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bakugoushotwife · 6 months

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kinktober day twenty-one: impact play kink

>>> this right here is my girl dinner. i need him so so so so so so so so so so so so bad like PLEASE bakugou when you see this baby come home the kids miss you 😢

>>> starring: katsuki bakugou x curvy!f!reader >>>cw: fwb to lovers, impact play through spankings, choking, holding your head down, multiple rounds, breeding, one pregnancy comment, jealous katsuki, degradation, praise. >>>wc: 3k >>> event masterlist

you were the most annoying person he’s ever met, and that’s saying something. he would willingly dethrone even himself to crown you the biggest bitch in the entire world. maybe it was because you were a foreign exchange pro-hero sent to mingle and visit for relations between japan and your home country—though you’ve far overstayed your welcome. maybe it was because your quirk seemed to give you some air of importance like you were just as good if not better than everyone else, but either way, you were intolerable—at least he tried to pretend you were.

everyone else was eating you up though, as always. kirishima was dumb enough to follow you around with heart eyes, shouto knew how to play it cool enough—but bakugou knew he was vying for your attention. even shinsou and monoma gathered around to gawk at the way your hero uniform clings to your body like a second skin. they should all be embarrassed. you’re assigned to work at his agency anyway—there was no point in sweet talking you. you belong to him. at least, at work—and he hated it.

it was a special layer of hell to have you at his side. you were bossy, bubbly, and absolutely brilliant. your body was irritatingly perfect. his suit was tight too, you know, and raging boners as he carts around his guest was hardly his ideal patrol. you’re unafraid of getting your hands dirty and you’re even less afraid of him—which he lov—enjoys very much. you match his mouth and have never once backed down, which is probably why he’s so perplexed and fascinated and for the lack of better word—or maybe just the right one—obsessed with you.

you’re smart enough to know it, too. you smile extra big when you bring him breakfast every morning and you perch at the edge of his desk just to hear him grumble at you. you let him kiss you and feel your body, but you don’t let him call you his. you aggravate him on purpose, enjoying the way his eye twitches and his nose scrunches before he starts tearing you a new one. you know very well the effect you have on katsuki bakugou, so why do you toy with him like this instead of just ending his suffering?? why do you let your fan club follow you around in his agency when you could be sitting in his lap making out with him in between mountains of paperwork like usual—but no, you’re being way too flirty with kirishima for his liking.

all well and good, they know better than to touch you—at least he thought they did. but clearly monoma has no idea what lengths bakugou will go to to prove that despite your airy behavior—you’re his and his alone.

as soon as he sees monoma’s arm wrap around your waist, he’s standing in front of you, arms folded over his broad chest and arched eyebrow nearly lost between the spiky tufts of ash blonde hanging over his forehead. he’s waiting for you to denounce the behavior—not because he needs you to, but because he wants to see just how far your brattiness goes. you smile at him with those heart eyes, but ultimately choose to say, “hi dynamight. did you need something?”

oh goddamn, he’s fuming. apparently your brattiness knows no bounds. he can feel the steam pouring out of his ears as he grabs onto your wrist, nodding. “yeah—need my bratty little skank in my office right now.”

“ooh somebody’s madddd.” you giggle, though the other heroes seem surprised that he spoke to you that way. all it does is make your pussy tingle—you’re truly shameless and just as annoying as he claims you are. “don’t worry boys, it’s a loving pet name, i promise.”

he doesn’t let you explain further, deciding he isn’t going to chance you misbehaving. he lifts you up with ease, slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of laundry. the gesture gives you butterflies—by no means are you petite, yet he throws you around like you weigh next to nothing.

you dangle over his back, waving goodbye to all the hopeful toys you’ve used as a means to this end—to drive him so crazy he just has to claim you in front of everyone. and thank god this worked.

see katsuki may act like you’re the problem, but he’s no saint. he has women bowing at his feet now that he’s a six foot four two hundred and fifty pound top of the leaderboards pro-hero—not that he gives them the time of day. the problem is, he wants to be private, or in other words, a secret. you’re not down with that. the paparazzi follow you regardless, what difference does it make if the world knows? it only gives you the right to crush those rude bitches that went to school with bakugou that try to sing their praises now. fans are fans—you hate the other sidekicks and heroes and friends that eye him right in front of you—all because no one knows that you’re a thing.

so if that’s how he wanted to play, you’d make sure you won.

though winning is subjective, and bakugou clearly thinks he’s coming out on top. he stomps to the elevators with you hanging off of him like an accessory, but his anger still bubbles over his face. he grimaces at his peers, his firm grip on your ass should be enough to send a message but he won’t be done there. no, he won’t stop until your screaming is bouncing off every wall of his agency or until he has to pay fines for noise violations and workplace harassment. he won’t stop until you’re broken of your behavior.

the elevator doors aren’t open all the way before he’s sliding out of them, grumbling about your behavior.

“are ya fuckin’ dumb, princess?” he shakes his head, palming your ass. “wh’kinda man ya think i am? just gonna let my bitch flirt with some fuckin’ extras in front of my face? you must not know me very well.”

“big talk, hot shot.” you huff, your voice vibrating a little with each heavy step he took towards his office. you repress your giddiness. “finally change your mind? you want people to know i’m yours now, huh?”

you’re clever. he’ll have to give you that. in his rage, he hadn’t noticed that he all but confirmed those workplace rumors—that this will leak to tmz in a few hours anyway and all his moping and sneaking and stewing over you was pointless. because in the end he is a beast of nature, and can’t handle anyone having even a fraction of what’s his. this is as close as they’ll ever get, he thinks to himself as he shoves you over his desk—not patient enough to fiddle with the zipper of your hero costume. he is a strong enough man to pull it apart though, shredding it to pieces and grunting in approval of your nakedness before him.

“yeah smartass, i changed my mind. gonna make sure everyone knows yer mine.” he groans, so many ideas of how to get you wailing and declaring your love for him rush to his mind. you’re biting your lip already, hoping he has you bent over like this for a reason. you hear his gauntlets clank together on the ground, and you wiggle your behind in the air excitedly.

“don’t threaten me with a good time, daddy..” you giggle, throwing that out to help your case. he knows you’re still bratty, not nearly worn down enough to be his babbling baby girl just yet. he smirks anyways, clever all on his own. his eyes focus on those perfect globes of your ass jiggling before him. you love his hands on you, warmed with his quirk with just enough spark and pressure to turn you to mush in just a few minutes. coincidentally enough he loves turning your ass into a custom painting of his own doing—and you get so noisy when he spanks you, that it’s clearly the best option.

“i’m not threatening, skank.” he pops your ass once, just a touch of warmth to your skin. you jolt forward, humming at the pleasant buzz. “tryin’ to get me all worked up in front of my friends?”

“oh they’re your friends now? i thought they were just extras.” you taunt, stretching your arms out in front of you to lay your face against the cool wood of his desk. his hand grows warmer and a little harder as it hits your ass in the same spot as before, a matching one falling to your other cheek within a second. it makes you squeal out a bit in glee, the sting was addictive.

“both, depending on how i feel—mouthy brat.” he huffs, though he is admittedly amused. he relishes your sweet little moans as he smacks your skin in rapid succession, his hands steadying their heat with each collision. as he smacks harder, your skin broken and bruised in the shape of his hand—you still moan in pleasure, getting louder the harsher he got. “this is all my little whore wanted hah? not’ta be able to sid’down all day?” he chuffs happily, giving you three more harsh smacks in a row, all to the same spot. you’re whining at the top of your lungs, making him smile successfully.

“mhm! yes daddy—jus’ wanted your attention~” you purr, his ownership of you bouncing off the walls and hopefully echoing downstairs to those shitty betas who put their hands all over you—kirishima would be dealt with separately.

his hands are so hot and blistering, the force enough to physically ripple your fat cheeks. it makes tears spring to your eyes and you shake your head in submission, throwing in the towel as your skin welts up before his lidded eyes. he slides warm fingers between your legs, swiping at your cunt. he cackles at the slick dribbling down his fingers when he pulls away.

“soaked. geezus, just from fuckin’ whoopin’ ya.” he licks his teeth, thinking of all the ways he could take you against his desk, but decides to start with a little reprieve for you. his suit is peeled back effortlessly, curved hard on gathering all the slick that littered your thighs and dripped from your pretty hole. “ain’t even gotta finger ya open, bet my greedy princess has been plannin’ this all day, hah?”

you can’t restrain your confirming giggle, your head already in the clouds just from his handling. it was moderately embarrassing how easy it was for him to work you up, but he supposed that was some sort of payback for how easily you consume his every waking thought—and some of the sleeping ones too.

he chuckles, kicking your legs a little wider so he can take you just like this. you gasp in excitement, smiling greedily as his tip catches on your clit before dipping to your entrance and back again. he played your game, so you could play his and beg like he wants you to.

“stop teasin’ me daddy.” you pout, tossing him that soft stare over your shoulder—the very same one that makes his heart stop each and every time. it will never get old, clearly. “please…been wet for you all day.” you bat your lashes.

fuck, you’re getting it. he puts his hand on the back of your neck and pushes your face to the desk, slipping his girth in your puckering hole without any ceremony. his other hand wraps under your hip to keep you from collapsing as you squeeze down and adjust to him like it’s the first time you’ve ever experienced his length splitting you open. you gasp for breath, straight hot fire melting into a tingling warmth requiring all your concentration.

“oh what’s a matter brat? goin’ quiet on me.” he grins his satisfaction, drilling into you without remorse. you feel him bumping against your womb, tearing at that entrance that he shouldn’t have access to. it hurts, he’s drilling you into jelly and you can only grab at the desk in a vain effort to ground yourself.

on command, your voice returns to you. you cry out your pained pleasure, nails scraping at the desk as every drag of his cockhead against your cervix had you tearing up. you can’t form words, and he doesn’t care. it’s too delicious—you’re too fucking tight for him to control himself, there’s just no way he could hold himself back when you’re so loud and absolutely drenched just to make all this easier on him. he angles one of your legs up on the desk, turning his curved shaft towards your spongy relief. your moans are even sweeter, heat flooding every sense in a mixture of something natural and something influenced by your lover’s quirk.

“yes! yesyesyes ohmygod yes daddy!” you scream, your throat ached from the sheer power behind it, your pretty little pussy kept fluttering around him as it stretches to fit him.

“better not cum. yer gonna hold it.” he commands, smacking some of that tender skin from earlier. you nearly fold at the impact, you whimper at the outrageous demand, shaking your head quickly to tell him you couldn’t possibly hold this back—the way he abuses your cunt was too intense to control your response. “if you cum—“

you can’t listen. it was all his fault anyway—fucking you like that and expecting you to be able to do anything but cream all over him.

“dumb brat.” he sighs, eyes fixated on your drooling hole leaving a pretty white ring of your essence along his shaft and coating his dark pubes. he shoves some of the extra shit off his desk, shoving you all the way on it once it’s barren. he puts you on your back like you’re a doll to position—holding your legs straight in his massive hands. you wince when your ass contacts the cold wood, “ya coulda got off easy—you just keep makin’ it hard on yerself.”

you mewl as he pins your hips to the surface below, his palms splayed across your abdomen—making every poke of his rod feel that much more intense. you grip his forearms; you were nearly crying already—then katsuki moves his hand to your clit, using the heel of his palm to send you into overstimulated jerks. “now you better learn to fuckin’ listen ‘r i’m cummin’ in that trashcan beside ya.” he snorts.

you cry out at the threat, nodding your understanding. what an evil thing to say—he knows you feel that much more complete after getting his load—like he’s giving you all his love and trust without him having to say a thing at all. you can’t let him take away your favorite part, so you clench your thighs and try to think about anything other than the beautiful ridges of his cock sliding in you like you’re nothing but a sleeve for him to use. you try, but his raspy grunts and groans in your ear keep you wailing and clawing at him desperately.

“can’t hold it daddy—too good! too much, pleasepleaseplease~” you cry, eyes screwed shut tight in pleasure as your body bounces around him with every devious pump of his cock. you feel so good to him, every clamp of your walls has him wondering how he hadn’t busted all up in your shit anyway.

“fine. now.” he orders, feeling the rush of your release and his control over you all in the same moment. it’s exhilarating, and you’re so picture perfect that he’s filling you up seconds later, his threat earlier as empty as they come. this was his pussy, and he would fuck it stupid and full and then send you back downstairs to your stupid fan club.

he stays hard, fucking into you relentlessly. hearing your sopping wet cunt squelch from being so full of his load combined with your elicit high pitched moans kept him thrusting like he hadn’t just reached one end.

“think you were getting off that easy, my little skank princess?” he mocks, dragging your limp body to the edge of the desk to give him full control of your hips. “i wanna hear how loud you can go. gonna fill this greedy little cunt up again.”

you nod, feeling his length shove everything deeper—cum so far down you’re sure you’re pregnant already. you wail your sensitivity, a mess of babbles and broken sobs. even as spent as you are, your gorgeous face twisted with satisfaction and your lips still called for him so perfectly. his hand finds it’s way to your throat, curses rolling past his own curved lips at the sputtering breaths you take as your moans turn to squeals. it doesn’t take much more than that, his second spurt just as heavy as his first. he uses his grip on your hips to hold you still, your legs a shaking mess as you went numb a while ago. he stills in you, chest heaving from all his hard work, but he watches you with a satisfied grin.

“gotta set a clothes you can wear. can’t clean up that pussy though—gotta show that off before we go home for round three.” he grunts, kissing your jawline roughly—saving your lips for last. he’s tender here, holding your face in his hands like he’s holding a delicate flower. “want them to see ya all fucked out. ‘s the only way they ever will. ‘m feelin’ generous.”

you struggle for your breath, rolling your eyes at him. you don’t mind the notion—you don’t care if pictures show up in the magazines the next day. all you care about is being his—and winning. though, it’s plenty safe to say you did

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honeesucker · 1 year

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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,244

Series Content Warnings: Slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Warning: just some good ole KirixBaku intimacy / softness in this one.

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo had spent the better part of the next three days after leaving the rescue facility overthinking everything – the layout of his apartment would need to be changed, for instance – made to be safer for a hybrid in a new environment until they adjusted, and also just add things for the hybrid to share in their new home – switching out his office to give the hybrid their own room (Bakugo read that having their own space is important from a mental health perspective, in general for anyone, even more so when healing from trauma). He had already cleared out the spare room, adjusting his own to fit the scant amount of a home office he had to leave the room bare, Bakugo wanted to make sure the hybrid could feel free to choose their own furniture, to fill the room with things they liked and wanted... wanted to make sure that whoever he brought home felt comfortable.

