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faulty-writes · 7 months

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Hi, I was wondering if it was alright for you to make a scenario or drabble based of of something? Ok so my birthday is coming up and every year there's a meteor shower that happens around the same time, and I've always wanted to have someone sit with me and watch the metor shower. Problem is, it only happens at like 4 or 5 am! So I was thinking that y/n could have this happen to them where everyone is too tired, but Bakugou, the man who goes to bed at 8, is the one that actually joins them. <3

[ Happy Early or Belated Birthday! I know this request took me some time to get to. But either way, happy wishes to you, my dear! Consider this your birthday present from me! I hope you enjoy it! With much love❤️, Faulty. ]

Tsuyu sat next to you on the couch and asked, "Ribbit, what are you reading?" Uraraka was sitting to your left and Kyoka and Momo were sitting in a nearby chair. "Yeah, you've been staring at that pamphlet all night," Kyoka said.

"Is that something for school?" Momo asked as you placed the pamphlet on your thigh and shook your head. "You all know it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" you asked. Uraraka replied, "Of course! We wouldn't forget your birthday."

"Heh," you picked up the pamphlet and opened it to reveal information about something peculiar. "Every year there's this meteor shower on my birthday, and…" you paused, looking at each girl. Before enrolling at Yuuei you attended a private boarding school and never really made any friends.

Not that it mattered because you watched the meteor shower alone for as long as you could remember but this year would be different! "There was something I wanted to ask…" You took a deep breath and pressed your hands against your chest. "Would you mind watching the meteor shower with me?"

Silence followed until Kyoka spoke. "What time is the meteor shower?" She asked, leaning against Momo who wrapped her arms around her. "Uh…oh well…" you rubbed the back of your head, feeling your stomach twist.

Another reason you watched the meteor shower alone every year was because the astrological event took place at "4 in the morning," as expected, their faces twisted with uncertainty. "Uh, huh," Uraraka glanced around, hoping to hear from one of the girls.

It was then that you felt Tsuyu's hand on your shoulder. "Hm?" You looked at her, and her sympathetic smile. "Well, we'll see what we can do, but it's a school night." Unfortunately, you couldn't help but frown despite her good intentions.

"Oh, right…" You looked down at your hands, now curled on your lap. "I…I think I'm going to go to my room," you said, standing up. "Huh? What's wrong?" Momo asked. "Is everything okay?" Uraraka reached out to grab your arm, but you shook your head.

"Nothing to worry about…I'm just tired," you said, stepping on the pamphlet as you walked away. Katsuki was leaning against the nearby wall with his arms crossed as you made your way to your room with your head hanging low.

He raised an eyebrow as you disappeared down the hallway. "Tch," he snarled and followed behind you, his steps swift and silent. Luckily, you seemed too focused on your thoughts to notice him until you reached your door, and he used his quirk.

As soon as his palm touched your door, a loud 'boom' sounded, and you scrambled back into him, eyes tightly shut. There was no surprise that his quirk was blinding, and the noise made your ears ring briefly. "What the hell is going on!?" you growled, blinking once or twice to readjust your vision.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes as he crossed his arms. He took a deep breath and sighed, debating on what to say. After a moment, he spoke, "Your birthday is coming up." You continued to rub your irritated eyes and hissed "Yeah so!?" in reply.

"Why the hell did you ask extras to spend your birthday with you?" Your eyebrows knitted, and your hands curled into fists. Opening your mouth, you were about to yell at him but stumbled back and into your door when he stepped forward.

"You think it'd matter watching some damn meteor shower with them!?" His words made your heart sink, and you curled your fingers inward, feeling your nails dig into your palms. You weren't sure whether you would react with anger or tears.

A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard, trying to ignore his gaze. "Does that matter to you?" Your words were coated in anger. "Usually, I watch the meteor shower alone. I shouldn't have thought it would be different this time."

As painful as those words were, you knew they were true. Are you destined to watch such a spectacular phenomenon on your own forever? You lifted your head, once again ready to scream at Katsuki. However, to your surprise, he laid a gentle hand on your shoulder making you freeze yet stiffen in response.

His serious expression contrasted with the confused look on your face, which would have made him smirk otherwise. "You shouldn't waste your time asking extras anything like that, dumbass!" Your eyes widened and you leaned back, feeling various emotions fill you.

The strongest ones were anger and sadness, and you struggled again to respond to Katsuki. "Y-yeah, I'll remember that…thanks," you said bitterly as he raised his eyebrows. Your response to his questionable expression was a monotone one before you opened your door.

Even though there was a soot stain embedded in the wood of it, you entered your room half expecting him to stop you. Instead, he only raised his hand, wanting to say something but ultimately deciding not to. After closing the door, you slumped against it and sighed.

'Why did I ask them!? I'm so stupid!' Gritting your teeth and putting your hands into your hair, you grunted in frustration and slid to the floor. The fact that it was your birthday tomorrow didn't matter to you, as it now felt even less special. Katsuki may have been right.

If your friends didn't want to spend time with you during your birthday, doing something with you that held sentimental value, then were they really friends? As a potential hero, you know never to let darkness cloud your thoughts or heart.

Nonetheless, it was hard not to let your emotions take over. Taking a look around your room, you sighed again. "Might as well just get ready for bed…" yeah maybe you just needed to sleep this off. After changing into your appropriate sleeping wear, you lay in your bed staring at the ceiling.

Sleep didn't come easily to you, and you knew why. After lying awake for hours, you grunted and pondered whether pacing around your bedroom might finally exhaust you enough to get some shut-eye. However, this was not the case, and you looked at the clock after pacing for what seemed like hours.

It was just past midnight and you growled, frustrated with yourself. "Is there something wrong with me?" You hissed, ready to scream when you caught a glimpse of the night sky through the window curtain. Slowly pulling back the curtain, you were bathed in the gentle glow of the moon.

As you stared at the brilliant sparkling dots that adorned the sky, the world froze, and you breathed a sigh of contentment. Something unusual, however, stood out among the stars. As you leaned toward the window and pressed your hands against the cool glass you knitted your eyebrows trying to make sense of it.

You realized what you were looking at after a moment and clasped your hands together in glee, before exclaiming, "A shooting star!" Like a child, you believed in the concept of wishing on a shooting star. On the basis of that, you closed your eyes and wished for what your heart desired.

There was nothing more simple than wanting someone, just one person, to watch the meteor shower with you. The shooting star was nowhere to be found when you opened your eyes, but you smiled anyway. The next morning went as usual, you received a few birthday wishes and a few small gifts, but nothing major.

It's not like you expected a big party. As a matter of fact, you didn't give a damn. You were only looking forward to the meteor shower. After a brief sleep that night, you awoke promptly at three in the morning. Before climbing onto the roof of the student dorm building, you changed into a different outfit and gathered some supplies.

You shivered as you laid the blanket down on the roof, luckily you brought some hot chocolate thermoses to warm you up. You sighed contently as you drank one and let the steam caress your chilled face and your nose inhale the sweet chocolate aroma.

After a minute or two, you picked up your phone to check the time. "Almost…" you said, putting it away. After another sip of hot chocolate, you capped the thermos and pulled your knees up to your chest. When you finally saw the first meteor soar through the sky, you gasped in awe.

The rest soon followed, illuminating the otherwise dark sky. You were so absorbed in the moment that you didn't hear someone approach you until one of your shoulders was touched. A hand clamped over your mouth when you screamed out in surprise.

"Shut up! If you don't, you'll wake everyone in the building, and I don't need that damn Deku bothering us," your eyes widened, and you immediately recognized the voice. You pulled his hand away from your mouth, turning to look at him.

