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missyaess · 1 year
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Maybe Meant To Be - Fake Dating - pt.1
pt.2 pt.3
Katsuki bakugo x Jealous Reader x Midoriya Izuku
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You were all training together when the familiar uncomfortable feeling made its way in your stomach.Uraraka was a great friend of yours,always has been.Still,you couldn’t help but get angry at the way she was standing so close to your crush during sparring.Especially with the way you knew she used to have a crush on him for a few months at the start of the year.You knew it was childish so you never said it out loud,but you didn’t need to with the way you were staring daggers at the poor girl.Noticing this,Mina put a hand on your shoulder.
-Uh oh, we might find a certain floaty girl murdered tonight in her bed.
At this you scoffed and removed her hand from your shoulder.
-Stop it.
You weren’t mad at Mina,she was just trying to help.But you were so on edge you could just blow up any minute.You’ve been staring too long that Uraraka noticed you and she smiled nervously with a hand on her neck.You smiled back but dropped it instantly as she removed her gaze from yours.You honestly felt horrible but still couldn’t help it.
-I honestly don’t get you two.
Mina said as she gestured between you and Bakugo who was uncharacteristically laughing at something Uraraka said.You huffed and averted your gaze to Mina.
-What do you mean?
She laughed and pulled you closer as you two started walking away from the scene to somewhere more secluded.
-You two are always competing yet somehow you have a soft spot for each other.
You blushed and smiled at her comment.That was true and you loved your relationship the way it was.You both challenged and brought out the best in each other.You studied and fought harder just to beat Bakugo.
You were smiling to yourself when you heard a laughter and you found yourself brought back to reality.Uraraka was laughing at something Bakugo said like he was the funniest guy alive.A scowl started to form on your face.
-Hey Y/N!
You didn’t even notice Midoriya approach you two.He waved a hand in front of your face to break you out of your trance and smiled kindly.That’s what you loved about Izuku Midoriya,he had the kindest smile.
-Hi Izuku.You done for the day?
-Yeah, i was wondering if you guys wanted to study together for the test coming up.
As you talked about the upcoming tests and exams and more school stuff,you forgot all about Bakugo and Uraraka.You were thankful to Midoriya for the distraction.
-Okay,I’ll see you later then.
As Midoriya left with that,Aizawa announced that the training session was over.You all went to your dorms and after you took a shower you lied down on your bed,scrolling through your phone.That’s when you saw it.
Uraraka had posted a picture of your crush with the caption ‘best teammate!!’and he was smiling in the picture.He was smiling?He didn’t usually smile to his friends.You couldn’t help the growing feeling of jealousy in your stomach.Your heart dropped when you saw Bakugo liked it.This was it.They were going to date and you would die alone.Oh god,why was this happening to you?Tears started forming in your eyes but you blinked them away.You weren’t going to cry because of something like this.You just needed a distraction.As you were about to call Mina she called you first.
-Y/N DID YOU SEE WHAT URARAKA POST-
-Yeah I did,don’t remind me please.
-Girl are you okay?I can come over if you want.
-Actually that would be great,thanks.
You hung up and as you waited for Mina,you opened up the post again.Were they dating?Did Uraraka confess and he returned his feelings?You hoped this was just their way of showing their friendship and nothing more.As you were lost in thought someone knocked on your door.Thank god Mina’s finally here.
You jumped out your bed and went to open the door.When you opened the door it was not who you were expecting.
-Midoriya?What are you doing here?
The shy boy scratched his neck.
-I needed to talk to you.
-Oh,is there something wrong?
-Well,kinda.
He mumbled something’s to himself while you invited him by stepping away.Sitting on your bed you invited him near you.
-Look,I kinda noticed the way you look at and act around Kacchan and I think you like him.
You were full on panicking mode.If the most oblivious boy ever knew,everybody could figure it out!Were you that obvious?
-I-I don’t know what you’re talking about I don’t-
-It’s fine!I like Uraraka-chan.
He cut you off uncharacteristically.You were shocked at his confession.Of course you noticed,but why was he saying these things to you?
-Oh…I’m confused Midoriya.
-I’m sure you saw the post she posted…With Kacchan.
-Yeah…Are you okay?
-Same as you I guess…No.
You both stayed in awkward silence for a while before there was another knock on your door.
-Oh,were you expecting someone?
-It’s just Mina.You can stay if you want.
-If it’s not a problem I’d like to stay.
He smiled and your heart warmed at his smile.He was such a sweet boy.
As you both filled Mina in on everything,she had this mischievous smirk on her face.
-Why are you so happy about our tragedy again?
You asked as Mina put her arm around you.
-Because, my dear friend, I have an idea.That involves the both of you,Uraraka-Chan And Bakugo.
Midoriya and you looked at each other before looking back at Mina.
-What is it?
-You two should date each other.
-WHAT?
You both said in unison,Midoriya getting redder by the second.You were not much better.
-Not like that dummies!Fake dating,to get Bakugo and Uraraka jealous!
-But…would that work?
Midoriya’s question surprised you.Was he really willing to do this?Then again,weren’t you?What did you have to lose?
-Look,I think they both have a thing for you but I don’t know what’s going on between them either.Let’s try this and find out,plus wouldn’t it be fun?
You talked about the plan for an hour before Mina decided it was time for her to leave and you were left alone with Midoriya.
-So…we’re really doing this huh?
You asked to break the silence.
-Yeah…You want to right?
-Of course!Even if it fails we won’t lose anything.Right?
-Yes,of course.
Midoriya got up slowly clearing his throat.
-I better leave too.See you tomorrow.
-Yeah,see you.
You knew what Midoriya said meant more than I’ll see you tomorrow in class.It meant we’ll be dating from now on.And you were really excited to see how things would play out.
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extrashotodepresso · 7 months
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Fake Dating Series:
KirishimaXFem!Reader
(ft. Ex Hawks)
Warnings: SMUT AHOY! (Actual smut- like DNI if under 18) , a bit of Yandere Hawks at the end (can’t help myself), angst, pure filth, cheesy, cheating mentioned
I had an idea a while back about a little fic series around the beautiful cliche trope of fake dating. Overdone you say? YUP! But it’s so tasty I can’t help it! Needless to say, all characters in my fics are 18+. In this one, MC and Kirishima are in their mid to late twenties.
So this is the first one!!! Feel free to reblog if you want, I literally write these for myself but if you like it lemme know if there’s anything else you wanna see!
Summary:
Hawks shows up at the agency and tries to get back together with you. You try to blow him off but he’s pushy. Getting irritated you say you’re dating someone. When he asks who, Kirishima walks over and you get an idea.
“Just go with it.”
“What?”
You pull Kirishima by the harness on his chest and bring him in for a short kiss; what you weren’t expecting was for him to kiss you back.
“Um… still here, (Y/N).” Hawks clears his throat uncomfortably, while you are stuck staring up at Kirishima’s face.
“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” He asks with a sly grin.
“You have no idea.”
You had felt your phone incessantly buzzing in your back pocket all day. You prayed silently that this meeting would end soon; you could hardly pay attention to it anyway.
“Everything okay, Jumper?” You heard someone call out to you. When you looked up it was none other than Red Riot, your coworker and acquaintance. You rubbed your neck nervously.
“Yeah- just have a lot on my mind I guess.” You looked up at him with a soft smile before standing- even if you were tall for the average woman, he stood easily a foot and a half above you, though he was less intimidating than his appearance would suggest.
“Well if you need anything, let me know.” He smiled again kindly, then offered you a small stack of papers. “Notes. From the meeting.” You took them gingerly, looking up at him with a raised brow. “Seemed like you missed some of the info today, wouldn’t want you falling behind.” His face was almost bashful as he said this, his mouth opening slightly like he was preparing to speak again.
“Riot!” Dynamight called out for his friend suddenly and Red Riot gave you a small wave before walking away, leaving you a little dumbstruck. Sure, Red Riot was nice- he had even been dubbed the new gentlemanly hero- but something about the gesture gnawed at you. Unfortunately you didn’t have much time to stare after him in bewilderment as your phone began ringing. Again.
You whipped your phone out of your pocket, turning towards the elevator and making sure you were alone before you hit ‘answer’.
“What do you want?” You spat out, hand smashing the down button as you looked behind you in a paranoid fashion. You prayed as you waited for the doors to open that no one would follow you.
“Oh come on, don’t be like that little bird.” The voice that came over was saccharine and sweet, the syrupy tone making your stomach turn. You waited until you were inside the elevator with the door closed to respond.
“Don’t call me that, Hawks.” Your teeth were grinding.
“I’m downstairs.”
“What? Downstairs where?”
“At your agency. Let’s go for dinner or some coffee- you know you can’t-“
“I’m not going anywhere with you. Fuck off and go away.” You hung up the phone, practically slamming it in your frustration.
Two years. Two years of your life you had dedicated to that insufferable, egotistical, bird brained— ugh! And three months ago, you found out he had been cheating on you with some young up and coming sidekick. You closed your eyes, exhaling deeply before collapsing on the cool elevator wall. When the doors opened, you were in the hallway to the lockers.
You had been throwing yourself into your work since you had broken up with Hawks. You had spent the past few months pulling shift after shift- and now you were being forced to take the weekend off. This was especially frustrating to you at the moment; if Hawks didn’t leave like you asked, you wouldn’t have a good excuse to lose him, and the man had a way of getting what he wanted. You made it to the showers, cleaned yourself then changed into civilian clothing, praying that he had the decency to finally listen to you on your elevator ride back to the lobby. Though, if his incessant harassment the past three months had anything to say about the likelihood of that happening… the doors opened and you steeled yourself, trying to visualize an undisturbed path to the exit.
As you approached the front desk at the lobby, your heart sank. He was still there, casually leaning on the marble counter, blatantly flirting with the receptionist.
“Well I would be crazy not to want that back.” You muttered, rolling your eyes before trying to walk as quietly as possible past him.
“Baby bird!” He called out to you and you stopped, feeling your shoulders hunch over.
“I told you to fuck off.” You spoke through your teeth. He walked over to you, opening his arms as if wanting a hug, then after seeing your expression lowered them slowly.
“Look- I know that-“ he actually looked remorseful as he paused, “I messed up.”
“You messed up?” You barked out a laugh. “Did you mess up the first time when you fucked her in your office? Or the tenth time when you fucked her in our bed?” Your glare was seething now, and his face was heartbroken. As much as the part of you that had loved him wanted to reach out and make him feel better, the part of you that he broke rejoiced seeing him in pain.
“Yes, (Y/N). I fucked up. And I’ve regretted it every single day. I miss you, can’t we just talk about this?”
“No, we can’t.”
“Why not?” Just then, the pinging sound of the elevator caught your attention and you looked over your shoulder to see— the perfect distraction.
“I don’t think my new boyfriend would like it.” You lifted your chin haughtily before you heard the heavy footsteps approaching.
“Boyfriend?”
“Hey! Jumper, Hawks, how’s it goin?” Just as you expected, Red Riot approached the two of you at the desk, smiling brightly, completely unaware he was about to be the perfect decoy.
“Hey babe!” You called out enthusiastically before trotting over to him. He was still in his hero gear, no doubt going for a last patrol on his way home. He looked down at you with a slightly quizzical expression before you whispered so only he could hear, “Just go with it.”
You grabbed his shoulder harness, pulling him down to you and before he could react or protest, kissed him. It was meant to be a quick peck on the lips, nothing too showy but the second after you pulled away, you felt his hand reach behind your head, fingers threading in your hair as he brought you back for more.
His lips were softer than you expected from the hardened hero, more experienced too. His lips moved along yours with a delicate fervor, quickly you lost yourself in him. Your hand that had been wrapped around his harness tightened and you pulled him ever closer, practically whimpering into his open mouth as the kiss heated. His tongue probed your bottom lip, requesting entrance and without a second thought you allowed it.
“Um… (y/n)? I'm still right here.” You heard Hawks behind you and it brought you back to the present. Pulling away, you attempted to gather your breath as you looked up at Red Riot.
He was looking at you with a hunger that made your thighs clench together. You didn’t know what you had expected when you kissed him, probably just an awkward joke and maybe an offer to walk you home, but this was… carnal. He was smirking down at you, sharpened teeth glinting in the fluorescent light.
“Wanna get out of here, pebble?” His voice was gravelly, thunderous and you bit your lip as you nodded.
“You have no idea.” You managed to whisper as he wrapped his arm around your waist.
“Sorry we couldn’t catch up, Hawks.” He spoke, still looking into your eyes as he did. “Looks like my little pebble needs to get home. I’m sure you understand.”
With that, the two of you left, leaving Hawks standing dumbfounded behind you.
“You wanna tell me what that was about?” Riot finally spoke again as the two of you entered the parking garage.
“Not really.” Your mind was still spinning, “Thanks for the help, Riot.”
“It’s Kirishima.” He said, softly as you approached your car.
“Kirishima.” You tested it out. It was foreign on your tongue, but not unwelcome.
“You want me to go home with you?” He asked and you felt a blush bloom across your face before you looked at him dumbly.
“Huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a blush creeping up on his cheeks as well.
“I mean- to make sure you get there safely and everything.” He cleared his throat, suddenly breaking your gaze. You smiled, your stomach feeling flutterings you hadn’t experienced for almost two years.
“I’m a hero too, you know.” You said, teasingly.
“O-of course, I just thought-“ you giggled, he was too easy to tease.
“I’m happy to bring you back to your place- it looks like you were planning on one last patrol though.” He finally looked back at you, his eyes trying to read your expression. It was stifling, that look and you cleared your throat before rambling on, “I suppose I do owe you a bit of an explanation. It’s the least I could do to give you a ride as thanks.”
“I was planning on another round but it’s late… so if you’re willing to drive me… what I’m saying is…” he stopped himself, “I’d like that.” He muttered.
You nodded, then walked to your driver's side, sitting down and trying to not scream internally as he sat next to you. Your car adjusted with his weight and you felt suddenly self conscious about the state of your car- would he judge you for the smell of stale coffee or the miscellaneous straw wrappings on your passenger side floor? If he did, he didn’t say anything, he just casually provided you his address for the GPS. For the next few minutes, the only sound that could be heard were the incessant directions of your car, taking you on what felt like the longest drive of your life.
“He’s my ex.” You said, suddenly, to break the silence the two of you had lapsed into.
“Who?” He looked over at you, and though you trained your eyes on the road, you could detect surprise in his tone.
“Hawks.”
“Really?”
“Yup.” You said almost curtly. “Broke up a few months ago.” You readjusted, feeling his gaze on you was a little uncomfortable.
“Why did you—“ he let himself trail off, then caught himself. “Actually, I don’t need to know, I’m sorry that was-“
“We have different definitions of fidelity.” You interrupted him. “I think it means you stay loyal to one person, he thinks if someone else wants you and they’re super hot, sleeping with them should be acceptable.” You smirked as you shrugged, though saying it out loud hurt you more than you would like to admit.
You hadn’t talked about the break up with anyone. Not even your best friend. All she knew was you were done, and you didn’t want to go back. Kirishima was now the only one who knew the truth.
“That’s so unmanly.” He said, as solemnly as possible and you barked out a laugh. “What? What did I say?”
“Nothing-“ you said through giggles as you pulled up to his apartment. “It’s just-“ more giggles “unmanly?” You bit your lip, finally turning to him as you parked.
“So… he’s the one that was calling you all day?” Kirishima changed the subject. You sighed, resting your head on the seat as you turned toward him.
“Yeah. He wants to get back together. Doesn’t seem to understand the phrase ‘fuck off’.” You smiled, though it didn’t quite meet your eyes.
“And you think that kiss will be enough to keep him away?” He asked, almost incredulously.
“I would think so-“ you looked at him through your lashes. “It was a pretty great kiss.” You chewed at your bottom lip subconsciously and you watched as his eyes followed the movement.
“I don’t think he’s gonna stop until he really gets the message.” His voice had changed again, all low and sexy and you felt those butterflies again.
“So what do you suggest?” You swallowed, your mouth was suddenly completely dry. He leaned over to you, his massive hand caressing your face and covering half of it.
“Make the message so loud, he can’t ignore it.” He brought his face to yours, eyes looking in yours then to your lips to give you plenty of time to change your mind. In response, you leaned in to close the gap, brushing your lips against his just barely.
He increased the pressure, exhaling in relief as you permitted him to continue kissing you. The two of you quickly became a mess of tongues and teeth- though as things became more heated, the tiny space of your car was hardly accommodating.
“Would you like to-“ he broke the kiss to ask you a question, though you didn’t let him finish.
“Fuck yes, let’s go.” He smiled at this, chuckling as his thumb caressed your cheek.
“I was going to say come up for a drink, but I have a feeling you have a little more on your mind.” Your face reddened in embarrassment.