Whoever, Bakugo mused, while an image of you snuggled into Kirishima made his heart clench tightly. That night he had wrapped up the tour and ended up in the common room to see the sight of you curled between his friend and the wolf hybrid... it did something to him – called to some part of him instantly in a way he had never known before... more than his innate desire to protect citizens as a Pro Hero – no, this was something deeper than that. His night was spent tossing and turning in and out of daydreams that bore your face, imagining more of a life than Bakugo knew to hope for – firstly because in his heart his greatest fear being that he wasn’t worthy of safety, of love, of comfort or anything else in a similar vein... he had been an absolute explosive shithead of a child, and while he grew from his experiences, he knew he was still as brash and sharp-edged as ever and his relationships with others over the years bore witness to that truth. The only exception being Kirishima – whose quirk hardened him to the world, and whose soft heart and unending perseverance lent him an upper hand with Bakugo... everything else after that came easy between them as it always had since they were kids, as their relationship grew and transformed into what it was today.

Bakugo’s second fear being one that had him worrying his teeth against the skin of his bottom lip all night until the fragile skin tore, the copper taste of his blood turning his mouth sour – would you want to come home with him? He knew one of the introductory processes in the rehabilitation program was to match the hybrid with the person, and within that list of candidates was a choice: the hybrid held the final say in whether or not they wanted to be placed with whomever met the qualifications and requested their placement with them.

Bakugo didn’t get to introduce himself to you that night, TetsuTetsu had carried your sleeping form back to your room after another ten minutes or so when the tour had ended and Bakugo had given a gentle shake to Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima – who observed a new look on his friend's face – watched as Bakugo watched you; his ears and cheeks were a dusty shade of pink, his eyes softer than he had ever seen them as his friend’s crimson eyes watched you disappear down a hallway.

Bzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzztttt. Bzzzzzzzzzztttt.

Bakugo froze at the sound of the harsh vibration from his phone jarring the silence of his apartment and tearing him out of the hole his thoughts were digging him into. The device sat on the shelf by his entryway where he dropped it after coming in from his morning run, the gentle melodic tinkling sounds of his ringtone being drowned out by the phone’s assault of the wooden surface. He nearly blasted himself to his entryway and saw an unknown number on his caller ID, normally he would let it go to voicemail but a tug in the back of his mind was urging him to answer.

“Hello?” Bakugo answered, and was met with a quick reply. “Yes, hello – I am calling for a Mr. Katsuki Bakugo?”

“Yeah, you got him - whad’ya want?” Bakugo was used to randoms getting his number and was always prepared to handle anything... anything but the unexpected reply that came from the other end of this call.

“I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Bakugo but after careful consideration I wanted to extend the good news that you have been approved for a hybrid license through the rehabilitation program and are free to come in anytime to discuss next steps.” Bakugo froze on the spot, phone nearly dropping out of his sweaty palm. “Mr. Baku-?” Bakugo cut off the query.

“I’m here, sorry,” his mumbled reply came through, “my schedule is open. I would like to come as soon as possible.” Bakugo’s mind went blank as he made his way through the rest of the conversation on autopilot. He had an appointment the following morning to head back to the facility to begin his classes, as well as move forward in the decision of which hybrid would suit him after meeting those they gathered based on his lifestyle.

Bakugo’s finger slipped across the screen as the call ended, typing a quick “Come over, please” to who he needed the most right now. A reply chimed backed but Bakugo didn’t look at his screen to read the message, just felt his body slip down the wall, his butt landing on the bench in his entryway. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard the melodic beeping of the keypad entry to his home being pressed and soon the door pushed opened to revealed an out of breath Kirishima. Kirishima, whose eyes went wide with worry as he made his way further into Bakugo’s home, closing and locking the door behind him before heading over to where his friend sat, pulling him up by his arm and leading him to the living room to plop down onto the large, plush couch. Kirishima seated himself behind Bakugo, who rested his head against the larger man’s chest, tucked under a massive arm.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kirishima finally vocalized, breaking the silence as he traced gentle random patterns on Bakugos exposed skin around his neck and shoulders, occasionally bringing his hand up to card large fingers through soft blonde hair. A quiet “Mm” was the only reply he received and he just nodded, continuing to provide what comfort he could until Bakugo could settle his thoughts and speak clearly. “Did you get denied from the program?” Kirishima was afraid to ask, but he needed to help Bakugo navigate whatever feelings he was having and knowing the explosive blonde, his anxiety was eating away at him as the silence continued on.

“No,” Bakugo finally answered. “I was approved for the hybrid license and have an appointment tomorrow to move forward with classes and introductions...”

“That’s great news, isn’t it Kats?” Kirishima’s tone was gentle and even, navigating a conversation when he was unsure of the blonde’s feelings; a grumble sounded against his chest with a soft vibration. “What’s got you worrying?”

“M’scared,” Bakugo mumbled against Kirishima’s chest, “what if I never get better? What if I fuck up and cause the hybrid more trauma? If I can’t control myself and hurt them with my quirk, or yell too loud... what if no hybrid at the center wants to go home with me?” Kirishima’s head was swimming with Bakugo’s rapid-fire questions and all he could think to do was squeeze his large arms around the blonde (Kirishima knew that deep pressure therapy was helpful with some anxiety attacks) and pressed his lips against the top of the blonde’s head, drinking in the clean smell that he had come to know so well. Eventually Kirishima felt Bakugo relax in his arms fully, body going limp as each muscle, each limb, relaxed.

“You can always ask for help when you’re doubting anything, Kats – you know I will drop everything to be there for you,” Kirishima started, going back to his earlier motion of tracing random patterns on Bakugo’s skin. “You will definitely have to be careful of how you act and react around a new hybrid, but I’m not worried about anything like you are – it's gonna work out a lot better than you think,” a gentle hum of a reply sounded, “and I’m sure you’ll find yourself surprised at how many hybrids would be happy to go home with you, and the center is super good at matching people with most unusually perfect hybrids... TetsuTetsu wasn’t my first choice, I worried over how similar we were at first but it all came together perfectly, and you’ve witnessed that,” Bakugo’s mind was still swimming, but the electrified panic that had set alight to his blood was quelled for now between Kirishima’s calm dissection of his worries, and the feel of his fingers over his skin and the steady thump thump thump of Kirishima’s heart beating rhythmically against Bakugo’s ear.

It wasn’t long before Kirishima heard a small snore from Bakugo and smiled down at the way his face softened in his relaxed state. His mind mulling over how this intimacy between them was something Kirishima held dearly to his heart – sure they were close friends at UA, Bakugo often opening up to Kirishima more and more over the years, though nowhere near as much as he does now – actually asking for help – and they’ve also found comfort in each other physically through their natural chemistry and need for intimacy given their isolating lifestyles as they aged. Kirishima pulled the soft black throw Bakugo had draped on the back of the couch and pulled it over the blonde as he settled in, continuing to trace patterns along his back as the gentle thump of his heart and soft snores lulled him off to sleep as well.

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Kirishima awoke to the sounds of shuffling, and quiet clinks of glass when he opened his eyes to see Bakugo in the kitchen, black sweats hung low on his hips, hair still damp and lying flat around his head. Bakugo was sipped from a coffee mug as he scrolled through his phone.

“Coffee is ready,” Bakugo mumbled out, a yawn threatening to escape as he took another sip. “Y’also didn’t have to stay with me Red, would’ve been fine.” Kirishima stretched, long limbs taking up space in Bakugo’s living room as he stood and made his way to the kitchen for the steaming coffee.

“TetsuTetsu is with Denki, and as fine as I know you’d be you still shouldn’t have to be alone at a time like that,” Kirishima stated simply, and Bakugo appreciated it – knowing the red-haired Hero always meant what he said, never having to worry if his emotions, his worries, were too burdensome on his friend, or if he wasn’t worth the effort. Kirishima was a good person but he was also honest, didn’t waste his time or say things he didn’t mean – something Bakugo could always count on to reassure him. “Want me to go with you to the rescue facility today? I could call off patr-” before Kirishima could even finish Bakugo was shaking his head and protesting.

“Nah,” he said, “I’ll be okay to go it alone today and don’t need you slacking on patrol either – it's shitty enough with me being out.” Bakugo’s frustration on being put on leave with light-duty was evident but Kirishima only nodded, knowing when to reply with words and when Bakugo was just looking to get something out.

“Alright - I better get going then but shoot me a text when you wrap up and we can meet up after,” Kirishima said, stepping close to press a quick kiss to Bakugo’s temple as he set his coffee cup down on the counter behind him. “I mean it, Kats, send the damn text or you’ll find me at your door come the end of my shift.” Bakugo only snorted, cocked eyebrow and smirked as Kirishima returned the look with his own wide smile, before stepping into the entryway and grabbing his shoes and keys. “You’ll do great, Bakugo!”

The silence that enveloped the apartment after Kirishima shut the door left Bakugo with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the heavy lead weighing him down as he swallowed hard, rubbing his palms on his sweats as he made his way to his room to get dressed and make the drive via cab out to the rescue facility.

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It was within the hour that Bakugo found himself back in front of the large expanse of greenery and sleek architecture that was the Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. His anxiety still a heavy weight tied to the bottom of his heart, dragging painful minutes by as he made his way through the automatic doors, and was greeted by the same employee who was there the last time he visited for his initial interview.

“Ah, Mr. DynaMight!” The cheery voice greeted, a bright smile accompanying it. “So happy to see you back with us! The Director is waiting for you in the same conference room as last time, just down the hall there and to your left – did you need me to walk you there?”

“Nah,” Bakugo managed, starting to turn his body. “I got it, thanks.” Hina, Bakugo recalled, was just as cheery with his short reply and waved him off as she called after him to seek her out if he needs any assistance. Bakugo found the conference room easily enough, even after years of taking damage to his head in more ways than one, his mind and memory were still sharp. Bakugo knocked twice before hearing a soft Come in, and opened the door to see the Director thumbing through some paperwork before she set it down and welcomed him in with a warm smile.

“Mr. Bakugo, so happy to see you again so soon,” she started, motioning the blonde to take a seat opposite her. “I was just finalizing the schedule for classes you need to participate in regarding this rehabilitation program, as well as what is required by our facility’s standards to ensure our hybrids are entering the right home with the right fit in an adopter. I have sent you an email a moment ago that provides a login for you to watch most of the informational teachings we require via an online classroom where you’d still be in touch with an instructor who will go over the information provided and how it relates to your hybrid ownership as well as the few in-person classes we require here at the facility. I have also arranged for you to join us as we’re hosting an informative event today, so it’ll be good for you to see a variety of our hybrids as well as have time to interact with them and get more of a sense of what we do here as well.”

Bakugo and the Director had an easy chat as she led him down to the other side of the building, where he recalls being last time, where they were holding the informative open house with hybrids, staff and public alike. He already heard a gentle thrum of a musical beat, accompanied by the white noise of people talking before he rounded a corner to see the brightly lit room filled with people and hybrids alike. They door to the outdoor courtyard was also open, the fresh garden air pushing in and comingling with the scent of pastries from a food table a few feet away from the doors. Bakugo swallowed, palms clamming up at the sight of so many people, but as he and the Director walked through the crown, her even stopping to speak to a few people, no one seemed to spare Bakugo more than a lingering glance before their attention was moved back to the original subject. The director bid Bakugo goodbye as she was needed elsewhere in the event, but said he could stick around and engage as much as he liked before setting off.

What felt like an eternity, but after a quick glance at his watch only turned out to be an hour and a half, of Bakugo moving about the room, engaging with the different setups and the information they were providing – he even entered a raffle for prizes he didn’t look closely enough at the list to see – Bakugo found himself with a soft piece of sweet milk bread in his hand as he headed out to the garden to get away from the noise and crowd.

He had just seated himself on a short stone wall, a perfect height for a makeshift bench to lounge on, and taken the first bite of his bread before he felt a small pressure against his back on the lower right side, before he heard a soft sniffling sound. His initial instinct was to blast first, ask questions later but as his palm popped and sparked with the sudden contact on his back he decided just to turn around and intimidate with looks.

What Bakugo didn’t expect was to see you.

You in all your tiny glory compared to him. Soft, plush tail swishing behind you slowly as you continued to nose at his jacket, unknowingly being watched with a quirked brow from the blonde, admiring the soft little points of your ears atop your head – as straight as he had ever seen ears short of those that were cropped – which yours didn’t appear to be. He wanted to reach out and touch them but didn’t want to spook you from... whatever it was that you were doing right now.

It was with one final sniff you decided to look up, tail having picked up to wag at a faster pace before your eyes met his, and instantly your whole body went rigid. Tail frozen, eyes wide.

“M’sorry,” it came out so fast Bakugo almost didn’t register you said a real word, “smelled like Red.”

“Red?” Bakugo parroted, before it hit him. “Big guy, red hair?”

You nodded slowly, wanting to take a step back from the stranger but something about the smell he gave off beneath the familiar scent of Kirishima made you stay close, taking in small huffs of air, Bakugo’s sharp eyes noticing the tiny bunny-like twitches of your nose.

“He’s a friend of mine,” Bakugo wanted to keep this interaction going, for reasons beyond his rationality, he wanted you to stay, “he was at my house this morning so it probably still smells like him a lot, hm?”

“Friend,” you parroted back to him while nodding, a little lost in thought. “TetsuTetsu’s’a friend of Red.”

“You like that annoying wolf, huh?” Bakugo chuckled at the way you gave a comically flat smile with a nod.

“Yeah, kinda decided we were friends before I did,” Bakugo just nodded, carmine eyes watching you closely as he tried to keep his pounding heart under control.

“Sounds like him,” Bakugo muttered with a dry laugh and watched as you hopped up onto the concrete wall next to him before hopping back down onto your feet, you were going between looking at him and the ground as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny little canines poking over in a way that made you look like a little cartoon vampire.