"Bakugou?" you asked in disbelief, unable to see his facial features clearly but feeling his glare nonetheless. After a few seconds, you turned back to watch the meteor shower. At the same time, you notice the temperature of your cheeks increasing.

If it were lighter outside, Katsuki would see that said cheeks were dusted a soft red color. "I just…I didn't expect you to join me," you said, briefly remembering your wish. Regardless of whether it was the shooting star or Katsuki's own decision to join you, your heart was racing.

For once you weren't alone watching the meteor shower. As he sat beside you on the blanket, you tensed up. "Just…you're normally the person who goes to bed first, so…" you swallowed heavily. "I'm just surprised to see you up at this hour."

As his eyes followed the meteors' path, he replied, "Tch, oh yeah?" He grumbled and brought one leg up to his chest, resting his elbow on it. "When those damn extras you call your 'friends' refused to watch this with you I…" He clenched his jaw. He wasn't used to or thought it appropriate to share his feelings.

Yet somehow you felt like a completely different case. What could he say he felt when he saw the look on your face when your 'friends' denied your request? On your damn birthday no less, it struck a chord. No…not a chord, more like a nerve in him.

It was impossible, he thought, for them to say no to you and still consider themselves your damn friends. Dumbasses are what they are, dumbasses who are not worth your time. Hell, he couldn't say all that. Instead, he glanced at you or at least in your direction.

When he moved his hand, his fingers brushed across the top of yours, making you gasp and snap your head toward him. You caught a glimpse of the smirk on his face. More than likely, he was proud of himself for causing such a reaction in you.

He looked back at the sky, which was still filled with meteors. Taking a deep breath, he watched it evaporate before him. He almost forgot how cold it was outside for a moment, but maybe that was because your warmth radiated through him.

"Look…" he began, "I don't do friendships but…" Okay maybe that was a lie, but the "friends" he had, like Eijirou and Hanta just forced their friendship on him, it's not like he asked for it. "As far as I'm concerned if someone you know is in need and asks you for a damn favor, you do it," he said with a growl.

"And if they refuse to do that damn favor, screw'em! They aren't worth your time and…yeah y-you're not my friend but I…care about you," he admitted, glancing away. "But don't tell anyone about that!" He snapped, making you jump in response. "I…I won't!" you replied, holding up your hands.

The tension between you two seemed to fade as you continued to observe the phenomenon before you and exchanged a few words over hot chocolate. Towards the end, your hands became intertwined and the distance between you grew smaller until you found yourself resting your head on his shoulder.

He tensed up a little at this simple act of affection but made no move to push you away or tell you to stop. Despite his quirk which many would think would give him rough skin, his hand was smooth, warm, and comforting.

Your chuckle broke the silence between you two. "Hm, what?" He demanded, and you shook your head trying to muffle your laughter. "N-nothing it's just...uh, f-funny," you said, continuing to snicker. He raised his eyebrow.

"What's funny?" he demanded, thinking you were laughing at him. You lifted your head, gazing into his eyes that were somehow visible in the dark. "I'm sorry, it's just that you told me not to waste my time with 'extras' for something like this." Your laughter died down.

"But you are the one watching it with me because you care," you said, smiling. After he blinked, almost as if he was trying to process the information you gave him, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek, which made you squeak.

"Yeah well, I already said I care about you damn it, or did you miss that?!" He snarled, but you didn't react to this. Instead, you pressed your hand against your burning cheek. "A-and that kiss was?" He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"I…I don't know. Consider it a damn…birthday gift…I guess," he replied and stiffened when you laughed again. "What is it this time!?" He snapped, and you shook your head. "Uh…nothing, just I…I wished on a shooting star I saw last night," you exhaled.

"Well, I guess you are my birthday wish so…thank you." His eyes widened and although you couldn't be certain, his cheeks seemed to light up. "Yeah well…whatever, just finish watching the meteor shower so we can go back inside. I'm losing sleep over this, dumbass…" he muttered, although part of him knew he didn't mean it.

Despite losing sleep, he was happy to spend time with you like this. A few hours later, he helped you pack everything you brought to the roof, walked you to your room and said goodnight. Although you felt incredibly tired by the time you got up from your short slumber, ate breakfast, and stumbled into class hunched over like a zombie.

The smile on your face was evident that you were still happy. Out of everyone who could have chosen to watch the meteor shower with you, Katsuki showed how kindhearted he was and frankly, you couldn't thank him enough. Taking a seat, you slumped down in your desk until you could see the ceiling.

Upon noticing your abnormal behavior, Ashido walked over. "Hey," she said, smiling before scratching her cheek. "Sorry, I missed your birthday yesterday. Uh, how was it? Did you have a good time watching the meteor shower?" She asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Hm? Oh…uh," you groaned, sitting back up and yawning loudly. "I mean…it was…" You glanced around the room, letting your eyes settle on Katsuki who was currently sitting at his desk with Eijirou and Hanta who were chatting his ear off.

However, that wasn't what made you smile, it was, yet again, remembering what he did for you. "Hm?" Ashido placed her hands on her hips and looked in the direction you were staring at. "What are you looking at?" She asked before scoffing.

"All I see is Bakugou over there," her response made you laugh, and she turned her head back. "What?" She demanded but you shook your head. "Nothing, nothing," you said, suppressing your laughter. "Yeah, I had an amazing time watching the meteor shower. Honestly, my birthday was…better than I could have wished."

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faulty-writes · 10 months

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hiiii, i was wondering if it was possible to write something about adhd!reader (fem! preferably) that has a hyperfixation with mushrooms that’s dating bakugo? if not just delete this message :)!

[ So this was actually an interesting challenge. As a psychology student, I took this idea of hyperfixation and applied it in a different way. I had the reader basically thinking of mushrooms and being increasingly happy whenever she is near them. Regardless, I hope you enjoy this piece! ]

“Damn it, pay attention!” Katsuki snapped, dropping the drumsticks, and grabbing your wrists. The only reason he was sitting with you in his lap in front of a drum set was that you insisted you wanted to learn how to play them.

But, due to your hyperactivity and tendency to get distracted easily, your thoughts were focused on things far from what you were currently doing. That is until Katsuki yelled “Dumbass, you were the one that wanted to learn how to drum in the first place!” and snapped you back to reality.

You nervously chuckled and ignored his death glare. “Sorry,” you replied sheepishly. “I got a little bored and then I started thinking of mushrooms and how cute they are and-” he clenched his jaw. “Again, with the damn mushrooms!?” he snapped, aware of your fixation on them.

Although it wasn't wrong, he thought he would at least be able to keep your attention. Guess he was wrong. You pouted and slowly turned in his lap to face him. “Please don't be mad,” you pleaded as you hugged him and rested your head on his shoulder.

He sighed, almost hating his soft spot for you. But regardless, he returned your hug and lifted you into his arms as he walked away from the drumset. “Huh?” You blinked and leaned back, looking at him although his eyes were focused forward.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he shifted his gaze toward you. “My room. Where else?” he hissed in response. “Um, your room?” you asked, tilting your head cluelessly. “Yeah, my room, damn it! Maybe you’ll pay more attention there!” he snapped, making you pout.

You knew he didn’t mean to pick on you, he was just very particular about tutoring. Eijirou had told you horror stories about it, but unlike him, you weren’t getting beat over the head with a rolled-up newspaper. He kicked open the door and stomped to his bed, dropping you onto it without a care.

