sharlockart 2 days ago
Movie nightttttt
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childhood friends
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anotherfangirlwrites 2 days ago
Bakugo Katsuki x reader, fluff
Okay but imagine dating Bakugo for a few months now and never getting the chance to tell your classmates because you're all doing internships in different agencies and you all have different schedules.
You two barely see each other as well. Bakugo has to go past his precious sleeping schedule to sneak into your room just so you both could have dinner together; sometimes you sneak into his room for some morning cuddles and he'd complain about the stiff material of your hero uniform because you're already geared up since you have an earlier calltime than him.
Then one night, your class happens to get home early from your respective agencies and finally have a chance to grab dinner at the same time.
Bakugo was his usual grumpy self, extra even since he's exhausted, muttering to Kirishima about how he can't fucking wait to head to bed right after dinner. You on the other hand were happily catching up with Mina and Jirou who sat across from you on the table.
Everyone was so busy chatting or eating that your classmates didn't notice the little things Bakugo does for you. Like adding pork cutlets to your bowl, filling your cup with water, and at one point, even wiping the side of your mouth with his forefinger.
It wasn't until he was done eating when the entire 1A's world halted.
Bakugo's heavy lids were already practically closing on him so he gets up, grabs his plate and utensils and then yours, saying, "I'll go wash these up and then hit the fuckin' sack. 'M so damn tired." He says, voice low enough just for you and Kirishima to hear. You look up at him and nod, saying, "Good night."
Bakugo, who's now on his feet, smiles at you and murmurs, "See you tomorrow?" To which you nod again, completely unaware of Mina's stare. "Yeah, I'll swing by before I leave in the morning." At this point, Mina's brows are slowly meeting down the middle, eyes flickering between you and Bakugo.
But then, her mouth drops to the floor when Bakugo suddenly crouches to kiss you. Right on the lips.
The cutlery noises and chattering stops.
Bakugo's eyes snap open, straightening back up to look around for any danger. So did you, looking at your classmates and looking for whatever it was that made everyone stop what they were previously doing.
Slowly and inevitably, from the looks on your classmates' faces, you both realize what just happened.
"Um-" you cover your mouth consciously, fidgeting on your seat. "W-we have been meaning t-to tell you guys." You stammer, feeling more nervous as you meet more of their strucked gazes.
Bakugo on the other hand, once recovered, sighs and places the bowls and cutleries back on the table to grab your hand.
"Alright, listen up, losers." He rolls his eyes but you feel his hold on your hand tighten. "We've been dating for a couple of months now-" He turns his head to Midoriya who was about to open his mouth and says, "Yes, Y/n is who I meet during lunch breaks." Bakugo sighs again when Kirishima tries to pipe in and glares at him. "And yes, Y/n is the reason you can't just fuckin' burst through my damn door anymore."
At this, you both flush red.
"Aizawa-sensei already knows." He says, and your classmates collectively look at the teacher who merely shrugs a shoulder. "And now, you losers do too. So if you'd all fuckin' excuse me."
Everyone was still speechless as Bakugo goes on to grab the bowls from the table again to wash them. You on the other hand can't take your eyes off of the suddenly interesting lines on the table. You risk a glance up and when you saw that they were all still staring, you grab yourself a cup of water.
"How did you know, sensei?" Kaminari turns to the teacher in wonder. Aizawa's lips twitched a little as he fought off the urge to smirk.
He glances at you as he says, "I caught Bakugo sneaking out of Y/n's room one night." At this you met your teacher's gaze and sputter, coughing wildly to get the water out of your lungs.
"Would have expelled him then and there if Y/n didn't follow him out to scold him for leaving his books and notes in her room."
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fever-dreamer97 2 days ago
Ochako: Thanks to my hero career, I managed to put my mother in a brand new Bentley.
Izuku: That鈥檚 cool. Because of my hero career, I put mine in a state of constant worry for my well-being.
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call-me-ko 2 days ago
Bakugou Katsuki鈥檚 laundry basket is never empty. He has the belief that everything must be washed after one wear, even if it鈥檚 just the sweatpants he was lounging around in for a few hours. It鈥檚 hard to tell when much of his closet is similar in color and fashion, but there is not a single item on the hangers that isn鈥檛 completely fresh and clean. Everything else belongs in the hamper.聽 鈥淗ey Katsuki,鈥 You joke one day,聽鈥淒o you own any other shirts? I think you鈥檝e worn that one at least three times this week.鈥澛
鈥淲hy the hell would this be the same shirt?鈥 He scrunches his nose in disgust. 鈥淭he one I wore yesterday is dirty, ya think I鈥檇 wear it twice?鈥澛
You didn鈥檛 know this conversation would be a topic of passion for him. What started as a joke while waiting for the train quickly turns into a small debate. You nudge him in the side with a lighthearted laugh, 鈥淥ne wear doesn鈥檛 mean it鈥檚 dirty! You didn鈥檛 even go out yesterday.鈥澛
鈥淒oesn鈥檛 matter. It鈥檚 in the wash already.鈥澛 鈥淪o your pants are also different from yesterday, and the other ones are in the wash too?鈥 You give him an inquisitive look. 鈥淲hat about the clothes you slept in?鈥澛 鈥淲hat do ya think? They鈥檙e with everything else.鈥澛
He acts as if it鈥檚 obvious. As if everyone fills their laundry basket over the course of two days, changing between clothes for working in, relaxing in, exercising in, sleeping in, and not reusing a single piece.聽
鈥淎re you telling me you wash every item of clothing after one wear?鈥澛
鈥淎nd you don鈥檛?鈥澛
鈥淥f course not. Something you wear to the gym I understand, but jeans after one wear? A jacket? No way.鈥
He argues that everything feels too sticky if it鈥檚 not washed, and you suppose that鈥檚 a valid point considering his quirk. In time however, his mind changes a little bit: After all, it鈥檚 kind of nice when his hoodie smells faintly like you after you wear it on a chilly walk home.聽
He can make an exception. For hoodies maybe, just this once, whenever it鈥檚 cold and you borrow them鈥 but if you wore his shirt, would it be the same? Or his jacket, or鈥
Maybe hoodies aren鈥檛 the exception. There鈥檚 one thing, or rather, person, that鈥檚 constant in these scenarios; something his heart will address another time. But if he thinks about it enough, he鈥檚 reluctant to admit that the exception might be you.