“Can I sniff?” You finally said, and Bakugo’s brain short-circuited for a moment, not expecting that to be what came out of your mouth next. He didn’t fully know what you meant to sniff, but he simply nodded, taking any excuse to extend this meeting. Your tail gave away your emotions as it swished quickly behind you, the air making a soft whooshing noise in the fluffy fur. You stepped forward slowly before you found yourself pressing into Bakugo’s side, nosing along the front of his shift before you hit his armpit, scrunching your nose at the strong musk that surprised you with how pleasant it actually was. Bakugo stayed completely still as he eyed you, watching as you eventually made your way across the top neckline of his shirt, cold nose occasionally touching the skin of his throat, and then you did something unexpected – you picked up his hand and held his palm to your nose as well. “Hm,” was all you said every so often, sometimes quick and concise like you were confirming something, and other times it was a gentle hum like you were trapped in a faraway thought.

“Smelling for bombs, pup?” Bakugo finally broke the silence as you turned his hand over in your own, nosing at his wrist with one final huff. You not catching onto the joke the explosive hero made because you appeared to have zero idea who he was.

“M’not,” you said, plopping yourself down into the grass at Bakugo’s feet as you looked up at him with bright eyes, and a careful smile. “You smell like something I’ve smelled before but I can’t remember what.” Bakugo’s blood pressure nearly skyrocketing when he caught the whispered end of your comment, “smell safe.” He didn’t totally catch on to what you meant by saying that, but the fact you said ‘safe’ as a word synonymous with him, or at least his smell, made his chest puff up a little. The garden courtyard had darkened a little as the sun dipped below the roof, casting long shadows across the grass though you were still plopped in the last chunk of light.

“Should you be back inside with everyone?” Bakugo asked, afraid that him bringing it up would cause you to leave before he was ready but he had nothing else to say that wouldn’t come off totally insane.

“Don’t really like being around so many people,” you said, pulling fistfuls of grass up as you spoke. “Hana said it would be good for progress but if socialization means crowds, I don’t want it.”

“Who’s Hana?” Bakugo questioned.

“Counselor,” you said, “she’s always mine when I come back.” Bakugo stopped in his questioning tracks as that seemingly innocuous sentence hit him. When you come back. You said it so simply, like the regularity of your return was expected at this point for you.

“Do you like coming back?” Bakugo asked, careful to treat in this unknown space with you.

“Ah,” you eyed him sheepishly, before refocusing back on the grass you were gouging up from the ground. “I don’t mind being here because everyone is nice even when I’m not,” he watched the corner of your lips quirk up in a small smile, but your eyes looked so sad. “I would rather just stay here if I'll always end up coming back.”

“Would you give going away another try if it happened?” Carefully.

You eyed him, not with suspicion or anything else, just took in the way he was watching you, the careful tone of his voice. “Red has TetsuTetsu, so he can’t have me.” You said it in such a way that Bakugo was left stunned for a moment before he recognized what you were saying beneath that.

“Would you want to go to a place where you see Red and TetsuTetsu more?” Carefully.

He watched as your brows furrowed, taking in his question for what it was before answering, “mm, that would be nice.”

Bakugo was going to ask one final question before both of your attentions turned to the open facility doors where a staff member was calling out for you.

“There you are, little puppy!” The girl’s sing-songy voice grated in Bakugo’s ears but you just jumped up and dusted yourself off, the girl at the door stating it was time for your dinner, calling to the events end as well. You had turned to watch as Bakugo stood, towering over you.

“Thank you,” you had started your walk back to the door, when Bakugo had called back what you were thanking him for, “for letting me sniff you.”

“Anytime, Pup.” Bakugo’s heart was crashing against his chest wall as he watched you retreat inside, thinking what a weird thing to be thanked for, but the fact that he provided you with something that it seemed you wanted, he was only happy to oblige.

He had made his way inside where the Director was saying goodbyes to some people making their way out, and directing staff to put things away a certain way before he spotted Bakugo and smiled her bright smile at him.

“Mr. Bakugo, glad to see you still here!” She beamed, in between her interaction with Bakugo she was barking out orders like a good leader does. “Did you find anything enlightening at the event?”

“I did,” Bakugo started, telling her all he had done that afternoon, the information that surprised him and even his impromptu raffle entry to which the Director gave a surprised smile. That made Bakugo wonder what the hell he signed up for before he caught sight of a familiar tail walking down a long hallway. “I did want to speak with you, Director,” Bakugo rushed out, nodding his head to get the Director’s attention down the hallway where you and the staff girl from earlier were. “I would like to know more about that hybrid in particular.”

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thecatduet422 · 2 years

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PART ONE

bakugou x reader

Rating: Teen

Tags: romance, fluff, aged-up characters, time skips, flashbacks, no beta

Summary: Extra. Princess. Nerd. Names Katsuki called you when he was trying to piss you off.

And then the one he had for you when he wasn’t.

AO3 Link (where it was originally posted)

PART TWO

At first, he thought you were just some extra.

He remembers the first day of class, when Four Eyes lectured him about his desk.

“Take your feet off of that desk now!” Four Eyes looked down on him. “It’s the first day of school and already you’re disrespecting this academy by scuffing school property, you cretin!”

“You’re kidding me, right?” Katsuki smirked. “You’re old school put a stick up your ass? Or were you just born with it?"

“He’s right,” you suddenly whipped around from your seat, eyeing Katsuki with disdain. “You’re being disrespectful.”

“Huh?” Katsuki yelled. “Who the hell asked you?!”

You scanned him up and down, unimpressed.

“No one did,” you replied, holding your head high. “But you’re being improper, and he has a point.”

“Huh?!” he asked again. The way you were looking at him was pissing him off. “You think you’re better than me?!”

You looked at him again, at his feet on the desk. You looked disgusted.

“Yes,” you replied, flipping your hair before returning to your book.

“Oi!” Katsuki abruptly stood up from his seat, towering over you in a challenge. “Who the hell do you think you are, you extra?! I’ll take you on right now!”

“Excuse me?!” you screeched. You stood up from your seat, matching him dead on. “What did you just call me?!”

And then Katsuki saw your eyes. Tiny, translucent jewels embedded into the irises, sparkling and twinkling in the light. Katsuki supposed it was meant to be pretty, but you, with your ugly scowl and piss-poor attitude, somehow made it annoying.

“You heard me,” Katsuki growled, smirking domineeringly at you. He could feel the heat of his palms start to sizzle with rage.

He was going to crush you.

“Extra,” he said tauntingly.

Aizawa-sensei had to separate them. Their desks were moved onto opposite sides of the room, but that still couldn’t stop the bickering that would occasionally rise from the both of you. You were like cats and dogs, completely at odds with one another. The only thing you two had in common was your temper.

You were uptight, snobby, and rude, choosing to stick your nose in a book rather than talk to anybody. And when you did speak, it was to correct someone or butt in with some useless reference from some fancy-ass novel you’ve read. On top of that, you quoted the Hero Constitution constantly, bugging Katsuki and anyone else nearby about what it means to actually be a hero.

You were a royal pain in his ass.

So in retaliation, Katsuki continued to call you an extra, knowing how much you hated it. The nose you kept in the air would scrunch up like you smelled something foul. Your lips would pout and pucker as if you tasted something sour, and then your brows would furrow as those jewel eyes of yours glowed. That's when he knew you were about to explode on him, squawking at him in that painfully shrill voice of yours saying no, you were not an extra!

Your pissed off face was the only interesting thing about you. Which was why Katsuki continued to call you that, even though the rest of his classmates' nicknames were more specific.

And then the Sports Festival happened, and Katsuki found himself about to go up against you.

He was going to beat your snooty ass into the dirt. Once and for all.

But something was different that day. You’ve been quiet, detached. Every time Katsuki saw you, you were tucked away in some corner, your book blocking your face as you read it. He thought nothing of it at the time. He was too busy dealing with Icy-Hot after his insulting declaration against Deku.

And then he saw you fight.

Icy-Hot was throwing everything at you. He tried icing you head on, but you always maneuvered it with ease, jumping and flipping away in just the right time, toeing the edge but always staying within bounds. It was lame at first. Katsuki expected the bastard to knock you out within seconds, and so did everyone else. But you dodged every attack easily, using your super strength to leap into the air at extreme heights. Icy-Hot tried to freeze you then, but you kicked- smashing the ice straight through.

Huh, maybe your quirk wasn't so lame after all. He immediately dismissed it on the first day. Super strength wasn't anything special. A lot of people had variations of it, giving their quirk. And yours wasn't flashy or powerful, nothing like All Might's or any other Hero who used it.

But you were good at combat, and you were able to blend it with your quirk easily. Which was why when you jumped over another ice attack, and landed right in front of Icy-Hot, he used his fire in surprise.

But somehow, it didn't matter. You landed a kick right to his stomach, pushing Icy-Hot out of bounds.

The hell?

"How did she do that?" their classmates said in awe.

"She should've burned."

But you were fine, staring down at Icy-Hot with that annoying little smirk on your face.

"Thanks, Todoroki-kun," you said with a mysterious shine in your eyes, before offering your hand to help him up.

Thanks? What did you mean by that?

Katsuki grunted. It didn't matter. That just meant he got to be the one to beat you himself.

He smiled ferociously.

Finally.

And then it got to the final round, and once the fight began, Katsuki wasted no time.

You were good at using your quirk in combat, but so was he.

Every move you made, he countered, using his explosions to avoid your attacks. And whenever he tried to attack you straight on, you did the same, leaping out of the way to avoid his quirk.

But he expected that, so when you leaped into the air, he used that time to build up the heat in his palms, and when the moment was right…

BOOM.

He launched an explosion at you while you were airborne, similar to what Icy-Hot did with his ice. But there was no way you could counter something like that. It was the biggest explosion he’s ever done, and he did it on purpose. He wanted to see you broken, your snooty face cry from the pain, kicking you off your high and mighty pedestal, permanently.

The arena was covered in smoke.

Katsuki listened, waiting for the announcement that you were out of bounds, or even better, too injured to fight.

But as the smoke waved through the air, slowly thinning out, he heard nothing.

The audience started murmuring to one another, becoming restless with the fact that they couldn’t see you either.

Their reaction made Katsuki nervous, and he frantically started to look around, anticipating a surprise attack.

But then through the smoke, he saw something. A movement that morphed into a shadow, and as it reached the edge of the fumes, the clouds becoming nothing, it gleamed. It reflected against the light, twinkling and sparkling so bright, Katsuki had to squint.

You walked out in a completely different form, one that was solid, translucent, except for the areas that were shining back, exposing hues of rainbow.

Some kind of jewel form.

“Is that all you got, hothead?” you said mockingly, flipping your hair even though it didn’t move, as it was also crystallized.

The audience cheered at the sight of you, oohing and awing at your appearance.

Damn it. Damn it damn it damnitdamnitDAMNITDAMNIT-

“IS THAT ALL I GOT?!” Katsuki screamed, launching himself at you. “NOT EVEN CLOSE.”

You moved to grab him, but he dodged away, aiming an explosion right to your face.

But you held strong. You never cracked.

And the fight continued, the both of you completely destroying the arena. You both raged, yelling and taunting as you punched, exploded, and plowed through everything you could.

You both had only one goal in mind; take this smug asshole rude piece of shit down.

And through it all, you were never able to catch Katsuki.

And he was never able to break you.

“ENOUGH!” Cementoss screamed as giant slabs of concrete finally stopped you.

“It’s a tie!” Midnight cheered.

Katsuki froze. He couldn’t believe it.

“A TIE?!” you both screamed.

They had to chain you both to the podium to keep you from killing each other.

He remembers the night after that, lying in bed, wondering how the world turned upside down. First, Deku gets a quirk. Then, Icy-Hot doesn’t see him as a threat. And then, Katsuki ends up in a tie against you. How did this happen?

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep as whispering thoughts of doubt prodded his mind. He was afraid to even think about it. He refused to even comprehend the fact that maybe he… Maybe he was…

No.

There had to be a winner.

So the next day, Katsuki tracked you down and demanded a rematch.

“Fight me!” he commanded.

“Shhhhhhh!” went the people around him.

Figuring out where you were was easy. It was a free day, and you, being the annoying bookworm that you were, had nothing better to do than spend it at the library.

“Be quiet!” you hushed.

“I want a rematch!” said Katsuki, not bothering to lower his voice whatsoever.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?!” you stage whispered, gesturing to the book you were reading.

“Hah!” he pointed a finger accusingly. “You’re just afraid I'll kick your ass!”

“Shhh!” people repeated, harshly.

You sighed, heavy with frustration. “If I fight you, will you leave me alone?”

He hmphed, smirking victoriously. “Like I’d ever acknowledge you again after this.”

You seethed with rage, your face twisting into that famous sour expression as you slammed your book.

You ended up taking him to an abandoned gym, old and rusty from neglect.

“The hell?! How can anyone train here?” he cried.

“I train here,” you replied, folding your arms as you stuck up your nose.

You assured him it was safe, and that no one would interrupt them.

So they fought, just like they did before.

And he did everything he could to beat you. But you, in that stupid, ridiculous, jewel form wouldn’t budge. You were like Shitty Hair, but better, and your fighting skills were incredible. It pissed him off. His only solace was that you couldn’t pin him down either.

You would charge at him, but he would dodge, using his explosions at the last second. He would try to attack from behind, but you would anticipate it and counter with a roundhouse kick that just barely got him. And it went on and on, and soon enough, Katsuki realized they were falling into a pattern.

Charge.

Dodge.

Attack.

Counter.

Over and over and over again. And it seemed that no matter what Katsuki did, he couldn’t get out of it. Whatever move he tried, you picked it up. It was like a black hole, inescapable. No matter how much they tried to break the pattern, they would just fall back in.

They kept fighting until they couldn't. Until you were both lying on the ground, covered in sweat, nothing moving but the rise and fall of your chests. Hearing nothing but the desperate panting you both made as you struggled for air.

He was actually tired because of you.

"C-Can we…" you panted. "Can we call it a day?"

You were pleading with him.

And Katsuki wondered, if he said no, if he wanted to keep going, would you follow him?

There, lying on the ground, he looked up. He looked up at the cracks in the ceiling, the mold gathering in the corners, the shitty lights that were rapidly flickering, barely alive. All while being consumed with the thought that you were no extra.

And he couldn’t call you that anymore.

"Yeah," he nodded as his breath caught up to him.

They continued to meet up after that.