“Ah, hey!” you replied but noticed his smirk as he closed the door. You sighed and leaned back, moving your legs impatiently. You weren’t known for sitting still for long. Katsuki walked over and climbed behind you, stretching his legs out by your sides.

“Come here,” he demanded, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you against him. “Maybe you’ll pay attention if I do this,” he said, grabbing your wrists. “Pretend you’re in front of the damn drum set. Here are your tom toms,” he said moving your hands to the left and right.

“Your snare drum is here, and your cymbals are here,” he said stretching your arms in the opposite directions. “Now play what I taught you before,” he demanded. “Um,” you glanced at him. “I, uh, I kind of forgot?” you replied.

“Fine,” he growled, guiding your hands to where the “pretend” drums and tom toms were and going through the motions of the song. “There, now show me,” he said. “Okay?” you replied, repeating what he had just done although your mind soon drifted back to mushrooms.

Katsuki raised his eyebrow when he noticed that familiar dreamy look on your face. Your hands slowed and eventually fell onto your lap. He sighed and leaned back. Frankly, you meant a lot to him. However, he couldn’t help but feel jealous at the fact that your thoughts were filled with damn mushrooms instead of him.

He scowled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you back and onto your side. “What are you doing!?” you cried. “Pff, oh you’re finally back huh!? Not daydreaming anymore?” he replied, and you weren't sure if he was angry or just teasing you.

The heat of his body and his hot breath against your ear made you squirm causing him to tighten his grip. “Let me go!” he chuckled. “I finally have your attention, why would I let you go?” he pressed a few kisses to the side of your neck, making you squeal in response.

“Katsuki!” you shouted before being silenced by his hand. You turned, looking at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. “Don’t shout my name dumbass! You want everyone to hear!?” he snapped, baring his teeth at you.

You knit your eyebrows and reach up, forcing his hand away from your mouth. “What time is it?” you asked. “Are people sleeping?” you added. Katsuki sighed and reached for his phone, checking the time. “I should probably head to my room and sleep too if that’s the case,” you said, trying to remove his arm from around your waist.

“You’re gonna sleep here tonight,” he replied lowering his phone with a snarl. “What!?” you exclaimed. “What did I just say!?” he screamed back, ironically knowing he was doing the very opposite of what he told you to do and that others probably heard him.

“If I let you sleep alone, you’re going to spend all night thinking about those damned mushrooms again and get no sleep! So shut up and get comfortable,” he said before nuzzling the back of your head. For a moment you wondered if there was an alternative motive to this.

Did he actually want you to sleep with him? Was he feeling lonely or truly concerned about your sleeping habits? “We have that damned training exercise tomorrow, so you need rest,” he said, making you pout. You had forgotten that you had a training exercise, against Class B no less.

You sighed in defeat and although you weren’t sure how you’d sleep with Katsuki’s arms wrapped around you, this wasn’t anything new. The two of you shared simple moments like this many times and you loved being this close to him.

It made you feel safe, wanted, and normal. Yes, everyone had their own version of normal, but Katsuki was the first to accept the way you were and while he still made comments about your mushroom obsession, you knew he wasn’t planning to leave you anytime soon.

Katsuki had a certain way about him. While most viewed him as “an angry boy” he was also organized, creative, and only played by his own rules when he saw fit. One of which was waking up an hour before class started which you struggled with considering you weren’t much of a morning person.

“Did we really have to wake up this early!?” you whined, walking into the kitchen with him. “Quiet!” he snapped, opening the fridge to pull out a carton of eggs and then the cabinet for a bag of rice. You pouted and crossed your arms. “I hate waking up early!” you declared ignoring his glare.

“Do you want breakfast or not!?” he snapped, and you rolled your eyes. “Of course, I do!” you replied, sitting on the counter stool. Guess it was pleasant to have a boyfriend that could cook, and Katsuki’s cooking was delicious, maybe even worth waking up early for.

The rest of the morning seemed to go by fast, as usual, you wrapped yourself around Katsuki’s arm as the two of you walked to Yuuei and he pulled you along whenever you happened to spot a mushroom or two on the ground.

In class, you kept swinging your legs back and forth and focusing your gaze out the window when you daydreamed. As a result, you got scolded by the teachers. While most of them let you off with a warning, Mr. Yamada was the only one that gave you some sound advice.

“Get your head in the game girlie! You have training next, ya dig? Can’t be a hero if ya can’t stay focused!” This was followed by several rapid pokes to your forehead. As luck would have it, while you were competing against Class B, you were doing it in pairs, and Katsuki and you happened to be paired up by chance.

That excited you enough, but finding out you were competing against Kinoko Komori or “Shemage” sent you over the top. Not only did her quirk allow her to grow mushrooms at will, but her costume made her look like a mushroom. Frankly, you thought it was the cutest thing.

“I can’t believe it!” you squealed, dancing on your toes with your arms pressed against your chest. Katsuki growled, from his position on his knees crouched behind one of the many metal pipes that made up Ground Gamma.

“Shut it or you’ll give our location away, damn it!” he said, looking around paranoidly. “I can’t help it!” you said, cupping your flushed face. “We’re versing Shemage! And her cute little mushrooms!” you declared, yet again squeaking happily.

“Yeah, we’re also versing Lizardy, so keep your eyes out!” he demanded, once again scanning the area. He had fought against her before and while nobody was a real challenge for him, he had to switch to more tactical thinking when versing her given her quirk was tricky.

“Pff, I’m not interested in fighting her,” you replied, waving Katsuki’s words away. “What the hell do you mean you’re not interested!? It’s a damn verse match, dumbass!” he snapped, with his hair standing on end and his eyes blazing against his black mask.

You pouted and crossed your arms. “I just want to see Shemage’s cute mushrooms!” you stated, stomping your foot against the ground. You were completely unaware of the impending danger coming your way until you felt two hands grab at your ankles.

Before you could react, you were dragged away. You let out a scream and dug your nails into the concrete metal floor. However, this did not slow you down and you grunted as you were pulled between the numerous cranes and pipelines.

“Hey, get back here!” you heard Katsuki’s voice echo followed by his explosions. When you finally stopped, you groaned and turned over, feeling how tender the front of your body was. You clenched your jaw, staring at the sky or what was visible through the piping.

“So, you wanna see Shemage huh?” came Setsuna’s voice before numerous body parts materialized in front of you. Her hands grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as she loomed over you. “Well, you can see my cute face instead!” she laughed.

You looked at her with wide eyes. This whole situation was unexpected, and as usual, your oblivious nature was to blame. Seriously, is something wrong with you? Well other than the obvious. You needed to focus now more than ever, even if mushrooms were still on your mind.

“I don’t want to see your cute face!” you replied, trying to break free of her grip. You grunted, struggling to bring your leg up and kick her in the face. “Hey, dumbass!” Katsuki’s voice came closer this time and his explosions reflected off the metal landscape surrounding you, temporarily irritating your vision.

“Get away from her! Damn it!” he growled, using his quirk to propel himself toward you and Setsuna. “DIE!” he screamed, and a frightening chill ran through you knowing what he would do. While you trusted that he knew better than to hurt you, the fact was that he got competitive during training exercises and disregarded rules.

However, instead of feeling the heat and pain from the explosion, you felt the impact of it clashing against something else. You also felt the vibrations of it rattle through Ground Gamma. You took this chance to kick Setsuna off of you and staggered to your feet.

That's when your nose caught the scent of burnt mushrooms accompanied by smoke that billowed through the air. You coughed, waving your hand in front of your face before realizing what was in front of you...a giant pile of mushrooms.

