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kiwanopie · 2 years
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suggestive. college au boyfriend!bakugou. installment II “poor timing”
He’s barely awake when he picks up his phone from where it’s charging near the bed, blearily sliding in one of his amplifiers as he presses it to the side of his head.
“Th’fuck are you callin’ me at 2am for?”
Kirishima pauses from his side of the line, curious male voices leaking into the speaker that irritate in their familiarity. “Are you just waking up?”
“What the fuck else would I be doing?”
“That’s what I’m wondering too.” He plops himself on the large bean bag sitting in the middle of his roommates floor, after knocking on his door for what felt like hours. Kaminari starfishes against his comforter, and he has to snap a few times to stop Sero from going through his friend’s stuff.
“Dude, where are you?” He asks. “Your truck’s not in the parking lot. Are you at a hotel?”
Bakugou stays silent for a long moment, fleeting as it is, it's a little disconcerting, and the chat runs empty as the sound of a running fan hisses through the static.
He sighs, brief movement stirs sleepily under his bicep and he figures it’s best to end this conversation as quickly as possible. “I’m with ____.”
“You’re-“ Kirishima stammers a little. “Can you say that again?”
“I’m at _____’s apartment.” Bakugou repeats himself - he’s obviously trying to be quiet.
“No fucking way! Dude?!” Kaminari chimes in from somewhere in the room, because of course he’s on speaker. “Like is she right next to you?”
“Can you be any fuckin’ louder?!” Bakugou whisper-yells.
“She totally is, isn’t she?” Sero chimes in. “Did you two fuck?”
Kirishima grimaces up at him from where he’s sitting. “Don’t be crude.” Though, he hesitates a moment before speaking a little closer to the speaker. “Wait, did you?”
Bakugou kisses his teeth. “What the hell was so fuckin’ important that you had to call me at two in the morning anyway?”
“Well, those of us who weren’t out getting some wanted to know if you wanted to play DnD. Since it’s the weekend and all.” Sero says.
“But I guess now you’re too good for the loser club, now that you’re some bigshot with a hot girlfriend.” Kaminari pouts.
Bakugou audibly scoffs. “I was never a part of the loser club to begin with.”
“Says the guy who’s gonna make us look for another DM in the middle of a campaign.” Kirishima retorts. “Seriously, you couldn’t have picked a better night to fuck ____? With you two gone Jirou’s gonna wanna take over your post - and she always gives us the worst scenarios.”
“They’re not that bad.” Bakugou jumps a little when the hand around his waist slithers to wipe at her sleepy eyes, cursing hushedly before the men hear him quietly apologize away from the speaker.
His three friends blush as a familiar voice leaks softly into the receiver.
“What’re you doing…?”
“…Nothin’, angel. Go back to sleep.”
The three squeal in unison.
Bakugou kisses his teeth again, whispering angrily into the speaker. “Shut the fuck up. And don’t call me this late, again!”
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katsus-world · 1 year
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Your legs quake as your head is thrown back. Drool starting to ooze out of your mouth as Katsuki’s hips snap back into you.
“Fuck you’re tight. What’s got ya’ riled up?” The question was rhetorical, the sound of his balls slapping against your cunt, your angelic moans, and his hand meeting your ass filled the office.
“You fuckin’ bitch, drooling all over my cock like a whore.” His hand gripping the soft flesh of your bottom as your voice boomed off the walls, not caring if you were heard by the people passing in the halls.
Katsuki loved it what way, letting everyone know what a whore his wife is for him and him only, the possessiveness making him even more crazier as his hand gripped the roots of your hair harshly.
“Fuck katsuki, make me feel s’good!” Your drunk off of lust, the feeling of his cock dragging into your spongy walls throwing you into a loop, your eyes seeing stars as you start moving your body to match his pace.
Katsuki’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he feels you grind against him, his Balls stiffing as his movements get rougher, if that’s even possible.
“Gonna fill you up so good, you’re mine, only mine. You got that?!
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It’s been a while 😭, anyways I’m trying to get back into writing on here so enjoy this little snippet, I’m sorry that it’s not good, I’m still trying to get out of writers block 💔‼️
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cashmoneyyysstuff · 4 months
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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.
sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.
“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.
a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.
you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.
katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.
then your name was brought up.
at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.
he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.
you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.
you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.
you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.
“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.
“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.
you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.
“ow !”
“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.
“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.
when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.
you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”
he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.
“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”
you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.