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peterokii a day ago
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insomniacshig 3 days ago
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"my name is Tomura Shigaraki, I like sandwiches and I have anxiety."
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yugiohz 2 days ago
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lov trio and tamaki ???
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mymhameme a day ago
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He's just tired of Tomura ruining his appetite before dinner.
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dominaecaede 2 days ago
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In another life.
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dashielldeveron 2 days ago
soulmate trope | bakugou
Bakugou鈥檚 route of soulmate trope.
His chapter follows the most standard soulmate rules, so that's why he's first. From here on out, it gets more unhinged.
Warnings: lots of talkin鈥 鈥榖out dicks.
~6k words.
Of course you weren鈥檛 going to share your soulmate identification with anyone else. It鈥檚 right next to your vagina, where your thigh meets your labia. You wouldn鈥檛鈥檝e noticed it yourself if you hadn鈥檛 been contorting yourself in the dorm shower stall to shave.
聽You saw the mark and panicked, going for the mundane instead of the supernatural鈥攚hat if you had a cancerous mole? But it was way too large for that; you probably would鈥檝e noticed it sooner, if it were a mole, and besides, it was very clearly鈥haped.
聽So, it wasn鈥檛 a name or any words but a shape. Some symbol. Hunched over in the steam of the bathroom, you couldn鈥檛 fucking tell what it was supposed to be. It occurred to you once you got back to your dorm room that you might be looking at it from the wrong perspective and that the dark shape might be discernible if it were, like, upside-down.
聽One horrible mirror-camera-flashlight session later, you think you got the right angle. 聽After deleting all of the mistakes and putting the correct one in a hidden file on your phone, you lay in bed, holding your phone above your face and squinting into its light.
聽This was dumb. This was so dumb.
聽Because it was either 1) an emanata, a.k.a. those bubbled sound effects in comics such as bam or pow, but the mark was small, spiky (like a punch sound effect?), and solid black. Or it was 2) a very prickly flame.
聽Both options were, uh. Not ideal.
聽If it were a comic book emanata, then your first thought would be that guy from 3-B with the onomatopoeia quirk, Manga Fukidashi. He was already matched, though. It also vaguely reminded you of Tetsutetsu鈥檚 mask, but that was a stretch.
聽If it were fire, well. That left Bakugou and Todoroki, both of whom without soulmates accounted for.
聽If either of them is your soulmate, would he have the same symbol? Would it be in the same place on his body? You couldn鈥檛 exactly go up to Bakugou or Todoroki to say, 鈥淗ey, any cancerous-looking blotches appear near your cock lately?鈥 God.
聽And what if you didn鈥檛 have all of the details? What if there were more to the soulmate mark than just a tattoo? Can he tell when you鈥檙e thinking about him? Can he read your mind?
聽Well, you grumbled to yourself, plopping back inside your desk for your next class, you couldn鈥檛 read anyone鈥檚 mind, so if he could, it鈥檚 majorly unfair. You slumped in your seat, leaning lazily on your elbow, and scanned the classroom for both of them.
聽Todoroki already sat at the back of the class, copying something out of a book quietly. He might very well be your soulmate, because whoever hasn鈥檛 claimed him yet is an idiot. Todoroki鈥檚 a catch鈥攌ind, observant, dead clever, extremely talented, not to mention the tiniest bit socially dense鈥攁ll very nice, non-threatening things in a man, or at least in Todoroki.
聽The thing, though, is that he wore his uniform correctly, down to the number of buttons buttoned up his shirt. No excess skin was showing, so if he shared a mark, it, too, was somewhere he didn鈥檛 display for the general public. Promising, but it still didn鈥檛 mean much, especially since his hero costume covered up the same areas.
聽Cringing, you got out your notebook for class. Yes, it鈥檇 be effective to ask him to take off various articles of clothing, but you can鈥檛 fucking do that. And in the far-flung situation where you get Todoroki to play strip poker, you鈥檇 probably lose.
聽Startled, you knocked your pencil case off your desk when the classroom door slammed open, the quiet of the classroom shattered by the Bakusquad barging in. Over Bakugou鈥檚 bitching about the sparring matches before lunch, Kirishima and Sero were trying to calm him down, Mina and Kaminari talking loudly behind them about what they were doing after class this afternoon.
聽Bakugou shoved off his friends with a growl and slid into his desk, his legs spread out in front of him with dirt flecking off his shoes. 鈥淛ust fuckin鈥 shut up; I had it. It鈥檚 no use telling me what damn special move Ida was trying to pull. If he hadn鈥檛 caught me like that, I would鈥檝e scorched him.鈥 He ran a hand through his hair, shaking soot from it lightly.
聽Sero held up his hand. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e got to admit that it was a really good move to鈥斺
聽鈥淪top talkin鈥 to me,鈥 said Bakugou, digging through his backpack, 鈥淚 won鈥檛 be able to concentrate if you keep running your trap.鈥
聽鈥淔ine, fine.鈥
聽Pros of Bakugou being your soulmate:
聽1)聽聽聽 You鈥檇 get to be close with an astonishingly complicated and closed-off person, who was intriguing in his own way, clever when he needed to be, driven, determined to do a thing correctly, and, moreover, capable of nearly anything he set his mind to.
2)聽聽聽 Pretty boy. Prettyyyyyy
聽1)聽聽聽 He鈥檚 mean even to his friends. You understood playful teasing, but Bakugou went a bit too far. You don鈥檛 need that kind of negativity in your life.
2)聽聽聽 He鈥檇 always be too honest with you and hurt your feelings.