“What the hell!?” Katsuki snapped, landing on the ground roughly. “Heh, thanks to your quirk's humidity, my mushrooms can grow rapidly!” Your head immediately turned to the source of the voice, and you gasped when you saw Shemage.

Before you could register your actions, you wrapped your arms around her and nuzzled the top of her mushroom-shaped hat. “Jeez,” Setsuna hissed, rubbing her sore face. “You have some kick,” she commented, before realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Uh…” she watched as Kinoko tried her hardest to pry you off her which caused mushrooms to grow across your skin, but you squealed in delight at this. “What the hell is wrong with your girlfriend!?” Setsuna shouted as Katsuki ground his teeth together.

“None of your damn business!” He snapped in reply before stomping over to you and Kinoko. “Get the hell off her! She's our enemy!” he demanded, grabbing your arm but you whined in retaliation. “You’re never going to get her off that way,” Setsuna commented, with her hands on her hips.

“You have any other damn suggestions!?” Katsuki snapped, trying to ignore the mushrooms growing across his hands. “Well, I don’t know what her obsession with mushrooms is but…” she looked at Kinoko with a smirk. “Let’s win this!” she declared.

The world around you was muted because all you cared about was being close to the cutest-looking mushroom girl, that could create them at will. What more could someone want? Kinoko smiled and nodded before looking at Katsuki who clenched his jaw.

“Damn it!” He wanted to win but couldn't leave you behind. He growled and grabbed the top of your head, curling his fingers into your hair and forcing you to turn your head. Mushrooms continued to grow across his skin and yours, but you failed to notice this until your eyes were forced to look at him.

“Snap out of it! I’m your damn boyfriend, pay attention to me!” he screamed into your face, and for once you seemed to acknowledge what he wanted. You removed your arms from around Kinoko who then used her quirk at full capacity.

Mushrooms grew across the ground, covering your shoes and ankles and decorating the metal poles with a variety of colors that reflected off the sunlight and created colorful hues. “Eh?” Katsuki raised his eyebrow, looking around as if he was in a foreign place.

“Oh wow,” you said, folding your hands in front of you as you approached Katsuki who turned his head back. “What the hell are you looking at!?” he snapped before realizing mushrooms were still sprouting across his arms and chest, and one mushroom was sticking out of the tip of his nose.

“You look so cute!” you screamed before pouncing on him and knocking him off his feet. “Get off me!” he snapped, but you remained sprawled on top of him, kissing one side of his cheek while cupping the opposite. Setsuna and Kinoko both exchanged a puzzling look before smiling.

“I think I’ll stick around and watch this,” Setsuna said, and Kinoko nodded in agreement. Your lips were sore by the time the teachers pulled the two of you apart. Katsuki’s hands were slightly burned because he had overused his quirk trying to get you off him and destroy the mushrooms that surrounded you.

Class B won the training exercise. This was a major hit to Katsuki’s ego and after you had time to process your actions, you felt embarrassed and shameful. You knew how much victory meant to him, and he refused to talk to you until the two of you were getting ready for bed.

You frowned and curled your hands in your lap while waiting for Katsuki to return from the bathroom. You sighed, leaning over, and cupping your face. ‘What is wrong with me?’ you thought, being critical of yourself. Your feet kicked against Katsuki's bedframe because, as usual, you couldn’t sit still.

Was that another problem you had? Was it normal to be this distracted and absent-minded? This obsessed with mushrooms!? It was your fault that you lost the match today. However, in your defense, you didn’t know you’d be facing someone that literally created the very thing you were obsessed with.

You frowned, feeling your eyes water over. This constant internal argument was annoying. You raised your head when you heard the door open, and Katsuki stepped through. He narrowed his eyes, immediately feeling the saddened atmosphere in the air. Maybe it was his fault.

He was harsh on you after you lost the training round, but he sensed something else was bothering you. Turning away, you took a deep breath and sighed. “Look about today-” Katsuki walked over, and slammed his hand over your mouth making you jump.

“Hm?!” You looked at him, eyes still glistening and filled with sadness. “It’s already over don’t worry about that stupid match,” he replied, anger seeping from his voice. He lowered his hand and sat down next to you.

“What the hell else is bothering you, eh!?” he demanded, and while you knew you shouldn’t be surprised, it also sucked that you were so transparent to him. “N-nothing I just-” you crossed your arms, trying to ignore his growl.

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing dumbass!” he snapped, reaching over to grab your chin, and forcing you to look at him. “Tell me right now, damn it. I’m not able to sleep until I know you’re okay,” the fact that he cared so much made a few tears roll down your cheeks, but you quickly wiped them away.

“It’s just…” you sighed. “I sometimes wonder what’s wrong with me, I mean…am I weird? I can’t sit still, I can’t pay attention in class, I love mushrooms so damn much!” you said, again getting that dreamy expression in your eye.

“Uh, I mean of course I don’t love them more than you!” a nervous chuckle left your mouth. “It’s just that uh, well-” his hand clamped over your mouth again. “I get it,” he replied sternly before lowering his hand. “Who the hell cares if you’re weird?” he replied in a serious tone.

“Class isn’t that important, being the best damn hero that you can is, and if anyone talks shit about you, I’ll take care of them,” he promised, while his words were somewhat encouraging you had some minor doubts about your hero abilities.

But you also knew that Katsuki would be there to guide you as well as your teachers. But even your teachers didn’t accept you as Katsuki did. “Feel better yet?” he asked, ruffling your hair. “Mm, I guess,” you replied shrugging. Katsuki seemed satisfied with your answer.

“Come on,” he said, half-heartedly lying down and spreading his arms out. You turned to look at him, and more importantly, the shirt he was wearing. It was colored white with a large red mushroom on it, and a small frog was sitting on top of the said mushroom, smiling.

How did you not notice that when he walked in? Well, at least it made you smile. “Hurry the hell up!” he demanded, knowing you noticed his shirt but refused to comment. “Okay!” you said, happily falling onto him and nuzzling your head against his mushroom-themed shirt.

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[ This was requested by the lovely @todoroki-vivian a while ago. I finally got around to writing it and while it's short, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. The summary is below the banner. ]

[ Most could only dream of having a relationship with a pro hero, but you agreed to be in a "fake" one with Katsuki or "Ground Zero" as he's known by the public. Of course, the funny thing is you had feelings for him, and who could blame you? But what happens when you confess those feelings, will it make or break everything? ]

This situation was unthinkable to most, and it was probably a wonder to society why you were with Katsuki Bakugou otherwise known as "Ground Zero, The Explosive Hero." Of course, nobody knew the dirty little secret behind your relationship which was there was no relationship.

Katsuki came up with the plan, although the explanation that followed it didn't make sense. "What!? This is so my future fans don't try anything, don't you get that!?" By "try anything" you assumed he meant bother him with romantic bullshit seeing as many heroes had fans that sometimes went a little too far.

Then again, you were one of the few people that knew Katsuki wanted a family one day. Still, you couldn't fathom why he chose you to have a "fake" relationship with. But since graduating, he continuously pestered or rather threatened your bodily well-being until you agreed to his twisted idea.

You didn't know what that entailed until the cameras started flashing whenever he saved the day and pulled you close to proclaim his "fake" love for you. This, of course, caused drama and rumors and on more than one occasion the two of you were on the cover of the latest gossip magazine.

It was amazing and yet expected that society would try anything to tear two heroes apart. But again, it was all for pretend so neither of you was affected that much. Well, at least you maintained that persona. The truth is you found yourself falling for the angry boom boom man.