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miggiisdumb · 4 months
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cw: very suggestive, implied monsterfucking and breeding
“You’re such a dog sometimes.” You say out of the blue, a thought that slipped out of your reflexively.
It was a genuine observation- you were watching Bakugou fiddling with an old rubix cube, part of a box of things you had in your closet. You brought it out for your monstrous companion to explore more human things he wasn’t as accustomed to, picking up new words pretty quickly when you held something up and said what it was.
Part of his learning experience also came from feeling how things gives not just under his fingers, but his teeth too. He scraped his sharp canines over one square of the cube, grimacing when he figured it was something too hard and tasteless to eat and that’s what sparked the dog comment in your head.
Bakugou turns to you at the sound of your voice, still big even when he’s seated on the ground and you on the couch, brows furrowed.
You smile, reiterating. “You act like a dog sometimes.” You type into your phone when his confusion doesn’t lessen. A quick google search for dog pictures, you turn the screen to him and now he looks like an old man leaning in and squinting at the bright screen. “This is a dog.”
Bakugou’s furrow pinches harder into a deep pout, looking back at you. “No dog.” He growls back, offended. He’d insult you to hell and back if he had the vocabulary for it.
“Yeah dog,” you poke back with a roll of your eyes, “you’re like a spoiled and expensive puppy I have to baby everyday if I don’t want my entire house destroyed.”
His expression blooms into indignation. “No puppy!”
The trinkets are left abandoned on the coffee table as he gets up to curl over you, snarling and snippy in a specific way he gets when he’s too angry for words, and you’re panic laughing at his grabbing at you because you’re ticklish- and the size difference between you and him make your gut twist too suddenly.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” You squeal between giggles and batting his hands away. “It was a joke, okay? You’re not a puppy!”
Proud at that statement, Bakugou chuffs. There was just no winning with this creature whe he gets all saucy over anything. It was annoying as it was charming in its own way.
“Great you got your point across. Can you let me go now?” You huff, tugging one arm for emphasis. He had captured your wrists during the struggle, and while you’re not really all small and petite in human standards, your hands are dwarfed in his, barely enough to fill his entire palm.
Bakugou doesn’t let go immediately, a stillness washing over and he just stares down at you instead. Eyes sharp and animalistic, with the same steady focus as that of a beast in the wild catching sight of something new or something edible. You almost squirm, tongue weighing like lead in your mouth and suddenly very aware of the position you were in- practically pinned back on your couch with your legs tucked between his knees a little uselessly.
You try to push the flustered swirl in your stomach away and urge yourself to speak. Maybe he just didn’t understand you.
“You want puppy.” Bakugou speaks up before you, and you blink, a bit surprised and a little lost.
“No way?,” You laugh sheepishly. “I already have my hands full with you.”
Your monster companion frowns another pout then shakes his head. “You want puppy,” he repeats, insists, somewhat firmer and seemingly upset that you don’t understand or that he doesn’t know enough words yet to say what he means, maybe both even. He shifts your wrists into one big hand instead, an easy fit, and lifts them a little higher over your head- then pokes a finger under your bellybutton.
“Here.” His tone is softer, pressing on the chub there before dragging lower, and it rips a shaky gasp out of you from your skin giving under his finger, sharp claw hooking on the hem of your home shorts on it’s descent.
You burn inside as he keeps watching every little twitch on your face, nearly pass out when you feel something syrupy and warm pool out of you- and the way Bakugou’s nose flares with a breath and his eyes immediately go lidded and hazey lets you know that you’re completely bare under his senses.
“Mates give puppies.” Bakugou rumbles from deep in his chest, sultry and carnal as he curves down to you, brushes his nose on yours in a ghost of a nuzzle, and your breaths mingle into one you share out of each other’s lungs. His hand moves to spread over your pelvis and you moan on reflex because he covers it whole.
“I can give many.” He bares his teeth in a feral, promising grin and cups where he knows your womb is.
He really is like a dog sometimes.
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clawz-loopz · 2 months
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" ..in another life, I really would have just liked doing laundry and taxes with you."
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tavirioc · 7 months
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🫶
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kozidraws · 1 year
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💅
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fleur-bbyy · 11 months
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cw: fem reader, establish fwb, shower sex, minors dni.
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your chest was firmly pressed onto the cool tile in his shower. your needy moans and his harsh grunts bounced off the wall in katsuki’s bathroom as he fucked into you. one of his hands roughly gripping your hip and the other on your shoulder. your hands splayed against the tile to keep yourself from falling. the sound of skin slapping skin and water falling from the shower head filling your ears.