3)聽聽聽 He didn鈥檛 want a soulmate. He鈥檇 said that a soulmate would hold him back, that he鈥檇 prefer not to have one. Which means he鈥檇 reject you.
聽But really, you considered as you zoned out for the lesson, would you be holding him back, like he鈥檇 said? True, your quirk wasn鈥檛 as powerful as his, but that didn鈥檛 mean that it was worthless. In fact, you considered your quirk pretty damn useful, but you could see how someone like Bakugou could think you鈥檙e weak.
聽If Bakugou didn鈥檛 want a soulmate, then he didn鈥檛 want a soulmate. But that didn鈥檛 stop you from wanting one.
聽So, it鈥檚 simple: you find out what kind of soulmate identifier Bakugou has, toss him once you discover he鈥檚 not, and then you move on to Todoroki.
聽鈥淗ey, can I see your cock for non-sexual purposes? It may turn into sexual purposes, but I assure you, the initial look would be purely out of curiosity.鈥 You cracked, smiling wearily at your reflection. More bullshit things you can鈥檛 just say to Bakugou. You couldn鈥檛 even say it with a straight face.
聽The more you鈥檝e seen your classmates match up, the more parallels there have been with soulmate identifiers. If Bakugou鈥檚 got your mark, it鈥檚 totally near his cock.
聽Not that you don鈥檛 want to see it, because while Bakugou was a whiny little bitch, he鈥檚 also excessively, annoyingly handsome, now that you thought about it. You weren鈥檛 stupid; you鈥檇 noticed his perfect skin (guaranteed because of his quirk), sharp eyes, and nice tits, but now that there was the possibility of you having access to him, his appearance was growing on you.
聽The sound of an explosion shook the glass. 鈥淭ry that again, and I鈥檒l fuckin鈥 kill you!鈥
聽His personality still left a lot to be desired.
聽In a stroke of luck (but rather just partner rotation), you were assigned that day in hero training to spar with him. You hyped yourself up in the girls鈥 locker room, not bothering to participate in the gossip but instead planning your own strategy for the fight. It鈥檚 been a while since he鈥檚 fought you, since you usually have to cycle through the rest of your classmates, but this time, your goal was to鈥攜ou felt like a damn pervert for even considering it鈥攖o tear his costume in some way. See what that modest bitch was hiding. You could pass it off as a different technique in fighting, or something.
聽When you walked into the training area in your hero costume, Bakugou was already warming up, stretching despite his heavy gauntlets, and his grin that was more of an excited scowl cut across his face.
聽鈥淐鈥檓on, you damn punk,鈥 he said when you approached him, 鈥淭ook you long enough. How long鈥檚 it take you to get ready to be smeared across the floor?鈥
聽鈥淥h?鈥 you said calmly, like a calm person, like you weren鈥檛 about to trip to rip off the clothes of someone who might not even been your soulmate, 鈥淛ust as long as it takes to cultivate those three brain cells you鈥檝e got rolling about in your head.鈥
聽What the fuck, dude; where鈥檇 that even come from?
聽Hissing, Bakugou reached for a grenade on his belt. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e gonna be dead before class gets out鈥斺
聽While Bakugou and you sparred, you zoned out on the muscle memory of your quirk鈥檚 special moves, instead thinking about his dick. Since your mark was on the left, his would probably be on the left and probably not directly on his cock itself, which was probably good. The soulmate mark was a bit ugly and amorphous, to be honest, and you were betting鈥攏ow that you were paying attention to the bulging, sweaty biceps (trying to get you in a chokehold), the tensing and relaxing of the tendons in his calves and thighs, his longer-fingered, calloused hands (letting an explosion go off in your ear)鈥攖hat his cock would be as infuriatingly pretty as the rest of him. It was practically framed for your perusal, the way it was surrounded by straps on his belt and pants, the straps cutting into the fabric so that the curve of his cock protruded just slightly more than it normally would. Relaxed, but noticeable. And you were noticing.
聽On the receiving end of an aerial explosion, you let out a grunt as you hit the floor, and Bakugou landed right next to you, squatting while holding down your chest with one hand splayed across your collarbone. His warm hand felt nice on your skin.
聽鈥淭he hell鈥檚 wrong with you?鈥 聽he spat, pulling back his mask to get his sweaty hair out of his eyes, 鈥淲hy aren鈥檛 you fighting back? You think I can鈥檛 take it? Me?鈥
聽You blinked. 鈥淚 was fighting back鈥斺
聽鈥淣ot like you normally do. Where鈥檚 your stealth slide? Where鈥檚 your two-step jump? You鈥檙e not pullin鈥 your best moves,鈥 said Bakugou, grinding his teeth, 鈥渁nd it鈥檚 really pissin鈥 me off. You think I鈥檓 stupid?鈥
聽Panting, you grinned. 鈥淚 know you鈥檙e stupid.鈥
聽Huffing, he clamped his free hand around your neck and squeezed the sides. 鈥淭ry again, you fuck.鈥
聽You rolled your eyes. 鈥淲hat makes you think I鈥檓 not鈥攆uck, loosen up a little鈥攏ot trying my best?鈥
聽He released his grip on your neck, but he kept his hand there. 鈥淵ou haven鈥檛 landed a single blow on me this whole time.鈥 He wrinkled his nose. 鈥淵ou usually get one or two in before I kick your ass.鈥
聽鈥淗aven鈥檛 I?鈥
聽鈥淭hought you鈥檇 know.鈥
聽You shook your head. 鈥淚 wasn鈥檛 paying atten鈥斺
聽鈥淚 knew it.鈥 Bakugou let go of you and sat back on his heels, disgusted. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e a big waste of time if you鈥檙e not gonna fight me at your best. Neither of us is getting any better if you don鈥檛 value every opportunity to train.鈥
聽Your gaze flickered to his crotch for a moment, but it returned very deliberately to his face. 鈥淲ho says I鈥檓 not?鈥
聽You seized him by the grenade and attempted to flip him; it was mostly successful, and you ripped the back of his shirt in the process. For the split second he was face down, your hungry eyes took in the patch of skin exposed on his lower back鈥攎uscled and pretty but unfortunately bare.