“A d-drink would be nice.” You swallowed. “I’m a little thirsty.”
“That’s one way to put it .” He said with another smirk and you pushed his chest, smoothing your hair and trying to catch your breath when you heard his rumbling laugher as he exited the car. The sound of it was enchanting. He walked around and opened your door, ever the gentleman, and you unfastened your seatbelt before grabbing his hand and following him inside.
Kirishima had a massive penthouse apartment, with all new everything and expensive furnishings.
“So this is a top hero’s apartment, huh?” You asked as you looked around wide-eyed. “You probably spend in a month what I do in a year.” You mused out loud as he walked over to his massive kitchen, grabbing a couple bottles of water from the fridge.
“I’m comfortable.” He said with a slight chuckle. “But it helps that I split the rent.” He walked towards you, offering you a water before gesturing to a large U shaped leather couch by a fireplace.
“You have a roommate?” You watched him nod, then sat on the edge of the couch, watching him walk away before your eyes continued to drag themselves around the room “Who? Wait, you’re not-“ he shook his head.
“I’m single, don’t worry.” You let out an exhale you didn’t know you were holding. “Bakugo and I have been roommates since college.” Your brows raised at this.
“Dynamight?” You asked incredulously. “Lord-Explosion-Murder—screams-at-children-number-two-hero—Dynamight is your roommate?”
“Yep. Hey, do you want anything harder than water?” You heard him call out to you, apparently in your awe he had returned to the kitchen.
“You bet your ass I do-“ you muttered, then louder; “whiskey, if you have it?” You looked back at him and watched him nod, his back to you as he rifled through the kitchen, moving surprisingly swiftly to grab a glass and some expensive looking amber fluid in a crystal container.
You had been staring into the fireplace, still oscillating between several levels of shook before you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up, and Kirishima was smiling at you, handing you a glass of whiskey.
“Do you mind if I go clean up?” He asked with almost an apologetic expression. “I haven’t had a chance yet to change and-“ you nodded
“That’s fine, I’ll just be out here…” you gestured to the couch. “Waiting.” You offered what you hoped was a sexy smile, not missing the way he swallowed before he straightened up.
“Five minutes. Promise.” He was almost childlike as he scampered off, leaving you to collapse into the couch in wonder at the situation you now found yourself in.
What a bizarre series of events. Not even an hour ago, Red Riot was a coworker you barely knew. Just someone who you would idly chat with in the mornings, occasionally fight beside on patrol- now you were in his apartment, drinking whiskey, watching a fire and waiting for him to— you took a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm your nerves.
Kirishima was an incredibly attractive man. Maybe not by super traditional standards; with his spiky teeth and even spikier hair, but there was always a kindness to him you found intriguing. Not to mention, he was absolutely ripped. Nearly seven feet of carved muscle and rugged angles, a sharp contrast to his normally shy and kind personality. Your nails tapped on the glass in your hand as you stared into the flames.
What if this was a mistake? You didn’t know exactly what was happening tonight, though you knew what you had hoped for. He was really too nice of a guy to be a rebound…
As you lost yourself in your thoughts, feeling the pleasant warmth of the fire and the hum of the whiskey making its way through your bones, you were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a door closing.
“Hope you didn’t wait too long.” His voice echoed out and you looked up, letting out what could definitely be interpreted as a moan.
Freshly showered Kirishima was a god. His hair which was usually styled sharply fell into his face softly, just passing his shoulders and you could see a hint of his black roots at the top. It was weirdly sexy to watch as he pulled his hair behind his face and tied it in a low ponytail, his bangs falling into his face gently. He was wearing a black sweater that did absolutely nothing to hide his hulking muscle and a casual pair of jeans that seemed to strain against the sheer bulk of his thighs. As he sat down, the smell of his shampoo or body wash enveloped you; sandalwood and something earthy- like the smell of rain. You wondered now what you had been so concerned with before, the idea that you had an important thought being the only thing you managed to grasp.
“You alright?” His voice was soft, sweet, as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. You blindly set your glass on the table beside you before leaning in to kiss him again.
It felt so right to kiss him. Losing yourself in his taste was so easy, so comfortable, so— as he pulled you onto his lap, gripping your thighs with his massive hands you moaned into him. His contagious smile could be felt on your lips as the sound escaped you and it almost bothered you how calm he was. You wanted him to feel the same as you, feel this untethered. You brought yourself down to sit fully on his lap, grinding the apex of your thighs against him.
When you found the hardened flesh there eagerly waiting and heard his breathy little groan you finally smiled back before pulling away from the kiss.
“I’m fantastic.” You managed to croak out in response to his question, looking at him to see a darkened expression over his features.
“(Y/N)-“ your name came so easily from his lips, you hadn’t realized he had actually known it until now.
“Yes, Kiri?” You kissed along his jaw, tilting his head to find his exposed neck, kissing him gently before biting the flesh at the junction of his throat and collarbone. His grip on your thighs tightened in the most delicious way when you did, and you licked at the flesh before returning to his lips. But he pulled away.
“What do you want?” He suddenly asked. You paused, over him.
“What do you mean? I want you.” You sat back, studying his expression. He groaned, bringing a hand up to his face.
“I mean- what do you want from this? I’m all for us hooking up to make Hawks jealous and everything-“
“Who?” Your genuine surprise seemed to astonish him. For a moment, you had forgotten what had brought you here, to this man’s couch, practically begging for him to take you.
“Seriously.” He sighed. “I think we should probably talk about what you actually want from this before we-“ you brought your hand to his lips, silencing him.
“I kissed you back at the agency for a distraction. Sure. But-“ you looked around the vast apartment. “I don’t see him here now, do you?” You smiled down at him. “If this was just to piss him off, I would call him while you were breaking me in half so he could hear what a real man can do.” Kirishima blushed at your words. “And while that might be fun to do some other time…” You leaned back, pulling off your shirt to reveal your chest covered by a padded sports bra you had put on that morning when you had no idea you would be straddling one of Japan’s top ten heroes. Kirishima didn’t seem to mind as he swallowed at the sudden exposure of your flesh, “Right now, I’m only thinking about you. And I would have thought,” you gave another experimental grind of your hips, delighting in the almost tortured sound he made, “that what I wanted was obvious.”
Kirishima studied you for a few moments, searching in your expression for the truth in your words. He must have found what he was looking for as he kissed you, immediately opening his mouth to tangle his tongue with yours.
It was sloppy, steamy and downright indecent, but gods if it didn’t spark your need for him. He brought his hands back to your thighs, caressing them before grabbing handfuls of your ass, landing a harsh slap that caused you to shriek into his mouth.
“You’re a naughty little thing, pebble.” He purred. “I didn’t expect you to be this-“ you brought your own hands to the hem of his shirt, dragging them up along his toned abdomen to rest on his pectorals, clawing at them before gesturing you wanted the shirt off.
“Forward?” You finished for him. He pulled his shirt off, then returned to your lips, hardening his grip before standing up, carrying you around like you were made of air.
“Bedroom?” He panted into your mouth. You nodded and kissed him back.
The way to his room was a bit of a blur. He stopped a few times along the way, pressing you up against the walls, letting his hands explore every dip and curve on your body. You thought, distantly, that you might have heard things crash to the ground at some point, but had a sinkhole opened in the middle of Mustafu, you probably wouldn’t have noticed. There was nothing but him. His touch, his lips, his sounds, it was all that mattered right now.
When your back met the plush of his bed and he crawled over you, you felt another moment of awareness at the sheer size of him. He seemed to even block out the light in his room, his face was nothing but shadow. He pulled back again, finally allowing you to see his tortured expression, his hand brushing your cheek as his eyes seared into you.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” He asked, his voice strained like the idea of you saying no was physically painful. You leaned up to kiss him, your hands trailing down the expanse of his chest to stop at the button on his jeans. You let them sit there for a moment, playing at the hem, enjoying the feel of where the elastic on his briefs beneath his pants met his skin.
“Are you sure you want to keep going?” You mirrored him. “I’m not the one who keeps stopping.” You were smirking, but your heart was racing. He set every nerve you had on fire, you couldn’t remember ever feeling like this.
“Are you kidding?” A lopsided smile graced his face. “You’re all I think about, (Y/N). I’m still not convinced this is real.” Your eyes widened. Did he really feel that way? A blush spread across his face. “Sorry.” You didn’t know how to respond to his sudden confession so you kissed him again, finally allowing yourself to unbutton his jeans and try to wriggle them off his hips.
He seemed to understand your hint and helped you out, standing awkwardly and shuffling his pants down his legs. He stood then, almost bashfully when your gaze was immediately sent to the large tent in his boxer-briefs. Chewing at your lip again, you swallowed. Everything on this man was giant. You slid your leggings off your legs, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor before motioning for him to return to you. He moved quickly, his lips finding your neck and every sensitive point on it as his hands wrapped their way around your torso, arching your back and bringing you as close as possible to him.
“May I?” His fingers were playing at the back of your bra and you nodded, turning your face to him again, finding his lips once more. He unclasped your bra, having to lean up from you to pull it off, one arm resting beside your head. He pulled back a little more, looking over your body with a sort of reverence. A small whimper left you at the seriousness of his expression, which he seemed to take as you missing his lips on you (not that he was entirely wrong).
“You’re so damn beautiful.” He whispered into your neck, kissing down your collarbone and sternum before dragging his tongue over your breast. He found your nipple with the wet appendage, circling around it before bringing it into his mouth with an sultry suck. You gasped, hands tangling into his hair. He continued to lavish you with his lips and tongue, and when you pulled out his hair tie so you could run your fingers through his hair, he bit down on the top of your breast, causing you to shriek at the suddenness of it. He pulled back.
“S-sorry! I didn’t mean to-“ you threaded your fingers to the base of his scalp, tugging harshly.
“Stop apologizing Kiri.” Your voice was stern. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like something. But I’m not going to break.” He still looked unsure, so you tugged again, eliciting a small moan from him. (Hair pulling kink unlocked) “I mean it.” You swallowed, “Do whatever you want.” A choked sort of sound left him, and he kissed your lips again.
“You…” whatever he was going to say, he didn’t. He bit your bottom lip, the sharpness of his teeth caused a slight sting but it felt so good. Kirishima moved down your body again, littering bites and kisses wherever he went.
He crawled down the bed, stopping between your thighs. He sat up then, spreading you before him, staring at the apex of your thighs with a hungry expression.
“Anything I want?” A devious smile formed on his face. You nodded, for the first time a bit unsure. “You might regret sayin’ that, pebble.” He lifted a hand, using his quirk to harden his arm. Your heart was racing as he dragged a sharpened finger down your torso, not hard enough to draw blood, but strong enough to feel dangerous. He hooked his finger into your panties, quickly moving his hand to shred them off of you and expose you fully to the room. He deactivated his quirk, then removing the offending scraps off your body, lowered his head.
He bit your hip harshly, and you twitched at the feeling, legs immediately trying to close but he held you open with just one arm. He kissed the spot he bit, running his tongue over it to soothe the ache before moving to your thighs. He kissed and sucked the inner flesh there too, and you felt yourself clenching on nothing, the part of you he had exposed was yet to be touched and it was driving you insane.
“Kirishima please-“ you whined. He looked up at you, like you were disturbing him from enjoying himself. A switch had definitely been flipped at some point; where he had been eager to please, now you were his plaything.
“It’s Eijiro.” He said with another well timed bite.
“Eijiro! Please!” You begged again. He didn’t make you wait this time, bringing his face to where you wanted him most, he licked a long stripe up your folds.
“Delicious.” He muttered to himself before he began devouring you with a fervor. His tongue dove into your weeping heat, fucking you open with the thick appendage and you moaned, gripping his hair again like your life depended on it. This egged him on, as he brought a finger to your folds and pushed one inhumanly large digit inside you.
You were already so close, it was embarrassing. His tongue moved to your clit, circling around, writing out incantations that had you ready to cream any second. You managed, just barely, to look down at him. His cheeks were flushed, hair mangled by your hands and his eyes were burning into you with a sincerity you’d never seen before. He pushed another finger inside of you, scissoring and curling them to stretch you out, hitting your spot absolutely perfectly- and that was it. With a loud shriek you came, and he eagerly lapped up every bit of you, letting out a satisfied hum that vibrated your core. His fingers slowed their pace to work you through your orgasm, his tongue gently caressing you.
Out of breath, you tapped on his shoulders, trying to communicate to him that you wanted him to return to you. He understood and almost hesitantly, crawled back up your body, kissing you without a word, feeding your taste to you with his tongue.
“Eiji-“ you moaned into him “I need-“ again, he seemed to understand what you meant without words as he slithered out of his boxers, the weight of his manhood slapping against your thigh when he was freed. Your hands glided from his shoulders down the broad expanse of his back, raking your nails down his chest before you wrapped a hand around him.
He was thick. The thought of it had you drooling a little into his kiss. A small, inhuman sound left your lips when you dragged your hand up his length and felt the beads of pre already weeping from him. He broke the kiss with a moan, looking down to see your hand struggling to wrap fully around him while you angled yourself uncomfortably to try to pump him. He thrust into your hand, eyes practically rolling back before he stopped himself entirely.
“Hold on-“ he let out with a hiss before stopping your hand, grabbing it with his and pinning your arm next to your head, threading his fingers into yours. With his other hand he lined himself up with your entrance and slid up and down your slit, lubing himself with your slick.
It felt heavenly. The head of his cock kept barely catching on your entrance, then would move up and kiss your clit. You ground into him, trying and failing to just line him up with your core; though the feeling of him fucking your folds was pleasant, you wanted more.
“Slow down, pebble.” He moaned out into your neck, his voice like liquid velvet against your skin. “We’re gonna have to take it slow.” You wanted to protest, but even just the action of him rubbing against you was sending you toward another release. “Holy shit, are you gonna cum again for me, pretty girl?” Your eyes rolled into your head as your hips increased their pace, you thought you nodded but you couldn’t be too sure. There was something so primal about this experience. The need you felt for him was entirely animal. He chuckled darkly into you, then finally, agonizingly slowly, he began to push inside you.
The second his head made it past the first ring of muscle, you nearly blacked out. It was a stretch far beyond the familiar.
“F-fuck-“ he groaned, trying to keep going slowly but his hips were sputtering like he was trying to hold back.
“I told you-“ you angled your hips up to take another inch in- the stretch was incredible, “I’m not gonna break.”
You would one day wish that you could find the words to describe his expression, or the sound he made at your revelation, but you registered nothing as he lost complete control inside you. With one sharp thrust, he buried himself in at the hilt. There was no pain, just the immediate burst of pleasure you felt as he finally filled you. Your back arched off the bed, toes curling in his sheets while your knees squeezed his sides closer- like he could get any deeper.
“Y-y-you’re-“ he was stuttering, his every movement completely halted at the feeling of you pulsing around him. “Fuck it’s like you’re sucking me in-“ he pulled out agonizingly slowly before returning to you, thrusting tentatively at first before gaining confidence and speed.
His lips returned to yours, kissing you and refusing to separate any inch of himself from you. You were completely enveloped in his body, distantly experiencing the feeling of your damp skin clutching onto his. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands- they traveled from his hair to his shoulders to the sheets back up to his hair and you were sure that you could die in this moment and be completely fine. You were building up to something again, another gloriously dangerous crescendo that threatened to tear the fabric of your being apart.
“(Y/N)-“ he moaned into you, “I’m gonna- I can’t-“ his words were just as wrecked as you felt, and you nodded against his lips.
“It’s okay, Eiji. Let go.” You whispered the last part and he growled, pistoning his hips into you before there was a hitch in his movements, a moment where with a grunt, you felt a warmth spread through you. The feeling of being so intensely full, of being whole and still getting more finally sent you to your final release. Your head fell back, trying to bury itself in the sheets beneath you and as his movements sputtered and slowed he kissed your neck. He was grunting like the sound was being forced out of him, like he did whenever you were in a really tough battle and the thought sent heat over your body.
It was all too much.
Finally, the room seemed to still, the two of you were a collection of broken gasps and whimpers. He continued kissing your neck and face until you felt him soften and slip out of you. With a groan, he rolled himself away, leaving you stunned and a little cold.
You simply stared at the ceiling. The gentlemanly hero, Red Riot had just fucked you to the point that you saw stars at the edge of your vision. The thought made you smile. For a moment, you almost felt insecure that he left right afterwards until you heard a faucet in the distance.
Still catching your breath, you tried to drag your head to look at him when you heard his steps approach.
“How you feelin’, sweetheart?” He asked gently as he sat next to you, his massive form dipping the bed as you felt something warm and wet between your thighs. He was cleaning you up. Gentleman indeed.
He kissed you, rubbing the thumb of his unoccupied hand across the plane of your cheek. You smiled at him, kissing him again.
