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𝟐𝟎 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
✨When you read each other's minds
Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, bakugou's birthday series 2023
Bakugou and you play a game to see how well you know each other. You both are really good at it.
"No."
"Come on Bakugou! It'll be fun-"
"No."
"Bakugou, it's just a game to who knows each other best!" Kirishima expresses, patting him on his back. "Please?"
Bakugou slams his cup on the kitchen counter, whipping to Kirishima with a nasty scowl. "I know what you're tryna pull, Shitty Hair." He spits, "You want me to play a couples activity. With Sunshine, right?'
Kirishima stiffens.
Bakugou sighs, running a hand down his face. There was no point in trying to hide it anymore. From the Quirk accident the other day to everything in between, Bakugou knows that he can't keep running from his feelings forever.
What's stopping him, though?
"Listen," He says, tearing his eyes from Kirishima. "I don't know what Dunce Face told you, or what you're speculating, but I'll do...whatever the hell I'm doing at my own fucking pace." He fills his cup with boiling hot water, going through the motions to make a hot cup of chocolate.
"Who put you up to this?" Bakugou asks exasperatedly, still not looking at Kirishima in the eye.
Kirishima scratches his head sheepishly. "Mina."
Bakugou rolls his eyes. Why isn't he fucking surprised? "Whatever. Tell her to fuck off about this lovey-dovey bullshit and to leave me alone-"
"Ashido!"
Your groan interrupts Bakugou's rant, making both him and Kirishima's attention diverted to the living room where you were, sitting so innocently on the couch while being completely oblivious as to what Mina was planning.
Bakugou's heart drops when he hears you say, "What do you want to do tonight?"
It plunges further when he sees almost all of Class 2-A gathered down in the living room, all ready to participate in one way or another for Ashido's game.
"What the fuck."
Kirishima seizes his opportunity. "If you leave, I think she said something about pairing L/N with Denki," he says thoughtfully. "They have a lot in common, after all."
Bakugou snarls at Kirishima, who smiles back innocently.
God dammit.
--
"Seriously, fuck all of y'all."
Bakugou grits his teeth and sits on the single vacant armchair. He avoids your gaze and ignores Kirishima's blatant high-five with Mina somewhere in his peripheral vision.
Let's just get this over and done with.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Mina announces, looking more excited than necessary. "You all know the rules! We even made a list of questions for the game! The judges will ask one person of each pair the question and the other has to write down their own the answer. If both people in the pair have the same answer they get a point! Whichever couple gets the most right wins!"
Bakugou quirks an eyebrow. "Couple?"
You, on the other hand, look like it's slowly dawning on you what kind of game you're playing. And at this point, it's too late to back out. Your face morphs from realisation to a full-body panic attack, and Katsuki can't blame you because that's exactly how he feels too.
"Fine, best friends, if you will, Blasty." Mina relents. "First team is Kirishima and me! The second team is Midoriya and Uraraka and the third team is Bakugou and Y/n! Todoroki and Momo will judge and the rest will be spectators. Any questions?"
Bakugou has many questions. But he keeps his mouth ironed shut and just manoeuvres himself to plop down on the arm of the chair you were sitting on. "We doing this or what?" He snaps.
Todoroki raises an eyebrow.
Mina has that weird glint in her eye.
And Mineta is busy cursing in all kinds of different languages.
Bakugou turns to you and you get the hint, cooling the blush on your cheeks as you slide over for him to sit down.
"Yeah. Let's do this."
--
First question:
"Where does your partner prefer hanging out when they are free?" Momo says, reading aloud.
Bakugou smirks to himself as he sits facing you, scrawling out the answer on the board while Midoriya bites his lip harshly.
He didn't expect it to be this easy.
"Oh! I usually just chill out in the living room! You know, to hang out with friends." Ochaco says, scratching her head. Midoriya flips his board over and smiles sheepishly at her. "Sorry! I just, um, I didn't really know so I put your dorm room." He looks at Todoroki hopefully, who shakes his head. "Sorry, Midoriya. Too specific."
"I go to the mall!" Mina exclaims excitedly, but her face falls when Kirishima flips his board nervously with the words: Dorm, written messily on it. "We haven't really had much free time until recently!" Kirishima protests as Momo awards them with zero points.
"What about you, L/n?" Sero asks. All attention falls on both of you as you stutter out your answer. "There's, um, a green patch right outside Baku-I mean the dorms. It's near the forested area surrounding the premise of the school." Bakugou grins, whirling his board around that said: green patch surrounded by tall ass trees.
"I can't believe Blasty actually remember something like that..." Denki says in disbelief as Todoroki awarded a point to their team. "Course I'd remember. Who do you take me for, hah?" Bakugou lashes back.
It's right outside my balcony, after all.
This goes on like this with some back and forth from the other pairs, but you and Bakugou somehow kept syncing answers even after Todoroki and Momo dialled the difficulty up for the both of you.
What's your favourite colour? Easy. It's red. He doesn't why, even though you give a vague description he can tell is an excuse. You can't help but flash a glance at Bakugou's brilliant red eyes at the question. You bite your lip.
Yeah, it's red, alright.
What's Bakugou's favourite pastime? You shake your head, smile returning. "Sleeping," You reply with ease, matching Bakugou's board without hesitation.
"On a scale of one to ten, how much you do you trust Bakugou?"
Bakugou scoffs. These questions were even more stupid than he thought. "100." you reply nonchalantly, stealing his mug of hot cocoa.
Bakugou lets you.
He flips the board over and the number one hundred sits there innocently, with no eraser marks in sight.
It was the last question that stumps Bakugou.
"What do you like about your partner?" Bakugou wants to strangle Todoroki.
He takes in a deep breath, and glances at you. You were making such a conflicted face that it almost makes Bakugou laugh. He doesn't, though.
What does he like about you?
He thinks and thinks but there are just too many possible answers. That's when one quality tumbles to the front of his mind. It's a reply that crawls its way into Bakugou's mind's driver's seat, and it's not one that Bakugou likes. However, no matter how much he tries to dismiss it, it stays.
You've gotten everything correct at this point, and doing this might screw that up, but he sure as hell isn't gonna lie in front of the entire class just so he can win a perfect score with you. He scrawls out his word and waits for you to answer.
Uraraka guesses correctly, that that damn nerd likes her positivity, which just melts the cinnamon rolls into a blushing mess. Mina guesses correctly that Kirishima likes her compassion towards everyone.