聽Bakugou, his chest heaving, snapped his head back to glare at you, his jackal-teethed grin growing even wider. 鈥淚 dare you to try that again.鈥
聽Though it pained you, you took to studying in the common rooms. You couldn鈥檛 concentrate with everyone鈥檚 clamouring or trying to talk to you. You ultimately brought down material you already knew, so it didn鈥檛 matter if you were interrupted.
聽鈥淣o, no, Jirou, it鈥檚 fine,鈥 you said, pen in your mouth as you unzipped your backpack, 鈥淚 have extra.鈥
聽Ducking from a miniature bag of popcorn tossed over the couch towards Kouda, you riffled around for some notebook paper. Jirou was grabbing it from you as the tall, dorm door swept open, letting in hot, humid air into the cool commons.
聽With Kirishima jogging up behind him, Bakugou stormed into the dorm, post-workout, sweating, pressing his icy water bottle to his cheek and rolling it down under his chin and to his neck as he passed you: black tank top, black sweats.
聽Modest bitch.
聽Consistent bitch.
聽Nothing new, even though it was great to see his biceps every time. But since he鈥檚 been consistent with what he鈥檚 been wearing, you haven鈥檛 been seeing any new skin, since you鈥檝e started camping out. It鈥檚 not just going to happen; you鈥檙e going to have to make your own opportunities.
聽Jirou tugged the paper from your hands and shot you a curious look, and you laughed it off.
聽God, you cringed to yourself. You have to be careful, lest you get a reputation for being a creep. How to go about this delicately?
聽You stood with your laundry basket on your hip, meagrely filled with stuff that looked dirty at a glance, staring into the whirling window of a school dryer. The zippers knocked against the metal insides, the only flash in the heap of black clothing. Must be his dark load. He seems like he鈥檇 care about that.
聽It鈥檚 the only dryer going at the moment, since it鈥檚 early Saturday, but there were two washers going, the hum louder for reverberating off the basement walls.
聽You鈥檙e going to do it. You鈥檙e going to steal Bakugou鈥檚 laundry.
聽You glanced at the bleach in your own basket. Maybe it would be better to simply ruin his clothes, since it鈥檇 be hard to sneak away with a whole load of clothes up multiple sets of stairs. But that鈥檇 be mean, and you would eventually return his clothes, just after a while.
聽Crouching on the reflective tile, you sighed, resting your elbows on your knees. This was dumb. This was too dumb. You couldn鈥檛 do it. You wanted to kill everyone who鈥檚 taken your clothes, so Bakugou would want to murder you anyway. Todoroki, though鈥攈e probably wouldn鈥檛 notice if you took anything. You wished you were onto him already, instead of agonising over this idiotic鈥
聽You jolted at someone鈥檚 clomping down the stairs鈥攊n flip flops, by the sound of it. The grumbling under his breath stopped once Bakugou rounded the corner and saw you, pushing on your knees to stand, and he arched a brow.
聽鈥淲hat, you鈥檙e so bored you don鈥檛 have anything better to do than to watch clothes spin?鈥 He slams a basket full of lights (you caught a flash of an All Might logo from his silver age) onto the top of an unused washer. 鈥淚鈥檝e got some series you should watch, then.鈥
聽Big sigh. Bakugou covered himself up more than usual鈥攈is white t-shirt cuffed nicely at his upper arms, but no new skin for you to peruse. Sweats again, too. Comfortable bitch. Dress like a slut, you coward.
聽鈥淚鈥檓 not watching laundry,鈥 you said, moving towards an unused washer yourself, 鈥淚鈥檝e got a lot on my mind.鈥 Maybe you鈥檙e going about this the wrong way. Maybe if you slip something into his laundry鈥攕ay, a tiny little pair of slutty shorts鈥攖hen he might wear those.
聽鈥淵eah? Can鈥檛 be anything worse than your little fuck-up in class, can it? Little Miss Place-bo,鈥 he said, nudging you with his elbow between the shoulder blades.
聽You swore under your breath. 鈥淟isten! Anyone can make that mistake!鈥 You threw up your hands and turned to him. 鈥淎nyone can pronounce鈥攑ronounce, uh.鈥
聽Your mouth hung open as Bakugou grabbed his shirt by the back of the neck and yanked it over his head, the light cotton fabric catching on his hair. In the precious moments before he could make eye contact with you, you greedily drank in his lower abdomen鈥攄efined way beyond toned鈥攖his man is fucking ripped, hard lines outlining his muscles鈥攅specially those glorious lines forming a v and trailing into his sweats (c鈥檓on, c鈥檓on, make a move to pants him right now; you can pass if off as an accident; do it鈥)
聽鈥淔orget how to pronounce it again?鈥 Bakugou made a noise between a scoff and a chuckle as he tossed his shirt into the washer, along with a detergent pod. His abs flinched at the cold of the metal when he leant into the washer, and you had a hard time dragging your eyes away. 鈥淧lah-see-bo,鈥 Bakugou said in English, his voice teasing.
聽You swallowed drily and made yourself look at his face. 鈥淵eah? Bite me, Bakugou. We can鈥檛 all be perfect all the time鈥斺
聽鈥淪trange invitation,鈥 said Bakugou, but he snatched your hand off your own detergent bottle, and he held it in front of his mouth for a moment, pausing for your reaction.
聽Your mild surprise morphed into terror when the expected, albeit out of character, kiss to the back of your hand did not happen, and instead he bared his teeth, his tongue running over the sharp points before clamping them together. He took the pad of your ring finger into his mouth, and though he made motions to chomp down quite violently, the bite itself was delicate. Gentle.
聽It took his tongue swiping over your finger for you to remember to jerk your hand away, and he rolled his eyes, letting out another scoff-laugh, and he crossed his arms over his bare chest (Your own eyes fell to them, bulging a little. Seeing Bakugou鈥檚 tits won鈥檛 solve the soulmate problem, but by God, did it make you feel alive).