Unfortunately, this was something you had to keep secret. After all, it was unlikely he felt the same way or so you believed. 'It's just pretend...' you constantly reminded yourself, and each and every time you added another crack to your heart which was bound to break.

"Pff," Katsuki shook his head and threw the latest scandalous magazine onto his desk before slumping in his chair. "Jeez, they don't let up do they!?" he exclaimed, closing his eyes, and clenching his teeth. You happened to be standing near the window, looking down at the crowd below.

Every minute or so, you could see the tiniest flash of light. "I guess not," you replied, turning to look at him and briefly forgetting about the paparazzi. It's not like they could get inside and even if they did, Katsuki would take care of them quick.

He growled and stood up from his desk. "Stop looking out the damn window already," he said, walking over. "Heh, unless you want to give them a show," he commented with a smirk, laying his hands on your hips, and pulling you close.

"Mm..." you glanced away, knowing this was just another opportunity he wanted to take to show off. "Do you...like kissing me or something?" you asked, tensing up as you were prepared for his negative reaction.

"Hm?!" he raised his eyebrow. "Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?" he hissed, now clenching his hands by his sides. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it dumbass!" your jaw tightened, and you looked toward the floor.

"No that's not what I..." you sighed. "Nevermind," you pushed against his chest and walked to the door. He blinked, somewhat surprised by your reaction. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!" he demanded, and you almost didn't want to answer him.

"Out," you replied, making him frown. "Pff, there's nothing but a bunch of damn paparazzi out there," he said, pointing to the window. "I just want to be alone right now," you said, wrapping your arms around yourself and glancing away from him.

You knew you didn't deserve to be upset because you were aware of what you were getting into when he first laid out this agreement. You knew you weren't supposed to get attached, but damn...you did anyway. His eyebrows raised and the angry expression that seemed to be permanently glued to his features all but faded.

He curled his hands into fists. "I'm not an idiot you know," he said with a snarl, closing the distance between the two of you. He slammed his hand against the doorframe above your head. "You don't think I can tell when something is wrong with you!?" he snapped.

"So, spit it out already, even if..." he paused, and glanced away. 'Can't believe I have to say this,' he thought, closing his eyes briefly. "Even if this is a damn...fake relationship I...I care about you," he muttered, opening his eyes.

"Mm..." you thought over his words and looked at him, trying to find any hint of doubt in his expression. You sighed and hoped he'd understand. "I...this relationship is..." he raised his eyebrow when you muttered "...nevermind," and slumped your shoulders.

He growled and once again slammed his hand against the doorframe. "Don't just start a damn sentence and end it! If you wanna say something, say it!" he demanded, leaning down to try and get you to look at him but your eyes remained focused on the floor.

Unlike most, you didn't flinch when he yelled at you. But you wondered if this was still him "caring" and knew that if the paparazzi somehow managed to squirm their way into the building and to "Ground Zero's" office, they'd see this as a lover's quarrel.

He waited for your response, but after a few minutes of silence, it was clear he was getting nowhere. "Alright fine!" he turned to sit at his desk. "If you actually wanna talk about this damn 'relationship' then come here," he said and grew annoyed when you refused to look at him.

"I said come here!" he snapped, gesturing to his lap. "You...want me to sit on your lap?" you asked, immediately leaning back when he growled in response. You glanced away again, taking a moment to regain your composure.

"Okay?" chances are he'd get more pissed if you didn't comply and while you had sat on his lap many times before, that was usually when the media was present. Your heart was racing by the time you came to stand in front of him.

"Well, what are you waiting for dumbass!?" he urged with a hiss. "G-give me a second! Jeez," you replied. A deep breath sounded, and you grabbed onto his shoulders, carefully straddling yourself onto his lap. 'This is so awkward,' you thought, and the flushed color of your cheeks gave you away.

"Heh, why are you blushing? You've sat in my lap before, don't act like it's a big deal!" he hissed, and you weren't sure if he was annoyed or making fun of you. Not that it mattered at the moment. You latched onto your bottom lip, digging your fingers into his shoulders remembering his words.

Yes, you wanted to talk about this relationship. But there was no telling how he would react, although you could take a wild guess. Angrily and it was that anger that would cause this relationship to end or continue. Everything aside, as a hero, you needed to tackle your fears head-on.

"You said I could talk about this relationship, right?" you asked, knowing full well the answer. Katsuki growled yet again, opening his mouth to speak but you held your hand up to silence him. "Would it be wrong if feelings got involved?" you might as well soften the blow.

He blinked, knitting his eyebrows together. "Huh? What the hell do you mean?" he asked, clearly confused. You sighed, should you just come out with it? You continued digging your fingers into his shoulders and your stomach twisted with butterflies.

"We agreed to this relationship because you didn't want your hero status to be ruined with romance, right?" you asked, locking eyes with him. He said nothing, but you noted the scowl he was wearing and the way his eyebrows were lowered.

"Yeah, so what if I said that? You gonna throw those damn words in my face now?" he hissed after a few seconds. "I'm not trying to throw anything in your face," you said, pinching the bridge of your nose and sighing loudly.

Katsuki frowned. He knew where this was going, but goddamn he didn't want to hear it. The whole reason he had tried so hard to convince you to be in this "fake" relationship was because he had feelings for you.

Hell if he knew when they started, one day he just saw you as someone...well cool and someone who had what it took to keep up with him. He found himself wanting you and growing aggressive whenever others got close to you.

He wanted you to himself. Yeah, maybe it was deceiving to convince the one you loved to agree to something like this and to use your damn hero career as the excuse behind it. But...maybe he was just afraid of getting his heart broken.

Yeah, even heroes had fears. Get over it. He didn't believe for one instance that you would feel the same way he did. Even now, he could feel his stomach twisting into knots and those damn butterflies were making it hard for him to continue putting up a confident front.

'Damn it!' he growled, knowing there was no use in delaying any further. "Then what are you saying? You got feelings for me!?" he snapped, leaning closer and wrapping his arms around you to ensure you couldn't escape or climb off his lap.

Your eyes widened and your heart accelerated and yet felt heavy. Your cheeks were rosy red, and your mind was blank. What the hell were you supposed to say? You tried taking a deep breath but ended up choking.

"Heh," he grinned and reached up, slipping his fingers through the back of your hair. "Well, guess you're in fucking luck then," he replied, leaning closer. "Huh? What do you mean?" you asked, making his happy face drop.

"What do you mean what do I mean!?" he snapped, and those fingers in your hair grew tighter forcing your head back. "I like you too dumbass!" he snapped before turning away and releasing his grip. "I..." he sighed, taking a deep breath.

"I've liked you for a while now, got that!?" he hissed, feeling embarrassed for having admitted such a stupid thing. Jeez, why were feelings so complicated? You blinked, your lips hanging open in shock. He smirked, finding amusement in your expression.

"Didn't think I knew you liked me too, huh?" he crossed his arms. Okay, so maybe he didn't really know until a few moments ago. But when he thought about it your actions gave you away. He noticed how flushed you'd get after he kissed you, and how you'd stare at him in awe when you thought he wasn't looking.

It's almost too bad he didn't get the opportunity to tease you back then, but he sure as hell could now. He continued to smirk and once again grabbed the back of your head. "But I'm not sure if your feelings are true. Why not prove your-damn-self to me?" he demanded.

"Hm!?" you tried to lean back, but his hand kept your head in place. "I..." you glanced away, feeling your cheeks continue to grow hot. Katsuki frowned and shoved your head forward, causing you to yelp. He pressed his forehead against yours, and with a vicious growl said, "Just kiss me already, idiot!"