Kirishima further turns into a stuttering mess when she hugs him tightly because, Bakugou can tell, there are some unsaid words flying over their heads that only the both of the can interpret.
All eyes land on you two again. "I-uh-I don't know." You laugh self-deprecatingly. "Maybe my skills at hand-to-hand combat? We spar a lot outside of training." You add quickly, flushing "Either that or it's nothing."
The audience was not impressed. Bakugou shakes his head, staring directly into your eyes. "You're a moron." He utters, flipping his board around. There's only one word:
Everything.
You stare at Bakugou.
Bakugou stares at you.
Fucking hell, he just made it weird, didn't he?
"No points," Todoroki interrupts, "But you guys still win. Congratulations. Here, have a mint."
His hot chocolate is cold now, having been sitting out for way too long. The cup's almost empty now, he realises because you had been drinking from it too.
Your heart is pounding as loudly as the pitter patter of the rain outside as heat rises to your cheeks.
There's one last eye lock before the both of you avert your eyes.
You don't talk to him for the rest of the night.
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Birthday Breakfast
Birthday Breakfast
by CurlyStar09
Day 4 - Happy Birthday Bakugou!
Bakugou wakes up to a surprise on his birthday.
Words: 907, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of KIRIBAKU WEEK 2023, Part 3 of Codominance
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Own Characters - Krbk Babies
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Married Couple, Married Life, Parent Bakugou Katsuki, Parent Kirishima Eijirou, Akio Kirishima, Katsumi Kirishima, Happy Birthday Bakugou Katsuki, Kiribaku week 2023, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Characters Are Pro Heroes, no beta we die like sir night eye
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46616032
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Palpitations
Palpitations
by FictionAuthorofFiction
At twenty-five, Midoriya Izuku is more spiteful than ever before, and finally ready to give Bakugou a birthday gift like no other.
April 5
Words: 1161, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 5 of Word of the Day 2023 April
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: Gen
Characters: Midoriya Izuku
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Inko
Additional Tags: Quirkless People with Extra Toe Joints Wear Custom Sneakers | Red Shoe Theory, Adult Midoriya Izuku, Neglectful Midoriya Inko, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Analyst Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47368927
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What a wonderful day ( to be in the aquarium... with you)
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by ClTRlN3
Upon spotting one of the fishes which had reminded him of someone all too familiar, Kirishima perked up, turning to that certain someone with much glee. "Hey, that fish over there looks a bit like you."
"Hah, the fuck?" Bakugou spat out in a tone filled with much offense. "I don't look like a shitty damn puffer fish."
"Yes, you do." Kirishima countered, pointing at the fish insistently. "See, it looks as explosive as you, and it even looks just as cute as-"
or:
For Kirishima's seventeenth birthday, his best friend and crush decided to take him out on a day to hangout at the aquarium.
Words: 1076, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 2 of Eijiroctober 2023
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Mutual Pining, Aquariums, Bakugou Katsuki is Whipped, Fluff, Pre-Relationship, Birthday Fluff, Birthday
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𝐇𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮
✨When he comes back to the dorms late
Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, angst, bakugou's birthday series 2023
Bakugou isn't blind. He knows what date it is tomorrow
He doesn’t need you.
Bakugou aims another shot at a villain, gritting his teeth as he lets out a controlled explosion from the palm of his hands.
He doesn’t need you.
The more he says it, the more it becomes true.
He can cook better than anyone in his class. He can train and study without assistance. He’s on track to become a hero that surpasses All Might and there’s no way he’s going to let Damn Deku run ahead of him for long.
Bakugou doesn’t need you.
“That’s right,” He growls out at the cowering villain. “Don’t make me blast you to ashes. You and I both know I’ll do it.”
Best Jeanist’s team apprehend the jewellery robber not so long after.
“Let’s go,” He murmurs, walking away only to feel a tug back by the fibres of his garments.
“Not so fast.” The pro hero voiced.
Bakugou yanks himself out of Best Jeanist’s grasp, whipping around to glare at him.
“What the hell-?”
“It’s already past 9.00pm. I have granted your poorly thought out wish of staying on past working hours, but now I have to insist that you go home now.”
The blond growls at the Fiber Master quirk wielder. This bullshit again?
“ ’m fine.” Bakugou says flatly, adjusting his mask. “I ain’t making any mistakes, aren’t I? Stop fucking worrying.”
Best Jeanist shakes his head “Language,” He reminds gently, completely unfazed. “But I cannot allow this any longer. You have school tomorrow, and it is crucial that you have sufficient rest for your studies as well.”
Bakugou can’t help but scoff bitterly. Just a few weeks ago, he was telling Shitty Hair off for his lack of self disapline and poor sleeping schedule. Now look at him. He’s rearranging his entire fucking body clock to avoid seeing your captivating eyes and health-threatening smiles.
Your words echo of in his mind again.
“I don’t want a partner now.”
Fuck you.
He likes you, a hella lot, but he knows he shouldn’t persue you.
He’s developed feelings for you, but he knows shouldn’t be rash.
Fuck, even he doesn’t want a partner now.
But he wants you. What was so wrong with that?
All he wants to do is get you out of his mind so he can move on but-
“Don’t leave me behind,”
“Suit looks good on you too,”
“You mean a lot to me, Bakugou.”
He grits his teeth, shaking his head. There’s no getting you out of his head.
“Something is clearly bothering you.” Best Jeanist notes. “Head back to the agency and grab your things. You are dismissed for today.”
Bakugou’s heart leaps at the thought of going back to the dorms. “But-”
“You are dismissed,” Best Jeanist repeats, eyes narrowing. “Don’t make me repeat it thrice.”
For once, Bakugou’s feet move before his mouth.
--
So there goes his plan to camp out at his work agency. He was hoping to kill a little more time before crashing at the dorms, but Best Jeanist was right. It was late, and he was dead on his feet.
He pauses in front of the door of the dorms, hand raised. He’s not brain dead, he knows what day it is tomorrow.
Knowing you, you were probably planning his birthday out right now with those extras he guess he can call his friends. That’s just how you were.
Bakugou lets out a small grunt, rolling his eyes. Like he cares, he convinces himself.
He doesn’t need you.
The door opens to interrupt your sentence. “Look, Blasty’s finally home!” Mina squeals before the conversation freezes. Taking her lead, Kirishima continues.
“Yeah, man. Why are you home so late?” Bakugou only let’s out a tired noise as he marches his way to the lift.
“I’m going to bed." He deflects. "You should too, if you don’t want to fuck yourself over tomorrow morning.”