“Ethereal. You?” He chuckled into you, tossing the washcloth in the general direction of his hamper.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” He laid himself down on his bed, opening his arms in an offer to cuddle and you obliged, not minding the fact that the two of you were still a little sticky with sweat. His arm pulled you into his side, draping your leg over him and holding you there while his other arm rested behind his head. For a few moments all you could hear was the heartbeat in his chest; strong, calm, dependable.
“Did you mean it?” You asked him. His thumb, which had been idly petting your thigh suddenly stopped and he looked down at you.
“Mean what, pebble?”
“When you said I’m all you think about.” It was embarrassing to even ask, it was probably just something said in the heat of the moment. Hawks was like that, he would say all sorts of things when you were in the bedroom and when you were done…
“Of course I did.” He responded without any hesitance. He was blushing when you looked up, which was insanely cute.
“For how long?” You bit your lip. It felt like you were digging your grave here, but you couldn’t help it.
“Dunno. Just sorta noticed one day that you’re all I notice.” He said this so casually, like it was just an irreprochable fact. “I uh… I was actually about to ask you out. You know, before we uh…” he trailed off, suddenly embarrassed.
“I’m so glad it was you that got off that elevator.” You said, seriously. He let out a laugh before kissing you.
“Me too, pebble. Me too.” The kiss that followed started soft, but was starting to heat up as he rolled back over you, his hand cradling your face like you were precious. As your need started to reignite for him, you heard a loud slam.
“Oi, shitty hair! I brought dinner for your dumb ass.” The familiarly violent voice of Bakugo rang out through the apartment. Kirishima groaned into your neck, and you chuckled. “Why are all the pictures knocked down? What the fuck?” As the ferocious blonde started stomping towards his room, Kirishima reached for the covers on the bed, pulling them over you.
“I’m really sorry for what’s about to happen.” He said to you apologetically before rolling out of the bed with a groan. He pulled on his jeans with haste, still jumping trying to wrangle them on while he made his way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him gently. “I have company, bro! Chill out, you're gonna scare her.” Though he tried to whisper, the urgency in his tone caused his words to carry through the door.
“What the fuck kind of-“ Bakugo’s footsteps stopped. You continued to giggle. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Muttered conversation that was unclear reverberated through the space.
“I didn’t get enough food for a third.” You heard Bakugo yell towards the room, “So if you want to eat you’ll have to feed yourself.”
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Across the street, on a rooftop that was positioned perfectly to look into a certain Pro-Hero’s bedroom sat a blonde hero with wings crimson as blood and a heart shattered beyond repair. A feather gently floated toward him and he grabbed it, clenching it with all the rage he felt.
He had seen everything. Heard every word, every demented moan. She had never been like that with him.
Though Hawks knew the reason he lost her was his fault, he still felt she belonged to him. His eyes narrowed as he set off, flying high above the city, eyes burning. He wouldn’t lose. Not to him.
His resolve, crumbling as it was, still spilled fire through his veins. He would find a way to get her back, even if it meant hurting her again.
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mhathotfic · 7 months
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Does it count as fake dating if you’re actually dating the person but pretending to have an affair with them because your coworkers are nosy as hell and jumped to conclusions instead of putting 2 and 2 together?
Like you and Bakugou working in the same office and starting around the same time but different departments so when you talk about your partner, coworkers don’t have a face to put it to.
And the way both of you talk about domestic life paints a very different picture from how they know either of you to be. So when you’re leaving late one day and Bakugou is waiting outside for you everyone who saw you jumps to conclusions when you share a kiss before leaving together.
The next day you both get pulled aside and talked to about it separately and sharing the same senes of humor, you both go along with it then texted each other about what happened before agreeing it’d be hilarious to gaslight the office into believing you’re having an affair.
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redpandaramblings · 1 year
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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 11
Part 1 Here
Masterlist Here
Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, non traditional A/B/O dynamics, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n
Where we left off-
“Denki Kaminari. You are an absolutely amazing omega, and my very dear friend. I think we could have been good together. But what I want the most is for you to be happy with the alpha that makes you happy. You deserve the world, Denks.”
“Well, so do you.”
You smiled at each other, still holding hands and just basking in the comfort of each other’s presence. That is until a pair of fists slammed down onto the table with enough force to upset the cups sitting there. You jolted in shock as you looked up to meet a pair of angry, ruby red eyes.
You and Denki watched the liquid running off the table with wide eyes, before turning your gazes back to the enraged man before you.  His tall, bulky frame blocked you from the rest of the restaurant, leaving you feeling trapped and vulnerable.  His shoulders heaved as he took deep breath, trying and only partially succeeding in calming himself.
“What the FUCK do you two thing you’re doing?”
You swallowed, unable to speak as two ruby eyes seemed to sear their way into your soul.
“It….”  Denki stuttered, nervously shrinking into his chair.  “It isn’t what it looks like?”
“And what exactly do you think, I think this looks like?  Because to me, it looks like you two are slinking around in dark little coffee shops getting cozy while my best friend is curled up at home is his nest, practically catatonic from your shit!”
It was hard to maintain eye contact with the redhead, but you felt you had to.
“What Bakugou does isn’t my concern anymore.”  You spoke lowly, an eerie calm to your voice.
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?!?!  And you, don’t think you’re going anyway, either!”  Denki sunk back into his seat, his escape attempt thwarted.  Kiri’s raised voice was drawing a few glances and murmurs.
“Look,” you sigh as you catch the looks coming your way “can we do this somewhere else?  Anywhere else?”
Kiri looked around, his cheeks tinged pink as he caught on to the attention focused your way.  He nodded once.  “Agency.  Now.”
You shared a glance with Denki and nodded.  It took a few moments to gather your things and settle your bill.  Kiri glowered from the door when he noticed you paid for both yourself and Denki.  The walk to the agency Kiri worked at seemed longer than it was due to the heavy silence.  Denki wrung his hands, trying to catch your eye, but you keep your stare straight ahead, not really focusing on anything.  Your brain picking at the bits of information Kiri had inadvertently thrown your way.  Bakugou wasn’t doing well?  He was nesting outside of his heat, which was unusual.  Or was it?  The dark hurt part of your brain whispered to you that you didn’t know because you’d never been allowed to see any nest.  Kirishima was actually visibly pissed, so it had to be serious…  Or maybe this was just what the first part of What Kiri and Katsuki getting together would look like.  Katsuki actually letting someone in.  Kiri being allowed to show the protective alpha side you had always been forced to repress.  Half felt like this is exactly how things were supposed to be.
But if that was the case, why did it hurt so much?
You continued to brood as the looming building of Kirishima and Bakugou’s agency got closer with every step.  Knowing that this would be the first time you were going to be allowed in didn’t help your mood in the slightest.  Kirishima led you and Denki down a side alley and through an unassuming back door.  A few turns down a hallway, and you were in a small workout room, by the look of it.  Kirishima locked the door behind you before whirling towards you and Denki, eyes blazing.
“Now, you two are going to tell me exactly what the FUCK is going on here!”
Denki cringed, half hiding behind you.  Your own nose crinkled from the strong angry scent pouring off of Kirishima.  And frankly?  It was starting to piss you off.
“Well you see,” you drawled as you glared right back at Kirishima, “my friend and I were enjoying a nice peaceful afternoon snack, when suddenly a huge stinking pheremoned out alpha came, knocked over our drinks, and started yelling at us.”  Your own scent was turning burnt and acrid as your volume increased.
“Jesus Christ, y/n…”  Denki threw up his hands, and backed away from you.  He could see where this was going, and he made sure to put some of the weight lifting machines between himself and the two angry alphas in the room.  Kirishima took a small step back, momentarily startled by your reaction before rage filled him stronger than before.  So you wanted a fight, huh?  Well, good.
“You know what I mean!  You go off in the middle of Bakugou’s heat.  Then a few weeks later, he’s damn near working himself to death, and when he’s not working, he’s curled up in his nest, refusing to talk to anybody!  And you’re nowhere!!!  Your omega is in pain, and you’re nowhere!”
The two of you had begun to circle each other slowly, glaring at each other.  The burnt smell of your combined anger was clogging the air.  Denki was covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve to keep himself from gagging.  You weren’t going to back down, though.  Why was this red headed rock sticking his nose into your business?  Hadn’t he got what he wanted?  Hadn’t Bakugou gotten what he wanted?  You were so tired of people telling you what to do, what’s best for you.  You were tired of being viewed as nothing but docile, someone who would just take what was given and not complain.  Well, you still were an alpha.  And you had had enough.  You could feel your fangs dropping down, the sharp tips nicking your lip.
“He’s not my omega anymore!”  You hissed at Kirishima.
“Why not?  So you can run around behind his back with his fucking pack mate?!?”  Kirishima roared back at you, inching closer with his teeth bared.
You laughed mirthlessly.  “Oh, please.  I just gave him and you exactly what you wanted.”
Kirshima shook his head, momentarily confused.  “Wait, what?  What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
As Eijiro’s anger cooled, yours only burned hotter.
“You heard me!”  You snarled, stepping closer until you were right in Kiri’s face.  “I.  Just.  Gave.  Him.  What.  He.  Wanted.  And he doesn’t want me.  Hasn’t for years.  All yours now!  Take him!  You were always going to anyway!”
Kirishima stared wide eyed, confusion having replaced all of his anger.  “y/n, what are you talking about?”
Maybe it was that your mood was running hot.  Maybe it was the stress.  Maybe it was because you had chemically suppressed your ruts for the last decade.  Maybe it was because you had been suppressing your alpha instincts for just as long.  It could have been any combination of those things.  But for whatever reason, that question from Kirishima was the thing to snap your teetering control.  With a frustrated scream of alpha rage, you swung, aiming at Eijiro’s jaw.  Your fist connected.  Unfortunately for your hand, years of hero training meant that Kirishima had hardened the area out of instinct.
“Fuck!” You yelped as you felt the bones in your fingers crunch.  The pain mostly brought you back to your senses.  You took a few steps back, sinking to the ground and clutching your injured hand to your chest.  Denki hurried up behind you, hovering and worriedly asking you questions that you didn’t really hear, let alone respond to.  Kirishima hesitated a moment before kneeling in front of you, his worry evident.  When he went to take your hand to look it over, you let him, the fight draining out of you.  He gently poked and prodded, as your breath hitched from pain.  Denki rubbed your back trying to sooth you.  After a moment, Kirishima spoke.
“Well, you broke it.”
You nodded with a snort.  “Figured.”
“Feel better now?”
You gave a sad half smile.  “I mean, my hand is killing me, but yeah.  Sorry about that.”
“Well, sorry my face broke your hand.  But seriously.  Just… What is going on, Y/N?  Because right now I’m really lost.  You and Bakubro love each other.  I know you two do.  But now he isn’t talking and what you’re saying is making exactly zero sense.  So can you please just walk me through it from the beginning?  I promise to hear you out.”
“God,” you sigh, tilting your head back.  “I don’t even know where the beginning is…  This whole shit show has been a long time coming.  I guess the most important thing is Bakugou and I broke up.  He’s very obviously wanted to for a while.  So he’s finally free to date you.  Then Denki and I were engaged though that was mostly our family’s fault for setting us up on a marriage date.  Then Denki got bonded, but not to me.  And then you showed up and I punched you in the face.”
You blinked up at Kiri as if that explained everything.  Kirishima looked at Denki with hopeless confusion.  Denki sighed.
“Come on.  Let’s get her hand looked at and then go to your office.  I’ll tell you as mush of everything as I know.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You were sitting on the couch, nursing your bandaged hand as Denki was wrapping up.
“... And then Shinso and I ended up bonding after the hospital let me go home.  Y/N was just taking me out for a celebration lunch when you showed up.”
Kiri leaned back in his seat, letting out a long breath.  “Okay.  Right.”  He said.  “That explains a lot.  Not everything, but a lot.”  He sat up again and looked directly at you.  “Though I want to know where the heck you got the idea that I want Bakubro as an omega.”
You couldn’t quite meet Kirishima’s gaze as you replied.  “It’s not a stupid idea.  He’s comfortable around you.  Much more comfortable around you than he’s ever been around me.  He lets you scent him.  He calls you his pack.  He not only lets you see his nests, he lets you into them sometimes.  I barely am allowed in his apartment, let alone being able to see his nest.  We haven’t scented each other with any regularity since high school.  You see him so much more than I do, and you understand him and his job in a way that I’ll never be able to.  You look good together.  He doesn’t mind when you act like an alpha with him.”
Kirishima blew out a breath.  “Okay… Okay, I can see what you’re getting at.  But seriously.  Bakubro is a bro.  I’ve never thought of him like that.”
You nodded, looking at the floor.  “Okay.  If you say so, I’ll believe you.  But it doesn’t change the fact that Bakugou has wanted out of the relationship for a while.”
“And did he tell you that?  Like actually tell you that?”  Kiri asked.
“He didn’t have to.  He made himself very clear.”
“And when was the last time you two sat down and seriously talked?”
You didn’t have a reply.  Kirishima sighed and rubbed his eyes.  “I don’t get paid enough for this.” he mumbled to himself.  “Alright!”  He said, clapping his hands together and standing up.  “You!” he said, pointing to you.  “You’re coming with me.”  And you!” he pointed to Denki, “You’re coming with too to make sure she doesn’t try to get out of this.”
You and Denki looked at each other in confusion, as you both stood up slowly.
“Where are we going, exactly?” Denki asked as he followed after you and Kirishima.
“To do something I should have done a long time ago, but I thought the two knuckleheads would be able to sort things out for themselves, without outside interference.  Guess I was wrong in that regard.”
He ushered you and Denki into the back of an agency car, before getting into the driver’s seat.  You questioned where he was taking you, but Kirishima just shook his head and kept driving.  It was a surprise when you ended up in the parking garage of your apartment.  Kiri got out, and opened up the door to the backseat.  “Out!”  He said.  You only hesitated a moment before you slide yourself out the the car, Denki following close behind.  Understanding was starting to creep across Denki’s expression.  
“Eiji, what?” your question was cut short with a yelp as Kirishima threw you over his shoulder.  He strode quickly to the elevator, Denki following close behind.  You beat your good hand against Kiri’s back as you tried to squirm your way out of his grasp.  Denki hit the elevator buttons, knowing what to do without being told.
“Eijiro Kirishima, you put me down!  What the hell?!”
Kirishima shook his head.  “Nope.  Not til we get where we’re going.  Consider this payback for the punch.”
The elevator dinged, and Kiri was off once again.  He fished in his pocket and handed a set of keys to Denki.  Denki run ahead and began unlocking a door.  Seconds later, you were landing on your butt, having just been unceremoniously chucked through the doorway.
Kirishima stood blocking the doorway.  “I’m not going to let you leave until the two of you actually talk.  I’m not letting anyone in my pack ruin their lives because they can’t put on adult pants and have a proper conversation.  And for the record, y/n?  You’ve always been pack.  You always will be.  Now go talk to your damn omega!”
And with that, Kirishima slammed the door shut, leaving you sitting wide eyed and shellshocked on the floor of Bakugou’s apartment.
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ineffectualdemon · 2 years
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Todoroki: Bakugou. I need a pretend boyfriend.
Bakugou: fuck no
Todoroki: you would have full freedom to be as abrasive as possible in the bid to make my father cry.
Bakugou: ...I'm listening...
Todoroki: also my sister will make you bento
Bakugou: and I'm in. Let's go disappoint your father IcyHot
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vizzy740 · 7 months
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He was beautiful like that.
Todoroki wasn’t always fine, when they first met, Katsuki had hated him.
Katsuki’d hated his power, even at half his potential, Todoroki was able to easily wipe out the competition, easily surpass Katsuki without giving one fuck about it. Emotionless in the face of his superiority.
Then they failed the provisional license exam, and things changed.
Katsuki dumped his feelings, he opened up, and Todoroki… Todoroki started acting all buddy-buddy. He called Katsuki his friend, not caring what Katsuki had to say on the matter.
It was annoying, but eventually it grew less grating, like Shitty Hair and the idiots.
But unlike them, they didn’t end up in this position.
“Thanks for dinner.” Todoroki, or Shouto, as he should really call him, says as he sits next to him on the couch. He leans against his side, even though it isn’t an armchair, and there’s enough space for him to sit comfortably with a good foot between them.
Katsuki hums in response, “You’re staying over, right?”
Shoto shrugs, “I guess so, I haven’t stayed overnight in a while. Yaoyorozu asked how things were going. I think she thought our fake relationship was going downhill. Though this couch is uncomfortable.”
He turns to look in Katsuki’s eyes. Katsuki returns the gesture, and it goes quiet for a second.