聽鈥淗ey, don鈥檛 freak out. You鈥檙e the one who said to bite you.鈥
聽Feeling your face heat, you turned to your own laundry. 鈥淒oes figurative language mean nothing to you?鈥
聽Bakugou shrugged and stretched his arms over his head (a quick check of the armpits鈥攏o soulmate mark). When you were this close, you could see the light tan freckles around his scars.
聽Okay, if the embarrassing thing also happened to you, then you clearly couldn鈥檛 be the culprit. Therefore, when you and Bakugou both took a late-night shower, both of your clothes would go missing.
聽For your part, you simply left the pyjamas you鈥檇 be changing into in your dorm room and simply brought a towel that would cover you well.
聽Sneaking into the boys鈥 bathroom and stealing Bakugou鈥檚 clothes while he鈥檚 in the shower was another story.
聽Step one: set up your stuff in the girls鈥 bathroom, but don鈥檛 get wet yourself. Dripping water on the bathroom tile would give away that someone had been there.
聽Two: when Bakugou has just put soap in his hand (and therefore starting a new task, not paying attention to outside the shower), take his clothes from the little stool outside the stall curtain.
聽Three: skibble back to your shower to get wet, as if you鈥檝e been in the shower all along.
聽Four: Do all of the above in an instant, since Bakugou takes aggressive but short showers.
聽Five: wait for the shouting.
聽Step one accomplished, you鈥檝e wrapped yourself in your biggest towel, cosy and firmly situated not to fall, and as stealthily as you could in your shower shoes, you sneaked down the hallway and into the boys鈥 bathroom.
聽The water hissed onto tile in the farthest stall from the door (great, cool, fabulous), and Bakugou鈥檚 voice鈥攆ucking humming some song popular a few years ago鈥攆loated through the steam.
聽Tiptoeing in flip-flops doesn鈥檛 work too well. There鈥檚 a moment where you squeaked and winced, listening for a sign of acknowledgment, but it never came. You couldn鈥檛 take your time, because he could shut off the water at any moment, but you couldn鈥檛 just flippity flop all the way鈥攐h, stop thinking. Just do it.
聽Within arm鈥檚 reach of the wooden stool in front of Bakugou鈥檚 shower, the scent of his shampoo wafted towards you, mixing with the steam鈥攎an, that apple shampoo was useless, since nitroglycerine smelt like caramel鈥攐h. Oh, that鈥檚 cute of him. Caramel-apple-autumn-basic-bitch.
聽He鈥檚 still humming as you stretched for his pyjamas鈥攜our wide eyes pinned to his silhouette through the nasty school curtain鈥攇ood God, if you just ripped open the curtain, you could see everything鈥攂ut then 1) you鈥檇 be labelled a pervert forever and 2) if he is your soulmate, it鈥檚 not a very romantic way to find out. Still. The shadow of his ass had a curve that wouldn鈥檛 quit.
聽Okay, okay, stop gawking. Grab the clothes, yes, and sneak away鈥攓uietly, quietly. Don鈥檛 shower shoes your way out.
聽Hold up.
聽Rushing into the girls鈥 bathroom, it occurred to you that your plan hadn鈥檛 included something to do with his clothes.
聽Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Um, you can鈥檛 just hide them in your stall, because he might come investigate in here, too鈥攐h, uh. Oh, God.
聽Through the pipes overhead, you heard the water shut off for the boys鈥 bathroom.
聽鈥淥h, fuck, fuck,鈥 you said, kicking open a bathroom stall and peering into the toilet, 鈥淥h, God鈥攏o, I can鈥檛鈥斺 Grimacing, you dashed out, tripped on your towel, and stumbled to the trash can. 鈥淔orgive me, Bakugou,鈥 you said under your breath, and you hid his pyjamas underneath some paper towels.
聽You flicked on a sink to hold your head under the water, getting your hair and shoulders wet enough to look convincing, hopefully.
聽Now for the show.
聽Looking nervous, you peered into the hallway between the bathrooms, and you tentatively took a tiny step into it, your hair dripping onto the carpet.
聽The door to the boys鈥 bathroom slammed open, despite the time of night, and Bakugou strode out with his shower basket, looking grim but no worse than usual, with鈥攚ith a鈥
聽You鈥檙e going to pass out. You鈥檙e going to pass out and drop dead. You鈥檙e pretty sure Bakugou could hear the nyoom as you stared at his鈥攆or fuck鈥檚 sake, he鈥檚 wrapped what鈥檚 got to be, like, a hair towel around his waist, barely skimming the top of his thighs.
聽A man鈥檚 got legs.
聽The thin, white towel covers him enough to be modest, but holy shit, his cock basically doesn鈥檛 matter when his legs are like that: thick, powerful thighs, sturdy, muscular, and would splay your legs far apart if you straddled one of them, and calves with definition that comes from running regularly for sport. Mother of God, get this man some booty shorts. He would win every fight immediately.
聽Oh, he鈥檚 said something. You shook yourself. 鈥淪orry, what was that?鈥
聽Bakugou grunted. 鈥淒idn鈥檛 expect to see anyone up this late. I must have forgotten my clothes, so.鈥 He scratched the back of his neck and jerked his head to the side.
聽Your eye twitched as a bead of water ran from his nipple and down the side of his ribcage.
聽鈥淟eft?鈥 Oh, you hadn鈥檛 considered that he might blame himself. Do you bring up that someone might have stolen yours, since he doesn鈥檛 suspect? What do you do? 鈥淯h, looks like we鈥檙e in the same boat,鈥 you said, tugging your towel up, despite it still covering everything.