It would always be at that shitty gym. Why, he didn’t know, but you would insist on it, nagging at him in that stupid voice that it had to be there.

“It’s tradition,” you would say.

And Katsuki would give in, as long as you would just shut up and fight already.

And you did, following the pattern, trying desperately not to.

“Come on, hothead. You can do better than that,” you taunted, baring another explosion.

Hothead. Your nickname for him. You started using it more and more, while he was trying to find a new one for you.

What was he supposed to do, call you by your actual name?

As if.

You were still aggravating. You, with your pompous-ass attitude, clutching your book to your chest. You, in that stupid crystal form, acting like royalty.

So he started to call you princess, always in mockery. He would draw it out, dip it in sarcasm, make it sound insulting. You would get annoyed, but not nearly as much as extra did. And during the moments when you really pissed him off, Katsuki found himself wishing he could find another name, one that could recreate the face you made. The ugly one, with the scrunched up nose and the puckered mouth. Katsuki wondered why he liked it so much, and then he realized it’s because you often looked pretty, with those jewel eyes of yours. Everyone commented on them and told you how pretty they looked.

It annoyed the hell out of him. So when you made a face, one that revealed how ugly and imperfect you actually were, Katsuki reveled in it. Even more so when he was the cause of it.

So, he would try out different names when you fought, thinking if he pissed you off enough, you would make the face and falter.

“Shut up, princess!” he shot back.

“Make me!” You aimed a right hook. He avoided it.

“Try something new for once, nerd!” he growled.

You managed to trap him in a headlock.

“I know what you’re trying to do, Kacchan,” you scolded him, mouth twisting in a frown as he struggled to get out. “It’s not gonna work.”

Kacchan. The name you used when you were trying to piss him off, courtesy of Deku.

It worked.

He roared in frustration, setting off an explosion right next to your ear. As you reeled back, covering your ear in pain, he tried to take you out with a kick, but you managed to dodge it in time.

Charge. Dodge. Attack. Counter.

Again and again.

But something was different that time. That time, you managed to get a hold of him. And that time, he was able to throw you off.

You were both improving, little by little.

And then one time, after the Kamino Incident, you randomly show up at his door.

“Huh?” he said, noting your disheveled appearance. “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“You didn’t show up,” you panted, out of breath. Your brows furrowed, your nose scrunched up, your lips puckered. The face.

You were pissed.

“I waited… FOR THREE HOURS!” you screamed. Katsuki could practically see the steam coming out of your ears, whistling and high pitched, like a hot teapot.

“Of course I didn’t, dumbass!” he shouted back. “We’re not supposed to leave our houses! I was just-” he choked, unable to say the word as failure and guilt crushed his windpipe.

“So?” You put your hands on your hips, raising a brow at him as if being kidnapped wasn’t an excuse.

“So?!” he repeated. “It’s not safe! The League can be anywhere!”

“The world is never safe, hothead. And groups like the League will always exist,” you told him, folding your arms. “That’s why we exist.”

And then you dropped your expression, relaxing your features as you replaced your anger with something else. Something Katsuki didn’t recognize. But it was soft, and your eyes sparkled with it, and he couldn’t help but think, in that moment, everyone was right. You were pretty.

“You really gonna let that stop you?” you asked quietly, tilting your chin up in a silent challenge.

Of course he wasn’t. But the old hag would never let him.

And when he told you that, you smirked. “What? Chicken?”

Later that night, as the old hag screamed at him for sneaking out, he thought, you really weren’t that uptight.

And suddenly, even calling you princess felt wrong.

But, he realized, it didn’t matter. As his mind flashed to you, standing outside his door, making the face he wanted, he learned he didn’t have to call you names. He could piss you off in other ways.

Once he figured that out, it became so easy.

All he had to do was show up late.

And suddenly, their fights cranked up to an eleven. If it were possible, you were even more ferocious, more unforgiving. If Katsuki somehow slipped up, you made sure he felt it.

He never felt more alive.

Finally, he met someone who could match him.

But that also meant you were his competition, his rival. And every time it ended in draw, the both of you lying on the floor, utterly exhausted, he felt disappointed. Unsatisfied. He wanted to go again.

And as time went on, the two of you growing into your quirks, becoming more powerful, you were able to.

And so you would, again and again, falling into the same pattern that felt like a dance. And while he wanted to win, wanted to beat you, he also found that he didn't mind. Fighting you was fun.

And as the world continued to be unsafe, as wars were fought, and people died, he found that fighting you was one of the few things he could rely on.

And he thought you felt the same, because as time went on, and they continued their dance, he only learned more about you.

You acted righteous because of your father, a lawyer who was an activist for quirkless rights. He always raised you to be good, to be right. He taught you to value morality and action above everything. An honorable man with good intentions, but sometimes he could be overbearing and critical, making you feel as if you couldn't be wrong without feeling like a bad person.

So you played it docile, choosing to smother your emotions by reading rather than express them. Until Katsuki came along and set you off, because how is it fair he could act out with no consequence while others couldn't?

Especially when he was throwing words around like worthless and extra. Harmful, demeaning words that weren't right.

And Katsuki saw it, that special gleam in your eye whenever they fought. Because after all those years of holding your emotions, you were finally able to get them out.

But as he came to know you, to recognize the small things that told him when you were angry, or sad, or happy, you learned about him too.

Which was why now, when they've graduated from UA and were working in the same agency, you asked him what was wrong.

And when Katsuki ignored you, continuing the dance, you asked again.

And when he didn't answer, you guessed.

"Is it Kirishima?" you asked as you ran at him.

He huffed, flipping up into the air.

"Icy-Hot?" you used your lasso to grab him and pull him down.

He growled as he collided with the ground, choosing to blast you with everything he had. A wild, terrifying bomb of destruction that would've destroyed anyone else. But because it was you, it did nothing.

You laughed as it went off, smiling gleefully. The shrill squawking he once hated grew into bells, chimes that fluttered his stomach whenever you laughed. When once he strived to see you angry and pissed, he now wanted to see you smile, to see you shine and glow with happiness that was all because of him.

"It's Midoriya!" you cheered.

"What?!" he yelled. "No it isn't."

"Oh please, Kacchan," you teased, pausing the fight to flick his nose. "Only he could rile you up this way."

"No!" he swiped at you. "You piss me off all the time!"

"Maybe once," you shrugged. "But hardly anymore. At least, not really."

You smirked, and before he knew it, you had him pinned down, covering your crystallized hands over his palms so he couldn't blast out.

"Tell me I'm wrong," you spoke softly.

It was the first time you were able to pin him. The first time either of you were able to do it.

And as Katsuki looked up into your jewel eyes, sparkling with a secret only of him, he found that he didn't mind.

He huffed. "You're never wrong."

And as he leaned up to kiss you, passionately and heatedly, dragging you down with him, he thought of your name. Not extra or princess or even your real one. The one he came up with when you looked just like this. The one you chose to be your Hero name, after he whispered it to you.

Jewels.

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saltyladynightmare · 2 years

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MHA Gamer!/Pit Fighter AU

SO, I’ve been haunted by this Gamer!Izuku idea since I stumbled across one on ao3. Problem is, I already have two fanfics I’m trying to write, as those of you who read my stuff on ao3 know. I did not need a third. And then a knew mha idea came to me, and I loved that one too. Except I had the same problem. Too many books, not enough time, and, well. I’m sure we’ve all been there.

Then I had a brilliant Idea. Merge the Ideas into one!

So, this monstrosity was born.

I hate it.

I will never finish it, much less actually write it, but I think what little I put of Aizawa in here is funny.

I have a new Gamer Idea, but much better (in my mind), and actually plottable, and simple enough I can maybe hopefully feasibly one day write it.

Sooo, here you go. My scrambled attempt at an outline. :)

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Izuku and Katsuki are kidnapped when they are 6 years old. The kidnappers had been after Izuku, as Quirkless sold for a very pretty penny, but Katsuki defended himself (and Izuku a little bit, because that’s what heroes do, but also this was Deku) with his powerful Quirk, so they took him too.

They are sold to a fighting pit first. They planned to keep Katsuki, but sell Izuku on for better money. In the mean time They put both into the ring, against easy opponents who wouldn't kill them.

When properly motivated—such as being dropped into a fighting pit with only each other for a few weeks— Izuku and Katsuki learned very quickly how to work together, and do so well.

The Two very quickly become very good money makers in the ring. The Owners decide not to sell Izuku, as he could easily make more money in the ring every few months than just the one sale.

As they do with every asset they choose to keep, The Owners erase the Two's memories. Katsuki first, then Izuku. Between sessions, Izuku scratches their nicknames into the concrete of their cell, because another fighter had told him the Owners wouldn’t let them keep thier real names. Deku and Kacchan are scored into the rock as deeply as Izuku can get it. He is taken away just as he finishes.

When both boys are put back into the cell, they are unconscious. They wake up, and upon setting eyes on each other, they instantly know they are partners. Except...what is the other called? Another person, also in a cell, tells them Greenie (likely meaning the one with green hair) had scratched something into the concrete before they had been taken.

Thankfully, they remembered how to read.

"Kacchan." Blond tries. He turns to Greenie, and says, "Do we have any water, Kacchan?" They both grimace.

"I don't think I’m Kacchan," Greenie says, and Blond nods.

"That means you're Deku." He says.

Greenie's mouth drops open. "Why would I say that's my name? Doesn't that mean useless?"

Kacchan scowls. "Why would I know? Maybe you're useless."

Deku sputters.

Three fights later, Kacchan stares up at the ceiling, panting. Deku was Quirkless, they had discovered, but he was also very very smart. Kacchan was smarter than most of their opponents, but Deku brought it to the next level. They still lost, but it could have been so much worse, as they had been pitted against the more murderous fighters, or worse-- the smart murderous ones. "I guess you're not useless after all."

Deku sighs. "Then what are we going to call me?"

Kacchan goes quiet. "What about Zuku?" He offers eventually.

Deku thinks about it, then nods. "Zuku it is." Zuku smiles.

They don't remember it, but they have this conversation every time their minds are wiped for over 4 years.

A very long time passes. They get rebooted, as the fighters call it, often. Much more often than anyone else, even the long time fighters. But then, the other Fighters weren't actively finding ways to escape. After the third time the Two, who have since earned the name Demons in the ring (they had no memory of earning this name of course), had managed to escape the pit(s)(they had been moved and wiped several times), they started getting wiped every other week.

They are younger than 10, but probably not by much, when another boy is thrown into their cell. His hair is purple, and he is taller than both of them. He has a fancy muzzle locked around his jaw that prevents him from speaking. It unhinges and pulls the prongs holding his tongue down out of his mouth when they get dropped into the pit. He scratches his name, Shinsou Hitoshi, into the concrete with a shard Zuku hands him.

The Two exchange looks, then Zuku asks what nickname he would like to be called, because he wasn't going to remember that in a few hours, and they probably wouldn't either.

Kacchan calls him Toshi, and Zuku calls him Hichan. He calls them Kats, and Zuku. Zuku quickly scratches the new names into the concrete, as familiar with the pressure it needs as he is with how Kacchan moves. He finishes just as they are wiped.

A little while later, Zuku was not feeling well. It has been five days since he woke up in the cell with Kacchan and Hichan, and he is much more tired than he thinks he should be, even if they had just been through what felt like a particularly harsh fight. They got Overhauled (by Overhaul, who was the on site medic, who, from what they can tell, was just as much a slave as they were, just with prettier chains), then thrown back in their cell.

Zuku tells the others he was going to take a nap, and promptly passes out.

He wakes up about an hour later. He opens his eyes, and comes eye to light with a floating green screen. He swipes at it, and his hand passes right through. When he sits up cautiously, the screen moves with him.

"Zuku?" Kacchan asks. Zuku wordlessly points at the screen, and Kacchan raises an eyebrow before shaking his head minutely. Nothing is wrong. Hichan reports the same.

Well, shoot.

The first quest Zuku gets is the Tutorial Quest Part 1. The second is Escape Imprisonment. The third is Start a Party. He finishes First and Third before Second, but it only takes them four months (they know that now, even with fresh wipes, because Zuku's Quirk (and it must be a Quirk) tells them the passing of time with the Journal) to finally escape for good. It only takes another two weeks to figure out how to sick the Heroes (!!! There are real live superheroes!) on the new pit, via anonymous tip.

The Pit is done, and...they are homeless.

Well, there are worse things. They have each other.

Maybe they can find out who they had been?

In the mean time, they can find out what dungeons are.

They find out, by looking though missing person reports that they are Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, and Shinso Hitoshi. They have to look through the dead person reports to find Hicchan, but he is Shinso Hitoshi, which they really should have guessed given their nicknames for him. They had been kidnapped, he had been assumed dead after a collapsed building from a bad villain fight.

They look into their parents. Kacchan (Katsuki?)(he doesn't like either of them calling him that, but he doesn't think he'd mind anyone else calling him that) goes first, because his parents are still apparently hounding the police for reports, and even hired a PI.

They find Mitsuki yelling at another woman (the PI) at her house. Katsuki decides he doesn't want to live with that, and they move on.

Izuku (he does like that name, even if he's still glad Kacchan and Hichan call him Zuku still) is next. Midoriya Inko, it turns out, is dead, and his father hasn't been back in Japan for literal years. The last time was to take care of Inko's funeral, and sell off all of their stuff.

Hitoshi (who didn't mind the nicknames, but it was nice having a normal name) had been a faster kid. He had no family to look into, and the system had only put in a token effort to find him.

They decide to do what they have always done. They make do.

It takes a whopping three weeks before they kinda...fall into being Vigilantes.

Earaserhead would like it to be known; he is not amused by the problem children, and that includes the one who avoids him like the plague. Sure, he's made the other two literally glitch when he'd used his Quirk on them, but he had learned his lesson. Don't used his Quirk on the Problem Children who's Quirks he Doesn't Know. Especially not the one the others say he would probably actually kill.

He would also like to know where they keep getting these weapons. What kind or irresponsible scum sells grenades to preteens??? What do you mean you sweat explosives, child?

Todoroki Shouto got hot water poured on his face when he is 5 years old. Touya, who was a whole 8 years older than him, age 13, decides that he was leaving, and he was going to take Shouto with him. They leave in the middle of the night, when Endeavor was away on a mission.

They dye their hair black, and get colored contacts (brown).