“y’feel so fuckin’ good.” the hand on your shoulder pushed your body further into the wall. an animalistic grunt leaving his body at the sight of your screwed up face and your cheek also firmly pressed against the tile. “had a thought- shit- had a fuckin’ thought.”
he didn’t wait for you to reply or even acknowledge his statement. knowing you were fucked too dumb at the moment as katsuki had already ripped two orgasms out of you and the sun was barely up.
“too stupid in the morning, huh?” he lightly slapped your cheek before moving his hand to down to slap your ass. “what if i actually took you out for once? go to a nice restaurant or some shit instead of just takin’ you to bed?”
the words almost went in one ear and out the other before you realized what he was actually trying to ask you through his own grunts and moans. you craned your neck to see his face. a satisfied smirk on his lips and the occasional furrow of his brow when he sheathed himself inside of you.
“here kats? you’re gonna ask me on a date right now in your shower?” you tried to look as serious as you could muster, but your face still showed tell-tale signs of the pleasure he was providing you.
“don’t act like you hate the idea. can feel you clenchin’ down on me. gonna cum again? come on slut, cum with me.”
he sped up his thrusts to an impossible pace. his grunts and your moans growing louder as you both approached your highs. you arched your back into him and cried out his name as you came undone for the third time that morning. he leaned over your body and pressed his hard chest into your back as he pumped his cum into your abused hole. both of you taking a few moments to catch your breath before actually using the shower for it’s intended purpose. in silence.
“whad’dya say?” he finally broke the silence. asking in reference to his earlier question and throwing a spare towel in your direction.
“ask me again when you’re not balls deep and i’ll consider.”
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ccerealbowl · 5 months
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Hospital reunion WHEN
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im-so-tired-sorry · 1 year
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bakugou definitely bites you sometimes, mainly your shoulder. not to harm you, but it’s his way of showing love and affection. cooking with him? bite. taking a break after studying for some time? chomp. teasing him for being a romantic? big bite. if you yelp at his sharp teeth biting a lil too hard he’ll kiss the spot and apologize. but once you laugh and forgive him, he’ll give you a tiny bite on the same spot.
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bakubowwow · 2 months
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“The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.”
Kirishima:
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kiwanopie · 2 years
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mdni. college au. first installment of boyfriend!bakugou “a like-like”
“So,” You breathe. “Does this mean you like me?”
The difference in temperature is stark as he lifts himself off of you.
You’re still pretty when you’re sweaty, you’ve always been. When you’re heaving out strained breaths across the field, when the afternoon sun shines on your exposed shoulders.
- When you’re underneath him.
The only difference now is that those purple colored blemishes on your skin aren’t from his fingers or his explosions. And the taste of you is still sweet on his tongue. - He looks down at you and you’re everything he could’ve imagined, sprawled out like a painting; all his.
Katsuki makes an incredulous face from where he’s slotted between your legs. “W-What…? Do you not see what we’re doing right now?”
“Yeah but,” You pout. His balls ache. “What if this is just some friends with benefits situation and this is like some one off thing?”
“Do you want this to be some one off thing?”
You shake your head. “No...”
He’s angling his hips back when you speak up again, but the way you’re starting to clench down on him nearly makes him lightheaded. “Do you like-like me?”
You and Mina have been hanging out too much. Oh god, he’s gonna go soft if he keeps thinking like that.
“____- Angel,” He huffs. “I like you so much that it fuckin’ hurts sometimes. You think I’d be this deep in yer guts if I didn’t?”
He shudders when you tighten up. “Ask me to be your girlfriend.”
“I think that fuckin’ goes without saying.”
Your fingers are feather light when you reach for him. Silk, cotton, and every other fucking soft thing he can think of when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in. He fits into you like a key, fills in all your empty spaces and molds himself to you like it was the only thing he was made for. He wants to close his eyes and stay this way forever, melt into you and cover you like a veil. - And when you starts to speak, airy and breathless, nuzzling into him like you feel the same; he sure there isn’t a feeling around that’s any better than this.
Until your words register to him. “I wanna hear you say it, Katsuki. Wanna hear it in your voice like I’ve always wanted.”
He’s in heaven.
You shiver as he skims his nose down the curve of your neck, following the trail up with slow tempered kisses.
He’s sin as he hums against your skin. “Let me be your boyfriend and I’ll fuck you till you cry.”