聽Wait, maybe you can flash him, and he鈥檒l make the soulmate connection鈥
聽鈥淵ou should be asleep,鈥 said Bakugou, turning towards the stairs, leaving wet footprints behind him, 鈥淚t鈥檚 not healthy to be up this late. You need to take care of yourself.鈥 He glanced over his shoulder at you. 鈥淵ou can take the elevator.鈥
聽You blinked. 鈥淥h, uh. Thank you. You get some sleep, too.鈥
聽Clearing his throat, Bakugou shrugged it off. 鈥淕ood night.鈥
聽鈥淕ood night.鈥
聽Bakugou won鈥檛 go swimming with the rest of the class. He won鈥檛 re-design his costume. Your theoretically accidental spills never hit him. You ended up with nothing but some unvarnished lust, unrequited affection, and coffee to clean up from the floor.
聽You鈥檝e decided: one more day, and then you鈥檙e moving on to Todoroki. This soulmate search shouldn鈥檛 take this long.
聽Todoroki would be easier to love than this overly determined, stubborn-ass perfectionist who holds everyone else to the same high standards. God knows you don鈥檛 live up to Bakugou鈥檚 standards, so it鈥檚 good that this is the last day. He probably wouldn鈥檛 want you, anyway.
聽So, in this last, cloudy day of allowing yourself to like Bakugou, you shirked your own work to sit on the side of the gym with a book as a flimsy excuse to watch Bakugou do one-armed push-ups, his scowl growing deeper with each bead of sweat that dropped to the mat.
聽The gym slowly cleared out the further into the evening it got, and when Sero waved his goodbye to Bakugou, he鈥檇 spat out a response as stormy as the rain that pelted the gym roof. Huffing, he shot a glare towards you, and you snapped your book upright, not seeing the words.
聽It鈥檚 just the two of you in the gym, almost closing time, with Bakugou left in charge to close up with the thunderstorm raging outside.
聽You wanted to squeeze your heart to a pulp. He knows. He鈥檚 got to.
聽When the power flickered out at a particularly harsh thundercrack, Bakugou didn鈥檛 even react. Turning on the flashlight on your phone, you trotted over, stepping over some weights, to shine your light on his backpack as he ferreted everything away.
聽He grunted as he swung the strap over his shoulder, and without so much as a glance back towards you, he trudged to the gym door. He held it open for you, grimacing at the rainfall, and you slipped underneath his arm.
聽As the electronic door clicks shut behind the both of you, the rain picked up, striking the pavement like swords into sod. Squinting up at the sky, Bakugou shifted more closely to you underneath the tiny awning outside the door.
聽鈥淚 shouldn鈥檛 run through this shit,鈥 said Bakugou, shifting his backpack to his front, 鈥淚鈥檝e got my term paper in here.鈥 He eased himself down onto the cramped bench, scooting the edge of it under the awning so that you鈥檇 both be able to sit. 鈥淵ou, you鈥檇 get so fucking soaked you wouldn鈥檛 be able to lift your feet, and then I鈥檇 have to cover your ass.鈥
聽The two of you couldn鈥檛 get back inside, due to the power outage and electronic lock, and your phone was on its last dregs; he didn鈥檛 carry his around. You found yourself sitting less than the width of your hand away from someone who might be鈥攐h, who are you kidding? This idiot isn鈥檛 your soulmate. So, it didn鈥檛 matter if you ruined it.
聽鈥淗ey,鈥 you said, and when he didn鈥檛 respond, you spoke more loudly, over the rain, 鈥淗ey, uh, Bakugou. Are you doing well?鈥
聽He shot you a look out of the corner of his eye and didn鈥檛 even bother to answer, simply crossing his arms across his broad chest. As if catching himself, he uncrossed his arms again and rested one on the bench between you.
聽鈥淵eah, okay, that鈥檚 fair.鈥 You shifted in your seat away from his hand, because you didn鈥檛 want to take up room that Bakugou wanted; it鈥檇 make him hate you even more. C鈥檓on, this is the last time you鈥檙e going to have Bakugou as a captive audience, and then you can avoid him for the rest of your sorry life.
聽C鈥檓on. Open your mouth and say it.
聽(鈥淚 need to see your dick?鈥)
聽You can do this.
聽(鈥淭ake out your rascally ol鈥 penis so that I can see your soulmark, you cuddly bastard.鈥)
聽Bakugou cleared his throat so gruffly it practically blended in with the thunder. 鈥淲hat are you reading?鈥 He nodded towards your book, leaning over your lap to see the cover.
聽Oh. You tilted it his way, lightning flashing on the glossy letters. 鈥淚t鈥檚 a social history that came out two months ago; it more or less triangulates the connections between hero marketability, social media, and romantic relationships. Midoriya leant it to me; it鈥檚 not exactly a thriller, but it鈥檚 informative.鈥
聽(鈥淐ock now!鈥)
聽Bakugou seized the book from your grasp, hunching lazily on his hand between the two of you. 鈥淕od, this looks miserable,鈥 he said, thumbing through it, holding it away from the rain dripping off the awning, 鈥淐ynical and cold to even think about it. Why are you wastin鈥 your time over hero romantic marketability? Does that matter to you?鈥
聽God, he was taking up more and more space on the bench. You kept scooting away from his hand, which he had lifted from the cast iron to flex his fingers before returning to its spot, but now that the arm rest of the bench was pressing into your thigh, you couldn鈥檛 go any farther. Bakugou is a big guy, sure, but does he need a whole bench? 鈥淯m鈥攏o, not really, but, but it might affect鈥攕omeone鈥檚 career in the future, and鈥擨 don鈥檛 wanna mess that up for him.鈥
聽You took the book back from him and clutched it to your chest, retreating as much as you could to the end of the wet bench without it cutting into your skin or getting into the rain. You were wincing, scrunching up your face and flinching away from him, closing your eyes so that you wouldn鈥檛 see whatever foul expression he鈥檇 have for you. Bakugou tugged on the book in your hands, but you gripped onto it more tightly, hunching in on yourself.
聽Ask him now. Ask him now, and you can bolt if he tries to kill you. He won鈥檛 follow you into the rain because of his term paper.
聽You can do it.