They live in a horrible apartment not worth the cash but who wont ask questions, then Touya finally gets a job as a bartender in an admittedly shady bar after 6 months, and Shouto is sent to school. It is cheeper than online schooling. Before that, he was tutored by Touya, or by a neighbor who was homeschooling her kids in exchange for babysitting.

Touya very quickly becomes an informant. He even more quickly gets good at it.

They are found 6 years after they had left. Shouto is 11, Touya is 19. Touya is arrested, and Shouto is sent back to Endeavor.

8 months later, when he is 12, he runs away again, this time on his own.

He meets Zuku, Kats and Toshi after 15 days on the streets. Zuku saves him from a mugging. It wasn't really necessary, but good so Shouto didn't expose himself.

Three days later, Zuku invites him to the Party. He accepts.

His scar fades within two weeks. They don't know why, but...he finds he's okay with it...even if he finds its weird to look at himself in the mirror and for it to not be there.

Still. He definitely didn't regret it. It also helped separate him from Todoroki Shouto, so that was nice. They call him Sho, or Shochan, or Icyhot (in private, or over the chat function)

Shouta would like to know where they keep finding more kids like themselves. There used to be three, but now there are four, and he doesn't know how to feel about that, even if the newest showed very clear signs of recently escaping abuse. You would think finding a black haired blue-grey eyed boy with a water and steam Quirk would be easy, but you would be wrong.

Fumikage had been out past dark, on his way home from the corner store. Dark Shadow wanted an apple for lunch the next day, and they were fresh out. He clutches his phone with its flashlight, and walks quickly.

Something whistles as he passes a dark ally, and he whips around only for something to jab into his arm. He whacks at it, and something small and metalic falls to the ground.

Something burns through his veins, and Dark Shadow swells.

Fumikage does not regain control for weeks.

Zuku kept finding these fascinating feathers. They were dark as night, and soft like silk (or so he assumed. He's never actually touched silk...). His Quirk called them Feathers of Dark Shadow. He gathered them up, and started experimenting with them. He eventually made this really awesome dark bombs, which were like smoke pellets, but instead of smoke, the released pure darkness. Very cool. Very useful.

He follows a trail of feathers, a few weeks after he found the first one. It leads him into a newly abandoned underground villain lair. The hole torn into the floor of the building looked like it had been done in a rush by something very large with claws. A Quirk?

Zuku finds Dark Shadow seething, filling a room. Zuku ends up fighting him, winning when he pulls out the flares he had finally perfected made from string and clay and Kacchan's sweat (the glycerin stuff, not the nitroglycerin-like sweat from his palms)

He finds Fumikage passed out in a corner, looking awful. Zuku brings Fumi, as Dark Shadow calls him, back to the base, and they nurse him back to health.

When they look into it, his mother had been killed in a villain attack, apparently looking for Fumikage, just like his father several years previous. He had no siblings, and he knew his father's brother was not fond of Dark Shadow and by extension himself, so...he didn't know what to do.

The four, Zuku, Kats, Toshi, and Sho, as they had introduced themselves, invited him to join them.

He accepts.

It is amusing for everyone when Dark Shadow is labeled as a Familiar. Mostly because, if Zuku's Quirk assigned classes, that meant Fumi (as he decided would be fine for a nickname, or Fuchan for Zuku, because he has a theme now, and would die on this hill) would be a druid.

Seriously, where are they all coming from? Who is letting children run around at night? Shouta just wants to talk, really. At least this one was possible to identify. Tokoyami Fumikage had been missing for over two months by the time Shouta met him, and now both his parents are dead, and after a bit of pressure, the preteen admitted his uncle would have been at the very least emotionally abusive if he had gone to live with him.

Shouta dropped the topic, because the kid's Quirk would definitely be labeled 'villainous' if he was put in the system, not to mention the horrors that came with having such an obvious mutation, and Shouta wouldn't wish that life on his worst enemy, much less a kid who was genuinely trying his best.

Now if only they would let him feed them. Just to make sure they were actually eating a balanced meal every once in a while.

The first time Shouta meets Player 1 (Zuku's codename), the preteen is taking on 5 full grown adults. And, while the kid was clearly skilled, and was faster than was entirely normal, he was also not obviously using a Quirk. Didn't Chem (Katsuki's code name(supposed to be KEM, for King explosion murder, but the acronym sounds like chem, and now he's stuck with it) hint that Player 1's Quirk was powerful two way telepathy, and something to do with using tech to do it? How does that translate to glitching? Does Shouta's Quirk Erasure short out whatever tech the kids have in their bodies from Player 1?

Shouta jumps in and is very careful to keep his Quirk off Player 1.

The kid runs off after, babbling something about how cool Eraserhead-san was, and it was nice to meet him, but he (Player 1) really needed to go bye, before Shouta can so much as open his mouth.

Time passes. Shouta spends a truly illogical amount of time trying to figure out how to get these kids to let him at least teach them how to fight like they don't have death wishes.

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shotorozu · 2 years

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ドキドキ (heart fluttering)

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki (bnha)

part two — tokrev ver.

legend : [Y/N = YOUR NAME] gender neutral, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish🤔(x reader)

note(s) : things you did that caused these characters to blush for the first time 💀 i had a hard time sticking with ideas for this one— either way, i’m sorry for the lack of posts 🧎‍♀️

bakugou katsuki

calling him by his full hero name

as we all know, his hero name has gone through several revisions. the reactions of his classmates and teachers after hearing about “king explosion murder” deemed them unacceptable, unworthy (for the time being) to hear of his official, on the paper hero name.

even then, “great explosion murder god dynamight” still has its mixed reviews— mostly questioning the blond’s naming process. they all sincerely wish he’s not in charge of naming whoever’s kid.

which is why, hearing you say his full hero name and in it’s correct order— mind you, nearly caused him to erupt into shades of red, which could rival his very own irises.

the self control he possesses sometimes

he thinks you’re mocking him at first, naturally. considering that, everyone either stuck to the name’s simplified version, “dynamight” or, they just completely avoided the mention of his hero name all together.

until he sees the sincerity in your eyes— confusion swirling in your irises at the lack of katsuki’s response.

he goes to correct you, until he remembers that the order’s absolutely correct. so then, he asks you to say it again, a hand cupping his ear, so he could hear the way the name rolls off your tongue, as you stare at him with anything but ill intent.

katsuki doesn’t realize he’s blushing, until kirishima innocently points it out, believing his blush was the work of the newly purchased hot sauce.

“was the hot sauce i bought really intense? if so— i’m really glad, y’know! i scavenged the aisles for that specific bottle”

“the hell are you talking about?”

“uh, you’re like.. really red, bro. that’s.. that’s what i mean.”

“… i’m not. you’re just fucking colorblind. are you sure the hair dye isn’t seeping into your brain?”

“…i’m sure that’s not how it works—”

“no.”

katsuki ends up not sleeping on time, and it’s all due to you. he concludes he might need professional, medical attention (no, katsuki. you just have a crush— and that’s perfectly fine 😭)

todoroki shouto

calling him his first name

his family only ever called him by his first name, which is a given. but, ever since he made it his official hero name, more and more people have been calling him by his first name.

is it something that he regrets occasionally? yeah, sometimes. did he choose that as his hero name, because he wanted to be recognized as him, and not the child of endeavor? yeah.

did he also make his hero name “shouto”, so he could erase the less than kind memories that associate with his name? maybe.

despite it all, he finds himself fighting the heat that threatens to spread along his cheeks, when you whisper his first name for the first time— addressing him as shouto in private.

not in a training set up, or in front of other classmates— but in each other’s company alone.

activating his right side, to regulate his temperature, he tilts his head to the side— prompting you to speak further.

“you weren’t responding, and i also never said your first name before so.. yeah. wanted to test that out.”

shouto holds down an uncharacteristic stammer. with shaky hands, he slowly (maybe even cautiously), approaches you.

“was that out of line—”

“no.” he starts, “it was quite— nice. yes, nice.” he nods with vigor. he likes the way you say his name, is what he wants to say. but, the words don’t come out as well.

“my first name. it’s free for you to use as you like.”

“oh— thanks, shouto!”

even when he says that, there’s undeniably some redness sprinkled across his cheeks. unsure of what just happened to him— he quickly turns around, hoping you don’t question the uncharacteristic action.

he only notices that he’s blushing, when midoriya takes one look at him, and offers him aloe vera gel

“aloe vera gel?”

“it’s for your..” midoriya gestures to the entirety of his face, “i don’t know what it is, but it looks like a rash?”

“why? what does my face look like?”

“really red, todoroki-kun.”

it dawns onto him on what it actually is, “oh.” not knowing how to reply to that, he accepts the gel.

it occurs to shouto, that there’s something he needs to figure out. whatever it is, it is causing him chest issues. he also believes that it’s detrimental to his ever so perfected temperature control. in reality, this was all because of his feelings towards you, but he’ll figure it out soon enough

shinsou hitoshi

oddly specific

for as long as he could remember, hitoshi has gotten used to paying attention to people, and their voices— because he needed to, if he wanted to pursue being a hero.

gradually, he just knew when to expect something, just by reading the conversation’s pattern, or maybe even their body language.

he thinks that people can be so predictable sometimes. so, when something else happens— it throws him off the loop.

like now, when you complimented him on his bone structure. something so oddly specific, and something he’s never been complimented on before.

to the point that heat flared up on his face— or a blush, he doesn’t know. either way, he just hopes it’s not obvious.

hitoshi knows a part of him would’ve been pretty amused at this compliment— then again, he’s never received such compliment before.

“bone structure, huh?” he questions, hand flying up to his nape, something he does as a fidget, or— when he finds himself shy.

the insomniac teen sincerely hopes this action does something to control whatever blush, or heat that’s about to emit off his face to no end.

“yeah. you have good bone structure. has no one told you that?”

“no, not really. but uh.. thank you?”

you smile, patting his back, “don’t sweat it.”

oh but, he will.

hitoshi only realizes he’s blushing, when aizawa points it out first (he wonders, why it had to be his mentor out of all the people.)

“shinsou, you good?”

“yes, sir. why?”

“you look like you’re burning up.”

“i am? ..huh.”

“don’t “huh” me, i don’t want you to be unwell during training. it won’t benefit you, and it’ll only worsen your condition.”

“uh.. i don’t think..”

“—unless, i’m misreading this all, and it’s not what it appears.”

“…yeah.”

hitoshi wonders if he was blushing because he was given an unexpected, and oddly specific compliment. or— if it’s because you were giving him the praise. but knowing himself, it’s probably because of you. (he’s screwed, he thinks to himself)

kaminari denki

when you flirt back

kaminari denki can flirt, but he doesn’t actually expect any form of reciprocation.

he knows when to back off and all— he’s not a creep. regardless of the fact, whenever he does flirt with someone, they either shyly shrug it off, or they ignore it all together 💀

then there are those rare occasions, where he gets told off, but hey— at least he tried, and at least they were honest.

denki thought you were just being nice, when you only smiled at his borderline cheesy attempts at throwing flirtatious punchlines.

which is why he doesn’t know what to say, when you actually flirt back with him. it was totally unexpected on his end— especially since you’ve never mirrored him in like, ever.

“i think if we were a couple, you’d be the pretty one,” he says in an flirtatious attempt, and he opens his mouth to move onto the next topic, when you reply back with

“hm, i don’t know— you’re pretty good looking yourself. we’d really be one pretty couple.”

denki stares at you dumified, and the lack of words only cause the smile that was already on your lips to spread even wider.

what time is it? where is he? is the room spinning? is the world spinning? he knew, but it seems to be that he forgot about all concepts of time and location.

he believes he short circuited— the way his agape mouth closes and opens like a fish, and the way he stares at you dumbfounded is just enough to wrap a conclusion around his head

but he doesn’t see sparks of electricity, or an expression of worry on your face— which is something he catches a glimpse of, whenever he short circuits due his quirk

so maybe, it’s something else entirely.

denki only realizes that he’s blushing, when bakugou lands a slap on his back, straightening his posture.

“ow, bakugou! what was that for?”

“your expression, ‘s fucking haunting. the hell happened to you? got struck by lighting on the way or something?”

“huh??”

“your face, dimwit. look at your face— it’s red as shit!”

“what— oh. oh.”

“what?”

“i just realized something. i think i’m screwed.”

“sounds like a personal problem.”

in reality, it really was. in a span of few hours and a hamburger, denki came to realize this unlabelled fascination, is him actually developing a crush on you— the subject of his daily banter.

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avis-writeshq · 3 years

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lucky, except, not so much — bakugou katsuki [a continuation to the bakugou fic i wrote a while ago called “lucky”. this is from the scene where bakugou tells midoriya to unalive himself, which made me start greatly disliking him. his character development saved his ass]

bakugou katsuki. you were well aware of the fact that his ego touched the sky and his words were sharper than knives. but after knowing his for so long, it became the norm to you. much to his chagrin, you kept a close friendship with izuku despite the fact that he was quirkless — what does having a quirk got to do with keeping close friendships, anyway? as far as you knew, izuku was a wonderful friend who you could rely on.

you knew that katsuki was more than cocky. a better term for it would be egotistical, or egocentric, or self-absorbed. you call him out for it more often than not, mainly because it wasn’t anything to be proud of. you were the only person who lived to tell the tale of scolding a twelve-year-old katsuki; everyone else avoided him like the plague. maybe that’s why the two of you were so isolated when it came to lunch breaks.

a sigh left your lips as you stretched your arms. sitting in a classroom for two hours straight really took a toll on you — not that it didn’t for everyone else. with the art class being at the opposite end of the school to your classroom, you took this time to think about a certain explosive companion as well as a meek friend.

“katsuki and izuku really have to get over their childhood dramas,” you muttered to yourself, rolling your eyes as you recalled katsuki’s constant aggression towards izuku.

as you approached your classroom, you could hear the familiar yelling coming from inside and you groan quietly to yourself. “here we go again…”

just as you were about to swing the sliding door open, katsuki’s words caught your attention.

“most top first-string heroes have stories about them from their school days. i want the shine of being able to be called the only student to make it into yuuei from this mediocre city junior high. i mean, i’m a perfectionist.

“so anyway… don’t apply to yuuei, nerd.”

“come on, you could at least say something back,” you heard one of bakugou’s ‘friends’ chuckle.

another voice chimed in tauntingly, “don’t say that, he’s pathetic! he still can’t face reality!”