Somehow, you had decided that was the right moment to greet him.
“Welcome back, Bakugou.” You smile, “How was work?”
Oh, fuck everything he said.
He might not need you, but he yearns for you. So, so much.
At that moment, Bakugou can't help but imagine you doing that for someone else. He imagines you wishing someone good morning and checking up on them when they return home. You would smile softly with those pretty eyes of yours and listen to them with an attentive gaze, just like you always do for him.
No, no, no, stop he doesn't want that.
"It was good," He responds a little too eagerly. "I fought 3 v 1 for one of the battles. Those losers didn't stand a chance."
"That's amazing, Bakugou!" You breathe, and Bakugou squints a little because even though it's pitch black outside, your smile is just so bright.
His heart swells with pride, before he throws his jacket over his shoulder and plucks another cherry blossom out of his hair. "Thanks, Sunshine," he mutters, watching the lift door open as his heart cracks a little.
He can't have you.
Not now.
" Remember," He says, voice picking up volume. "Not too late, Sunshine."
Bakugou doesn't know if he's talking to you or himself.
--
You watch the door click shut, before letting a sigh of relief escape from your lips. "Thanks, Mina," You grin at the self-proclaimed Bakusquad, knowing smiles all plastered across their faces.
"So, about Bakugou's birthday..."
He seems...off, you think absentmindedly. That's how Bakugou has been for a day now. He's not ignoring you, but he seems quieter now.
And quiet was almost never a good sign for the constipated Pomeranian. You'll have to check up on him tomorrow.
But for now, you have a birthday party to plan and a gift to wrap.
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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐭
✨Quirk accident
Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, fluff, bakugou's birthday series 2023
Bakugou and you get hit with an attachment quirk.
“So you’re telling me…” Bakugou growls, hand clenching yours. “We’re stuck like this.”
You don’t like Quirk accidents. Sure, you haven’t been in one, but you’ve heard plenty of stories of the sheer mayhem it could cause if the Quirk accidents weren’t handled properly.
Your Thursday that day had been used as a hands-on internship at your respective agencies because of a villain from the Hero Gala attack running around chaotically while setting things on fire.
There are two things that happened today:
Number 1: Bakugou and you caught the villain.
Number 2: The villain got you with his Quirk.
After a long, drawn-out interrogation that only ended around noon, Bakugou and you learnt the following.
The asshole’s Quirk was called “Attachment”, and meant that Bakugou and you had to spend your next 24 hours in each other’s presence. Sharing skin contact, as the villain explained weakly, was also needed in order to prevent both of you from suffering from panic attacks.
Your face heats up in utter embarrassment.
How cliche.
Aizawa takes one look at the both of you and declares the both of you as excused from your respective internships, before ordering you to shift all your necessary items into the living room. That was going to be the makeshift arrangement for this one night until the Quirk wears off.
Your homeroom teacher dismisses you with a tired yawn, and that’s when you’re shipped off back to the dorms with no one but yourselves to keep you occupied.
“This is stupid,” Bakugou snarls. “No way I’m sitting around here all day. You up for some hand-to-hand combat?”
Your heart jumps at the idea of normalcy, making you nod your head vigorously. “Let’s.”
The both of you make do with this. You change inside the bathroom while Bakugou stands with his back facing the door, and the physical combat checks out the villain’s lame Quirk criterias.
“Your kick is too low!” Bakugou yells at you while blocking your hit with his arm. “I know you can do better than that, Sunshine! Don’t start going fucking easy on me now!”
“It’s on,” You deadpan, landing a counterattack on his shoulder. “Don’t start getting all cocky, got it Bakugou?”
“Like hell, I will!”
That activity occupies you for a good few hours before you get back to the dorms.
After you’ve showered and gotten fully clothed, Bakugou and you try to complete homework. It’s obnoxiously subconscious, because that’s exactly when the Quirk starts to act up again.
You and Bakugou have a mutual, silent agreement to minimise as much physical contact as possible, and this Quirk had decided to derail your plan just for the fun of it.
Bakugou doesn’t like the idea of touching you. With his Quirk and the numerous number of people talking shit about how dangerous his Quirk is, he’s reframed from touching others ever since the dawn of middle school. He doesn’t want to hurt you, whether intentionally or not.
But even with all of this baggage, the pull towards you is too strong for him to ignore. He thought that just being there with each other would be enough to satisfy the Quirk, but apparently, he thought wrong. You look fidgety too, with the way you struggle on a math equation you can typically solve in your sleep.
Bakugou almost gives out when you stand up to walk towards the kitchen for a quick glass of water. It’s fucking stupid, that all it takes is 5 seconds without you and his hand is quivering aggressively with his breaths getting more laboured with the next. “Idiot,” He grits out, trying to ignore the anxiety that pools in his chest.
It only gets worse.
Unable to bear it any longer, Bakugou stumbles to his feet, staggering to where you headed without him.
He glares at the sight he sees when he rounds the corner. You’re stabilising yourself against a table, two quivering hands supporting your entire body was you take long, deliberate breaths.
“Dumbass,” He rasps, causing your head to shoot up to face him. The pull towards you is better now that you’re in closer proximity, but it’s not enough.
Those words echo off the walls of his brain.
Not enough.
He’s walking over to you, but it doesn’t do much to calm the storm of fear-stricken thoughts in him.
Not enough.
He takes one look at your face and grimaces. You’re having a hard time as well.
NOT ENOUGH.
Bakugou caves. “Give me your fucking hand,” He grits out, shoving his hand towards you. You don’t even think twice.
Your fingers intertwine as both of you take sharp inhales of relief, the haunting fear dissipating immediately the moment you make contact. “Never do that again,” Bakugou says, yanking a glass off the counter with you in tow, filling the cup up with water with one hand. “What were you thinking?”
“I didn’t want to bother you,” You reply, taking the glass from him, looking embarrassed. “Sorry.”
Bakugou clicks his tongue. You’re such a Dumbass sometimes. Red eyes flickering to your joint hands, and Bakugou swallows back his initial annoyance.
“Let’s just go back.” Bakugou settles on, dragging you to the living room where your study materials. He tries to ignore the feeling of your hand in his, tries to think of anything to keep his brain from spiralling into the direction he refuses to acknowledge.
Your hand is a perfect fit in his, like it was made to be there.
You hold hands like that the entire time you’re doing homework.
It's quiet and incredibly awkward at first, but soon you and Bakugou learn to ignore it, and soon conversations start up again with a lot more life than before.