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kkatsukiswife · 1 year
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boyfriend!bodyguard!Bakugou x rich!fem!reader
a/n: this is more of a getting together fic, so i’ll be posting another one tomorrow more boyfriend-focused lol also this is kinda long sorry
Shit i think it doesn’t happen quickly, he’s way too professional. Bakugou knows that no matter how nice you are to him, no matter how obvious your crush on him is, he can’t date you. You’re his client, your pro-hero parents are paying him to keep you safe, he’s your protector. It’s not that he’s afraid of what they’ll do to him if they find out, it’s the fact that staring at you makes him weak in the knees already so imagine dating you. Getting to hug you, kiss you, sleep next to you every night. 
He’s a grown man, he no longer believes love is a threat, he knows it makes one stronger. But dating you? No, at least not right now. He still has so much to work on, so many things he wants to change about himself before giving in to you, because you deserve the best version of him.
After an attempted attack at your workspace your parents decide it’s a good idea to send you off to another country. You cry and kick the ground, begging Bakugou to talk them out of it. He has to watch you wipe your tears off your face as you’re boarding the private jet, staying silent the whole flight. 
There’s a terrorist group after your parents and yourself back in your home country, so you understand your presence there would only make things even more complicated. But to be sent to the other side of the world is a bit too much, the weather is cold and there’s only a small village. You don’t even speak their language, but obviously your perfect, personal bodyguard does. You try not to take out your frustration on him, you try to keep your cool and stay the nice, sweet girl you are. 
Bakugou notices a change in your demeanor, he was expecting it but this seems different. He thought you’d be sad, depressed even, but you’re mad. His heart breaks a little when he realizes you’re mad at him, keeping to yourself and ignoring his presence. You obey him, you do as he says but there’s no thank yous or please, no good mornings or good nights. 
A whole month passes by and he’s still feeling isolated, even though he’s the only one capable of communicating with the locals and allowed to wander around the place. He doesn’t get it, your flat is comfy, has a great view of the mountains, there’s lots of home activities for you to indulge in. He thinks about you as he walks up the hill closest to the village, he can see you crocheting in bed, or binge watching your favorite show while sprawled out on the couch. What is he doing wrong? 
He knows exactly where he’s failing. His mistake is doing everything perfectly fine. He can’t bend, he has to follow the rules, it’s for your safety after all. But god is he tired of seeing your lifeless eyes staring back at him through wet eyelashes, he misses your laugh and seeing you happy. He thinks about taking you down to the village with him next week, but discards that option almost immediately. It’s still too risky, he has to do the job right.
But shit how can he when you won’t even talk to him? When you hide in your room for two days and survive on crackers as a sort of rebellion against this dictatorship? He decides he’s had enough.
You’re surprised when you wake up the next day and find Bakugou making you breakfast. He’s been keeping up his stern, harsh looking body guard act since you arrived. You know he’s doing his job, but you can’t understand why he’s got to take it this far. You know he’s capable of human emotion, you know he likes you, hell he even knows you like him back. Back at home it was clear that nothing was ever gonna happen while he was still working for your parents, but why keep his distance now that you’re thousands of miles away from them? Yes, yes danger and yes blah blah bad guys. But what about secrecy? He could date you without anyone finding out, how would they if you couldn’t even leave the fucking four walls that contained you isolated on top of a mountain. That soon became your bigger problem. 
Not getting a boyfriend isn’t as devastating as being locked up inside a utopia. Because that’s what it is, a pretty doll house with all your favorite toys and big shiny screens, but no friends, no one to talk to, no real world. You feel just as trapped and lied to as you felt as a child. 
It takes Bakugou so long to see this that by the time he acts on he starts thinking it might be too late. So he goes all out, makes you breakfast, tries to be nice and soft, asking how you slept and what your plans are for the day. You don’t know what he’s trying to do, but you don’t have it in you to be mean to him, so you answer his questions one by one. 
“I forgot to pick up some bread yesterday when i went down to the village” He throws it in between your conversation about the weather trying to play it cool, but you take it the wrong way.
“Ugh if you wanted me to make you garlic bread you could’ve just said so, you know? There really was no need to do all this” You sigh and point at the breakfast table. Bakugou stays silent for a second till he finishes his previous sentence.
“I was hoping you’d want to come with me…?” Shit, and now you are the mean one. 
But you don’t have time to apologize, you’re too busy trying to mask your excitement with indifference. Bakugou can read through you though, and he’s so glad he’s breaking the rules.
Your first trip to the village’s market doesn’t go as smooth as he had hoped. You run off to the nearest shop that catches your attention after being told a million times to never leave his side. He can’t blame you though, not when you have that silly smile back on your face, eyes filled with joy and enthusiasm. He ends up taking your hand and intertwining your fingers, for safety reasons he tells you. 