Soon after he’d finally debuted as a pro-hero, after he’d finally hired PR people, an annoying prerequisite to being a high-level public hero, he’d been told his image was too sharp, aggressive and angry, he didn’t appeal to most, he lacked most likeable aspects of his ‘archetype’, he was the bad boy that didn’t go to bars, the playboy that never brought anyone home. It didn’t fit.
‘All your rough exterior and rude personality seems to hide, is that you really really care about your work. You’re like a remake of Endeavor, but more… villain I suppose.” Was something that was said to him once, and restated in different words many other times.
To repair this ‘issue’ they decided to go for the most hair-brained scheme imaginable.
“Is there anyone you’d be comfortable getting into a fake relationship with?” His PR lady had asked him once. “You could just handle it like a normal relationship, not say anything to the public, just bring someone along to certain events, you don’t even have to say you’re dating them, just be… a bit nicer to them than you would be to other people, hang out with them in private, between only you two. At least that, which isn’t a lot.”
Katsuki agreed to it because it meant his advertisement deals would be better, because it turned out most money that heroes make isn’t their actual salaries, but cuts for appearing in commercials.
Fucking stupid.
Around the same time, Shoto complained about getting too many romantic fan letters, a problem for every young, heartthrob hero and basically no one else. Katsuki answered by complaining about his own PR team and their insistence that he get in a relationship, and Shoto replied that he’d do it. 
And now they’re here, a few months later, in Katsuki’s apartment together.
“Could I sleep with you?” Shoto asks.
“Do you know what the fuck you just said?” Katsuki replies back, because even now, two years after UA, Shoto still doesn’t understand some elements of informal language, mostly in more… faux pas contexts but still.
It takes Shoto a second to realize, “Oh, no, I wasn’t saying we should have sex. I was asking if we could share your bed, you said it was a double, right?”
“Yeah.” Katsuki replies. “Sure, you can sleep on it with me.”
“Good.”
They both stand up and walk to Katsuki’s bedroom. Neither of them say anything, and it’s comfortable. Ever since their second year in UA it’s always been comfortable, when it’s just the two of them.
Todoroki comes with him to hero galas and every other press event, to keep up the charade, but it isn’t grating, he stands by his side, he’s someone Katsuki wants to be around, and stays with him as he’s tossed between reporters that go between political to vapid in a second.
“Do you have anything I can wear?” Shoto asks.
“Yeah,” Katsuki replied easily, then told him where he stowed his clothes.
He walks out, probably out to take a shower before sleeping.
Katsuki looks back to the bed. He’s got enough pillows to make a wall between them, but it’s too much effort. He doesn’t care if they get tangled up together in the night. Todoroki won’t say anything about it.
Shoto returned, his wet hair had fallen limply over his face, his left side taking on a darker shade of red, more crimson than usual, contrasting even more with his white hair.
He chose to wear one of Katsuki skull t-shirts and black sweatpants. The clothes didn’t fit as well on him, the former a bit too wide and the latter a bit too short.
They laid down, and fell asleep.
Katsuki opened his eyes to Shoto with his arms around him. He was still asleep, like he usually woke up later in the mornings than Katsuki.
Katsuki tried to move away, but Todoroki tightened his hold. Katsuki sighed. He had the day off today, he could stay in bed and wait for Todoroki to wake up, but if it took too long, he would definitely get him up.
As he laid in his arms, Katsuki felt Todoroki’s breath rise and fall. He looked mostly the same as when he was awake, his face still mostly emotionless. His hair was a bit more tousled, the red and the white mixing together. His limbs were a bit more limp, but not by much.
As he waited for Shoto to finally get up, Katsuki carefully moved a few strands of his hair around, back with their respective color, then he ruffled it up again, it looked better messy.
He was beautiful like that.
-Catcity
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Bakugou Concept
I just had a thought. 
Imagine being at work and having to deal with this creep hitting on you. Be it because you’re the only one on staff or because you have to deal with him, the details don’t really matter. 
Now, imagine going onto twitter after an absolute trainwreck of an encounter and tweeting something to this extent:
‘Y’ALL HELP! THERE’S THIS OLD CREEP WHO KEEPS HITTING ON ME AT WORK. I TOLD HIM I HAD A BOYFRIEND TO GET HIM OFF MY BACK. HE ASKED ME WHO IT WAS AND I PANICKED. I TOLD THIS MAN I WAS DATING @ExplosionMurderGod IM FUCKING STUPID’
Then shutting off your phone and trying to decompress from the shitty day. 
You only said it because you were flustered and saw a billboard of him through a window, but you flat out told a crappy lie about how you were dating the number two hero. 
However, your lie was about to become a lot more convincing.
The next morning you turn on your phone again and it immediately blows up with notifications. Trying to find the source of it, you scroll back to your tweet from the day before. In your replies you find this:
@ExplosionMurderGod, replying: The only fucking stupid thing about that is how this asshole thought he could hit on my partner, even if we were keeping our relationship private. 
cue fake dating, strangers-to-lovers speedrun. 
Thank you for your time
EDIT: so, I actually wrote a fic for this! Read it here: The Red Of Fate Meets The Blue of Twitter Verification
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Momo is Tired, Todoroki is Indifferent
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44752541
Written for my friend @bakudeku-positivity
Summary: The five times Bakugo and Midoriya refuse to talk about their feelings, and the one time that Momo losses her shit. Todoroki and Momo are tired of Bakugo and Midoriya dancing around each other so they come up with a plan to get them together. It doesn't go as planned.
Word Count: 7,478
1.
Izuku was in his dorm room laying on his bed reading one of his older All Might comics. He was moving his legs in the air, happy to have some free time just for himself.
“Midoriya, we should date.” Todoroki stated as he walked into Izuku’s bedroom, startling Izuku. Izuku jumped slightly, turning toward the door and pushing himself up into a seated position.
“Wait, what?” Izuku asked, getting off his bed to fully face his friend. “What do you mean Todoroki? Aren’t you dating Yaoyorozu? Why would you want to date me? You know I like Kacchan. Did something happen between you and Yaoyorozu? Did you break up? Are you okay? Do you need my help with something?”
“No, Momo and I are fine.” Todoroki took a step back as Izuku started walking toward him, clearly distraught for Todoroki. “If we were to fake date, it could help you with Bakugo.”
Izuku stopped walking and started to mumble to himself. “Oh, I get it. If he saw that I was dating someone then he might get jealous enough to do something and we could start dating. But of course, that’s assuming that Kacchan actually likes me back. So, it wouldn’t be worth it if nothing happened. However, at least then I would know if he even likes me. But what about Yaoyorozu, to her it would look like her boyfriend just randomly started to date someone else. Unless Todoroki told her of course.” Izuku stopped for a second and looked at Todoroki. “I think it might be a good idea, but I will only do it if you and Yaoyorozu are both okay with it.”
“It’s fine. I wouldn’t have suggested it if not.”
“Thank you, Todoroki, this will be great. Since we are already friends, we don’t really have to change the way we act. Though I do suppose that we should call each other by our first names when around others. I also know how we can tell Kacchan. My mom and I are having dinner at Kacchan’s house on Saturday. I'll have to ask my mom if you can come, but I’m sure she’ll be happy for you to come, and they always make too much food anyway. What do you think about that Todoroki?”
“Sure.”
“Great, I’ll text my mom and we can work out our story while we wait,” Izuku said, grabbing Todoroki’s arm and dragging him over to the bed, grabbing an empty notebook and pencil before sitting down with Todoroki.
Saturday Shoto, Midoriya, and Midoriya’s mother all stood outside the Bakugo household, deserts in hand. Midoriya explained it to Shoto saying that when they had dinner at the Bakugo’s, the Bakugo’s made dinner, and the Midoriya’s made desert. Although they all ended up helping with dinner anyway.
Midoriya knocked on the door, and as he moved back the door swung open to reveal a woman who looked a lot like Bakugo. She smiled at them “I’m so glad you guys could come. Come on in and make yourself at home.” She then moved to the side to let them in.
As the four of them walked into the living Bakugo jumped up from the couch and pointed at them. “What the fuck are you doing in my house Icy Hot” he shouted at them.
“Knock it off you brat, Todoroki is our guest, Izuku invited him.” Mrs. Bakugo shouted back at Bakugo before turning back around, smiling at them. “Anyway, you boys should hang out while we finish making dinner. Later you should tell me all about how schools been Izuku.”
“Okay Auntie, come on Shoto, let’s go talk to Kacchan.” Midoriya grabbed Shoto’s hand and gently led Shoto toward the still fuming Bakugo who was yelling something about an old hag.
“The fuck is he doing here Deku. He’s not fucking family, it’s bad enough I have to deal with your shitty nerd ass.” Bakugo growled.
“Come on Kacchan don’t be like that, that’s mean. I invited Shoto because he is my boyfriend and I thought it would be nice for him to meet all the important people in my life.” Midoriya said entwining his fingers with Shoto’s and raising their clasped hands as if that explained everything.
Bakugo’s eyes widened for a second before he went back to glaring harshly at the two boys. Bakugo opened his mouth probably to start yelling at them, but was interrupted by Mrs. Bakugo’s happy shouts of congratulations. As the adults came closer to the boys to ask questions about their relationship, Shoto wondered if it was normal for people to introduce their fake boyfriends to their families.
Fucking Icyhot and Deku were dating. Katsuki was surprised by this news, but quickly recovered and started to glare at them. just because they were dating did not give Deku the right to invite the half and half bastard into Katsuki’s house. Katsuki opened his mouth to tell them such when his mom started shouting about how great the news was. Fucking old hag.
“Oh Izuku, that’s so great. I think it’s great that you felt like he should meet us.”
“I’m so happy for you Izuku. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? When did you two get together?” Auntie asked going up to Deku and pulling him into a hug. The shitty nerd didn’t tell his own mother?
“I wanted to tell everyone all at once, and we haven’t been dating for too long, at least officially, but we have been really close for years now,” Deku smiled as he was passed between the adults being pulled into hugs and the whole time he didn’t once let go of Icyhot’s hand.
Todoroki looked like a doll. He hasn’t said a single word since stepping into the house, and he just moved with Deku as he was pulled around. How the fuck could Deku date that thing. It had to be like dating a brick wall, he didn’t do anything, Deku could do better.
“Why aren’t you dating anyone brat?” the old hag demanded, smacking him upside the head, interrupting his thought, and the glare he was boring into the back of Deku’s head.
“Shut up you old hag! I am dating someone.” Katsuki argued, he wasn’t going to let Deku one-up him. At the announcement everyone’s attention was turned on Katsuki. He had to quickly come up with someone, someone who would go along with what he said, but also prove his superiority. If he said he was dating Yaoyorozu, maybe he would upset Icy Hot and show Deku that he was the best at everything, including being a boyfriend. “Her name is Yaoyorozu Momo.”
Deku’s eyes widened with shock. This pissed Katsuki off even more, was it so unbelievable that he could have a girlfriend like Ponytail.
“Well why didn’t you bring her then?” The old hag asked, disbelief lacing her voice.
“We haven’t been dating long, and I didn’t know you had to bring a fucking date to family dinner.”
“I want to know more about her after dinner is done, for now entertain our guests Katsuki. Congratulations again Izuku, I want to know all about Todoroki as well okay?” she said before turning and heading back to the kitchen leaving Katsuki with Deku and Icy Hot.
Momo and Shoto were walking to school together from the dorms. They usually left earlier than the rest of their classmates. They contemplated having Shoto walk with Midoriya to keep up the charade, but decided it was so normal for them to go to class together no one would blink an eye at it even if they were Shoto was supposed to be dating Midoriya.
“Are you fake dating Bakugo? Was that a part of the plan?” Shoto asked shortly after they were out of the dorms.
“What do you mean Shoto?” Momo asked, stopping and giving her boyfriend a confused look. The plan was to force Bakugo to confess to Midoriya by making it look like Midoriya might choose someone else if he didn’t do something about it. There was nothing in the plan about Momo fake dating Bakugo, that wouldn’t make any sense.
Before she could say any of that a hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her to the side. “Ponytail, we need to talk.” Bakugo said, pulling her off to the side, away from Shoto. Momo gave Shoto an apologetic look gesturing for him to go on ahead, she would catch up to him later.
After they were out of ear shot from Shoto, Bakugo finally spoke up. “We are fake dating now.” He announced, giving no further information.
“What do you mean? Why?”
“Deku and Icy Hot are dating and we have to show them up. Plus, I already told them we are dating.”
“So, I have no choice in this?” he nodded. “Is this because you’re in love with Midoriya?” He glared at that. “Very well, I’ll help you.” With that Momo walked away at a brisk pace in order to catch up with Shoto.
When Momo finally caught Shoto, she resumed her normal pace and responded to his earlier question. “Yes, I am fake dating Bakugo.”
2.
Izuku was sitting on the couch in the common area at the dorms packing up his stuff. He, Iida, and Uraraka had just finished up a studying session. Iida had already finished collecting his things and wished them both a goodnight before heading up to his dorm. Uraraka finished picking up her stuff and stood up, she then paused for a moment before turning and smiling brightly at him.
“Hey Deku, some of us from class are going to make chocolates tomorrow to give out on Valentine’s day, and I was wondering if you would like to join us. Then you could make Todoroki chocolates for your first Valentines as a couple.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize that valentine’s day was coming up. I have never made chocolates before; I could probably use the help. I would love to come, when and where are we meeting up?”
“Tomorrow after class we are going to meet in the kitchen. I’m glad you are coming, see you tomorrow.” Uraraka smiled before turning around and heading to her dorm.
Izuku finished collecting his things before heading up to his dorm. He felt bad about lying to Iida and Uraraka, but he knew that if they knew the truth, it would spread through class from either overhearing it, or from someone telling their other friends. Izuku didn’t mind others knowing, but Kacchan couldn’t find out, not yet. First, he had to figure out what was going on with Todoroki and Yaoyorozu and figure out if he had a chance with Kacchan at all.
Momo was walking back to the dorms after class with Iida, the two of them stayed behind in order to go over some things for the class, like the fact that tomorrow was Valentine’s day so they knew none of the students wouldn’t do any work. So, they talked to Aizawa and they were able to convince him to let home room become a free period, and they were going to make it up to him by working extra hard in training for the day, and doing twice as much the next day.
As they entered the dorms, Momo broke away from Iida to head toward Ochako, who was waiting for her. Momo felt a bit bad about holding up the group for making chocolates, but they understood, and Ochako decided to wait by the door for her so they could walk to the kitchen together.
As the two girls walked into the kitchen, Momo smiled at everyone. Originally when they decided to make chocolates as a group, it was just the girls but, eventually some of the boys got invited for various reasons. There was Sato who actually knew how to make good chocolate. Kaminari wanted to make chocolates for Kyoka and hang out with his girlfriend since he finally got her to go out with him. Sero, who wanted to hang out since most of his friends were here, and Kirisima who just wanted to make chocolates for class. However, as Momo scanned the room she noticed Midoriya standing next to Kirishima and they talked. She didn’t remember him getting invited but supposed that he must have been because he was ‘dating’ Shoto. She normally liked Midoriya, however, he was the only person in class that actually knew that she was dating Shoto, which meant he would have lots of questions. She knew she couldn’t answer them, since Bakugo had never even come up with a story on how they got together, at least that she knew of.
The whole fake dating thing in general was super messy now that she was fake dating Bakugo. She hopes that they will figure it out on their own and cave into confessing, so for now she was going to go along with what they did, and avoid Midoriya as they made chocolates, and hope she wouldn’t have to intervene, because their pining was getting really hard to watch.
“Well now that everyone is here, let’s start making chocolates. I was thinking we could break up into pairs and then Sato could walk around and help out where needed. If that’s alright with you, of course.” Ochako said, smiling at Sato.
“Sure, that works, I know a lot of you don’t really know how to make chocolate, and I’m happy to help where I can.”
“Great! So, why doesn’t everyone pair up and start cooking.”
Momo saw Midoriya making his way over to her when Toru started to argue with Kaminari.
“You can’t work with Kyoka, if you work together, then you will know exactly what you're getting and that’s boring.”
“But we already know what we are getting”
“Doesn’t matter, they would be from the same batch and therefore taste the same. Plus, you wouldn’t get any work done at all, so pick other people.” Toru said, clearly putting her foot down.
“Kyoka, you can work with me, I don’t have a partner yet” Momo interjected, carefully making it so that Midoriya couldn’t pair up with her.
In the end Momo was paired with Kyoka, Mirodiya was with Ochako, Kaminari was with Sero, Kirishima was with Mina, and Tsu was with Toru.
Shoto didn’t realize what day it was until he walked into class that day and saw the little bags with hearts on them and ribbons keeping them closed. Shoto never had any interest in Valentine’s day and still didn’t really care, despite having a girlfriend. Though he did suppose the text from earlier made more sense now that he knew what day it was. Earlier that morning Momo had texted him about how she felt bad she wouldn’t be able to give him chocolates in class, and she would do it later in the day. He was confused as to why she wanted to give him chocolates at all when he got the text but decided to just agree to her plan nonetheless.