You would have complied if not for the fact that he initiated the request and roughly pressed his lips against yours. He was always a little dominant and made you feel weak. "Mm..." your eyelids lowered, and your hands slid down to his chest.

You leaned back, turning your head to the side to break the kiss. Katsuki didn't seem so happy about that and tried to force your head forward again, but you kept your hands firmly pressed against him. "W-wait a minute!" you pleaded, making him sigh.

"What!?" he responded, clearly eager for more intimacy. "So...does this mean that you...want to start dating?" you asked sheepishly, trying to ignore how he rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah," he replied nonchalantly, releasing his hold on your hair before leaning back.

"But you better be ready to handle what comes our way," he warned, and you chuckled in response. "I think I've been handling it just fine," Katsuki glanced at his desk. "Oh yeah?" he asked, reaching for his phone. "Then how about we make it official?" his tone was coated with amusement.

You looked at his phone and then back at him. "Wait...you don't mean-" he grabbed the back of your head, pulling you close. "I want to share this moment with the world, heh let's make some fuckers jealous," he said, refusing to give you time to respond before he once again slammed his lips against yours.

Most heroes had social media accounts, and Katsuki rarely used his. But he knew that if he posted a picture of him kissing his partner, it would give him more attention than those other sorry heroes and the chance to brag that he had the type of relationship most of them could only dream of.

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[ This is a continuation of this request. I know I promised that I would write a part II ages ago because that's what all of you voted on. But better late than never! Here you go, I hope you enjoy it. Fair warning: I wrote this with the perspective of the reader taking medication to help their 'disorder' and I suppose you might want to skip reading this if you're sensitive to topics of medication and disorders. Requested Tag -> @canthebest1. Also tagging -> @kazuumii since this is a continuation of the request they requested. ]

[ You made the foolish decision to hide your "disorder" from Katsuki after receiving medication for it. Despite that, he and a few others noticed something was off about you. Katsuki is determined to change your mind when he discovers what you have been hiding from him. ]

When the doctor announced the diagnosis, your world crumbled, and darkness fell over you. Your mind raced with thoughts of your classmates, your teachers, your future goals as a hero, and more importantly, what Katsuki would think. You briefly considered hiding this from him.

Since he already yelled at you for not paying attention daily, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, right? Despite what you thought, the pills prescribed by the doctor caused a drastic change in you, so that it was immediately apparent that you weren't the same person.

When the next school morning came, your stomach was churning into knots, but somehow your focus seemed heightened, yet forced. Everything and everyone passed by you in slow motion, almost as if you were outside of your body.

As soon as Katsuki saw you, he knew something was wrong. First, you didn't smile, and second, you distanced yourself from him and your friends. What was most critical was that you had not mentioned mushrooms. Just what the hell is going on?

It wasn’t often that you kept things from him, and damned if he didn’t notice all the stares you were getting. To avoid being distracted during school, he waited to address what was wrong with you until after the day was over.

After the bell rang and everyone rushed to their lockers, he approached you. “What the hell is wrong with you!?” He snapped, slamming your locker shut. Your eyes filled with uncertainty as you looked at him, and he noticed that the familiar light that shone in them was gone.

Clenching his jaw, he felt like he was looking at a damn zombie. “What is wrong with you!?” He yelled again, grasping your shoulders, and shaking you. The students passing by with questionable expressions were completely ignored by him.

“Uh K-Kacchan, I don’t think…” Izuku tried to approach but froze when Katsuki glared at him. “Mind your own business, you damn Deku!” You looked over at Izuku, who was now holding his hands up in fear. “I-I'm sorry, Kacchan, but…” He looked at you, frowning at your appearance.

“I…I think something is wrong with Y/n and y-you…you can’t just shake her l-like that…you need to s-show her you care!” Katsuki growled and guided you to stand behind him as he towered over Izuku with a menacing snarl.

“Mind your damn business!” He seized Izuku's uniform, pulling him close as he glared at him. “Got that!?” While still terrified of his childhood friend, Izuku learned when to channel his inner hero, and it was that inner hero who reached up to grab Katsuki's hand.

He narrowed his eyes, his eyebrows slanted as he pulled said hand away from him. “I know…y-your relationship with Y/n is your b-business but…y-you’re not the only one w-who cares about her,” he looked past Katsuki, staring at you with suspicious eyes.

Despite not knowing what was wrong with you, everyone agreed on one thing. You didn't seem like yourself. “I-if you or Y/n ever n-need help, you know we h-have your back,” he said, turning to leave. However, he couldn't help but think about all the possibilities that could lead to such a drastic change in personality.

“Mmm...” He tapped his chin as he walked to his locker, his mind so occupied he barely noticed Tenya and Uraraka. “Hi, Deku!” Uraraka waved cheerfully in greeting. “Ah yes, Midoriya,” Tenya said, raising his hand before he began chopping it through the air.

“I hope you had a successful and educational day! I believe our training exercise was the most intriguing yet!” he exclaimed, but Izuku did not answer, and he and Uraraka exchanged worried glances. “Uh, Deku?” Uraraka asked, reaching over to touch his shoulder.

“Hm?” Izuku turned his head, looking at her confused. “Heh,” she chuckled, “glad to see you’re there.” Tenya stepped forward. “Is something troubling you, Midoriya?” He questioned. Yes, Izuku had periods of intense thinking, but this was different.

It looked like he was troubled. Although Izuku tried to offer his friends a sympathetic smile, it didn't last, and he knew lying to them would be a waste of time. Even though he wouldn't, sometimes people keep troubles to themselves for good reasons.

The question was, why were you? He sighed, looking at them both. “T-there's something wrong with Y-Y/n,” he said. “Oh, you guys noticed it too?” The group turned to see Eijirou and beside him Tsuyu. “Heh, I thought it was just me for a second,” the redhead confessed, rubbing his neck.

Tsuyu nodded, “Ribbit, it's just strange how Y/n's been acting today,” she noted with a hand on her chest. “I hope whatever’s wrong with her isn’t because she had a fight with Bakugou, either way...” she turned to look at Katsuki who was gathering your things. “I hope they’re okay.”

Eijirou nodded. “Me too, but what do you think is wrong?” he asked frowning. “Mm…I don’t know but I’m sure we’ll find out. Can't lose hope, right?” Uraraka offered encouraging words while Izuku reached for his phone. “Hm?” Tenya noticed this and leaned over Izuku’s shoulder.

“Midoriya, do you have anything to share?” Izuku remained silent, his fingers tapping along the phone's screen. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and looked up at everyone. “Do you guys think…maybe there's something else at play here?” as expected, he was met with puzzled expressions.

Tenya tapped his chin a few times before asking, “Would you please elaborate, Midoriya?” Katsuki grumbled as he continued to pull you along. In addition to his backpack, yours was hanging from his opposite shoulder as the two of you made your way to the Height’s Alliance buildings.

Izuku's words continued to echo in his head, causing him to scowl. ‘I-if you or Y/n ever n-need help…we h-have your back.’ Damn, it made him angry. That damn Deku is always sticking his nose in other people’s business. Right now, you were his top priority, and he would teach Deku a lesson later.

It was unclear to you why Katsuki was angry or why he seemed hurried earlier. You remained silent and allowed him to pull you to the shared dormitory building's front door. However, he stopped short and turned to look at you.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and after staring at him for a minute, you complied. As he slid off his and your bookbags to place them on the step, he sighed and leaned back, taking a deep breath. The truth is, he didn't want to start asking you questions or expressing his opinions until he knew for sure what was wrong.