You remember that day vividly. The hand holding, the constant contact, the innocence behind it because Bakugou never overstepped boundaries with you. He needed the contact just as much as you did, and instead of getting all handsy, he opted for the most innocent form of touch.
You remember falling asleep on the couch with his hand in yours long before your classmates arrive home. It was the evening, and you both are drained from every goddamn eventful thing that happened so far over the month of April. Cherry blossoms symbolise change, and oh, boy, did it symbolise how far gone you were when it came to your crush on the blond Boom Boom Man.
His birthday was coming up, and you still hadn’t planned out your gift for him. You glare at your phone as you and Bakugou sit there in a somewhat comfortable position, with his arm resting on the couch and your hand lying on his. You can feel your eyelids start to close, and with how exhausted you were, you manage to drift off with success.
Bakugou glances over at you and sighs, tugging your phone away from your face and placing his away too. Just watching you snore peacefully is enough to get him yawning too. He lays down on his arm, head resting on the couch near your face. Fuck if he cares if his neck hurts tomorrow morning.
All that he could focus on now was how comfortingly warm your hand was, and how he wished that he didn’t need a Quirk accident to grasp it for the first time. He’d need to man up someday to spit out his feelings to you.
for the first time. He’d need to man up someday to spit out his feelings to you.
That day just…wasn’t today.
--
When you wake up the next day, it’s to half the fucking class gaping at you in unhinged surprise.
Bakugou and you have a lot of explaining to do.
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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭
✨When he takes care of you
Tags:fem!reader x bakugou, fluff, Bakugou's birthday series
You're fine now. Perfectly healed. So why is he standing in front of your door with a fist raised, about to knock your door as if you're what he needs the most?
Bakugou has felt fear course through his body before. As much as he would deny it, Bakugou understands the prickling feeling of intimidation.
He's felt it when he was attacked by that damn sludge villain, and he's felt it when he and that damn nerd went against the former Number 1 for his final exams last year.
But Bakugou has never expected to ever feel that like this.
The second his eyes landed on your body, he felt his heart drop like it weighed as heavy as a ten-pound bowling ball. Your face is bloodied, and you're unconscious, which just gives Bakugou another hefty dose of his most hated emotion. Fear.
It's foggy, but he remembered staggering to the ambulance that you were loaded on and calling out your name.
"Sunshine."
"Wake up."
"Stop fucking with me!"
He wasn't allowed on, but he sure as hell tried.
He barely even remembers getting healed, being sent back to the dorms, and forcing himself to sleep even though his body was exhausted. All he could think was how he last saw you, with blood leaking out of your wounds and staining that beautiful dress you wore that night.
It's not that bad.
Recovery Girl's voice rang through his head again as he snaps himself out of the memory, forcing himself to repeat it as he stopped in front of your bedroom door at U.A., debating if he should just scrap his cowardly attempt to check up on you.
As far as he knows, Recovery Girl had healed you successfully without a hitch, but it caused you to knock out for most of yesterday due to her Quirk.
With a hasty discharge today so that you could get right back to school tomorrow, Bakugou had decided to completely forgo your enter existence.
So what if you were injured?
You're fine now. Perfectly healed. You and Midoriya already have the whole class at your beck and call, willing to do anything for you if you're straining yourself too much. You don't need him, just like he doesn't need you.
Part of him laughs at his sorry excuse to patch up the hole in his heart that gapes wider at his words.
Liar.
Bakugou glares down hotly at the chicken soup he made, sitting so innocently on a tray with a warm glass of water in hand.
The image of your bloodied body flashes to his mind.
"Fuck it."
He knocks on your door impatiently, and when you do open the door, there's a surprised expression you give him when you see him standing outside with a tray in hand. "Bakugou-?"
"Move it, Sunshine. I brought you soup." He barges into your room and ignores your protests, slamming the tray down on your study table.
He scowls at your messy handwriting as you close the door. "The hell are you doing work now?" He snaps, watching you walk over to him. "You should be resting up for tomorrow, idiot."
"There's no time.", You groan, slumping down on your seat. "This homework is due tomorrow."
"Then ask for an extension!" Bakugou growls, shoving your worksheets into one vague pile of unfinished assignments. Pushing the tray in front of you, he confiscates your homework and folds his arms. "Drink this and go to bed."
"Bakugou, give those back!" You make a grab for your worksheets, but Bakugou just holds them higher.
"No."
"You're an asshole, you know that?" You grumble as Bakugou sits on a nearby beanbag, observing you.
You look...better. There're fewer eyebags under your eyes, your limbs are fully healed, and there wasn't even a scar from the attack. When he doesn't answer your retort, you simply huff and shift your focus on the soup he brought in.
One spoonful is enough to make you forget every insult you ever fired back at Bakugou. You take another bite.
Sure, he was an asshole, but he was an asshole that could cook.
Bakugou's mellowed out, for the most part. He asks how you're doing, talks to you and even clears your bowl out for you. Your heart warms at the thought of the blond cooking this for you in the kitchen, at the thought of him actually taking the time to come here and converse with you when he could have simply walked off.
But he stays. He listens to you describe your fight just as patiently as you did when he talked about his. He even helps you with one of your assignments, with lesser yelling than you would have expected.
This kind of conversation is almost non-existent between the two of you. It's quiet and soft, serene and peaceful with playful banter and muffled chuckles in between. You're so used to the loud yelling that this almost throws you off, but this is exactly what you need after all that happened.
When Bakugou does leave, it's because of the time. You expect a mocking insult, a teasing nickname too, but to your surprise, he does neither.
"Take care of yourself, Sunshine." There's no tease in his voice, not a drop of condescension present between his words. Oh god, there's that smile again.
The one he gave you when you wore that dress in that cramped fitting room. The one where it seems like his eyes get a little bit gentler when they land on you. The one that makes your heart flutter like your stomach was filled with butterflies.
"You too, Bakugou." You say back, allowing a smile.
The door closes with a click, and you exhale a loud sigh.
The soup he made for you burns at the back of your throat, and you wonder how out of the many dishes he could have prepared, Bakugou had cooked you your favourite comfort meal on the day you needed it most.
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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲
Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, bakugou's birthday series 2023
Update: This has been edited through and apologies for the first draft being crap
Finally.
Bakugou knows this is your doing.
The party streamers.
Sato’s delicious cake.
The fucking balloons.
All of these fine preparations had your name scrawled all over them. Heck, most of the class was downstairs today and it was all thanks to you.