“if you want to be a hero that badly,” katsuki began, and your eyes narrowed, “believe that you’ll be born with a quirk in your next life and take a last chance dive off the roof!”

he slid the door open, only to be met with you, face disgusted and horrified at what he just said.

“what the hell,” you snarled, dangerous and threatening at the boy you once called a friend. “how could you say something like that to him?! all because he doesn’t have a fucking quirk?!”

katsuki scoffed, waving a hand dismissively as he walked past you, “he’s a quirkless nerd, (y/n)-chan, you don’t have to defend him.”

“‘first-string heroes have stories about them from their school days’, did you say?” your eyes darkened, “you have the nerve to call yourself a hero after telling your childhood friend to commit suicide?!”

bakugou faltered at your obvious rage and he opened his mouth to argue.

“say that izuku is a quirkless nerd again, i dare you,” you growled, poking him harshly in the chest.

his so-called friends were long gone by now, choosing to escape your rage while they still could. for once, they were wise enough to make a good decision.

“(y/n)-”

“if i was quirkless,” you said slowly, dropping your arm to the side, “would you treat me the way you treat ‘zuku?”

the silence that followed was deafening as bakugou stared at you with wide eyes.

“you’re- you’re not though, right? i saw your fucking quirk with my own eyes-”

you scoffed, a sarcastic smile blooming on your face. “some friend you are, bakugou.”

he flinched at the sound of his last name, it being foreign coming from your lips. “(y/n)-chan-”

“i think it will be better if you call me by my family name, bakugou-san,” you cut in, turning around to check on izuku.

“wait a minute—” but you don’t turn around. *** katsuki awoke the next morning, still thinking back to the argument that you had with him yesterday. the image of the pure anger in your eyes was burned into his memory but he shook it off. you’ll meet up with him at school like you always do, and you’ll apologize to him for losing your temper and you’ll call each other by your first names again like you always do.

he arrived at school at half-past seven, already seeing you at your locker.

“oi, (y/n)!” he ran over to you, running a hand through his hair.

“i thought i told you to call me by my family name, bakugou-san,” you said, not sparing him a glance.

at your words, katsuki’s eyes widened. “how- how could you defend a quirkless bastard like that?!”

“that ‘quirkless bastard’ has been a better friend to me than you ever will be,” you snapped, words venomous as they left your lips. “maybe you should take a page out of his book from time to time.”

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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broken beauty | k.bakugou

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.1K

⇝ rating: for everyone.

⇝ genre: pro hero!au, model!au, angst.

⇝ summary: katsuki bakugou had never given you a reason to feel insecure, but when the distance between your worlds finally dawns on you, you feel yourself begin to break.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy angst, no happy ending, mentions of insecurity, self doubt, emotional distress and bakugou cursing again.

⇝ author’s note(s): hello everyone, i hope you’re all doing well and keeping safe during this time, this one-shot is a request from @yourlocalbabybird !!! i hope the angst is heavy enough for you heh, i tried my best so i hope you enjoy. thank you for all the love on my blog. also i tried a new banner style which i like a lot :(

with everything going on recently i’ve found this carrd to help us all stay educated and mindful of others <3

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bakugou had never given you a reason to feel insecure.

through your entire relationship, all you’d ever received from him was love— while it might not have been through grandest if gestures and shouting it from the rooftops, he showed you through lingering touches, soft kisses— dates on the rooftop and under the sunrise with hazy eyes and linked fingers. you were his world and he was yours, no relationship you’d ever had, felt as tight and secure as the one yourself and katsuki shared.

but that didn’t mean, you didn’t feel insecure by your own accord.

‘it’s just a modelling gig, nothing more, nothing less.’ is what you have to remind yourself while you sit behind the scenes on the set of bakugou’s latest shoot. your boyfriend is not a model per say, but fashion designers love a pro hero with good looks and a popular rank amongst the people; not only does it boost their brand but it’s often a good PR move on behalf of the heroes. a win win situation for all, including your boyfriend. bakugou is hot, you know that, he knows it and god so does the rest of japan— so it’s only natural that the top brands would want him splayed out on the cover of next month’s vogue magazine.

you’re proud of him, really, with your boyfriend right on track to become the next number two— you’re happy that he’s got the chance to experience an opportunity like this...but you can’t help but watch with burning eyes and a strained heart as he poses for the camera with her. ochako uraraka is no more of a model than your precious katsuki; but she is also sweet, gorgeous and a pro hero like himself. and unlike you, they had known each other since high school, being on the same hero course and all— but being a hero wasn’t an option for you, growing up quirkless you had forced you to choose a quieter route in life and whereby you opened up your own little cafe, so it was by chance that you’d even met your boyfriend.

everything was by chance. meeting bakugou, falling for bakugou, loving bakugou. but the world would never know of you, having a quirkless girlfriend could severely damage your lover’s reputation and rank on the charts— so of course, ochako would have been the next best choice to replace you by his side on the cover.

at the time, when plans for the shoot had first been revealed, you had been okay with it. bakugou had made sure of that, he would never do anything you weren’t comfortable with or that exceeded the bounds of your relationship, and the fairytale theme certainly didn’t bother you back then. but now; upon seeing the shirtless dragon king and barley clothed princess set up they had going for the two, you fee bile rise up in your throat and uncomfortable churning in your stomach— a sense of jealousy directing itself at the girl who had her hands all over your boyfriend, merely for the purpose of a photoshoot.

you hate the way they look at each other, as if they belong together— ‘it’s just acting.’ you tell yourself as bakugou lifts the brunette into his arms behind the camera, her dainty fingers splayed out against the caramel of his chest and the look in her eyes writes words of love. you shouldn’t be mad, upset or angry. it’s just his job, but you can’t help but feel that maybe bakugou would be better off with her instead of you.

ochako and bakugou, yn and bakugou. your mind had made itself up, it knew which one sounded better—the one where you weren’t included. the two would make sense together, both stunning pro heroes on the way to becoming the top, while you were just an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. clutching at your chest, you give bakugou a weak smile while he waves to you between pictures, blinking away tears you didn’t realise had formed.

“okay,” the shoot director claps, fixing the cape drapes neatly across the blonde’s shoulders. “i want you guys to look at each other; like you’re about to kiss— can you do that? and it’ll be the last shot for the day.”

your heartbeat stops in its tracks while blood rushes through your ears, the sound tuning everything out but that of katsuki’s voice. “i think we can do that.” is all you manage to make out before you jump to your feet and make a dash for the bathroom. you can no longer take being in a room with them both, the insecurities in your mind eating you alive.

you don’t bother to look back when you hear bakugou call your name, you don’t think you can handle seeing them together for a moment more.

“yn, baby...are you in here?”

chewing on your bottom lip, you do your best not to make a sound as the door to the bathrooms slams open so hard it almost hits the next wall. you knew it’d only be a matter of time before bakugou started searching for you, but then again you’d only been hidden away in the toilet cubicle for about fifteen minutes.

without a response, katsuki starts to check each cubicle next— growing more and more desperate by the second. you know he hates seeing you sad, it lifts your heart, only just, to know that the cares but the way you feel can’t be helped and couldn’t be for the longest time. you paw at your cheeks where tears have seared a pathway down them, trying to cover up any evidence of your emotions as your boyfriend approaches your cubicle.

the explosive blonde stops right outside of yours, his boots appearing in your view just underneath the door. “yn, i know you’re in there,” he mumbles simply after attempting to push open the door, voice so quiet you would have missed him if you weren’t hyper aware of his presence. it’s locked, of course. “come out and let’s talk, yeah?”

“can’t,” you whisper, moving to hug your knees whilst sitting on the toilet seat, as if that’s going to hide you away from the world.

“baby is this about the last shot? i swear i wasn’t thinking about what the director said— just wanted to get us home, you’ve been waiting for me all fuckin’ day...”

you hear bakugou sigh and lean against the door, an attempt to gather his feelings and words before talking again. you hate that you’re so insecure, at no fault of bakugou’s but simply because of your nature— you hate that the way you think could cause such a rift between yourself and the man you love. that’s why you had to do this.

but your lips move before your mind can catch up, whispering the questions that plague your thoughts and make you feel sick to the stomach. “would you have done it? kissed ochako for the shoot if i hadn’t been there?” the raging green of jealousy and fear swirl in the depths of your head, practically swallowing you whole throughout katsuki’s silence. was she prettier than you? did he like her too?

“fuck no... baby, god no—where is all of this coming from?”

you ignore his question and answer with another. “then, are you attracted to her?”

“not in the way that i am to you, yn there’s no one fucking else for me except for you. shit. will you tell me what’s going on now? let me in.” katsuki practically begs through the closed door, you can tell he’s leaning against it from how close he sounds. deep down, you know that everything you say hurts the blonde just as much as it hurts you— you don’t want him to be in pain alone and yet you’re not quite ready to face him. so instead, you slip to the floor and hold your hand out from underneath the door, waiting for your lover to take it. it’s not long before your palm is engulfed by a familiar hold and sense of warmth, and you almost smile at how quickly the pro is to grab your hand. “please come out, honey bear. tell me what you’re feeling. is it ‘cause of the shoot?”

you shake your head once before realising he can’t see you and squeeze his hand instead— milking the silence for a moment more, in order to think. to think about how you’re going to tell your charming, wonderful, amazing boyfriend that you can’t be his girlfriend anymore. that you’re from two separate worlds, in which his beats you down and makes you feel so insecure that you can’t stand back up without his help. how do you tell him without blaming him? how do you try without hurting him? “it wasn’t the shoot, katsu...” you start, that your voice trembles from the get go. it was never about the shoot. “katsu... you know i love you right?”

“of course, i love you too.” i hope you do.

“then, please understand...” i’m sorry.

“understand what, yn?” that i can’t stay.

“please understand why i can’t be with you anymore.” you breathe, leaning back against the cubicle wall as the sob that’s been building up in your chest finally breaks free.

for a second, you think bakugou will yank his hand away, tell you that he’s relieved and leave you there heart broken but to your surprise; he grabs onto you tighter— pressing himself against the cubicle even more as if he could phase right through and pull you into his arms. “you want to leave me—?” the explosive hero asks more so to himself than to you and you hate to imagine the pained confusion that now sits heavily in his vermillion eyes. “yn, please wait—“

“katsuki,” you cut him off with a heavy sigh and watery eyes, every fibre in your being is telling you not to do this— but for the sake of both you and your lover, you really have no choice. you need to get better, you want to start feeling good about yourself again but to do that you need to let go of him and your relationship so you have room to grow. “baby, i just want you to know that you’ve never done anything to make me insecure about this relationship or about myself; but when it does happen— when i do get insecure...i feel myself begining to break...” you turn your head to press it against the door; feeling bakugou’s warmth radiate through it. “we’re from two different worlds, katsu; and i simply don’t have a place in yours... you’re a pro hero and i’m the quirkless bland girlfriend who can’t be seen with you because of who you are—“

this time, the blonde interjects— slamming his fist against the door so hard that it makes you jump. “then...then fuckin’ be seen with me, i don’t give a crap about what my publicist says. not when you feel like that about yourself,” you see bakugou’s resolve crumbing even when you physically can’t. you don’t know what hurts more. “i need you here, with me, please—“

another squeeze to your hand, another silent plea. “katsuki, i’m so tired of looking down on myself too, i don’t want to feel bad because of the worlds we’re in and who we are but...” you falter as you hear you boyfriend finally crack through the shaky breaths he exhales on the other side. “but, i need to get better, for me, for both of us...i have to let us go.”

silence crackles through the air in the bathroom, heavy with pain unlike the usual comfortable ones you share together— where nothing else matters on the world aside from the love you have together. prying your hand from bakugou’s death grip, you stand up to wipe at your tears stained cheeks and sore eyes before unlocking the door to your cubicle. the blonde sits on the floor opposite you, still in the outfit the stylists had spent ages dressing him in hours before. only this time he’s there with a dark storm cloud sitting heavily over his precious heart.

vermillion eyes find yours, tired and broken beyond belief and you figure that you probably look the same. but still, bakugou smiles and opens his arms out for to ease your way into. “you’ll come back to me, right?” he almost whimpers when you finally relax into his chest, clinging onto his arms as if he’ll disappear. you know he understands, he doesn’t want to see you suffer anymore.

“i always will.”

you don’t know how long you spend holding each other from that moment on, in a quietness that speaks volumes of goodbyes and i love yous. all you know, is that your heart will always belong to katsuki bakugou long after this day; a broken beauty and all.

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kiyomai · 3 years

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I’ve missed your bnha posts sm (stilllove your hq posts). could I request bakugo, denki, deku, and sero having an event to go to since their pro heros and them not knowing what to wear and you’re helping them with it? take your time love ya

Helping Them Dress for an Event

ft. bakugou, kaminari, midoriya, sero

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BAKUGOU has the worst attitude when it comes to pro hero events. He’s grumpy and annoyed and he swears nothing goes right for him on those days. Bakugou always struggles to find clothes because of his attitude. He’s swearing up and down and throwing clothes around, unable to find the right outfit.

“I don’t understand why I even have to go to this stupid party,” he yells into his closet. “I fight villains and save lives daily and they still want more from me. I have nothing to wear- that’s it! I’m not going anymore.”

You usually come in before he can explode even more, guiding him to your shared bed while you look through his closet. He’s always appreciative when you take over for him. And when you finally find something, he loves that you don’t force him into it, he loves how you patiently wait for him to pull himself together.

“You’d look so handsome in this, Katsuki.” He rolls his eyes. “It’s only for a little while, and when you come home you’ll see the surprise I have for you.”

“I’m leaving the second my publicist says it’s appropriate.” He pulls you into a hug, swaying side to side. “And it better be a nice surprise.”

KAMINARI is laying in bed while you dig through his closet. He claims that he trusts your sense of fashion, but you and him both know it’s because he takes too long or because he chooses the most informal outfits. You usually spend a lot of time looking because his closet is a mess, clothes thrown carelessly after rummaging through it.

“You’re the best, babe,” he calls from the bed. “I’m gonna be the best dressed hero because of you.”

“If you don’t get up and help you’re gonna be the worst dressed hero at the event.”

Your threat always gets Kaminari jumping off the bed, he’s quick to help you fold all the clothes he’s left thrown around while you search. He really does mean it when he says you’re the best. It’s because of you that Kaminari feels like the hottest hero the world has ever seen, his friends think so too.