You start accompanying him to almost every grocery shopping trip, and you soon learn that the people there aren’t friendly. They can tell you’re a foreigner and they don’t like that, you don’t speak their mother tongue and you don’t dress the way they do. There’s a little bakery you visit quite often, and behind the counter there’s a kid with blond, furrowed brows that judges you. 
He calls you names everytime you walk into the shop, Bakugou wants to eliminate him but you don’t let him. You know he’s just a kid, he’s only copying his parents and the people around him. So you decide you’re gonna become his friend.
The village people dress nice, like they’re going to a pricey museum or attending a social meeting for the rich. You are rich yourself, so you start dressing like so. Bakugou loves flopping down onto your bed and helping you pick out an outfit, watching you try on fluffy coats and expensive shoes. Eventually you start matching, he tries to be subtle about it, choosing a hat the same color as your shirt or rings that go with your green outfit. He likes to think you’re a married couple, he pretends you’re shopping  to take a break from the kids while their grandma takes care of them.
Talking about kids, there’s one annoying creature he sure would like to punch. He’s suggested you try a different bakery, but you refused without even thinking about it. You’ve got your eye on that little devil, he knows you can’t stand not being liked, so that boy has probably become your new mission. 
Bakugou is taken by surprise when one day you finally get him to break. The kid had been saying mean things to you, but it truly seemed like he was just repeating some old man’s words. He still gave you freshly baked bread instead of grabbing the day-old ones, and he’d always greet the two of you when entering or leaving the shop. There was some kindness and curiosity behind his harmful mouth, he’d always stare at your shiny earrings before calling you names. This time it isn’t any different, greeting you with a polite grimace and telling you to hurry up. 
“Oh my, looks like someone is in a hurry!” You exclaim as you take your time picking which pastry you’d like for brunch. The boy scrunches up his nose and gets ready to insult you.
“Ugly” That’s all his mean words are. Just like you’re not capable of understanding his language, he can’t speak yours. The kid simply repeats these words over and over again, along with a few grammatically incorrect phrases. This one is Bakugou’s least favorite, because he knows it’s a straight up lie. You do too.
“Oh! No, no.” You laugh, as if the kid had mixed up the words he really wanted to say. You walk over to him and place both hands below your chin, your elbows touching. “Pretty” You say, and smile at him. The kid makes an ugly face and shakes his head. “Mhm, very pretty. Pretty lady.” You say yet again, and the boy blushes. Bakugou does too. He pouts and takes your money as he hands you your pastry. “Thank you little man.”
The next time you see the boy he doesn’t say anything, you ask for garlic bread and pay for it, saying goodbye to the little man as you walk out of the shop. It happens again, and again. Bakugou is not sure how long it’ll take till the kid takes out a knife and stabs you both. The fourth time you visit the bakery the kid still doesn’t talk to you, but after delivering your final line you get an answer.
“Goodbye pretty lady” It’s barely a whisper, but you hear it. 
And so you become friends, he’s little man and you’re pretty lady. You never learn his real name, but he does tell you about his interests. You gift him pretty rocks and cozy crocheted blankets, and in exchange he adds extra sweet buns to your bag. You share many heartwarming interactions, and Bakugou has to admit he’s a little jealous.
“Pretty lady, why sad?” He asks one day, looking at your red, swollen eyes. 
“I miss my family” You say as you try to fake a smile.
“Here, no cry.”And he gives you a pastry. 
He’s such an observing little kid, you think that if you’d met him sooner maybe Bakugou and you would’ve gotten together earlier in life.
“Oh! No,no. No babies, we’re not, he’s not my husband we don’t- ugh” It’s really hard to explain to him what you and Bakugou really are when he asks about little kid in your belly, which is actually a full meal. Bakugou is mortified, he can’t move or talk because he’s too busy fantasizing about a married life with you. Again.
“Yes, yes! He loves you, baby is okay.” The kid insists and it takes you a while to get him to understand there’s no baby on the way, but it's impossible to get it through his thick skull that Bakugou is not your husband. 
When you arrive home that afternoon you want to run to your room and hide till dinner is ready, but Bakugou has other plans. He grabs you by the arm and pulls you in, holding you against his chest and placing his other hand on your hair. He wants to tell you he loves you, but you already know that, and he’s not good with words either. Bakugou hugs you close and tight and it’s enough for you to understand what he means. You then lift your head and kiss him, slow and soft.