Bakugou watches Kirishima with lazy eyes as he and Kaminari battled each other furiously with the Nintendo switches in the living room.
Mario Kart, he scoffs. How amusing.
So many things had happened over their first year, and given Shigaraki’s recent defeat, everyone was still in the celebratory mood. Hell, Deku, the literal savior of the world, had his eyes water with big, fat droplets when Bakugou decided to accept his present, resulting in more yelling that only made the party burst with life.
The waterworks weren’t ending anytime soon, because when the blond decided to thank the nerd, said nerd had morphed into a leaking fountain with wails of joy on the side.
Even with all that power coursing through his body, Izuku still retained his bawling from when he was a brat.
The cake Sato made was probably the best part.
Everyone had insisted on inserting 16 melting candles into the cake just so they could see him blow them out.
His friends are a bunch of saps.
He’s done this before. Set the table, insert candles, sing a song, make a wish and blow them out. Finally, as he cuts the cake while polite, muddy applause and cheers whoop around him, he officially becomes a year older. Despite his reservations, doesn’t really have a choice.
His wish has always been the same: to surpass All Might and to become a number 1 hero. This year, however, he decides to squeeze in one more.
I wish to be a hero who surpasses All Might and to be the number one hero, he recites in his brain as he glares down at the candles. They burn brightly, as if reacting to his fustration. Glancing up, Bakugou shoots you a look, glare dissolving in a way it always has whenever he looks at you.
And that maybe… sometime down the road…I’d get with that ray of Sunshine sitting over there.
–
He can’t fucking find you.
Bakugou growls as he rips off the party hat Mina had forced onto him, yelling as he hunts you down to every inch of the living room.
Part of him wants him to just leave. It’s late and there’s still school tomorrow, so he really should go but…
He needs to thank you.
Of course, out of all the people here, you, the person who planned it, were absent. You’ve done so much for him and the least he could do was thank you.
Katsuki Bakugou isn’t going to give in to his slumber just because he slept late the previous night.
He can afford to fix his fucked up sleep schedule tomorrow.
Next thing he knows, he finds himself stalking out of the dorms to leave his own goddamn party you planned out for him. The blond isn’t escaping.
He just…needs a breather. Yes, that’s it. He’s so physically, mentally and emotionally drained that it makes him wonder if he’s ever going to get over you.
If he’s ever going to be able to finally look at you in the eyes and admit, I don’t like you, straight in the face. If he’s ever going to let go of this stupid crush he has on you and focus on being the number one hero. He doesn’t need you after all, so why is he out here—?
“Why are you out here?” A new voice voiced, and internally Bakugou curses.
Ah, crap.
He knows who that is.
–
Your first thought was to question why Bakugou had come out here. It was past curfew and all of your classmates were in there too. But no. Instead, he had to come to your usual meet-up spot in the dead of the night on pure instinct.
Your second thought was to notice how good he looked. In the soft glow of the lights from the dorm rooms, he seemed almost soft if it weren’t for the fact that he had a crease in between his eyebrows and a scowl on his face. Clinging onto the present you wrapped mere seconds ago, you meet his eyes and voice your question.
“Why are you out here?”
Bakugou pauses, eyeing you for a second.
“Shit’s too noisy in there,” He says, shoving his hand in his pockets. “Mind if I join you?”
You tighten your grip on your clumsily wrapped gift. “Go ahead.”
There’s silence as the mat rustles noisily when he sits beside you.
Bakugou breaks the ice first. “You planned this shit, didn’t you,” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Damn Deku handled the people and you handled the rest, right?”
Sputtering in surprise, your back goes rigid. “How did you-?”
“I have eyes, moron.” He replies sharply, effectively shutting you up. His eyes soften. “And it’s because you’re you, Sunshine.” He mutters. “I know you. Only you would do this kinda thing for me. And maybe Deku, but that’s beside the point.”
You let out a huff, thanking God that he couldn’t see how red your face was. Now that it was a little less awkward, the atmosphere a little more lighter, you take in a deep breath and bring up your gift. “Right. This is for you,”
You gingerly plop it on his lap, facing him properly to gauge his reaction. Honestly, getting Bakugou a gift was as difficult as getting Shoto to get along with his dad. After careful consideration and a poorly drawn out flowchart that took you weeks (the day of the quirk accident was a major set back for you), you’d decided on the one with the least number of cons, and the most personal one.
This decision was made last night. You know that you aren’t exactly the best at meeting deadlines, but even for you this was cutting it close.
Bakugou gives you a quizzical stare, but shreds the wrapping paper off and gazes at your gift for one entire minute.
“You got me a photo album?”
He finally says, already making a move to open it. Inside, there’s a bunch of silly photos of the idiots, you and him.
Why are you so thoughtful, you cheery cinnamon roll?
You smile at him, face melting into relief as you flush red in embarrassment, watching him sift through the photos you picked out. You were trying not to get your hopes up because whatever reaction he had given was nowhere near concrete evidence if he liked it or not-
“This is amazing, Sunshine,” He interjects your thoughts with his own, flipping to one of the selfies you took while he accidentally photobombed you.
It was the first photo you both ever took ‘together’.
Well, there’s concrete evidence that Bakugou likes it. Oh boy, your heart was going to explode. Bakugou smirks a little as he skims it and slams it shut.
“I want part 2 next year.” He grins, tucking the black album between his arms as he reaches over to you.
Your breath hitches as he touches your hair.
What the hell was he thinking-
Cherry blossoms fall all around you and Bakugou swipes one out of your hair before you can even react. His hand lingers though.
“Flowers in your hair,” He grumbles, drawing his hand away.
He takes the warmth away with him.
“What you staring at me like that for, Dumbass?” He grunts, still looking over the flower he plucked out of your hair. “Got something to say?”
You want to say so many things that it’s uncountable at this point.
You want to say your feelings to him, how he makes butterflies scatter in your stomach. How safe it feels to be with him, even if it’s just you and him against the world. How amazing it is, to stand by his side and call yourself his friend. But how can you tell someone to wait for you when they don’t even like you in the first place?
Another cherry blossom dances down, this time landing on his head.
Reaching up instinctively, you gingerly sweep your fingers through his hair and remove it. Bakugou almost blows up the mat you were sitting on.
“What the hell-”
“There was one in your hair.” You blurt out, cheeks pinking even redder. Embarrassed, you avert your eyes from his face and look at your cherry blossom.
You stare at the cherry blossom in your hand as Bakugou stares at his.