聽Oh, God, you can鈥檛 do this鈥
聽鈥淕oddamnit,鈥 said Bakugou, fumbling for the book, 鈥淎re you gonna let me hold your hand, or鈥斺
聽鈥淧lease let me see your cock!鈥 you shouted a bit too loudly, shielding your face with your face with your hands, and the book dropped from your lap to the wet pavement.
聽The rain bombarded the awning uninterrupted for a few painful seconds.
聽Peeking through your fingers, you watched Bakugou, his brow furrowed, pick up your book from the awning鈥檚 dripline, and he gently shook water off of it before wiping the cover on his sweats.
聽鈥淲ell,鈥 he said at last, 鈥渋f that鈥檚 the reaction I get when I try to hold your hand, I can only imagine what鈥檒l happen when you let me kiss you.鈥
聽鈥淣o, no鈥攆orget I said anything. Forget everything I鈥檝e ever done. Forget me. I鈥檓,鈥 you said, spluttering as you stood, 鈥淚鈥檓 leaving.鈥
聽鈥淪top.鈥 Bakugou didn鈥檛 even have to grab you by the hand to stop you; all he did was graze the inside of your wrist. 鈥淪it back down. Very good. Good girl. Tell me why you need to see my cock,鈥 he said way too seriously, stretching his muscular arm behind you on the bench.
聽How is it fair that Bakugou was so calm while you were freaking out? Steeling yourself, you made yourself make eye contact, trying to be as serious as he was. 鈥淏akugou, I think we may be soulmates.鈥
聽The corner of his mouth twitched. 鈥淎nd that correlates with my dick how?鈥
聽Bakugou won鈥檛 even have to kill you after this. You鈥檒l do it yourself. 鈥淚 need to see if you have a soulmark there. Well, not technically your cock but more like the area around it鈥斺
聽鈥淵ou think we鈥檙e soulmates because of soulmate marks,鈥 said Bakugou flatly.
聽鈥淵ou know what! Fine.鈥 Bakugou threw his hands up in surrender, surprisingly placid. 鈥淚f you need to see my cock to affirm we鈥檙e soulmates, I鈥檓 down. Got two conditions, though.鈥
聽You swallowed with a dry throat. 鈥淲hat are they?鈥
聽鈥淥ne,鈥 he said, holding up his index finger, looking smug as hell, 鈥測ou鈥檝e gotta do it kneeling.鈥
聽Your eyebrows shot up. 鈥淥h, uh. Okay.鈥 This must be how Bakugou kills you. Either that, or your heart is going to burst out of your chest, with how hard it鈥檚 pounding. 鈥淚鈥檝e, uh. Never鈥斺 You cut yourself off and moved in front of him.
聽鈥淚鈥檒l keep your book from getting wet, but I can鈥檛 guarantee the same about you, sweetheart,鈥 said Bakugou, spreading his legs for you.
聽If you weren鈥檛 going to commit suicide, you鈥檇 murder him. Maybe you can fit both into your schedule. You got on your knees between his legs, shuffling a bit closer towards him than you would鈥檝e liked to keep out of the rain. Sighing, you cautiously lifted your shaky hands to the ties on his sweats.
聽You paused to look up at the smug bastard. 鈥淵ou didn鈥檛 mention the second condition.鈥
聽His teeth glinting in a grin, Bakugou reached down to curl some of your hair behind your ear, not that it really needed it. 鈥淎fterwards, I get to punch you in the face.鈥
聽You shrank away from his thighs, trying not to let him see your jaw tremble in the flashing light. No. You鈥檝e come this far, and if Bakugou will kill you with a punch, then that鈥檚 probably better than disembowelling yourself, or something. You鈥檇 like to see his dick before you die.
聽Taking a deep breath, you reached for his sweats again. He, accommodatingly for some reason, lifted his hips for you to tug them down, but you took a moment before doing the same for his plaid boxers. You鈥檙e not going to cry out of fear and embarrassment; you鈥檇 be the girl who cried at the sight of a cock.
聽You glanced up at him. Bakugou glared down at you, his head tilted to the right, arms splayed across the back of the bench. He was clearly suppressing a smirk鈥攜ou didn鈥檛 know why; wouldn鈥檛 be more humiliating if he laughed at you in the moment?
聽All right, you鈥檙e pulling down his boxers. Do it.
聽Closing your eyes as thunder rolled, you braced yourself and dragged down the fabric, careful to keep his bare ass from touching frigid cast iron, but it happened anyway (he hissed slightly at the cold). You froze, your hands still gripping the waistband of his boxers when they reached the mid-thigh, and you ducked your head.
聽鈥淵ou gonna open your eyes?鈥 His voice cut you straight to the bone. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e gettin鈥 punched for this; you might as well look.鈥
聽You were not above temptations of the flesh.
聽You were right: his cock lived up to the rest of his unfairly pretty-boy body, even though at this point it wasn鈥檛 even fully erect. Stupid and pretty and flushed, curving to the side just slightly with a pulsing vein (artery?) going up the same side that curved. The thick base sat amongst dark blond curls, and when you huffed in frustration, it twitched when your hot breath blew over it.
聽Scowling at his cock, you said, 鈥淲here鈥檚 the soulmark?鈥
聽鈥淵ou鈥檙e an idiot,鈥 said Bakugou, yanking his boxers and pants back up, and he didn鈥檛 even stand up to punch you; you hardly had time to prepare yourself properly. All you saw was his huge fist reeling back for a split second before smashing into your face.
聽You fell back on your ass, extremely baffled but somehow not in pain. You touched your cheeks, your mouth鈥攏othing was broken or even aching. Bakugou had looked like he was going to slam you into the next century; why did it only feel like a tap on the cheek?