Shoto was brought out of his thoughts by Midoriya, who was now standing in front of him, heart bag in hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day Shoto” he said smiling as he held out the bag for Shoto to take.
Shoto grabbed the chocolates and set them on his desk. “Thank you Izuku. Sorry that I didn’t also get you some chocolate, but I didn’t realize what today was”
“That’s fine, I don’t mind. Honestly, I probably had too much chocolate when I was making these. Uraraka and I wanted the chocolates to be perfect, so we kept taste testing them.” Midoriya laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Todoroki opened the bag before splitting the chocolates in half. He then picked up one pile holding it out to Midoriya. “Why don’t we split them?”
Midoriya smiled, holding out his hand, and Todoroki placed them in his outstretched hand. Midoriya then popped one chocolate into his mouth. Todoroki followed suit and ate his own chocolates. They weren’t horrible, so he nodded his head to let Midoriya know that they were enjoyable.
Watching Deku give the half and half bastard chocolates made Katsuki’s blood boil. Icy Hot even split the chocolates with Deku, what was that about? The more Katsuki looked at the two the angrier he got so he looked away, towards the door just as Yaoyorozu walked in the door.
She sees him looking at her and makes her way over to his desk.
Once she was next to him, she placed a bag of chocolates on his desk. “I hope you like them!” She smiled brightly at him.
“Thanks,” he said.
She smiled at him before walking to her desk. He followed her as she walked away. He then saw Deku and Icy Hot again and got angry again. He then picked up the chocolates and threw them straight at Icy Hot's head.
Katsuki watched as they flew across the room and hit half and half right in the face. He smirked as Icyhot looked up at him.
The class then went completely silent, confused as to why Katsuki would just throw his chocolates at Todoroki of all people. But then Todoroki opened the bag and started to eat the chocolates. The class then moved to continue their previous conversations.
3.
The next couple days after valentines were decently normal. Momo was able to give Shoto the chocolates she made him, and they were able to still walk to class together despite their new ‘relationships’. Momo was also able to avoid Midoriya and all his questions.
Since Valentine's day Momo and Bakugo hadn’t actually discussed their story about how they got together. All Momo knew was that, according to Bakugo, they hadn’t been dating for long, which is information that she had learned from Shoto. Bakugo was beginning to seriously get on Momo’s nerves, but she agreed to play along, so that’s what she was going to do.
Momo was, however, pretty worried about tonight. Mina had put together a little party for the class. Momo wasn’t sure what exactly Mina had planned because she was keeping it under wraps but Momo knew it would be a lot harder to avoid questions about her and Bakugo when in the social situation of a party. They would also have to act more like a couple at the party then they had been. So far Bakugo and her didn’t really need to interact with each other. Thanks to the class and their different friend groups. There was also the fact that Momo was always helping her peers’ study, and Bakugo made the class dinner most nights, now that his friends wore him down into complying.
Momo decided she needed to go find Bakugo and figure out the plan for the party. As she was walking through the common room, she passed Shoto, Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka who were all going over the homework and helping Uraraka with said homework. Momo missed being able to hang out with Shoto as much, but she knew that if their plan worked it would be worth not having to see the two boys dance around each other in their strange way.
Momo found Bakugo getting on to the elevator. She sped up in order to reach the doors before they closed and she got on the elevator with him.
“So, what’s the plan?”
“What do you mean? Plan for what?” Bakugo turned to look at Momo fully instead of the doors.
“The plan for the party tonight. If you want to convince the class that we are dating then we will have to act more like a couple. Beyond me giving you chocolates, we haven’t done anything to suggest we are dating. Plus, you threw the chocolates I made at Shoto so it’s not like it looked a whole lot like you like me.”
“Fine whatever. It’s a party where there will be dancing and food and drink, so we will dance and I’ll do all the boyfriend shit of getting you drinks and food or whatever. Happy now?” Bakugo crossed his arms and turned back to the door.
“You do realize that I’m doing a favor for you. I could just go tell Shoto and Midoriya that you lied about dating someone.” Momo then also turned toward the door. She was going to lose it if she had to deal with Bakugo for much longer. She hoped they would get over themselves sooner rather than later so she could stop this whole serenade.
“Very well, I’ll try to be nicer.” Was Bakugo’s only response before the elevator dinged and he got off, hands shoved into his pants pocket.
Katsuki was not happy to have to go to the stupid party that Racoon eyes was throwing. However, considering he was ‘dating’ ponytail, he had to go. Though, even if he wasn’t, the self-proclaimed Bakusquad would drag him to the party anyway whether he liked it or not.
Once Katsuki entered the common room Yaoyorozu dragged him over to the rest of the girls and then she continued her previous conversation. Minutes into the whole affair Katsuki was seriously regretting his choice in pretending to date Yaoyorozu. Of course, she would get super into the lie and try to make it perfect. He just wanted to piss off Deku and Icy Hot.
“I’m going to get some water, you want some?” Katuski asked, wanting a reason to get away, just for a little bit.
He walked off without waiting for a response from Yaoyorozu. Heading through the dancing bodies to the kitchen. The kitchen was equally as packed as the rest of the common room, which really pissed Katsuki. As he walked through the kitchen, he could see the disastrous state in which it was in. Racoon eyes better be planning to clean the mess she caused.
Once he was finally able to get his water and get out, he hesitated to go back to Ponytail. He knew he should, but there was only so much he could handle of the girl’s conversation. So, he chose to lean against the wall and watch the people dancing around the room.
As he scanned the room, he spotted Deku dancing with Icy Hot. Deku was smiling like an idiot as he swung Icy Hot around the room like the idiot he was. They weren’t dancing nicely but they looked happy. As they spun in another circle, Katsuki caught another glimpse of the bright smile that Deku was giving Icy Hot.
It hurt more than Katsuki thought it should to see Deku so happy with someone else. He wanted to be the reason for that big smile that took over his whole face, instead Katsuki only caused tears. Katsuki has been so horrible to Deku for years. They had only been kind of friends for a little while now. Perhaps it was for the best that Deku found happiness with someone who had never hurt him, someone who was there for him when he called. Katsuki didn’t deserve to see that bright smile directed at him. Katsuki knew this was for the best, that Deku deserved to be happy.
Once Shoto and Midoriya got to the party, Midoriya dragged Shoto to go dance. Midoriya wasn’t a great dancer, but they were both having fun just spinning around. Midoriya normally dragged one of his friends to dance with him at times like these because he didn’t like to dance alone. Midoriya was smiling and laughing as they spun in circles while the people around them actually danced. After several spins, they stopped and swayed a little bit. Past Midoriya, Shoto could see Bakugo. At first Bakugo looked so sad, it was the calmest Shoto had ever seen him, and he just looked defeated. Then Bakugo looked up and they made eye contact. Bakugo’s face contorted into anger. Shoto then lost sight of him as Midoriya once again spun them around. Midoriya stopped half way through the circle as he looked past Shoto.
“I’ll be right back.” Midoriya said as he walked past Shoto, towards where Shoto had seen Bakugo. This seemed like the right time for them to finally get together.
Shoto watched as Midoriya followed Bakugo outside before moving to find Momo. He found her talking with the other girls.
“Hey Todoroki.” Uraraka greeted
“Oh, hey Shoto, what are you doing over here?” Momo asked.
“Midoriya went to go do something, so I thought I could come over here and say hi.”
“Yeah, I think I saw Deku go outside with Bakugo.”
“I still don’t understand why in the world you’re dating him, Yaomomo. He is just a jerk. I haven’t seen him do anything nice for you, in every interaction I see between the two of you he’s just a jerk.” Jiro complained.
“Honestly, I always thought that you and Yaomomo would get together, Todoroki. She had the biggest crush on you.” Ashido said.
“I know”
The girls laughed a little at that. They then went back to their conversation from before Shoto interrupted.
“This party is starting to die out. I think it’s time to switch gears.” Ashido said as she walked away from the group.
Izuku was having a lot of fun at Ashido’s party dancing around with Todoroki. As they spun around, he saw Kacchan past Todoroki and paused. He looked so angry and upset as he turned away from the dance floor and walked out of the dorms.
“I’ll be right back.” Izuku said as he walked past Todoroki, towards the door and outside.
Once outside, Izuku looked around for Kacchan and saw him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Izuku walked slowly over to him trying to figure out what to say. Kacchan usually avoided being vulnerable around anyone, so it would be difficult to get him to say what was upsetting him. But, Izuku wanted to try and help him anyway. Izuku didn’t like seeing Kacchan upset, he just wanted him to be happy.
“Go away Deku, I know it's you, stalker.” Kacchan snapped at him.
“It’s a nice night don’t you think? Is that why you left the party Kacchan?”
“None of your fucking business Deku. You need to stop budding into people’s business creep.”
“I know you're just deflecting because you don’t want to be vulnerable around other people. But it's okay to open up Kacchan. It’s good to talk about what is upsetting you, it’s the only way for it to be fixed.”
“What if what upsets me can’t be fixed? What if it shouldn’t be?” Kacchan got defensive and stood up, walking a few passes away from Izuku.
“That didn’t tell me anything Kacchan, I don’t know how to help you.” Izuku got up and walked over to Kacchan.
“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone, go hangout with your boyfriend or something.”
“Okay, you don’t need to talk to me, you could talk to your friends, you have lots of them after all. Kirishima would love to talk with you and listen to your problems, Kaminari would too. You can always also talk to Yaoyorozu. She is a great person to talk to, though I guess you would know that since you guys are dating, which is great. How did you even start dating?”
“Deku, stop. I don’t need to talk to anyone. Just leave me be and go back to the party.”
“I don’t want to leave until I know you are okay. I just want you to be happy, Kacchan. I know you don’t like me and that I drive you nuts, but I want to help you as much as possible.” It hurt Izuku to think about how Kacchan didn’t want him around. He was starting to think that Todoroki’s plan wasn’t going to work, that it wasn’t a very good plan. Maybe it was time to finally bite the bullet and tell Kacchan about his feelings.
Kacchan turned to look at Izuku. He opened his mouth to probably tell Izuku once again to leave, but Izuku interrupted him.
“Look Kacchan there is something you should know. I’m-“
“Hey guys, we are switching gears to playing some games, if you want to join us.” Ashido interrupted smiling at them.
“Of course, we’ll be right in.” Kacchan said, still looking at Izuku as Ashido went back inside. “It’s time to go back Deku or your boyfriend might start worrying.”
He then turned and walked to the dorm doors. “Sure Kacchan.” Izuku responded a bit dejectedly before he walked back inside, carefully coving up his emotions so that no one could see that he was upset.
4.
Shoto was glad that the pretending was finally over, he was glad that Deku Might finally be happy and he might finally be able to hangout with Momo since all his friends will be in relationships. Midoriya will finally have someone else to monopolize his time.
“All right, now that I have dragged Midoriya and Bakugo inside, I was thinking we could play truth or dare, and to make sure that everyone participates we will spin a bottle to determine the next person.” Ashido announced.
Midoriya and Bakugo trailed after her, not looking very happy, which confused Shoto. Perhaps they were just upset to have been interrupted. However, once they made it into the room they quickly separated. Bakugo marched over to Kirishima and Midoriya walked over to Shoto.
Ashido moved and got everyone into a circle, she then went and put a water bottle in the middle of the circle since there were no beer bottles.
“How do we make sure that everyone doesn't just choose truth every time?” Kaminari asked.
Bakugo scoffed. “Seriously, truth is lame, I might as well just go to bed then.” Bakugo stood up heading towards the elevator before Ashido stopped him.
“Okay then, what if we just do dares, then will you stay?” Ashido called after him.
“Unless you're too scared of course.” Kaminari added, stopping Bakugo in his tracks.
“ Oh it's on Dunce face, I am going to take you down.” Bokugo barked, spinning on his heels and marching back to the Circle, glaring at Kaminari as he went. Shoto expected that this was going to be a very interesting game for sure.
. . .
Momo was not excited for this game. Based on how Bakugo marched inside, nothing good must have happened while he and Midoriya were outside. She couldn't tell if he was angry or just serious about Kaminari's challenge as everyone sat down in a circle and Mina placed a bottle in the middle.
"So, who wants to start?" Mina asks as she sits between Kirishima and Sero.
"Shouldn't you go first Mina? Since it was your idea." Ochako suggested.
"Okay" Mina reached forward and spun the bottle. It went around a couple times before landing on Kaminari." Kaminari, I dare you to eat one of Bakugo's Spicy peppers.
Most everyone jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Bakugo only So that no one got into anything they shouldn't, leaving Momo with Shoto and Midoriya. Midoriya turned and watched the group while Momo looked at Shoto to try and gauge how he was doing. He seemed to be a little dejected, but that was all Momo could gather. Momo doesn't need to be in the kitchen to know what will happen. Especially when a loud cry, followed by a lot of laughter comes from the kitchen.
Bakugo was the first to march back into the room. Momo heard him mutter something about people who can't handle heat as he sat back down next to her.
Kaminari was the last to make his way back in. He had a very red face and his eyes were still watering as he sat down next to Kyoka. She then had to nudge him to remind him that it was his turn to spin.
“Iida, I dare you to try and eat a cookie without using your hands.”
Iida ended up being weirdly good at this, finishing his cookie in little to no time at all.He had pushed it off the table, grabbing it with his teeth once it was hanging off the edge. Then he just ate it in one bite.
And so on the game went.
Katsuki honestly barely paid attention to the game. He really didn't want to stay and watch Deko and icy hot any longer but he couldn't take Dunce Face calling him a coward, especially not when he wasn't afraid of these idiots. all the dars were horrible. Like, Glasses had dared Kirishima to spin in a circle ten times and then try to walk in a straight line. though he did fail that one.
The only mildly interesting one was when he got to dare Icy hot to call his dad and tell him he loved him. He shrugged, pulled out his phone and all he said was “I love you” before hanging up. his phone kept going off a couple times after that but he just ignored it.
Katsuki stopped paying attention after Round face dared Deku to sit on Icy hots lap. He decided to just glare at the wall instead. He was only brought back into the game when Dunce Face addressed him.
“Bakugo, I dare you to kiss the best looking person in the room.”
Katsuki thought for a moment before his eyes drifted to Deku still sitting there, in Icy Hot's lap leaned back while icy hot rested his head on top of Deku’s like he didn't even know what he was doing. So he chose the only opinion he could. One that a small part of him hoped would perhaps upset Deku.
He then turned and kissed Yaoyorozu.
Izuku wasn't sure if he was going to puke or cry. He was so stupid to think he could ever be with Kacchan. This whole idea had been so stupid, he shouldn't have agreed to do this now he had to watch Kacchan kiss his best friend's ex-girlfriend. That was also his fault by agreeing to this stupid idea. Todoroki and Yaoyorozu broke up because of this stupid lie.
“Hey Deku?” Uraraka said, shaking him slightly to get his attention.
He looked up at her a bit confused, looking around when he spotted the bottle. It looks like Kacchan has spun it and landed on him.
“I’m sorry, I can't play anymore. I’m going to go to bed.”
“Wait, Midoriya.” Ashido called out.
“Goodnight.” was all he said as he walked to the elevator and went up to his room.
All he could think about was the kiss, it kept replaying in his head. Izuku hadn't realized just how much he liked Kacchan. He didn't realize how much it would hurt to see him with someone else.
Once he made it to his room the tears started falling, he let himself break down. He cried himself out pretty fast, ending with tears just silently streaming down his face. That is when there was a knock on the door.
He got up and opened the door to reveal Todoroki.
“Are you okay?” he asked, confused by Izuku’s tears.
“I’m sorry about Yaoyorozu. I’m done with this. There is no reason to continue. Kacchan won't even talk to me. He just wants me to go away.”
“Midoriya, You don’t have to -”
“I’m done Todoroki. I can't keep up the lie, okay. Goodnight.” Izuku said before closing the door.
5.
The next day Shoto was thinking of how they could go back to normal after this, when Momo came up with one last ditch effort to get them together before they decided to give up. The hard part will be getting Midoriya to go along.
So, that night when Shoto could get him alone, he proposed the idea. "We were invited to go on a double date with Bakugo and Momo," he announced.
"Todoroki, I told you I can't do this anymore. He doesn't like me, end of Story." Midoriya complained.
He knew that was the response he would get and he told Momo as much, and she told him what to say next. "I know you did, but can you do this for me? So that I can see if Momo still likes me."
Midoriya hesitated at that before he sighed and nodded.
Katsuki was absolutely pissed that he had to do this. But, Yaoyorozu wanted to, and she was right, he shouldn't have kissed her without her consent. But, wasn't the party enough torture without adding a meal where they had to stare at Icy Hot and Deku the whole time.