“Hey,” he said, you hummed in response and noticed that he looked a bit worried almost as if he were hesitant to speak. The twist in his stomach caused him to feel uneasy. It was hard for him to share his emotions, even with you.

Still, he would be lying if he said he wasn't concerned about your relationship and your state of being. He took a deep breath. “Are you tired of us? Because you haven't been yourself today…even the extras noticed it!” You blinked a few times before shrugging. “Everything is…fine,” you replied despite feeling worried.

You didn't want anyone, not even Katsuki, to know you were taking medication for ADHD. Imagine his disappointment if you did. So maybe it was best to keep it a secret for now, but apparently, it was close to being revealed. Has this medication really made a difference in you?

You certainly didn't feel like yourself if you're being honest. Katsuki grunted and grabbed your uniform tie, pulling you toward him. His eyes locked on yours as he snarled at you. “Don’t lie to me, damn it!” He almost felt relieved when he saw your eyes widen, but it was short-lived because you immediately turned away.

“Sorry,” you said, and Katsuki loosened his grip on your tie and looked away. “Tch…” he said. Yawning, you rubbed your eyes. “I’m sleepy,” he stiffened. “What the hell do you mean you’re sleepy?!” Again, he pulled you close, his hand shaking as it tightened around your tie.

“Mmm…” you said before laying your head on his shoulder, causing him to stiffen again. “What the hell?” he murmured but remained still as you closed your eyes. Once he heard your soft snores, he wondered how you could be this sleepy at this time.

He glanced at your backpack before slowly reaching for it. Taking care not to awaken you, he unzipped it without making any sudden movements. Apart from notebooks and pencil pouches, he couldn't find anything else in it. “Damn it!” he growled and decided to check the front pouch of your backpack instead.

“Huh?” He pulled out a small orange container filled with white pills that looked suspicious. As he knitted his eyebrows, he felt his heart race and his stomach twist from anger. “There’s no damn way she…” He turned the pill bottle in his hand, reading the label which only added to his anger.

Clenching his teeth, he tightened his grip around the bottle so hard that cracks started to appear. Despite you being asleep, on his shoulder no less, he glared at you. He felt betrayed, why hadn't you told him you were taking pills? Is there a reason why you kept this from him?

After he scraped his teeth together, he tried to take a deep breath to calm himself. He knew deep down that he couldn't figure out this explanation if he was angry at you. Instead, he shoved the pill container into his pocket and shook his shoulder, waking you up. “Hm?” You fluttered your eyes open.

“W-what…I'm sleepy,” you said. “Yeah, yeah, but dumbass you can’t-” he stopped himself and shook his head. “You…can’t sleep out here, come on…I’ll carry you inside if I have to,” before you could even protest, he stood up and roughly scooped you into his arms.

“H-hey!” You exclaimed, your voice still sleepy and raspy. “Shut it!” He shouted as he walked inside, grumbling. Your backpacks that were left outside stayed there. “You're too sleepy to do anything about it anyway,” he said, and while he wasn't wrong, you couldn't help but feel offended.

“Hm…” you pouted, remaining silent, resting your head on his shoulder, and once again falling asleep. After hearing your snores, Katsuki laid you down gently on the bed as soon as he reached your room. Then he cupped your cheek and brushed a few strands of hair away from your face.

He looked at you with a sad but concerned expression that would make anyone else stop and stare in disbelief. Despite his lack of caring nature, he was different when it came to you. He didn't want you to be hurt, and he didn't want you on medication either.

Yet, he didn't know why you were on medication! Yes, the damn bottle said, 'Attention Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder', but so what!? Did that justify you not being yourself? Curling his free hand into a fist, he growled softly.

To begin with, there was nothing wrong with you, and even if there was, there was something wrong with every damn extra on the planet. Pulling his hand away from your cheek, he swallowed hard and leaned down. “Damn…dumbass…” he muttered before kissing your lips gently and leaving your room.

Once again, he clenched the bottle of medication as he stomped down the hallway. As if he were about to embark on a dangerous mission, his eyes narrowed, and his body stiffened. Moving toward the bathroom, he shoved Eijirou aside who was currently waiting for said bathroom to be available.

“Open the damn door!” Katsuki demanded, slamming his fist against it. “Whoa there Bakugou, what’s the rush?” Eijirou asked, chuckling nervously before offering his friend a smile. Katsuki growled and turned to him. “Mind your own damn business!” He snapped before turning back to the bathroom door.

“I said hurry the hell up!” He growled again, banging rapidly on the door while Eijirou looked on in a state of confusion. “Hey!” He grabbed the blond's wrist and hardened his skin. It was impossible to predict what Katsuki would do or why he was so angry. Alternatively, maybe it had to do with you.

After all, your boyfriend must know what's wrong with you, right? Eijirou frowned and locked eyes with Katsuki but continued to hold his wrist tightly. “Is Y/n okay?” He was caught off guard by the redhead's question. “Huh?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Just why the hell are you asking that!?” He demanded, stepping forward and glaring at Eijirou. Did you tell a damn extra something before him!? His feelings were difficult to describe, but he was distracted when Izuku's head poked out of the bathroom door.

“Tch, of course, it was you, damn Deku. Move it!” he snapped, turning around, and grabbing Izuku by the collar of his shirt. “Ah, w-wait Kacchan!” Katsuki threw him to the floor and walked into the bathroom without closing the door.

The bottle of medication was still in his opposite hand, and he tussled the contents inside one last time. When Izuku and Eijirou heard the clinking noise, they looked at each other before peeking inside the bathroom.

“Uh heh…” Eijirou spoke first, “Bakugou, w-what have you got there?” He asked, knowing Katsuki would react in anger. “None of your business!” He snapped before twisting off the cap. “Hm?” Izuku’s eyes widened as Katsuki held it above the toilet with the intention of emptying it.

“W-wait!” He called, holding his hand out toward his childhood friend who glared at him in return. “What!?” He snapped, “Damn Deku…” he added. Despite being a little nervous, Izuku walked into the bathroom, followed by Eijirou.

“I-is that m-medication?” he asked, stumbling backward when Katsuki snapped, “So what if it is!?” Eijirou, being the natural protector he is, stepped between Izuku and Katsuki. “Hey, heh…let’s all take a breather, yeah?” He suggested waiting a few seconds before speaking again.

“Why do you have medication?” His eyes were fixed on Katsuki, who gritted his teeth in response but seemed a little less irritable with Eijirou and crossed his arms, still holding the bottle in question. “Tch…” he snarled, feeling anger but then the image of you popped into his head.

He preferred to keep what happened and your relationship between the two of you, then again everyone noticed the sudden change in you, and more than likely, those damn extras thought he was responsible for your drastic behavior change.

He knew he didn't have to prove anything to anyone, except that he would be the number one hero one day, but a small part of him knew that asking for help from…others, at least when it came to you, might be best. So, with that in mind, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I found them in Y/n’s backpack, alright!?” He growled, ignoring Izuku and Eijirou as they paused and looked at each other. Izuku clenched his fists and frowned. “So…t-that’s why she’s been acting…l-like…” How could he even describe how you acted?

Eijirou mirrored Izuku's expression. He felt angry, sad, concerned…and…and…“Why would she be on medication!?” Izuku was caught off guard by his sudden exclamation, while Katsuki responded, “How the hell should I know?” He uncrossed his arms and looked away from the two.

“She didn’t tell me anything, the dumbass just…started acting like a damn zombie,” he lifted the opened bottle of medication to his face, scanning the label again. “Because of this stupid…medication,” he still didn’t understand why you didn’t tell him.