I like you. Those words are all Bakugou thinks at that moment. The atmosphere is right, the scenery is fucking cinamatic, but he doesn’t and can’t have you now.
I like you. Those are the words that are repeating over and over again in your head as you stare at the pretty sakura. You like him, you really do, and you know this isn’t a crush because its been going on for months.
Later, he reminds himself.
Later, you fumble with the excuse.
But what if you leave each other behind?
“I like you so much.” The both of you murmur in sync, the words just tumbling out of both of your lips without hesitation or doubt.
What.
Your heads shoot up as you catch each other’s eyes, wild and shocked mirrored.
What.
“DID YOU JUST-”
“I KNOW WHAT I SAID.” You yell back, sakura flying out of your hands as you scramble to your feet. “DID YOU-?”
“THAT WAS MY QUESTION IDIOT!” He fires back, heaving himself of the ground.
“But I thought-I thought you didn’t want a partner now!” Bakugou backs up, confusion rapidly transforming into irritation. His voice grows decibles louder. “The whole 'We’re training to be Heroes’ speech? What was that about then?”
“I don’t!” You yell back, causing Bakugou to freeze. “But I like you!” You emphasise, hiding your face in your hands as your voice softens. “Is that so wrong?”
Bakugou’s vexation seems to dissolve with your words.
“No.” He isn’t yelling anymore. “It isn’t.”
“Can we,” You try, sniffling slightly as tears rim your vision. “I like you, but, but…dammit, why is there no word for this?” You curse frustratedly. Bakugou chuckles fondly, expression softening. Cute.
“We don’t have to date now, Sunshine. If that’s what you mean.” Bakugou says, understanding immediately what you were trying to say. “We can just…take it at our own fucking pace, alright? We’re…” He scowls, voice growing softer. “'in like’,” Bakugou mutters.
A stupid smile reaches his lips and he can’t stop it from growing wider when you laugh too.
“Yeah, sure. We can date. But not now.” You still for a moment, smiling at the blond. “Hey Bakugou,”
He rolls his eyes, opening his arms. “Come here, you,”
You race into his waiting arms and crash into his chest, tears of joy streaming down your face. “Katsuki…!” You sob, gripping him tighter.
“I know,” He hushes you, even though his heart is screaming with the most happiness he’s felt in his life at your voice saying his name, “best fucking birthday ever.”
“Katsuki?” You bury your head deeper, seeking warmth in the crook of his neck.
“Yeah?” He mutters back.
“I’m in like with you.”
A peal of laughter escapes his lips as the both of you laugh under the moonlight, with cherry blossoms strewn all around you.
He presses his lips towards your ear.
“I know.”
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𝗖𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗵
✨When he gets jealous
Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, bakugou's birthday series 2023
Feelings only complicate everything.
Bakugou can’t deal with these feelings strangling his throat. There’s anger, obviously, because he feels like he can’t tell a fucking soul about his feelings for you even though he’s sure that the Dunce Face has spread the word to half the fucking class.
There’s sadness, which surprised him too. Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t do sad, that was Deku’s job. But when he catches a glimpse of your forced smile today, his eyes narrow and his heart tears painfully at the thought of you not being happy.
You know what, he thinks to himself as the last bell rang. Screw this teenage angst bullshit.
He’s had enough of avoiding you yesterday with fleeting gazes and feigned ignorance. He can handle you. He’s your best fucking friend, and even if you didn’t have feelings for him, he isn’t going to let one night ruin your entire friendship.
Yes, that’s exactly it. It wasn’t like it took him half the day to figure out what to do with you.
Sighing, Bakugou readies himself mentally as he slings his bag over his shoulder. He knows where you’ll be.
–
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Bakugou stalks closer but doesn’t round the corner. Instead, he leans on the wall behind him, hearing your voices loud and clear in the empty hallway.
“I know this is abrupt, but I wanted you to know my feelings towards you.” A male’s voice echoed off the walls in the hallway as Bakugou grits his teeth.
This wasn’t supposed to fucking happen.
Part of Bakugou is wallowing in fury. Who did this extra think he was? From his voice, Bakugou could tell he wasn’t even from the Hero course. Shaking his head, he hides a scoff. Whoever this third rated goon was, he was just gonna be let down by you.
He hears you chuckle (god, he loves it when you laugh). “Daiki…you know I don’t see you like that.”
Bakugou’s head shoots up at your voice. First name? You know someone outside of the Hero course personally?
And you didn’t tell him?
Hastily, Bakugou dismisses the second part of his thoughts, swallowing. Should he leave?
“Y/n, come on.’ There’s desperation in this ‘Daiki’s’ voice, but if there’s one thing Bakugou knows about you it’s that you would never date anyone out of pity. Bakugou knows, he knows you would reject whoever that guy is, but-
"We’ve known each other since middle school. You must have felt something, right? I saw the way your eyes sparkled at me. You liked me at some point too, didn’t you?”
Bakugou tastes bile, the thought of going already being thrown into the fires that spark brighter, hotter, at his fury. Glueing the soles of his feet into the cemented ground, he stays.
Bakugou can’t deal with these feelings strangling his throat. Another emotion bubbles up to his throat, about to overflow and makes him want to form words of petty rage.
But that emotion isn’t his signature wrath.
This emotion is rarer, more ugly as it claws its way into his lungs. Envy.
“I…” Your voice falters. “I mean…I did like you.” You confess, voice low. “At some point.” Bakugou hears your voice waver slightly as you reminisce about your childish first crush. Daiki was the jock and playboy of every school, and it didn’t help that he always toyed with and teased you in particular.
How would you not get infatuated with him?
But out of sight means out of mind. Midway into your first year, you just…moved on. It took a while, months that seemed to stretch on for eternity, but then you finally tumbled out of your old love and stumbled into a new one with Katsuki Bakugou.
And there was no getting over him anytime soon.
You swallow, scratching your neck. “I’m not looking for a partner now either.” You say, keeping your voice free from doubt as you smile softly. “I’m sorry, Daiki. I hope you understand.”
Those words make Bakugou’s veins freeze to ice.
“I’m not looking for a partner now either.”
Your love for Bakugou is different from yours for Daiki. While feelings for your middle school crush spurred from his good looks and super fictitious reasons, your feelings for Bakugou were developed from the ground up. It was realistic, heart fluttery sometimes, sure, but it was safe and reachable.
Daiki just…wasn’t the one.
“But I don’t understand!” Daiki tore a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. “We’ve known each other for so long now! Out of all the chicks in school, I chose you and you’re gonna reject me? Just like that?” There’s disbelief in the man’s voice, and it makes you furrow your eyebrows. What were you to this guy, a trophy?