“Can you at least look like you're not about murder someone.” Yaoyorozu said as they were walking to the restaurant.
“I think that's asking too much, I always look pissed.”
She turned and stopped him right outside the building. “Then can you at least play nice. I don't need to be breaking up any fights tonight.”
Katsuki could see right into the restaurant and could see Deku and Icy Hot already seated and talking. Deku looked a bit nervous or worried. perhaps yelling at him the other dad had actually frightened him. not that Katsuki has ever been able to push him away in the past. Was he really staring at a life without Deku around to drive him nuts? could he stand not having Deku in his life.
He nodded at Yaoyorozu. Perhaps if he played nice everything would be fine. Perhaps he wasn't even what was worrying Deku.
Katsuki was quickly proven wrong once they were approaching the table and he could see Deku physically stiffin. and what a rotten boyfriend half and half was when he didn't even appear to notice.
Izuku somehow wasn't prepared to see Kacchan and Yaoyorozu walk into the restaurant. To make things worse Kacchan looked so nice tonight and it made it all the harder to look at him and know he would never be able to be with him the way he wanted. He hoped they could somehow still be friends but he wasn't sure how when he couldn't make eye contact with him.
Suddenly he felt a kick from under the table and looked up. He hadn't realized that Kacchan and Yaoyorozu had sat down already. Todoroki was already in a conversation with Yaoyorozu and Kacchan was looking at him.
“You started muttering to yourself and the other table was looking at you like you were crazy.” Kacchan explained.
Izuku blushed and looked down at his hands.
“What's got you worked up anyway?”
Izuku started panicking before saying the first thing that popped into his head. “Have you seen the new hero line up?”
Momo really hoped this plan would work because these two boys appear to be even more thick headed then she originally thought.
She smiled at Shoto and Midoriya as she approached. though Midoriya looked stiff as a board so everything was not off to a good start. All thanks to Bakugo being an idiot and kissing her. She specifically sat across from Shoto and started up a conversation with him in hopes of getting the other boys to talk. At first it didn't look like it was going to work as Midoriya started muttering and Bakugo just drank water awkwardly. but then they started talking about heroes.
They seemed pretty happy with this and didn't stop all through dinner. Momo was hoping they would talk about their feelings or something but the conversation never strayed from the heroes.
“Tonight is such a nice night, what if we all go for a walk around the park before heading back to UA?” She asked.
Shoto was the first to agree causing the others to agree in turn so they paid and headed out. These boys were going to get together tonight if it was the last thing she did. She wanted her boyfriend back already. The whole reason for this plan was to get more time together and yet they now had even less and she was over it.
6.
Now that they were outside the ease and comfort of the restaurant the group quickly fell back into awkward silence. Izuku didn't know how to talk to Kacchan again. He also wasn't sure if he should try and talk as a group with everyone. Or perhaps the best thing would be to leave Todoroki and Yaoyorozu alone so they could make up.mor would that be wrong since she was now with Kacchan, though she did spend all dinner talking to Todoroki.
Kacchan then elbowed Izuku's arm. “You are muttering again”
“Oh sorry.”
“Okay, you definitely have something else on your mind. What is it?” Kacchan sighed.
Izuku panicked again, looking forward to seeing that Todoroki and Yaoyorozu were now walking a distance in front of them and they seemed happy. “Me and Todoroki aren't actually dating … anymore. I think he likes Yaoyorozu. I thought you should know.”
“Oh… that makes sense. To be honest I only asked Yaoyorozu out to piss half and half off.”
Momo started pulling Shoto ahead of the others once they were outside. In the silence they did fall into an easy conversation about school and Shoto could tell Momo was ready for everything to be over so they could spend more time together again.
Honestly, Shoto was ready as well. As much as he liked Midoriya, his relationship with Bakugo was exhausting and annoying. Plus Momo was amazing and so easy to be around. Shoto loved her company. She was as kind and understanding as Midoriya, without all the drama. Plus they had interests that aligned more. Shoto did not necessarily enjoy talking about different pro heroes all the time.
Shoto turned to Momo and gave her a soft smile. She smiled brightly in turn, reaching out and giving his hand a light squeeze.
Momo started to relax into the conversation with Shoto once Midoriya and Bakugo started talking.
She was confident that they would finally confess when they started telling each other that they were not actually in relationships.
But then it all devolved very quickly, once Bakugo confessed that he didn't ever have feelings for her.
“Wait, what? how could you play with her feeling like that Kacchan.” Midoriya huffed and stopped walking, causing everyone else to stop as well.
“It doesn't matter, it's not like she ever liked me anyway, so there was no harm.” Bakugo scoffed.
“But you didn't know that going in, right? And even if you did think so, she could have developed feelings for you and that's just cruel if you never liked her.” Midoriya was almost shouting now and Bakugo was red with anger, ready to probably put his foot in his mouth and ruin everything, which is when Momo finally lost it.
“Both of you shut the fuck up. News flash you were both fake dating us to make the other jealous and I am officially done with both of your shit. So kiss and make up already cuz I want my boyfriend to myself for once,” and with that Momo turned around, grabbed a hold of Shoto and marched off back to UA.
Katsuki and Deku were both stunned into silence as Yaoyorozu marched off with Icy Hot.
They both turned and looked at eachother. Then Deku blushed and looked down at the ground like he was the only one caught in a lie.
“I'm sorry for lying to you Kacchan. I know you don't like me but I do like you a lot and I'm sorry. I understand if you now hate me and never want to talk to me …” Deku continued but Katsuki stopped listening after Deku said he liked him.
Katsuki decided fuck it and kissed Deku, officially silencing him.
Katsuki pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on Dekus, “for the love of god stop talking. I like you, you idiot, so shut up and kiss me” Katsuki demanded. Deku smiled. “Really?”
Katsuki kissed him before he could say any more.
“What did I just say?” Katsuki asked, “And contrary to previous actions, I try not to go around kissing people I don't like.”
This time Deku silenced Katsuki with a kiss. “I guess we should thank and apologize to Todoroki and Yaoyorozu for getting us to admit our feelings.” Deku said starting to walk to UA.
“I think the best thing we could do for them is leave them alone for a while. Especially while Yaoyorozu is so angry. Katsuki said, walking alongside Deku.
Deku nodded thoughtfully as he grabbed Katsuki’s hand, already softly muttering ideas to himself. Katsuki smiled and shook his head, he was going to have to get used to that but at least kissing was a good way to get Deku’s attention.
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ao3feed-dadzawa · 2 years
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Coparenting for Dummies
Coparenting for Dummies by xxInksxx
Aizawa wants to adopt Izuku. Mic wants to adopt Izuku. Izuku wants to go home with both of them. Problem? They are polar opposites and can't stand each other.
Or: In this fic, Mic and Aizawa have to learn to tolerate each other for the sake of their mutually adopted son in order to make the boy happy, but will they find romance along the way or strangle each other for their parenting styles first?
Words: 3180, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki
Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic
Additional Tags: Crimes & Criminals, Crime Scenes, Aftermath of Violence, Detailed Crime Scenes, Alternate Universe - Quirks are rare, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, actually more like, Enemies to coparents to friends to lovers, Gross descriptions, PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION AS THERE IS, Gore, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Trans Midoriya Izuku, Trans Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, idk how hard the gore is bc I don't read it often enough for a ref, so please proceed with caution
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39583440
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tigerlilla · 1 year
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act like you like me
(part two)
part one … part three
“sorry,” you shifted in the booth, “i’m nervous.”
he sighed. bakugo had messaged you last week about going on a double date with red riot and his boyfriend. you had happily agreed, totally fangirling.
“i don’t want to disappoint them,” you mumbled, adjusting your dress.
“just sit still and look pretty,” bakugo said. “you’ll be fine.”
you couldn’t even form a witty comeback, still squirming in your seat. your stomach was twisted in knots.
"bakugo!" you immediately recognized the voice.
"shitty hair," bakugo grinned, standing up from the booth. you smiled at the red headed hero and the hot blonde on his arm.
red riot smiled at you, "i'm glad i finally get to meet you."
you smiled, "the pleasure is all mine, red riot."
"kirishima," he replied, flashing his pointy teeth. "and this is my boyfriend, dylan."
the blonde beamed at you, "i've seen you in the news."
you laughed, "i've seen you as well." you remebered when kirishima and the model started dating, the positive and negative coments in the media.
"only my best angles, i hope," dylan smiled. you liked him.
bakugo and kirishima broke off into their own conversation.
“i loved you and bakugo at the go kart track,” dylan giggled, nursing a glass of something you couldn’t pronounce.
“god, that was two weeks ago,” you covered your face with your hands, “and it’s still being shared.”
“it’s cute!” dylan insisted. “pro heroes, they get yelled at by their partners just like us.” you smiled. “enough chit chat, we should dance!”
the thumping of the music had gotten progressively louder through the night. you played with the edge of your glass, admiring the lipstick smudge. god, when was the last time you were in a club? especially one for pro heroes and famous models.
you moved to tap bakugo on the shoulder as he turned to you, your faces much closer than you expected, “i’m going dancing with dylan,” you said. he nodded.
dylan grabbed your hand, pulling you into the crowd of bodies.
MODEL DYLAN RYLANT AND DYNAMIGHT’S GIRLFRIEND SPOTTED AT THE CLUB
DOUBLE DATE!! DYNAMIGHT AND RED RIOT TOGETHER WITH PARTNERS
DYNAMIGHT’S FRISKY NIGHT WITH GIRLFRIEND
you clicked on the last article, eyes drawn to the paparazzi pic of you on bakugo’s arm leaving the club, the hair you worked so hard on a terrible mess.
“pro hero dynamight was spotted leaving guy’s social club with his girlfriend alongside red riot and partner dylan rylant.” you continued to read, “fans were quickly drawn to a blurry picture of what seems like an intimate moment.”
another paparazzi picture. this one was from a phone camera, and showed your face centimeters from bakugo’s. your stomach twisted.
“bakugo and his girlfriend have yet to lay on the pda, but fans are hoping this is just the beginning of hot moments caught on camera.”
you scrolled through the comments; most positive. one in particular caught your eye, “couple of the year!! love them so much! love seeing this side of dynamight, he’s not a total ass lol”
you smiled and leaned back against the bakery counter, already thinking of what snarky comment to include when you sent the link to bakugo.
...
"see you, monday!" you smiled at your favorite customer. he came every saturday evening and bought crossiants and donuts for his family to enjoy sunday morning. his wife liked the berry crossiant with extra berries, he picked a ham and cheese crossiant, and he always got his sons donuts with sprinkles. last year, you made his twin sons an 8th birthday croquembouche with donut holes instead of cream puffs.
your reminiscing was interrupted by a call from dylan. "hey, wh-"
“where are you?” he said, sounding out of breath.
“at the bakery. what’s wrong?” you asked, quickly becoming concerned.
“your address was leaked, i just saw it-”
“what do- how? i-“
“i don't think you should be at the bakery right now. shit, i have to go. please be safe.” he hung up.
you pushed yourself off the counter, heading for the back room, already dialing bakugo, like an instinct you didn’t know you had.
the hero picked up on the third ring, “i’m at work, what-“
“dylan just called and said that my address was leaked and i don’t know what to do and-“
you heard him curse under his breath, “i’ll be there in a minute.”
“i don’t even know if it’s true or how he knows or-“
“calm down and stay in the back. i’ll be there soon.” bakugo hung up, leaving you feeling worse than before.
a quick search confirmed what dylan said; there was a whole thread of people talking about you, your real full name, where you lived, speculating how you spent your free time above the old bakery you worked at and why you dropped out of college. everything private that all might said he'd protect.
EVERY LIE DYNAMIGHT FED US ABOUT HIS GIRLFRIEND
you wanted to cry and scream and throw up. you were just looking at positive articles talking about how cute you and bakugo were last week.
you were too focused on the “leaked” picture of you walking into the bakery late one night, bakugo’s car in the background, to notice the pro hero stomping into the kitchen.
bakugo ripped your phone out of your hand. “we’re leaving.”
“this is my job,” you replied. “i can’t just leave.”
“that extra can fill in,” bakugo gestured to the high schooler playing on his phone in front of the oven.
“i-“
the entire building was filled with the sound of the bell on the counter being pounded over and over. “helloooo, is anyone here? i’m looking for bakugo’s girlfriend.”
you groaned. “i think me staying here would be worse. i’ll go talk to mr matsura and explain why you’ll be at the counter today, ichiro.”
hearing his name, the boy looked up from his phone, sputtering, “no, this is your mess. i’m not dealing with it. i don’t even-“
“oi! don’t fuckin talk to her like that,” bakugo barked, eyes locked on the poor kid. “no one gives a shit about your excuses, just do your damn job.”
the poor boy was terrified, eyes wide and a trembling frown. ichiro nodded and left, heading out to the woman still banging on the counter.
“that was really nice,” you frowned up at bakugo. “what’s wrong with you?”
“can’t even stick up for my damn girlfriend,” he mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.
“thank you for sticking up for your poor damn girlfriend,” you put a hand on his arm. it felt like the perfect moment to peck him on the cheek, but you weren’t really his girlfriend and there weren’t any cameras to catch the moment, so really, there was no excuse for it. “i’m going to talk to mr matsura. help yourself to the fruit bars you like. i’ll be back in a minute.”
you walked over to your boss’s office door, knocking before letting yourself in. “good afternoon, sir. i am-“
the older man narrowed his eyes at you, “if you wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to replace, i’d fire you.”
you opened your mouth to speak, but he wasn’t done.
“at first i thought you dating that chump might be good for business. but you lied about where you worked, like anyone would believe you worked at a private financial firm,” you frowned at his insult, “and now it’s blown up in your face. take the rest of the day off. you better be here monday with all this mess cleaned up.”
“thank you, sir,” you bowed your head and slipped out the door. somehow the conversation had gone better and worse than you expected. you didn’t really peg your boss as the type of guy who read about who the pros were dating, but maybe you were wrong.
bakugo was not in the kitchen where you’d left him. he was not by the rack with the fruit bars. and he certainly was not the type to go talk to the lady asking ichiro for an interview about “the hero’s whore” (way harsh). to the boy’s credit, he kept his mouth closed.
you heard the thumping of his boots above your head and rolled your eyes. what a gentleman. you took the stairs by twos.
“why are you up here?” you asked, rounding the corner into your open bedroom. “holy shit.”
bakugo stood in front of your window, a giant crack spiderwebbing across the glass. “i heard a noise. maybe a rock.”
“oh my god,” hysteria wound it’s way up your throat. “they’re trying to kill me.”
“we’re leaving. get your shit. you’ll stay the night with me.”
you ignored him, rushing to draw the curtains on each window in your apartment. you weren’t sure if it would help, but it seemed like something.
by the time you got back into your bedroom, bakugo was picking through your closet, shoving things into a backpack he plucked off a hook.
he must have felt bad for you, for he softened just a bit, “i’ll call someone i know who sets up security systems, tomorrow. your window can be fixed too.”
“i don’t know if-“
please, just trust me.” he held out the partially stuffed backpack, gripping the strap with white knuckles.
“okay,” you replied quietly, taking the bag. you left out the back door ten minutes later, your stuffed backpack slung over bakugo’s shoulder.
you were quiet on the drive to bakugo’s apartment. there was too much to think about. you had texted dylan, updating him on what happened and asking for advice.
bakugo pulled into a big garage and turned off his car, sitting in the silence for a few seconds.
you wanted to reach out and touch his face, pull on the scowl he’d been wearing the whole day.
he turned, his red eyes catching on your face. “what are you staring at?”
“that ugly snarl ruining your pretty face,” you quipped back.
bakugo scowled deeper as you smiled. “whatever,” he grumbled as he got of his car, slamming the door behind him. bakugo led you from his private garage into the elevator and up the eleven floors to his apartment.
you held your tongue as he unlocked the front door. you couldn’t even imagine how luxurious his apartment must be. you slipped off your shoes, stepped inside, and frowned.
“be careful, you’ll get frown lines,” bakugo snarled as you frowned at his small apartment.
“are you sure we’re in the right place?” you asked, ignoring his comment. “this is tiny.”
“two bedrooms, one and a half bath,” he shrugged.
“you’re one of the most famous heroes in the world,” you gaped. “why do you only have one shower?”
bakugo looked at you like you were stupid, “why would i need more than one?”
“i… don’t know,” you frowned. “i guess i’m just used to people flaunting their wealth.” you looked around at the minimalist apartment; open floor plan with hardwood floor and eggshell walls, two rooms tucked off from the main space, a big kitchen with a bar, a tv propped on a quaint table in front of a sagging couch.
bakugo shrugged and walked off, your bag still on his back. “you can sleep in here. i’ll get new sheets.”
you followed him into the second bedroom. a bed was tucked in the corner, most of the room overtaken by a treadmill and an exercise bike and other miscellanous things shoved against the wall.
he must have noticed your gaze, he added, “i can move that shit if it bothers you.”