聽鈥淵ou look confused,鈥 said Bakugou, grinning and crossing his legs to hide the growing bulge in his sweats, 鈥淒on鈥檛 tell me you鈥檙e as stupid as you look.鈥 He held out his hand to help you up, and he pulled you back onto the bench, this time sitting under his arm around your shoulders. 鈥淲e鈥檙e soulmates, all right, but we don鈥檛 have marks. We can鈥檛 physically cause each other pain.鈥
聽You hesitantly snuggled into his pec, and he hummed when you did, so you supposed that was permission. Bakugou emanated a bunch of body heat; you should have done this when you first came out into the rain. And things were falling into place: the bite to your finger, the sparring when you couldn鈥檛 hit him鈥
聽鈥淵ou鈥檝e let me flounder?鈥
聽He tightened his grip around your shoulder. 鈥淚 thought it鈥檇 be more fun for you if you figured it out yourself.鈥
聽Frowning, you gently hit his chest. 鈥淗ow long have you known?鈥
聽鈥淟ong enough to enjoy your terrible attempts to get me naked, sweetheart,鈥 said Bakugou with a smile so annoyingly self-satisfied that you couldn鈥檛 look at it for long, 鈥淎ll you had to do was ask.鈥
聽鈥淥h, my God.鈥
聽With his free hand, he reached over to lace his fingers through yours. 鈥淒o you still have my pyjamas?鈥
聽You groaned into his shirt, not wanting to look him in the eye. 鈥淵es. I was gonna wash them first, though. But wait,鈥 you said, 鈥淚 have a soulmark.鈥
聽Bakugou scoffed. 鈥淣o, you don鈥檛.鈥
聽鈥淚 do; it鈥檚 right next to鈥攖o my vagina,鈥 you ended in a whisper, almost covered under the thunder.
聽鈥淒umbass. It was probably a bruise.鈥 He was stroking your upper arm with two of his fingers. 鈥淚t鈥檚 gotta be gone by now. Have you checked recently?鈥
聽鈥淯h,鈥 you said, biting your lip and glancing away, 鈥淣o. But I have pictures!鈥
聽鈥淪how me,鈥 he said, and he waited for you to dig out your phone, which died as soon as you pulled it up.
聽鈥淚 swear that it looked a bit like an explosion鈥斺
聽He cocked an eyebrow. 鈥淵ou mean like a normal bruise?鈥
聽鈥淚 think I would know when I got a bruise there.鈥
聽Bakugou clicked his tongue. 鈥淔ine, then where鈥檇 you get that bruise on the back of your left leg?鈥
聽鈥淲hat?鈥 You twisted your leg, pulling up your capris a bit to see the full bruise. 鈥淚 don鈥檛鈥擨 didn鈥檛 know I had one there. Shut up. Okay, it鈥檚 possible that I mistook a bruise for a soulmark.鈥
聽Bakugou shifted so that he was facing you and took both of your hands in his, playing with your fingers. 鈥淲ant me to check?鈥
聽You jolted in your seat, hands tensing in his. 鈥淓x鈥攅xcuse me?鈥
聽鈥淵ou don鈥檛 know if it鈥檚 a soulmark, yeah? I do, but you seem to like proof. I can look for you. You鈥檇 like that, wouldn鈥檛 you?鈥
聽鈥淚鈥斺 Too flustered to speak well, you nodded at Bakugou鈥檚 encouragement, with the voice in the back of your head saying that you could easily get addicted to the tender way he鈥檚 looking at you.
聽鈥淕ood girl. I鈥檒l only do it with a condition, though,鈥 said Bakugou, getting on his knees in front of you, nudging your legs apart, 鈥淚 get to do it kneeling.鈥
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izukuisbaby a day ago
Can I request when reader meets Izuku鈥檚 mom? Mama Midoriya is so sweet
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鈩. flora's notes : absolutely anon, mama midoriya loves u
鈩. female, gn, male reader xx
m.list | comment or reblog if you enjoyed !
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鈩. izuku was soooo anxious, this was an important step in your relationship, maybe the most important after proposing to you (which he is planning on doing)
鈩. inko has such great taste when it comes to decoration, you feel immediately at home because everything is so cosy and so warm
鈩. she checked with izu at least 3 times for the food, she wanted to please you so she made your fav 馃グ
鈩. inko is the type of mom who will show you the family photo album
鈩. you three sitting on the couch, izu beside you and inko next to you
鈩. "Look at izuku's cute little baby butt there, y/n !"
鈩. not to state the obvious but izu is 100% as red as a tomato
鈩. INKO LOVES YOU, she never thought izu would get a partner because he's sooo socially anxious
鈩. i feel like inko is great at sewing, izu visits her before or after his shifts and she gives him little piece of clothing for you
鈩. custom made gloves, dresses, suits, skirts, trousers... half of your wardrobe is made by her, and she perfectly respects your personal style, she doesn't make those grandma looking clothes no. INKO IS A MOTHER WHO KNOWS.
鈩. she's the first to know about izu's proposal and already starts making the wedding dress/wedding suit. izu was close to tears
鈩. she often texts you after izu's visits. everytime he goes, he talks about you and how amazing you are and she just sends a text like
鈩. "izuku visited today, you two were made for each other. i am always worried about my son but knowing that he comes home to you relieves me. i see how much you love and care for him. you're a good person y/n, see you soon馃挀"
鈩. she's just the best mother in law 馃ゲ馃ゲ
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漏 izukuisbaby. comments appreciated ! although do not modify, translate, copy, claim as your own or repost on any app/platform/social media (this applies to all of my content)馃挀
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fever-dreamer97 a day ago
Bakugo, picks up the phone: Who is it?
Izuku: Hey Kacchan. I鈥檓 calling for an opinion.
Bakugo: About what?
Izuku: Well, I got hurt and I鈥檓 trying to debate whether I should go to the doctor or not.
Bakugo: What the hell, how bad is it?
Izuku: Well, I cut my arm pretty good. But there is this speck of white that鈥檚 in the cut.
Bakugo: White?
Izuku, taps on the white: Oh wait, I think it鈥檚 bone.
Bakugo, runs out of his house to go take him to the hospital: YOU FREAKING BASTARD-
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