“I told already, I don’t want a partner now.” You repeat, tone no longer apologetic.
God, you had to say it again.
Before either of you can say anything, Bakugou gnashes his teeth together and turns his heel, finally rounding the corner to walk straight to you and the asshole you were with.
“Dammit all, Sunshine, I was looking all over the fucking building for you.” He voices, keeping his tone levelled. You whip your head around at his voice, and he would have laughed if your words from previously didn’t freeze him over like IcyHot’s quirk on a snow day.
“Bakugou-?”
“Come here, Sunshine. We’re going back to the dorms.” He links your arm around his, not even sparing a glance at this third-rated middle school classmate of yours.
“Wait.” There’s a jerk back, and Bakugou stops pulling. Asshole’s voice is dripping with frosted rage. “I’m not done talking with Y/n yet.”
He hears you sigh exasperatedly as you shrug this ‘Daiki’s’ arm off, and Bakugou simply turns around to give him a side-eye. With a raised eyebrow, he states flatly.
“Fuck off, would you? She said she doesn’t want you, right? Because of the whole U.A. hero bullshit? Take a hint and back off then, asshole.”
Next thing he knows, he’s stomping down the hallway with you in tow, leaving the extra behind and blood roaring to his cheeks.
Your words are playing on repeat in his head.
“I’m not looking for a partner now either.”
“I don’t want a partner now.”
His heart runs cold. You’re too smart for your own good. Bakugou knows better than to pursue a relationship now of all times, but why couldn’t he have one precious, special, good thing go his way in his life?
He steels his nerves as he tugs you along, the conclusion in plain, simple, heart wrenching words searing themselves into his brain.
You don’t want him.
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𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲
✨April Fool's Day
Tags: Bakugou x fem!reader, bakugou' birthday series 2023
Stupid Dunce face and his shitty jokes. Fuck if he cares that it was all a prank. He doesn't like you.
"Did you know Y/n likes you, Bakugou?"
Stupid Dunce Face. With his shitty yellow hair and stupidly forward words.
Bakugou whips his head to the blond, practically snapping his neck off "What the hell?"
"Yeah," Denki continues, laying it on thick. "Said she couldn't wait for you to ask her out."
"Really?" Bakugou grits his teeth, voice hitching with feigned amusement. "How the fuck would you know that? Sunshine don't hang with you that often. She's too smart for your one brain cell to keep up."
"Bakugou!" Denki winces, offended tone prominent in his voice. "That isn't very nice!"
"Spewing other people's personal feelings is worse," Bakugou counters, slumping down in his seat. "If Sunshine wanted to tell me, she'd do it at her own fucking pace. Stop meddling, asshole."
The words of teasing die on Denki's tongue. There's silence for a moment, one bloody, hopeful second that makes Bakugou feel a sliver of respite before...
Denki starts cackling with laughter, doubling over like he just pulled off the funniest joke in his 16 years on the planet. "It was a joke, man!" Denki shouts through fits of giggles, wiping tears away from his eyes. "I can't believe you actually believed it that easily!"
It takes three slow and painful seconds for the realisation to fill the pit of his stomach.
One.
Why the fuck is Denki losing his shit? Is he making fun of him or something? The hell-
Two.
It's a goddamn joke. He really has the nerve to pull this shit on Bakugou at 8 fucking am in the morning on a Saturday. It's his one free day off in the entire week and this is what he gets-
Alarm bells. They're ringing so loudly in his head he can barely think straight. Bakugou rechecks his mental schedule for the day, thoughts finally clicking as he remembers today's date.
Three.
It's First April.
It's April Fools Day.
...
Fuck.
Bakugou's cheeks scald red in embarrassment and anger as that damn blond wipes his tears away. "That was so funny-"
"You fucking asshole," Bakugou snarls, leaping off the couch with explosions firing off in his hand.
He has two very strong, overwhelming feelings he's in the mids of experiencing now. Anger, obviously, and a deep sense of humiliation for taking the quirky imbecile so seriously.
Naturally, he leans hard into the overwhelming fury and tackles Denki in a fit of rage.
It was just a silly little prank.
A silly little prank that was only meant to get his hopes up and get his shit together to confess to you.
Denki has impeccable timing.
He shoves his thought of you away and pretends his scarlet cheeks aren't because of you because, you seriously, don't mean a thing to him.
His heart didn't leap at the thought of standing a chance with you. In fact, he wasn't going to even think of your bright and cheery self the entire day.
He. Did. Not. Like. You.
As if on cue, you walk into the common area while rubbing your eyes, yawning and stretching as if you just got out of bed. Of course you could pull off your bed hair effortlessly. "Mnh...what's going on guys?" You mutter, blinking away your sleepiness as you stared at Bakugou and Denki.
His heart writhes at getting his hopes up and pulverised, at seeing you with that innocently oblivious expression plastered on your face
He pulverises Dunce Face even more.
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Bakugou's Birthday masterlist
April has arrived and you know what that means.
Bakugou's birthday month is here! Yes, everyone, I'm gonna try to post every alternate day from now until this man's birthday and also try not to die, so wish me luck. If I miss a day, It's because I was busy, so please have mercy on me, I'll do my best. The list of prompts leading up to his birthday are here, so buckle up and start counting down the days till the king's birthday!
April 1st 1. April Fools Day
April 3rd 2. When he realises he has fallen for you
April 5th 3. When he smiles at you.
April 7th 4. Hero gala
April 9th 5. When he takes care of you
April 11th 6. When you play instruments with him
April 13th 7. Quirk accident
April 15th 7.5 Filler
April 15th 8. When you read each other's minds
April 17th 9. When he gets jealous
April 19th 10. When he comes back to the dorms late
April 20th 11. His birthday.
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𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐔𝐩
✨When he smiles at you
Tags: fem!reader x bakugou, fluff, bakugou's birthday series 2023
”Stupid formal wear,” You mutter under your breath. Because of it, you had to go to the unnecessarily large mall.
And Bakugou was coming with you.
There are times when Bakugou doesn’t know how to act around you. With his feelings bumbling into the driver’s seat and shoving out any rationality he has, Bakugou is left stumbling for words when you play your cards right.
Your voice is music to his ears, your eyes are prettier than the cherry blossoms blooming outside his window, and your smile threatens to send him to heaven.
He doesn’t know that you’re at the fragile mercy of his entire being too.