“no, it’s okay. i don’t mind.”
bakugo placed your backpack on the floor and left the room for a second before coming back with pale orange bed sheets. you stood there and watched as he stretched the thin cotton over the bed, the muscles in arms straining against his black tshirt. he stood up turning back towards you, pulling his buzzing phone out of his pocket. “all might’s loosing his fucking mind.” you nodded and he left you in the bedroom by yourself.
you dumped the backpack out on the bed, immediately giggling at what bakugo had packed at the bottom; a short black dress, black sneakers, black jeans, and a black tank top. he wanted you to match him, apparently. tucked at the very bottom of your bag were your bright pink, fuzzy pig slippers. you nearly squealed.
your excitement was quickly overshadowed by bakugo slamming his fist on the wall outside the apartment and yelling something you couldn’t quite make out.
you tip toed outside your room, trying to snoop become more aware of your surroundings.
bakugo’s bedroom was beside yours, the door closed. you opened the door slightly, peering in through the crack. immediately you slammed your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your laughter. you opened the door wider, eyeing the bookshelf full of all might collectibles. magazines, books, action figures, soda cans; they were all there. holy shit.
“what are you doing?” bakugo barked, having snuck in after his intense call with all might.
you stepped back from the room, your eyes going wide, “sorry. i was looking for the bathroom.”
the corner of his mouth ticked up. he pointed to an open door on the other side of your room, obviously the bathroom. “bathroom’s right there.”
"got it. thanks." you wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. you quickly walked to the bathroom, sitting down on top of the toliet seat. you stayed there, knees tucked against your chest.
so much had happened recently. you met dylan only a week ago. you hadn’t even been dating bakugo for two full months. you were thrust into the spotlight and quite honestly, you should have expected it. what did you think was going to happen, everyone would love you and be perfectly content to respect your privacy?
you had to give yourself credit. you were handling it all super fucking amazingly. look at you, sitting in bakugo’s guest bathroom, completely composed even though your deepest darkest secrets were probably out there, floating on the web, and your address getting leaked was only the tip of the iceberg.
you were fine. you would be fine.
bakugo turned on the tv in the living room, flipping over to the news. you could hear through the walls. he would settle on a channel and then change it a minute later. it was obnoxious. he wouldn’t even listen to a fully story.
you opened the door as soon as you heard your name from the anchor, “wait, stop.”
bakugo barely spared you a glance before changing the channel.
“no, go back to that last one.” bakugo flipped to the next station. “can you please go back?”
he sighed loudly, going back to the channel talking about you. you caught the end of what they were saying.
“…was kicked out of ivy university’s hero costume design program and started working at sweetie’s bake house last year.”
another anchor jumped in, “dynamight works for all might’s agency, which has a history of working to protect the privacy of their heroes. concealing where she worked and her full name kept her safe. look what happened.”
“the agency’s statement claimed she had a different job, different background, and name. can we even trust that they’re actually dating?”
jesus. they were having a fucking round table about you on air. and they were right.
“also, look at who they keep as company. can we even be sure she’s actually a girl?” one of them laughed.
“turn it off,” you said quietly. but bakugo had already powered off the tv by the time you finished. you caught his red eyes focused on your face.
“hero suit designer, eh?” bakugo drew your attention to him.
you narrowed your eyes at him, “yeah, wanna hear my advice? throw away those ugly ass gauntlets.”
he barked out a laugh.
you took his laugh as an invitation to join him on the couch. so you did, sitting on the far opposite end, over two feet of space between the two of you. you frowned at the pile of folders sitting on the coffee table, “work on a saturday evening?” anything to not have to talk about what just happened on tv.
“yeah,” he grunted, pulling the stack onto his lap. “i’m already behind on incident reports and i have to complete my property damage assessment for the quarter and someone needed rescuing in the middle of my paperwork.”
you sighed dramatically, tossing your hand over your forehead, “o wise one, great lord katsuki, how can i ever repay you for rescuing me, a poor damsel in distress?” he gave you a dirty look. you dropped the act, “i can help you with your paperwork. what is it? signing your name on the line?” you took the folder off the top of the stack. “i’m sure i can forge your name-“
bakugo ripped the paper from you, snarling. “don’t fucking touch my shit.”
you quieted, pulling back your hand, “i’m sorry. i didn’t… sorry.”
he ran a hand through his messy blonde hair, staying silent.
you quietly asked, “is there anyway i can help? proofreading reports or anything? i feel bad for putting you even further behind.”
the sun had begun to set, the lack of light in the room accentuating the dark circles under his eyes, the scar running down his left cheek. he stayed quiet, eyes focused on the papers in his lap.
you stood up from the couch, slipping back into the room you were using. you pulled your phone out of your pocket, noticing a hundred missed texts from dylan. you called and he picked up on the first ring.
“hi, how are you? where are you? are you safe?”
you smiled, “hi, dylan. i’m at bakugo’s apartment.”
“thank god. i’m sorry this is happening to you.”
“it’s not your fault,” you replied, picking at the orange blanket bakugo had laid across the bed. “this would have happened eventually.”
“it still sucks. i’m really sorry,” dylan sighed.
“it does suck. just a couple days ago i was a hero who somehow had clawed my way into the heart of stone cold bakugo and now i’m college dropout fraud.” the irony wasn’t lost on you. you were a fraud. you hadn’t unlocked bakugo’s heart, you’d clumsily fallen into his wallet.
“the media is ridiculously dramatic about everything. post a cute picture and they’ll forget all about this,” dylan replied.
“i don’t know. my work-“
“eiji, baby, i’m a genius!” dylan yelled. “i’ve had a wonderful idea. i’ll call you back tomorrow. and hey, i’ve had the terrible pleasure of knowing bakugo since eiji and i started dating and i know he’s a pain in the ass and i know he’s probably being mean to you about all of this stupid shit, but i also know that he cares for you and his piss poor attitude is him trying to show you that. i’ll have eiji kick him in the ass if you want me to, mkay? i’ll talk to you later, doll! call me if you need anything!”
“bye, i- you already hung up.” dylan was a fever dream. an addictive, confusing, amazing fever dream.
there was a knock on your door and bakugo let himself in.
he stood in the doorway, his shoulders somehow taking up the entire width. his red eyes were on you, so intense you wanted to curl in on yourself. “was that dylan?”
you nodded.
bakugo swallowed and you watched his throat bob. “i’m…” he swallowed again, “sorry.”
you blinked.
“i’m sorry for snapping at you.” he clinched his fists, like this was physically painful for him.
“it’s okay,” you replied, turning your face from him if just to relieve yourself from the burning of his gaze.
“no, you had a fuckin’ shit day and i made it worse and i am sorry.”
you turned back to him, still not wanting to meet his fiery eyes, instead focusing on the sharp lines of his jaw, the soft slope of his neck, the small huff of his breath, the small scar by his temple that you’d never noticed until now. “thank you.” your eyes flicked up to his and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders loosening and his jaw unclenching.
“did you want the money to go back to school?” he asked softly, as if he was scared to break the peace he just built.
“yes, but i also wanted a super hot pro hero boyfriend,” you bit down on your smile. “i secretly like the attention.”
the corner of bakugo’s mouth quirked up, “you think i’m super hot?”
“no, i’m using you to get to eraser head,” you taunted.
bakugo scoffed, “he’s old and ugly, been that way for years.”
you gasped, “take that back! i had his hero card framed and on my nightstand all throughout high school.”
bakugo laughed, his grin a devilish sight. “you never had my rookie hero card framed?”
“never even bought it,” you puffed out your chest.
“jesus woman, you’re killin’ me,” bakugo rolled his eyes, leaning back against the door frame.
“i haven’t even told you the best part,” you grinned. “i do have a hero card from your ua class; a signed shoto rookie card i payed a shit ton for.”
bakugo snarled, showing those pretty white canines, “yer just being fuckin mean, now.”
“obviously i liked the quiet, broody types,” you said, trying to contain your giggle.
bakugo looked like he was about to say something, but decided not to. he shook he head and walked out of your room. “whatever. are you hungry?”
you followed him into the kitchen, plopping down on a barstool. “i could eat.” you watched him move around the kitchen, his muscles slowly loosening, the stress in his face lightening. bakugo was loud and rambunctious and often overwhelming, but he had this grace and softness and fluidity that peeked through when you were looking hard enough.
“admiring the view?” bakugo smirked, saucepan in hand.
you blinked, startled out of your trance. you eyes had drifted to his chest, the fabric of his black shirt stretching over his pecs. “i am. thinking about how your hero costume should show more side boob.”
he hummed, “maybe i should get you a job in the costume department at the agency.”
“you have your own costume department? don’t most agencies just order from big brands?”
“it’s plus ultra, we have our own everything,” bakugo responded, tossing something else into the pan.
“plus ultra is such a dorky name for a hero agency.” you tilted your head, “why haven’t you and deku made your own agency yet?”
“running an agency is more paperwork than helping people. all might does the shit i don’t want to do,” he shrugged, dumping the contents of the pan onto plates.
“mhm, that’s why you came home with a giant stack of paperwork,” you raised an eyebrow. you knew better than to push him anymore, so you changed the subject. “where did you learn how to cook?”
“my mom,” he responded. “the old hag taught me to be good with a knife first, then flavor, and by then i liked it enough to keep cooking.” he slid a dish of pasta across the bar to you.
“thank you. you know, being good at cooking and high intelligence are deeply interlinked,” you said. you twisted up a bite of the pasta, knowing it would be delicious just from the heavenly smells. “you’re adaptable, make quick decisions, scrappy; all traits of a good chef and hero.”
“you bake, it’s the same as cooking.”
“baking is all about control, getting all the right measurements and techniques. it’s logical and straightforward. not like cooking at all. i’m a terrible cook,” you admitted.
“it’s not hard,” bakugo frowned.
“i wish i could make food that tastes this good,” you hummed, shoveling pasta into your mouth. he gave you his look of amused disgust, “sorry, i haven’t eaten all day.”
he smirked, pushing more pasta from the pan onto your plate, “eat up, princess.”
katsuki had told you he was going to bed 30 minutes ago. he had lied.
the day had been total shit. he wasn’t even sure why the media was so upset with you, but he was pissed about it. he was pissed about many things. but most of all, he was pissed about the folder sitting in front of him. the folder he had ripped out of your hands just a few hours ago.
he had known what was inside of that folder, who had dropped it off on his desk, who was getting fired on monday.
the folder sat open on his bed as he stared down at the paper inside of it. total fucking bullshit. he hated the press people at all might’s agency. he hated every one of his actions being picked over by a group of extras, predicting how it would effect his popularity polls, his hero ranking.
they were the ones who had pushed bakugo into your little agreement and now they were the ones wanting him to break it off.
he didn’t give a shit that his popularity poll had dropped by 2.3% today. he didn’t give a shit that you had “served her purpose” and were “dead weight now.”
couldn’t they see what a breath of fresh air you were? how his incident response satisfaction rating had increased by 14% since you two had started dating? that his popularity polls had been better than deku’s for the past month?
they had ate that shit up last week. you were an accessory to them, bakugo had realized. you were to be worn on his arm when they pleased and thrown away when they found something better, a new way to boost his ratings.
they even had included a goddamn breakup press statement in the folder. you had dropped out of college, not killed the fucking emperor.
bakugo picked up his phone, mulling over dylan’s text.
dylan (kiri): had a great idea on how to cheer up ur girlfriend. you haven’t been to our poker nights in sooo long and i think she would like meeting all ur friends. i can even post a cute pic of u the world will go crazy over. we have a private room at the club so it’ll be totally safe. it can be a cute lil date!!!
he replied, a short and sweet “k.”
dylan (kiri): yay!!!! i’ll bring the booze n the friends, you bring the hottie
dylan (kiri): hottie meaning ur girlfriend
dylan (kiri): i know u struggle connecting the dots sometimes xox
bakugo rolled his eyes and tossed his phone back on his bed, picking up the shitty documents inside the folder.
he ripped them up, dropping the shredded paper into the toliet bowl, flushing it down the pipes.
fuck it. he still had a month and a half left with you, whether his shitty pr team liked it or not.
“good morning, grumpy pants. you’re looking soft and cuddly this morning,” you smiled at a sulking bakugo standing in the kitchen as you slid out of your bedroom.
“it’s almost noon,” he grumbled, pushing a plate of eggs and rice across the bar.
“i was tired,” you shrugged, nibbling on a cold chunk of scrambled egg. “can you microwave this for like a minute?” bakugo gave you the strangest look. “why are you looking at me like that? it’s cold.”
“if you woke up at a reasonable time, it would have been warm.” bakugo crossed his arms over his chest, wearing his typical black tshirt and pants. “i don’t have a microwave, shitters cause cancer.”
you rolled your eyes, “jesus, you are such an old man. microwaves are safe, i’ve been using them my whole life.”
he raised a blond eyebrow, “maybe that explains the college dropout thing.”
your jaw dropped, “that was so mean! i dropped out because i was broke and they were going to kick me out if i couldn’t pay, not because i’m stupid.” you pouted, shoving his plate of food back towards him. “i think i liked it better when you ignored me.”
the corner of his mouth ticked up. goddamn his stupidly cute little smile. “sure.” bakugo slid the food of your plate into a pan, placing it back atop the stove. his back was to you, his massive shoulders blocking the entire stove hood vent from view.
“anything exciting in the paper today?” you ask, reaching for it across the countertop. “i would read it, but i can’t read. dropped out of college, remember?” you heard bakugo’s scoff smirk and smiled. “anything about me?”
he turned back around, sliding the pile of steaming rice back onto your plate. “i think they’ve forgotten all about your college scandal, princess.”
you took a bite of the food, nearly burning your mouth. “mmmmnghff, ‘eally? il yam uz ight” bakugo waited for you to swallow and translate. “i said “dylan was right.” he told me the whole thing would blow over soon. now i just have to take care of my address leak.”
bakugo leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. you hated that his arms looked so good when he did that. “i called a security company this morning, they can install a system by wednesday.”
your eyes widened, “thank you, katsuki. i appreciate that.”
he nodded. “you’ll be staying with me until it’s set up.”
“what?” you frowned, “i have work tomorrow. all my stuff is in my apartment, my clothes, my-“
“i packed you clothes.”
“you packed me a mini dress and pig slippers, bakugo.”
he looked at you, his pretty face completely neutral, “yeah, that’s what you wear.”
you couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing. “oh my god, katsuki. you’re too cute.” the look on his face told you he didn’t understand what you thought was so funny. you gestured to the clothes you were still wearing from the day before, your long sleeve bakery shirt and jeans.
he scoffed, “fine. we can stop by your apartment and pick up a few things.”
you cocked your head, “and you’re going to take me to work tomorrow morning?”
he nodded, “it’s on the way to the agency.”
you shrugged, “okay. thank you for breakfast.”
bakugo took your empty plate, dumping it in the sink. “i am taking you somewhere tonight.”
“you’re taking me somewhere? where?”
“secret.”
you raised an eyebrow, “it’s a surprise?” bakugo nodded. “is there a dress code?” you frowned, “will there be paparazzi?”
he shook his head, “no, you’ll be fine.”
you sighed out of relief. “i’m excited. will you tell me where we’re going? have i been there before?”
bakugo grunted, pushing himself off the counter, “i’m not telling you.”
“is it like a date or…? don’t walk away from me! are you taking me on a super secret surprise date, bakugo katsuki?” you giggled as he slammed his bedroom door in your face. “are you sure all might didn’t put you up to this?” you yelled through his door.
“shut up.”
you laughed, walking the few steps over to the bedroom that’d be yours for a bit longer than expected.
“we have to leave in an hour,” bakugo said, plopping down on the only chair in your entire apartment.
“i’ll hurry,” you promised, slipping into your bedroom. your first stop was the shower and you couldn’t forget to pack your nice soaps for your brief stay at hotel bakugo.
you had made sure you packed the black dress bakugo had picked out so you could change into it after your shower. bakugo was wearing a dress shirt, so you figured you had to be going somewhere nice.
by the time you were dressed, your backpack was full of soap and clothes and your laptop and the cook book you were stealing recipes from.
“okay, i’m ready with fifteen minutes to spare. i just need to put on my shoes,” you stepped out of your bedroom.
bakugo was leafing through the books scattered on your kitchen counter. fashion magazines were haphazardly spread out next to week old cups of tea and empty plates, a cookbook was opened to a croissant recipe, a newspaper with bakugo on the front had a crusty bowl of oatmeal covering up the best part of his costume, your favorite smut series was stacked against the wall.