Nonetheless, at least he could find peace in the fact you hadn't told anyone else you decided to take medication or at least that's what he could gather from Izuku and Eijirou's cluelessness. Oh, and the fact that they all had the same question.

Why were you taking medication? “W-well…Y/n does act…” Izuku flinched when Katsuki glared at him, knowing that it wasn't wise to speak ill of you, but he looked to Eijirou as if begging for advice. “Mm,” the redhead nodded, almost as if reading the other’s mind and looked at Katsuki.

“I think Midoriya means that Y/n acts weird,” he said, looking away. “But…that shouldn’t have mattered to her, and it doesn’t matter to us because we accept Y/n for who she is!” He exclaimed, raising his fist in the air and Izuku nodded in agreement.

After a few seconds, Eijirou frowned and lowered his hand to his side. Looking down, he knitted his eyebrows. “But maybe she doesn’t accept herself?” he suggested before looking at Katsuki who scowled back. “What the hell is that supposed to mean!?” He asked, stepping towards Eijirou who hardened his skin.

“Easy there,” he replied, “I just meant that Y/n may have taken medication because she thought something was wrong with the way she acted before.” He looked at Izuku, “Sometimes people do things to better themselves when it’s actually harmful, right?” Izuku nodded again.

“M-maybe there is another way we c-can help Y/n,” he tentatively suggested. “Yeah!” Eijirou announced, approaching Katsuki. “In the meantime, I don’t think throwing away her medication is a good idea, but…” He laid a hand on Katsuki's shoulder with a determined look.

“We’ll do whatever we can to help Y/n, we have your back Bakubro,” he said with a smile. Katsuki clenched his teeth tightly. Damn it, he didn't want to accept help. He wanted to convince you on his own that you didn't need these damn pills, but…perhaps if things didn't go well between you, he would appreciate some support.

He took a deep breath and said, “Fine,” as he lowered the bottle. “But your dumbasses better not do anything before I talk to Y/n, got that!?” He snapped, startling them both. “Heh, uh right…” Eijirou said, holding his hands up while Izuku nodded.

Putting the cap back on the medication, he stomped out of the bathroom. He already knew that you were in for a surprise tomorrow because the two of you wouldn’t leave your room until you agreed to stop taking these pills.

“Mm,” you flutter your eyes open as you turn over in bed. The throbbing in your head made you groan lightly. Pressing your hand against your forehead, you sat up. “Tch, have a damn headache?” In a panic, you almost fell out of bed and snapped your head toward where the voice came from.

When you realized it was Katsuki sitting on a chair across from your bed with his arms crossed, your fear was replaced with a sense of calm. “Oh hey!” You replied, waving at him enthusiastically, and to your surprise, he smiled.

He was relieved to see you being yourself again, even though he wasn't a sappy romantic. “Finally, you're yourself again, huh?” He said, arching his eyebrows. “What do you mean?” You asked, tilting your head to one side. Your response only angered him.

Standing up from the chair, he screamed, “What the hell do you mean what do I mean?!” he glared at you. “Is your memory affected by those damn pills too?” he questioned. “W-what!?” You replied, flushed with embarrassment, and feeling your heart sink in your chest.

You felt guilty, but in addition, there was a hint of betrayal. “How do you know about that!?” You responded frantically. He glared at you for a few seconds before reaching into his pocket and pulling out your bottle of medication. Your eyes widened and you got up from your bed.

“How did you get that?!” You demanded, dancing on your toes and while it would be an amusing display for some, Katsuki narrowed his eyes. “You were so out of it yesterday that you fell asleep on the front step of the dorm dumbass…” He explained, walking over to you, and leaning down to your height.

“After that, I looked through your bookbag, everyone knows you weren't acting like yourself, and now I know why, these stupid pills some damn extra convinced you to take,” he said, shaking the bottle. Before you could say anything in your defense, he clasped a hand over your mouth.

“Mm!?” While you tried to lick his palm to make him pull away, he wasn't so easily fooled. “Just why the hell didn’t you tell me?! Huh?! You trying to keep secrets from me!?” He demanded, staring at you so intensely that the room itself was filled with thick tension.

As you shook your head frantically, his hand fell from your mouth. “It’s not like that!” You shouted, rapidly waving your arms, while Katsuki continued to glare at you. Shrugging, you sighed dramatically.

“The way I acted in general and the way I talked about cute mushrooms seemed to annoy you,” his face fell at your confession. “Yeah, I know you said you accepted me, and it wasn't a problem, but…” you hissed and drew your bottom lip into your mouth.

“Ah!” you shouted after a minute. “Maybe I just wanted to see what it would be like to be…” You tilted your head from side to side. “You know…” you stated, shrugging, and looking away from him while swaying back and forth on your toes.

He grabbed your wrist and yanked you forward making you cry out. “If you’re going to say ‘normal’ then you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought!” He snapped. “Who the hell cares if you’re normal or not!? You don’t need these damn pills!” he said, shaking the bottle again.

“And the fact you kept it secret from me confirms that,” he added, making you pout. “But…they might help with-” He growled. “What did I just say!?” He violently bared his teeth. “The only thing they helped you with was becoming a zombie, and…” he glanced away.

He didn't want to admit what Izuku and Eijirou said, but it seemed that you wouldn't listen to him alone, so maybe he should mention it. He sighed. “Look,” he said releasing your wrist. “That…damn Deku and spikey-haired idiot noticed the way you acted yesterday, and they didn't like it, nobody did!”

He threw the bottle of pills to the floor. He'd stomp on them if he could, but that wouldn't help things now. He needed to convince you that you didn't need them first. “So, if you thought taking these damn pills would make extras accept you, that's not happening,” he said, crossing his arms.

“They already accept you for who you are dumbass a-and…” He grumbled, in disbelief that he was about to say this. “It's…hard to get support like that, okay!?” He took a breath and held his hand out to you. In response, you tilted your head and looked at it as though you were unfamiliar with it.

“So…damn it, you’re fine…and if you need any help I…we’ll do everything we can, just don’t take that damn medication anymore, and…” he noticed you were still staring at his hand. “Mm…” you looked at him, thinking over his words.

In a way, your mind felt clearer, and your normal thoughts flowed freely. “Heh,” you smiled even as he impatiently flexed his fingers and demanded, “Take my hand already!” Instead of doing as he requested, you jumped on him. His body stiffened in response, and he leaned back, trying to compensate for your sudden action.

Wrapping your arms around him, you laughed lightly but heard him growl. “Get off!” he yelled. “We’re going to be late for school, dumbass,” luckily his conversation with you wasn't as long as he anticipated. You pouted, “I don’t want to go to school.”

Katsuki frowned before carrying you to the bed. “Get dressed!” He said as you released your hold on him and plopped down on said bed. That pout still decorated your lips, but he remained unphased and crossed his arms.

Looking at you like a parent would look at their misbehaving child. You blinked and brought your finger up to your mouth. “Can we at least count how many mushrooms we see on our way to school!?” Your hands folded together as though you were begging him.

His eyebrows twitched. “Again, with the mushrooms?!” He snapped, before realizing his mistake. He slumped his shoulders and sighed. When he looked at you, he noted that the familiar light in your eyes was back, and he hoped it would last.

“F-fine, we can…count stupid mushrooms…” he muttered, and before he could react, you wrapped your arms around him again. “Yay! I love mushrooms, they are so cute!” You replied, squeezing him tightly, and although anger flashed across his face, it faded after a few seconds.

Instead, he smiled and slowly embraced you. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. Even though it seemed forced, he was glad you two had reached a compromise. And at least you were yourself, and he'd make damn sure nothing ever changed you again.

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