“How’s this?” You pull out a shirt and see his eyes practically sparkle.

“Chill out, Y/N,” he smirks. “Do you want someone to steal me from you? All the babes will be on me.”

“I’m positive the head of the commission won’t even bat an eye on you, Denki.” You close the closet and walk towards the door, leaving your offended boyfriend to pout.

MIDORIYA always picks out his clothes last minute. He’s always in a rush and dumps every article of clothing onto the bed, trying with all his might to find something decent to wear. When he’s close to giving up, he’s quick to call your name, guilt evident in his voice.

“Please.” He doesn’t have to say anything else, the clothes on the bed and his apologetic smile says it all.

“You should’ve called me before taking everything out of your closet, Izu.”

While you look through the pile of clothes, everything you’ve deemed ‘not good enough’ is quickly folded (it was the least he could do). He scolds himself every time, telling himself to quit leaving things until the last minute, and to learn how to dress himself for these types of events, but he won’t lie and say he doesn’t enjoy seeing you tend to him.

“Ah, thank you thank you,” he says. “What would I do without you?”

“You’d go to the party with a shirt that says ‘dress shirt.’” His embarrassed flush stayed with Midoriya the entire party.

SERO doesn’t need help getting dressed, he just prefers it when you’re there to help. It’s fun pretending that he’s clueless while you bite your lip in concentration trying to find him something to wear.

“So… what’re we thinking? Casual, business casual, or…”

“Ya know, you’re the one going to this party, not me.” You side-eye him. “Why am I the one looking for your outfit?”

Sero doesn’t leave all the work to you, he pulls out what he thinks is appropriate for the event and asks for your opinion on them. He’s quick to model for you, enjoying the way you scrunch up your face when you don’t like it, and how your eyes light up when you do.

“See why I ask you to look for my outfit?” He turns around, giving you the full view. “You’re the reason why I’m hot.”

“I guess you’re alright,” you sigh. “You look very handsome.”

a/n: omg I loved this!! This is my first time writing for Denki and Sero :0 I hope their characterization is okay!! This was so cute. if you’re reading this just know that I like these types of prompts; where it’s more general things rather than quirk related things. Likes, comments, and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <33

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teklarn · 3 years

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I NEED A PART TWO FOR BAUKGOU’S AWKWARD CONFESSION!!

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾 𝓹𝓽. 2

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

a/n: k the first one kinda blew up and i've been on tumblr for like a week and it made me rly happy receiving the requests ty <33 thank u for all the reblogs too !! this is a bit later than i hoped it would come out b/c half of the original fic was deleted by accident, but i’m on summer break until sept 5 so hopefully i’ll still update frequently.

𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕!

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you.

genre: lil angsty, fluffy at the end

warnings: cursing, one-sided pining, gave reader a quirk, the fighting scene is bs i cannot write action scenes at all im so sorry lol, second hand embarrassment for our dearest dynamight :(

word count: 2507

pls don't mind any typos! i try to edit to the best of my ability but i tend to type fast and i might miss a few or a lot of things.

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read part one here my loves !!

you found yourself bored, cheeks puffing out as you swirled around the drink in your glass cup, sitting across from midoriya. he was muttering again, which you’d always found cute, however you weren’t listening this time at all.

part of the reason you’d rejected bakugou was due to the fact midoriya had requested your attention first, and not as friends. if you’d told bakugou that, it would just wound his delicate ego on top of the fact that you truly had no interest in him whatsoever.

at the moment, though, he was the only thing on your mind. there was no sudden spark of attraction you’d felt when he’d confessed. of course, anyone would find it flattering that the katsuki bakugou found you attractive. his standards were higher than the clouds.

at the moment, it felt like something was blocking your chest from feeling something for him, however you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

“—it was amazing, right, y/n? y/n?”

your eyes flickered up to meet the emerald, wide-eyed eyes of your friend. you contemplated lying, but it was no use. shaking your head softly and pursing your lips, you set your drink down. “i’m sorry, midoriya. i’m just kind of...out of it, i guess you could say?”

he cocked his head to the side. “’out of it’?” he repeated.

“yeah,” you sighed, head pounding.

“is everything alright? maybe today isn’t the best time for this.”

“yeah,” you agreed. “maybe.”

“do you want to go back to the dorms?”

you nodded, massaging your temples. “yeah, yeah let’s go home.”

midoriya let out a soft chuckle through his nose, smiling. “alright.” he offered his hand, and you gladly let him heave you up.

“i’m sorry about this. honestly, midoriya, i enjoy your company, i really do. but i never assumed you’d catch feelings for me too—”

“too?” he blinked. the two of you continued on your way back to Heights Alliance.

you gulped. “yeah, there’s—”

“are you saying you caught feelings for me, as well?”

your eyes fell blank, lips parting in question. “no, uh. you know what? never mind.” you giggled gently in hopes the two of you would laugh it off without another thought. perhaps you should keep you and bakugou’s quiet interaction to yourself. midoriya and bakugou were already rivals enough.

the following week was agonizing in many ways. sitting beside bakugou guaranteed that you would get strange, judgmental looks. it never guaranteed his stolen glances. when you’d catch him staring, his cheeks would flare up, and you swore he had smoke puffing out his ears.

each time, he looked as if he would explode. what can you expect from a guy like him?

it was easy to assume you’d just pissed him off, though. you weren’t the type of person to tell everyone you’d been asked out, but you needed to speak to someone about it. the thought had been nagging you, stuck at the back of your mind but just on the tip of your tongue.

you even found that you were distancing yourself from midoriya, who, after asking you out, had insisted you begin calling him izuku. over everyone else, you’d choose him to speak to about the matter, but ever since you’d discovered he had feelings all along, it was strange being around him.

you viewed him differently. he shot you glimmering smiles and blushed softly when you said his first name.

“y/n?”

you twisted around to see mina rocking on her heels behind you. “yes?”

“are you okay? you seem...how do i put this.” she tapped a pink finger against her lips. “off. you seem off. is everything alright?”

your brows raised. “oh, yeah. i’m good. thanks for checking in.”

“is there anything you want to talk about?” she adjusted her hero costume. you and the rest of the girls were currently changing for another training exercise.

yaoyorozu fixed her hero costume. “i don’t mean to impose on anything, but i have to agree with mina, y/n. of course, there’s no pressure to tell us anything. you’re under no obligation to unless you need and want to talk to someone, but we’re here if you need us, okay?”

you nodded, smiling softly. “thanks you guys.”

it was the same training as before, however you were able to select a partner of your own. being that there were 21 students in the class, there was always ought to be a group of three, or one person left out. you’d come into yuuei out of pure luck, as some like to put it.

you’d found it offensive they’d assumed it was that and not your own pure skill. it’d taken a while to re-convince yourself that you were worthy of being in the class, even if you were usually the odd one out.

most students had already bonded by the time you arrived here, so finding a partner wasn’t always easy. once you and midoriya had gotten close, you two did most things together, however at the moment, you weren’t quite feeling it.

surprisingly, your eyes caught bakugou standing alone, eyes scanning the room for a partner. kirishima must have partnered up with another friend, then. it was always them together.

unfortunately, you weren’t quick enough to avoid either of them. bakugou was already trotting up to you, eyes locked on your figure just as midoriya began jogging to your side.

in perfect unison, they asked, “be my partner?” (in two very different tones, of course.)

you blinked between them, about to answer when aizawa came up behind you three.

“are you guys in the group of three?” your teacher deadpanned.

your shoulders slumped. “yeah, i guess so.”

“get to work. you’ve already wasted five minutes standing around.”

you nodded politely. “yes, sensei.”

you swallowed. bakugou’s crimson gaze was pinning you in your spot, and midoriya’s lips thinned with a lack of enthusiasm when bakugou looked back at him.

“get to work, you three,” aizawa repeated, walking away.

“i can take on both of you.” bakugou cracked his knuckles.

you clenched your fists. “we already know you’re at the top of the class, bakugou. there’s no need to rub it in our faces.”

he averted his eyes, cheeks flushing red. it was like a sad, silly way of letting you know you won this fight.

“i’ll go against you two,” you said, adjusting your hero costume.

midoriya’s eyes widened. “what? y/n, but—”

“but i’m not strong enough?” you finished for him. you knew where they ranked in strength, and while yours was just as powerful, if you let one thing slip, your arrows would disappear and you’d be dust. “that’s exactly my point, you two are practically at the top of the class with your quirks.”

“tch, don’t hold back,” bakugou said, readying himself.

“don’t go easy on me,” you mocked.

“y/n, do you really think this is a good idea—” before izuku could finish, you and bakugou launched yourselves at one another.

you charged forwards. an arrow flew from your hand, twisting its way right through the smoke of an explosion. when it cleared, bakugou was nowhere to be seen.

a gasp fell from your lips as you turned around just a little too late. your ears rang terribly as your back collided with the ground.

izuku cried out. green lightning flashed, and he was at your side in a moment. “kacchan!”

you groaned, sitting up. bakugou cut through the smoke with an arm. “fight me, damned nerd. there aren’t any pauses in a real fight.”

you wriggled yourself away from midoriya. “midoriya, you’re my enemy in this.”

“bu—”

“no buts. fight me. and don’t hold back.”

midoriya noted the determination in your eyes and stood, giving you a sure nod. you were back on your feet in a second. bakugou flew in the air and came crashing down just as fast as he conjured a blast in his right hand.

attacking wasn’t your best option right now. you were smart enough to know that. an arrow appeared flat at your back and pulled you from where bakugou was targeting.

cement flew into the air.

that blast could have wounded you badly. possibly killed you, if he’d hit the right spots.

in the air, you examined their zealous features. midoriya’s brows were furrowed in that determined smolder.

bakugou, as always, looked angry. as expected, he charged first, shooting himself into the air. his foot nearly collided with your face, missing my barely an inch. you took your shot, revealing the arrow you’d hidden behind your back. the tip collided with his chest.

you left the arrow to complete its command and stick your blonde opponent to the wall and trap him there while you went after midoriya.

while he bested you in strength, you did the same to him when it came to speed. you dodged his punches like they were weak attempts at hitting a ball in a park.

you grinned. in a battle of strength and speed, whoever landed the first hit would win. there was no question.

twisting in the air, you allowed the ball of your foot to shove midoriya to the ground. he cried out as his face was crushed into the cement.

it was perfect timing, as bakugou ripped free of your hold, the arrow keeping him in one spot dissolving into air as soon as its purpose was lost.

your head whipped around to see him charging for you.

your fingers curled. the headache pounding at your temples was beginning to get hard to ignore.

bakugou launched himself at you, spinning in the air like a missile. he really wasn’t going to howitzer you...right?

when he didn’t slow down, you threw your body to the right, the attack just barely missing your leg. it scorched a bit of your thigh. a groan fell from your lips as you cupped the area around the burn, shuddering with pain.

bakugou’s chest was puffed proudly as he marched up to you, hands cracking with excited explosions.

he pulled back his right arm, ready to spark up another fight as midoriya recollected himself. you bit your lip to hide the fact you were quivering.

it was sudden, but bakugou paused when he saw your hand fly up.

“give me a minute...” you gasped out, skin still sizzling.

“y/n! are you alright?”

you didn’t respond. midoriya smacked his friend’s arm. “kacchan! what’re you thinking?”

“midoriya, i’m fine. don’t stress over it.” you limped to your feet, rejecting the extended hand from your green-haired friend. “i’ll just go see recovery girl.”

“do you need—”

you smacked midoriya’s hand away, a little bit more rude than you intended it to be. “i’ll be...fine.” you offered a weak smile to hopefully make up for your tiny outburst.

although you could see in his eyes he wanted to help, midoriya nodded and stood by, hand falling back to his side. you clutched around the patch of burned skin. the sting had faded a bit, however there was a soreness to the wound that felt like a constant stabbing to your leg.

you swallowed the pain down, marching towards the exit with determination and a bit of a limp.

you looked back to see midoriya had gone off to tell mr. aizawa what was going on. your teacher nodded, understandingly.

there were a few worried glances and offers for help in the hall, but you’d neglected them all and found yourself relieved to see recovery girl in her office, typing away.

she turned as the door opened. “please knock beforehand next time—oh, dear. y/n? are you alright?”

you gave a tense nod. “mhm. just got a bit banged up in training today.”

the old woman pursed her lips, smile lines becoming evident. “i see.” she led you to the small cot reserved for patients such as yourself and directed you to sit down.

she examined the bruise. “it’s fairly bad. what happened?”

you made a gesture to the door. “i was brawling with bakugou and things got...intense.”

“that boy has quite an extreme side to him, as i’ve come to notice.”

“mhm,” you agreed.

“unfortunately, y/n, i have no ointments to be able to treat this properly.”

you nodded sheepishly before the old woman smooched your cheek. a soft green glow radiated around you.

when she pulled back, she said, “now, your body will be trying to catch up on the healing process. that’s what my quirk does. speed up recoveries. since it’s sped up, you’ll require some rest, preferably sleep. i’ll make sure your teachers know you’re excused for the rest of the day, sound good?”

“yes, thank you recovery girl.”

she pushed herself out of her rolling chair and left the room, smiling at you.

your eyes fluttered shut not long after that.

the sun was gone when you woke up, the hallway light flickering off.

“good, you’re awake.”

you looked to the left. you cried out, gathering the white sheets around yourself despite being completely clothed. “bakugou! what the hell? you stalker! you creep!”

bakugou took the slap you gave him on his arm. it was light, and didn’t do much damage.

“what...what do you want?”

even in the dark, you could tell bakugou’s cheeks were burning red. “about...about the other day. i wanted to talk to you about it.”

your chest fluttered in unwanted hope. “there’s nothing to talk about.”

“dammit, y/n, i wish there wasn’t anything to talk about. you’re insufferable and annoying and i can’t stand being around you because no matter what’s going on, you make my chest feel all funny. it’s stupid, and i can’t take my eyes off of you.”

heat rushed to your cheeks. “i’m flattered, really. but i-”

“i’m not asking you to reciprocate my shitty feelings. if anything, it’s better if you don’t.”

“bakugou, i wasn’t...” you paused.

“you what?” he snapped, voice soft despite his tone.

“i was going to say that ever since you...ever since you asked me out, i’ve been conflicted about my own feelings.”