“god, that’s embarrassing,” you mumbled to yourself, balancing on one leg while you buckled your platform sandal.
bakugo turned to you, the sinking sun catching on his hair, making it look like spun gold. he was so gorgeous it made you sick.
you stood up, passing him your backpack bursting at the seams. “how do i look?” you asked, doing a tiny spin before looking back at him over the open back of the dress.
“like you’re going to complain about being cold,” he grumbled, leaning against your kitchen wall. bakugo held out the jacket tucked under his arm.
you narrowed your eyes, but took the jacket, slipping into it. his big black zip up probably ruined your adorable little black dress, but bakugo was right. you would have complained about being cold the minute you stepped outside.
bakugo slid the backpack over his shoulder, heading for the front door.
“oh, wait,” you stopped, “i left something. i’ll be right back.” bakugo sighed, but you ignored him, heading back for your bedroom.
you pulled out the trunk from under your bed, opening it up to what you knew would be laying neatly on top.
you pulled the limited edition rookie hero card still in its protective sleeve from its prized position atop the trunk and slid it into your sweatshirt pocket. you smiled to yourself as you kicked the trunk back under your bed and walked back to your front door.
“okay, i’m ready now.”
you locked your apartment door behind you and followed bakugo down the stairs and back out to his car.
“will you please tell me where we’re going?” you asked, pouting in the passenger seat of his sports car.
“no, stop asking,” he grumbled, eyes catching yours in the rear view mirror.
satisfied with his annoyance, you rubbed your thumb over the hero card hiding in your pocket, biting down on your smile.
“why are you smiling like that?” bakugo asked.
“it’s a secret,” you smiled wider, satisfied with yourself. bakugo grumbled something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch.
he was the same grumbly, grouchy boy you’d met 10 years ago on the side of the street after a villain attack, pissed off that you’d asked him to sign your rookie card you had spent hours looking through card packs to find. and you couldn’t help but smile at that.
next chapter!!
an// this is more a transitional chapter and i hate it and i am sorry but i hope that maybe you liked it and hopefully it made you smile, next part soon kiss kiss
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trexinspace · 11 months
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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: kiribaku - Relationship, kirishima/bakugou, eijiro kirisjima/katsuki bakugou, momijiro, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo Additional Tags: Dancing with the stars - Freeform, Fame, fame au, Actor AU, band au, Fake Dating, slowburn, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff, AU, no quirks, Bakugou is a dancer, kirishima is in a band, mina is a choreographer, kiribaku, bakushima, kirishima - Freeform, bakugou, ashido - Freeform, kaminari - Freeform, Hanta Sero - Freeform, celebrity, Celebrity AU, Actor - Freeform, Band, dancing with the stars au, Dancer AU, Jirou, Shall We Dance Summary:
Bakugou, one of the most famous actors in the world (and a professional dancer), and Kirishima, the guitarist of Japan's hottest band, end up competing as a duo for Shall We Dance? Kirishima makes it his job to break down Bakugou's walls, but are there some things that should just be left unspoken?
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redpandaramblings · 2 years
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Like Caramel For Chocolate- An Omega Bakugou x Alpha f!Reader fic. Part 10
Part 1 Here
Content Warning: Negative headspace, omegaverse, self deprecation, depressive thoughts, pushy parental figures, ambiguous omegaverse reproduction, unhealthy relationships, relationship that could be easily fixed if idiots would use their words and communicate, Shinso/Denki side relationship, Bakugou is a dumbass but so is y/n
Where we left off-
“Sorry about that.” Denki reached out and took Shinsou’s hand, giving it a squeeze. “Thanks for getting me out of there, partner.”
“Always.” Shinsou squeezed Denki’s hand back and let the quiet moment pass between them.
“Although…” Shinsou spoke again. “It seems congratulations are in order.”
Denki looked at Shinsou, confused. Shinsou nodded toward the small table next to Denki’s bed. Sitting on the table was a large, gaudy, engagement ring. Denki’s head whipped towards the purple haired alpha. Shinsou gave him a stern look and raised an eyebrow. Denki swallowed hard and sank lower in his bed. He was royally screwed.
Denki leaned back in the pillows, covering his eyes with his free hand.
“Oh, I’m feeling faint. Who are you? Who am I?”
Shinso squeezed his hand while huffing in exasperated amusement..
“Denks. Please.”
Denki winced.
“No way you’ll buy that?”
“Nope.”
The blond sighed, running a hand down his face.
“Alright…. Alright. Yeah. I’m engaged.”
Shinso’s grip on his hand tightened.
“Who?”
Denki shook his head.
“I’m not going to tell you that right now. I’d have to talk with them first. We weren’t planning on telling people yet.”
Shinso swallowed, fighting back the growl that was building in his throat. Denki, his Denki, had been keeping secrets from him. How long had this been going on? How had he not known? He had noticed Kaminari acting a little odd, but there had been no signs that he had been in a relationship, had there?
“Why the secrecy?” Shinso tried to keep the accusatory tone out of his voice, though he didn’t entirely succeed.
“It’s a little complicated. A lot complicated. Hell, it’s a fucking mess.” Denki groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I don’t know where to begin.”
“The beginning is generally a good place to start.”
Denki lifted his arm so he could glare at the purple haired man beside him. Shinso quirked an eyebrow at him. Denki sighed again, and pulled his hand from Shinso’s so he could fidget with his own fingers.
“There isn’t really a clear beginning, that’s kinda the problem. We’ve known each other for a long time. Been friends with each other since school, but never really been romantic. But their family has been pushing them to get married and mated, and mine has been pushing me to do the same, and we ended up on a marriage date together, and…” Denki flailed his arms in the air. “It just happened. We love each other as friends, and we’re both tired of our attempts at relationships going nowhere and so we thought maybe… Maybe friendship could be enough to start with. And now we’re in this neck deep and are going through with this. Like we have a place picked out and everything and in some ways it feels good because for the first time in a long time something is actually happening but it also hurts like hell because it’s not what I imagined, but they get me and I get them but I hate letting go but I have to because I can’t keep waiting on someone who is just not fucking interested, and…”
Kaminari talked faster and faster, staring at nothing. His scent was rapidly taking on an acrid distressed quality. Shinso frowned, recapturing Denki’s hand.
“Hey. Hey, it’s okay. Slow down. Breathe Denks.”
The omega clamped his mouth shut, nodding as he took a few shaky, shuddering breaths. Shinso gently stroked the scent gland on Denki’s wrist as he sorted through the info his friend had just dropped on him.
“So let me see if I got this right. You have someone you wanted to court, and the idiot isn’t interested?”
Denki barked a laugh and nodded.
“And so you agreed to go on a marriage date and it turned out to be someone you know. Which means it’s someone I know.”
Denki winced as he nodded again.
“And this alpha is having relationship issues of their own.”
“Something like that,” Denki mumbled.
“And so you two brilliant individuals decided to just get fucking married because it… seemed easier?”
Denki tried and failed to pull his hand from Shinso’s grip. “Well now it sounds stupid when you say it.”
“Denks, there’s running away from your problems, and then there’s whatever the hell you’re doing with this.”
“I get that. I do but… God, I’m just so tired, Shinso. I want a house and a mate and pups and love. And I’ve waited and waited, and you just won’t notice me that way.”
Shinso looked up, gripping Denki’s hand tightly. “Wait. Me?”
Denki closed his eyes, sighing in resignation. “Yes you, you block headed alpha. It’s always been you, but I know you’re not interested in me that way, so this is me moving on. Maybe not in the healthiest way, but I think it will work out.”
“What do you mean, not interested?”
Denki cracked his eyes open and saw Shinsou looking at him with an expression that would be better suited on a beagle puppy. Tilted head, wide confused eyes. Denki stared back, his own confusion clear on his face.
“You’re… Not interested. Like, very clearly not interested. I’ve been all but bending over and presenting for you during the hero commission ball, and you don’t respond. I asked you to spend my heat with me and you refused. I got the message after that.”
Shinso was shaking his head slowly. “No… No. I mean, you were just friendly. You’re touchy feely with everyone. You’re always holding hands, or cuddling up on movie nights. I mean, you’ve treated me like you have since high school.”
Kaminari leveled him with a look. It hit Shinso like a ton of bricks.
“Oh. Oh fuck. Denks…”
The omega’s lip twitched up in a sardonic smile. “Pathetic, right?”
“No, absolutely not! Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
Shinsou reached out and cupped Denki’s cheek. The omega leaned into the touch, before pulling away.
“Wait. Wait. Seriously? You never figured it out, and they call me the dense one? What, you just thought I was inviting you to share my heat as a bro thing?”
Shinsou flushed bright red. “I mean… I didn’t want to assume.”
“Didn’t want to assume that yes, I wanted your cock up my ass on a regular basis?”
“Denki Kaminari!” Shinsou yelped while Denki laughed. Shinsou didn’t have the heart to glare though. He loved when his omega laughed, even if it was at his expense. He waited until Denki had settled down some.
“Honestly,” Shinsou murmured, “I thought I wouldn’t be able to control myself. I didn’t think I would be able to keep myself from bonding with you, and I’d never want to force you into something like that. Because… Because I love you, Denks. Loved you for a long time, and I’m so sorry I’ve made you wait so long to hear it.”
Denki stared up at the flushing alpha with wide, sparkling eyes. Shinsou was holding his breath, anxiously waiting for what the blond would say. After a moment, Denki spoke.
“I should be angry with you. I should be absolutely furious.”
Shinsou hung his head, his hair covering his eyes. Which is probably why he was surprised by Denki grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him down for a long overdue kiss.
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“And so, that’s what happened.” Denki said while turning his coffee cup in his hands. Y/N sat across from him, a look of fond amusement on her face.
“Only you, Pikachu. Though good on Shinsou and you for finally doing it. Only took you a decade or so.”
“Shut up!” Denki smiled, a blush turning his cheeks red as Y/N laughed. He was smiling though. It was clear to anyone looking at him that he was absolutely glowing with delight.
“And if I’m judging that very fashionable fashion collar correctly, he didn’t waste any time going Dracula on you, did he?”
“Oh my god, shut up!” Denki covered his scarlet face with both his hands, but he was smiling and laughing. “He maybe, kinda, was really jealous about the whole engagement thing? Just a little?”
“I’m not fighting him for you. He can have you.”
Denki gave an exaggerated gasp. “Have you no pride as an alpha? Or maybe this is just how little you care for me?”
“Or maybe I don’t want a possessive pro hero coming for my weak little teacher neck.”
Kaminari laughed. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair.”
You both slipped into a companionable silence and enjoyed your drinks. Eventually you put your glass down with a sigh.
“Unfortunately, we’re still kinda screwed, Denks.”
“More than just kinda.” Denki said with an eyebrow wiggle. You kicked him under the table.
“Seriously, though. I’m happy Shinsou got his head out of his ass, but that doesn’t exactly change the fact you’ve already accepted the job transfer. And somehow I don’t think the living arrangement we had planned is going to fly anymore. I know you didn’t tell Shinsou it was me, but he’s not dumb. You and I move into a cozy little house somewhere, he’s gonna figure it out quick, and that is not how I wanna die.”
Denki puffed out his cheeks with an exhale. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to figure that out. I could probably get out of it if I pulled the newly bonded Omega card. It would be a media circus for a while, though. My rep would take a little bit of a hit for a few years.”
You considered. “You know… You could just ask Hitoshi to come with you.”
“What?”
“Think about it.” You gestured vaguely. “You need to go, you’ve already accepted. If you go back on that, the media is going to rake you over the coals. If you go alone, you’ll just be miserable. If you go with me, that will be all kinds of awkward now. So, why don’t you don’t with Shinsou?”
“I mean.. I just… Isn’t it too soon?”
You stared pointedly at his neck, where the collar he wore wasn’t quite enough to completely hide the fresh bond mark. He chuckled and rubbed at the mark shyly.
“Point taken. I… I guess it couldn’t hurt to ask. I feel bad about backing out of this with you though.” You reached across the table and made a gimme motion until Denki put his hand in yours.
“Denki Kaminari. You are an absolutely amazing omega, and my very dear friend. I think we could have been good together. But what I want the most is for you to be happy with the alpha that makes you happy. You deserve the world, Denks.”
“Well, so do you.”
You smiled at each other, still holding hands and just basking in the comfort of each other’s presence. That is until a pair of fists slammed down onto the table with enough force to upset the cups sitting there. You jolted in shock as you looked up to meet a pair of angry, ruby red eyes.
Hello, dearhearts. So sorry this part took so long to get out to you all. Here we are though, hurtling to the finish line! There's just one part and maybe an epilogue left. Sorry Bakugou doesn't feature much in this part, but as you can probably guess, he's going to be in all of the next one. So, hopefully see you soon for the thrilling conclusion!
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Fanfic headcanons: Crack Turned Serious Bakuneta Fake Dating! AU
wait- wAiT- just- just hear me out-
BAKUNETA FAKE DATING AU-
 WITH PAST KIRIBAKU AND DEKUNETA
CUE THE SEXUAL AND ROMANTIC TENSION- BAKUNETA SLOWLY FALLING FOR EACH OTHER-
THEM HAVING TO DO ANYTHING TOGETHER- 
AND MY DUMB ASS DAYDREAMED OF THEM AGREEING TO FAKE DATE WITH CONDITIONS, AND MINETA’S CONDITION IS THAT BAKUGOU  BUY HIM HERO FIGURINES OR HERO MERCH, AND BAKUGOU RELUCTANTLY BROUGHT MINETA ALONG HIS WEEKLY OR MONTHLY HERO MERCH RAID- 
AND MINETA SAT IN THE BABY CHAIR OF THE CART, MAKING BANTER AS THEY SHOP- THEN OUTRIGHT FLIRTING AND BAKUGOU ASTOUNDED, YET SEEING THAT AS A CHALLENGE, FLIRTED BACK- LIKE IMAGINE ENEMIES TO LOVERS BANTER-
 AND ONE RANDOM CIVILIAN JUST GOING TO GET A HERO FIGURINE FROM WHERE BAKUNETA IS, SEEING THEIR INTERACTION, PROMPTLY SAYING SORRY FOR INTERRUPTING, AND BAKUNETA LOOKED AT THE MAN AS HE LITERALLY FLEES THE SCENE, THEN AT EACH OTHER, AND THEN LAUGHING AND SAYING “THAT WAS FUNNY! HAHAHAHA” “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” 
AND BAKUGOU SUDDENLY LOOKING AT MINETA’S LAUGHING FRAME, EYEING HIM SILENTLY, AND THEN MINETA WIPING THE TEARS OF HIS EYES DUE TO LAUGHTER, SUDDENLY NOTICED BAKUGOU’S QUIETNESS AND SAID, “KATSUKI? WHAT’S UP? YOU’RE SUDDENLY QUIET.” BAKUGOU WAKING UP FROM HIS STUPPER SAID, “WHAT ELSE IS ON YOUR LIST? GET READY!” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN, KATSUUUU-KI!!!!” THEN BAKUGOU PUSHES THE CART FORWARD SUDDENLY, WITH MINETA LAUGHING AND SCREAMING AS HE DOES SO- AHHHHHH-THEN DEKU AND KIRI SEEING THE TWO DATE, BEING HEARTBROKEN AND SAD AND A TAD JEALOUS-
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and you crashed into my life (please won't you stay by my side)
asthmaticbee
Summary:
Izuku never gets One For All, and never goes to UA. Away from Bakugou, he finds that most people don’t care about his Quirklessness as much, and actually makes friends in his class.
This, however, gives rise to a new problem - namely lots of confessions to the sweet and smart boy. In his attempts to make them stop, he lies that he’s dating UA star Todoroki Shouto, certain the lie will never come to light.
Sucks that Shouto stops a villain attack on his school while interning with Endeavor. Trying to keep up the lie Izuku takes Shouto aside and asks him to play along for his classmates.
He doesn’t expect Shouto to come back to his school and keep up the act.
Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Relationships:
Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto Bakugou Katsuki/Consequences - Relationship
Characters:
Minor Original Characters - Character Midoriya Izuku Midoriya Inko Todoroki Shouto Yagi Toshinori | All Might Background & Cameo Characters
Additional Tags:
Fake/Pretend Relationship Romantic Comedy Quirkless Midoriya Izuku Gay Disaster Midoriya Izuku Gay Disaster Todoroki Shouto Miscommunication Todoroki Shouto is a Dork Inspired by Twitter Gift Fic no beta we die like Izuku's poor gay heart author plays fast and loose with the LOV because this isn't about them Strangers to Fake Boyfriends to Friends to Actual Boyfriends
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2022-08-02 Updated: 2022-08-23 Words: 5755 Chapters: 4/16
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