You sigh as you slump in your seat, ignoring the boisterous yelling of the people in your class (Mostly Bakugou’s).
There are better things to focus on than his raspy voice, or his unfiltered, blunt words, or his fiery personality that always motivates everyone around him, or his abs-
“Settle down, everyone. It’s time for class.” Aizawa’s sharp voice shatters all your fantasies about the blond you had told yourself to stop thinking about 5 seconds ago.
God dammit.
The school day was uneventful, except for the reminder of the Hero Gala the U.A Class 2A and 2B was supposed to attend this Friday, 7th April. It only just served as another painful reminder about how you had nothing formal enough to wear there.
”Stupid formal wear,” You mutter under your breath as you glare at your phone, about to step out of the gate of U.A. with a slip of approval in your hands. Aizawa had allowed you to go out of U.A. that day to a nearby mall to get the things you wanted for the gala.
“This is a meeting of many experienced Pro Heros,” Aizawa told you while filling up the form. He hands it to you. “You need to look as presentable as possible. Best if you prepare early.”
And that was how you got here. One foot out the gate of U.A to spend hard-earned cash on clothes of all things-
“Oi.”
You squeak out a startled yelp, whipping your head behind to the person who’d just scared you out of your wits.
Scarlet red eyes clash with yours.
Bakugou.
He coughs, raising an unamused eyebrow. He’s in casual clothes, hands shoved in his slacks’ pockets with a small scowl framing his face.
He has no right to look that good when he’s pissed.
You steady your heart rate, flushing furiously in embarrassment. “Sorry. You scared me.”
“No shit,” he replies, glancing at the form in your hand with furrowed eyebrows. “You too?”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t have anything to wear for that stupid Gala this week, right? That’s why you’re going out of school.”
You sputter out a breathless “yes,”, dread and excitement gushing out of the floodgates when you see an identical slip of paper sticking out of his pocket.
Oh.
Oh.
“You don’t have stuff too?” You breathe, praying that the oh-so-perfect Bakugou would read your mind and respond with the same words.
Instead, he said. “I don’t have a suit.”
Crap.
You were going to the mall.
He was coming with you.
—
Bakugou’s taste in clothing was impeccable.
That was the only, and may it be repeated, only reason why you accepted his questionable offer to pick out a dress for the event.
The suit of Bakugou’s choice rested heavily on his arm (no tie, he refuses to wear such a restrictive accessory on an occasion he doesn’t even want to go to) as he browses dresses in some no-name store that you insisted on checking out.
He’s familiar with certain big brands in the fashion industry and admits that you hit a gold mine with how many of these designer dresses he can find.
What’s more, they’re half the price of the originals.
You glance over to see how the blond is doing, dragging out a decent gown that suited your taste enough. His sharp eyes flickered over the fabric, fingers nimble and experienced as he feels the dress’s material texture like he was a professional seamster.
His scowl deepens on his face as he practically throws the hanger back on the rack.
You don’t even want to start on the number of dresses you had to try on. In reality, you knew there couldn’t be that many, maybe 10 to 15. The number doesn’t sound like a lot, but each comment the blond made was one that made you want to bite part of his brain off.
Although, you had to admit his comments were awfully sweet from the way he phrased them.
“Too basic.” He hums at the first one.
“Colour doesn’t suit you.” He says to another, squinting at you.
“The cutting makes you look fat.”
You gawk at his bluntness as he stares at you, head to toe.
Folding your arms, you let hurt lace your voice as you tell him, “You’re unsatisfiable! What’s so wrong about these?”
Bakugou’s eyes snap to yours, and suddenly all the words you were about to retort die on your tongue. “Don’t get me wrong, you pull them off effortlessly.” Bakugou deadpans with unwavering certainty. “But none of the shitty dresses bring out you,”
He glances around for more gowns as you blink hard, processing his words as warmth rushes to your cheeks.
Oh no. This is bad.
If he continues to tell you things like that, you might start interpreting his words wrongly. The lines between your relationship with him will start blurring, and with everything happening now you can’t afford to be chasing your dreams to be with him. Not now.
“Oi, Sunshine. Try this.” He jolts you out of your reverie just in time before a new, flowy dress gets shoved in your arms.
Your eyes widen to the size of dinner places. How does he know your taste so well?
Gulping, you lock eyes with him again and this time, he’s wearing a smug smirk. “Trust me on this.”
You practically leap back into the dressing room, slamming the door close as you shed the latest dress you tried on that apparently “made you look fat”.
There wasn’t anything else you could do, so you pull the dress over your head and adjust it.
When you deem yourself ready, you flash a glance at the mirror and freeze. Something about it just felt so…right. It was flowy and unrestrictive, comfortable but not baggy.
The ribbon at your midriff cinched your waist gently, giving you comfort but framing your body just right. You do a little twirl, watching with soft eyes as it sways gently around you. This dress was the best.
Let’s just hope that Bakugou thinks the same thing.
You swing the door before you can fully process that sentence because you knew that the second you registered it, you’d never get out of the fitting room.
“Well?” You demand, although it comes out in a soft, doubtful whisper. “What do you think?”
Bakugou’s face is unreadable for a moment, face twisted into it’s signature frown. Your heart hammers in your chest, feelings of giddy happiness fading to uncertainty.
Did he not like it?
You bite your lip nervously, hoping that you didn’t perhaps look weird or fat or—
“Perfect.”
You blink owlishly at his one-word answer, and in front of you, Bakugou’s tough front crumbles.
His piercing red eyes ease as his gaze is gentle on you, lips upturned into a soft, sweet smirk. It isn’t like his coy smiles and deranged grins whenever someone challenged him or when he wins a spar. This one is…calm and relaxed, like freshly made cotton candy.
It takes a couple of seconds for Bakugou to realise that he’s staring with that handsomely entranced face pointed at you, and when he does, he immediately wipes that precious smile off his face and replaces it with a comfortable frown.
“Finally, someone who knows how to make a fucking dress.” He voices, clearing his throat. The rasp doesn’t go away, though. “You’re getting this one. Period.”
Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t smile at people, mind you. He grins at his challengers and yells “bring it!” at the top of his lungs, but he has never deemed a single person at U.A. worthy of his smile.
Sure, he’s grinned at Kirishima with prideful smirks while nasty words spew from his lips, feigned happiness while faking smiles that everyone has deemed uncharacteristically attractive, but he’s never smiled at anyone genuinely with the natural tugging of his lips.
That soft, lame, genuine and vulnerable smile is and always will be saved solely for you.
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