The last time you see the little man he cries. He tells you to go back to your home country and never come back as tears run down his cheeks, face red and hands in little fists. You hug him and tell him to take care, giving him one last gift. He takes it in his hands, the shiny earrings he so much admired on you.
“No, for wedding.” He says and tries to give them back to you. When he realizes you’re not budging he turns to Bakugou and starts talking in his language, he’s going so fast and he looks so worried you start to worry too. “She needs something gold for the wedding! She can’t give these to me, you have to stop her!” Bakugou listens carefully, but he doesn’t translate any of it for you. 
“Don’t worry, we will get married buddy. You can keep them.” You’ve never seen Bakugou being so soft with a kid before, so naturally it sparks a new feeling inside of you. It’s too soon for that though. 
He never tells you what your friend said to him, but you trust him with his answer. 
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déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.
bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return
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in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.
he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.
or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.
“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.
you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.
“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.
“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”
he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”
“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.
you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.
“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.
“no you won’t.”
“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.
you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.
when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.
you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.
katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.
“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.
you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.
“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.
“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.
"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."
it's quiet for just moment.
and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.
"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.
"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."
he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.
there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.
katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.
'cus that's what heroes do.'
katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.
and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.
so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.
"mhm ! "
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katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.
today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .
it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.
you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.
it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.
the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.
but you're quiet today.
you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.
and he doesn't like it.
when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.
"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.
you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.
you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.
you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.
"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.
"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.
"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.
"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."
"then what is ?" he raises a brow.
"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"
"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.
"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."
"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.
"shut up." he growls.
"katsuki—"
"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feels your cheeks warm at the proximity, your close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.
you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.
the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.
"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."
your heart stutters.
" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"
"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.
" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."
"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.
"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.
" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"
"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.
"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.
"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.
" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."
"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.
he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.
he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.
"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.
your asshole, though, your heart decides.
you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.
" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"
you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.
"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."
"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "
"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."
you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"
"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.
"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.
"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"
"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.
"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.
"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.
you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.
"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.
so cool.
it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.
and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.
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katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.
usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.
you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.
he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.
"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.
he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded
you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.
"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"
"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.
he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.
"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.
"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.
"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"
"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"
he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.
you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.
and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.
so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.
before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.
"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"
he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.
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in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.
he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.
and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.
so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.
he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.
and always, always come back to you.
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Pet monster Bakugou crowds your bed during winter time, probably some kind of hibernating thing that he seemingly decided to include you in . Crushes you into the mattress by laying on top of you, sprawled out in a bed too small for a massive frame like his, all limp with slow and steady breaths as he sleeps the cold afternoon away. He runs far too warm to be draped over you like this, even in lower temperatures
“Bakugou, move. You’re heavy…” you groan, chest constricted to short breaths because of him using you like a pillow. His long tail flops down the side of the bed, no further intention to move the rest of him.
“You know what I meant.” You scowl at the top of his head and reach to pinch at a pointy ear, pulling. “Don’t ignore me!”
That finally stirs the your big monster up. Hair cow licked on one side when he lifts his head and sleep lines all over his face, Bakugou groggily glares at you as if you woke him up from a deep dream when he was really just lighthly dozing off.
You tug on his ear again. “Move, you knucklehead.”
He retaliates by biting the top of your boob.
You yell in surprise more than pain, thrashing under him, and Bakugou finally moves to pin your squirming form before you kicked anything sensitive. It’s all complaints and growls while you two wrestle for a minute, defeated when he has your wrists pinned back on either side of your head and his chin on your sternum, a shine of pure gloating victory in his eyes.
If looks could kill, he’d be stabbed to death by your glare. “Asshole- nooooo!!!” You start and immediately howl when he drops his jaw to make breasts a chew toy again, stopping an inch right above one and hovering there- a real big comedian with his intimidation tactics.
“Fine, you win.” You give up, head dropping back on the pillow. “Let’s see who’ll cook for you when I eventually suffocate to my death.”
Wether he didn’t understand or just didn’t care, Bakugou chuffs and snuggles his face back on your boobs, a deep content sigh rumbling from him onto you as he got comfortable once more. You don’t miss that he’s no longer putting all his deadweight on you and for that you pet through his hair in silent gratitude. He rumbles deeper, much like a purr this time, lolled back to his nap with his arms wrapped under you as a child would hold on to his teddy bear.
It’s partially your fault Bakugou acts this way. You spoil him too much when he gets all cute in these moments.
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poofbark · 22 days
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i love you. yes. even if you were a fucking worm.
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