“the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“i’m not sure if i like you back or not, bakugou. but hearing you say all this...makes me want to give it a shot. sort of. also, why the hell are you watching me sleep?”

bakugou swept hair from his eyes. “don’t go and try to change the subject on me, dumbass.”

you gulped.

“so what’re you saying?”

“i’m saying,” you started, “i’m saying that maybe i want to go out on that date with you.”

“say it again.”

“what?” you looked up, his eyes boring into yours.

“i said i want you to say it again. tell me you want to go out on a date with me.”

it startled you how sure he was when he knew what you wanted, too. this was unlike the last attempt to ask you out.

“katsuki bakugou, i want to go on a date with you.”

he grinned. “where to?”

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mochi-marie · 3 years

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I hope this isn’t too much but can you do some bnha characters comforting the reader? Maybe she has low self esteem and thinks down of herself? Maybe with hawks, Shigaraki, Bakugou and Todoroki? Sorry it’s just I’m not in the best mood > <

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 / 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 / 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 + 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 ˎˊ˗

author’s note : it's not too much at all, love!! i love writing comfort, this is more than okay! and no need to apologize, everyone gets upset sometimes <3 just remember that you're loved, and take care of your mental health — that goes for everyone reading this! also, i ended up writing two small blurbs for bakugou and todoroki, so i hope they're okay? <3

perspective : gender neutral

characters : bakugou katsuki, todoroki shoto, keigo takami, shigaraki tomura

warning : angst to comfort, themes of self-hate / self-esteem issues

⊰ 𝗕𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗚𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗜 ⊱

♡ … bakugou may not seem like it, but he is very observant. he tends to notice slight changes in routines, or in attitudes. this often times includes noticing changes of mentality.

♡ … the moment that he realizes you're upset, specifically upset with yourself, he understands. he's been through similar feelings of inferiority, and a part of him aches at the idea of you feeling the way he did.

♡ … over time, katsuki tries to reach out to you in subtle ways. making you food more often, offering small glances and holding your gaze with his own with a hidden questioning look while he wished he could say : "hey, i'm here for you"

♡ … but subtlety often doesn't work. he realizes it when your issues seem to finally bubble up and you're nowhere in sight...

bakugou found himself staring into dark wood, eyes downcast at the slit under the door with low, yellow light illuminating from the crack. Taking a deep breath, going over the words in his head for what felt like the one-hundredth time, his hand lifted up to meet the door — your door — and his knuckles bounced, the rapping jolting him out of the haze he had been trapped under. bakugou's mouth felt dry, mind blanking and words dying on his lips when he heard a soft voice call out; "who is it?"

"open the door." strong, stable, calm. katsuki's eyes trailed the length of the illuminated slit, watching for any movement that would be caught by shifting shadows. "wh-" "just let me in, (name)." his voice was quick and sharp to respond, a stark contrast to the worry swimming in his scarlet red eyes. surprisingly, the click and shift of a lock was heard, and the door cracked open, revealing you. you could only imagine how disheveled you appeared — large, oversized lounge clothes draping over your figure, hair messy, and no doubt bags under your eyes, deprivation of mental rest clearly written across your face. "b-bakugou, why're you-"

arms wrapped around your shoulder tightly, surprise making you stumble back as your own instinctively wrapped around bakugou's mid-section. his face was pushed against your head, his spikey blonde hair tickling your face as the realization dawned. bakugou knew, he was there. he knew the deepest, darkest depths of his own mind that was tainted with ideas of inferiority, of guilt and regret, and of self-hate. he knew more than anyone how you felt in that moment, and he silently enveloped you in the comfort of attention and understanding.

"how'd you know?" you murmured softly, trying your best to swallow back the hot sting behind your eyes.

"it's my job to know." was his only response.

⊰ 𝗧𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗜 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗢 ⊱

♡ … todoroki can be a bit oblivious with childish things such as jokes, or with some types of emotions, but he understands self-esteem and the issues surrounding the concept.

♡ … watching your facial expressions, he immediately takes notice of the way you avoid mirrors, or in the way you seem to dodge compliments and brush off insults with a hidden frown and hurt bleeding from your expressive eyes.

♡ … todoroki would not waste any time, and would be quick to come and confront you about what's bothering you.

♡ … he may not fully understand the extent of your issues, but he will not stand aside and watch a loop of self-destruction start...

todoroki watches the smile on your lips fade to a thin line as others laughed around you, watching carefully as your gaze wandered to your hands that rested in your lap, fiddling nervously with your fingers. his stomach twisted into knots as he observed you silently, blank look on his face ever-present as he watched you get left behind once again. he watched the corner of your lips twitch, observed as the sigh flew harshly from your lips, and as your head dropped to stare into your lap.

furiously blinking, doing your best to hide your distraught face from others, a hand pressed itself to your upper back. the positioning was awkward, yet safe; hand curving to the upset hunch of your back. the hand was warm, and as you lifted your head, meeting his dual-colored eyes that matched his white and red split hair. "(name)?" his voice was calm and soft, eyebrows creasing in furrowed worry as his hand traveled to yours that had continued fiddling, taking your fingers into his palm. his thumb absentmindedly rubbed over your knuckles softly, having paused.

"are you okay?" sincerity dripped from his honeyed voice, genuine worry for a close one obvious. the tears that slipped from your eyes didn't startle him; todoroki calmly waited, until your head dropped to lean against his shoulder, feeling terrible for letting him see you in such a weak moment.

"it's okay, (name). speak when you're ready. i'm here for you." was his soft response to your silence, his heart pounding in his chest.

no one dared to disturb you two, as he listened to you let your emotions out.

⊰ 𝗞𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗢 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗠𝗜 ⊱

♡ … climbing in through your apartment window to be greeted with a surprised gasp was confusing.

♡ … when his head snapped up to see tear streaks on your cheeks with rosy eyes and a red nose, his heart climbed into his throat.

♡ … keigo's normal cockiness drained from his person, replaced with a side of him that doesn't normally show all too often -- seriousness and care overtakes his features, being emotionally intelligent.

♡ … he drops anything that he may have been carrying in favor of scooping you up into his arms after pulling off some of his pro-hero equipment ( visor, gloves, etc ).

♡ … keigo looks down to you, cradled in his arms with tears brimming that nearly draw water to his own eyes.

♡ … "what happened?" he asks softly, in a low voice as to avoid any more tears that would slip if he spoke any louder. his voice was barely above a whisper.

♡ … if you choose to say what's been bothering you, he'll listen closely, still holding you close to his chest with his chin resting on the crown of your head, sitting down on a sofa or a bed.

♡ … if you choose to stay silent, not yet ready or not quite in the right mind to convert bitter thoughts into coherent words that would make sense, he'll simply hold you to his figure until you're ready to talk!

♡ … will be a bit clingy, if it doesn't annoy you too much! he'll grumble a bit if you try to push away, and will sit outside the bathroom door if you needed to use it.

♡ … for the rest of the night he's never too far away, sticking near you as much as possible to offer any and all comfort that you need, only getting up to follow you to the bathroom or to grab you any snacks or drinks you may want, or blankets and pillows.

⊰ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗞𝗜 𝗧𝗢𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 ⊱

♡ … shigaraki is known to not care for others and their qualms, acting childish and not being the best in understanding certain emotions or knowing how to deal with them within himself or others.

♡ … but having a relationship with you ( in some way or another ), he may have learned a bit. that doesn't mean he won't hesitate greatly though, once met with your tearful expression and curled up figure.

♡ … all you see is his frozen, ridged form, standing as still as a statue. yet his heart is pounding wildly in his chest, breath caught in his throat and skin starting to irritatingly itch.

♡ … his hand crawls up to his neck to absent-mindedly scratch, observing the way you opted to turn from his view. yet it was hard to miss the way you tried your best to stop the small bobbing of your shoulders that ached in the suppression of your cries.

♡ … an awkward, uncomfortable presence was sat next to you after a few minutes. no touching, just company. his company, unsure of what was appropriate, not knowing what to do, or what you would want from him.

♡ … if you don't tell him want you want, or what you need, the most he might do is place a tentative hand on your shoulder to test the waters, unsure of what he was doing, fingers twitching in uncomfortable tenseness.

♡ … he wants to help, he knows that he should help, but he doesn't know how to interact with people who are suffering with these emotions.

♡ … you'll have to be to one to move; to crawl into his embrace and manually wrap his arms around your frame, to be the one to initiate so that he can finally loosely wrap his arms around you — still hesitant and rigid, but wanting to help you in any way you would need — and let you bury your head into the crook of his neck.

♡ … while he may not be sure about physical or emotional connection, he understands that you need him, and that you need time to be able to explain the self-disparaging thoughts that run wild in your head.

♡ … will let you sit and cling to him for the rest of the day, and doesn't dare move unless you yourself moves first, not wanting to risk worsening any thoughts -- the absolute opposite of what he would wish.

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makeste · 3 years

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hello! I’ve seen some debate as to whether the 2nd meant allies in general would bolster izuku and although I do think that’s true (ofc any sort of support system that he lets himself rely on would bolster him) I feel like if that was what was meant it would’ve been made clearer? maybe instead of just katsuki showing up, the final panel would’ve had several students burst onto the scene. what are your thoughts?

agreed. and incidentally this is another big reason why it's not Toga. if it was her then Horikoshi wouldn't have devoted any time to OFA II's little hype speech. it just makes it kind of pointless, unless this whole time we've been sleeping on Toga's hidden ability to bolster Deku lmao.

but anyways, yeah. and I mean, Two's commentary here is really just acknowledgement of something we've long since known already. Kacchan is the one who will ultimately be able to reach Deku. we don't actually need a piece of dialogue to tell us this, because the manga has been showing it to us since day one. his resume is fucking stacked. I mean, let's go through it.

he is mean.

I love this you guys. I honest to god love it. because the thing is, if you ask anyone what Kacchan's absolute worst quality is, this would be the obvious answer, right? "he's an asshole" lmao.

but that's exactly what we need right now!! someone who's not afraid to tell it like it is, and won't try to sugarcoat things. someone who's not afraid to argue back and risk hurting someone's feelings. because right now Deku is walking all over anyone who can't do that. All Might tries to feed him lunch and he's like "nah I'm good, anyways bye." Endeavor tries to tell him to rest and he's all "I'm fine" and fucking hangs up the phone. nuh uh. enough of that. what we need is someone who will call him out on his shit. "hah!? don't tell me you're fine when it's obvious to anyone you can barely stand on your own two feet, dumbass."

he is stubborn.

kind of ties into the other thing, but yeah. right now we need a bullheaded asshole who won't take no for an answer if he thinks he's right. good luck trying to sweet talk your way out of this one, Deku.

he understands the situation.

this one is important, because in fairness, simply standing in front of Deku and saying "you shall not pass" isn't gonna be enough to actually accomplish anything here. ultimately he's going to have to be able to reason with Deku too. and so in that respect, it certainly doesn't hurt that Kacchan is someone who understands the OFA situation as well as anyone, and has always had clear judgment about it. he understands the threat of AFO ("they all died young"), and he understands the burden of All Might's legacy. he knows what Deku is dealing with, and that's going to give him an edge when it comes to finding that elusive-yet-critical talk no jutsu knockout blow.

he's been where Deku is now.

Kacchan knows a thing or two about burdens. granted, they've more often than not been ones that he's put on himself, but that didn't make them any less heavy. Deku right now is struggling not just with his feelings of responsibility, but also with all of the misplaced guilt that's feeding into it. AFO is targeting him. if innocent people get caught in the crossfire then that's on him. every minute that AFO stays out there getting stronger and causing more chaos is all on him, because he hasn't defeated him yet. and so on and so forth.

and Katsuki knows what that's like. because he blamed himself for what happened to All Might. that feeling of "if I'd only been stronger" is one that he's intimately acquainted with. that feeling of blaming yourself, of not being able to look someone you care about in the eye because you think it's your fault they got hurt. this is something he knows. this is a road he's already been down. and so if Deku tries to pull any "you don't understand" nonsense, Kacchan is uniquely situated to immediately shoot that shit right down.

he's immune to low blows.

lol I keep thinking of all the different counterarguments that Deku could make, and all the different ways in which Kacchan is perfectly equipped to handle them. anyway, so this particular thing is a very recent development, but very fortunately timed. so as we all know, Kacchan was a first class dick to Deku during their childhood. something which Deku, with his abnormally kind and forgiving nature, has never once confronted Kacchan about, even though he would have absolutely had the right. but anyway, so here's the thing though -- right now I fully believe that Deku can and will do or say just about anything in order to get Kacchan and the others to leave. and that includes hurting them in order to save them. so it would not surprise me at all if Deku goes as far as to throw Katsuki's old, cruel, selfish behavior back in his face as part of a last-ditch effort to get him to back down. desperate times and all that.

and maybe there was a time when that actually would have worked. but here's the other thing -- we know something Deku doesn't. namely, that Kacchan has recently leveled up emotionally and has finally unlocked his atonement quest. he finally understands that it's not all about him. which means that it doesn't matter even if Deku pulls out the big guns. he may hurt his feelings, but he's not going to scare him off, because Kacchan's focus right now is on atonement, not forgiveness. he's not doing this for a pat on the head. he's doing it because it's the right thing to do. and no amount of insults will be able to sway him from that.

he learned from the best.

I said this in another post a couple of weeks back, but yeah. Angsty Nomad Deku has nothing on early Kacchan in terms of pushing people away. early Kacchan was the motherfucking king of pushing peeps away. if you so much as LOOKED at this kid in such a way that SUGGESTED you might even be THINKING about possibly trying to save him, he would straight up throw a ten-year hissy fit lmao. Deku's "All Might, you don't have to tag along anymore"s ain't got SHIT on all of Kacchan's "STAY BACK DEKU"s and "I'D RATHER LOSE!!!"s and "OMFG HOW DARE YOU BE THE ONLY PERSON TO TRY TO SAVE ME FROM THIS RAMPAGING SLUDGE MAN WHO'S ABOUT TO SUFFOCATE ME TO DEATH"s. Kacchan is the undisputed goat here lol.

but anyway, so what this means is that he has accumulated a whole HOST of iconic lines and fateful parallels which he can throw back in Deku's face at a moment's notice. and the best part is that he learned it all from THIS EXACT MOTHERFUCKER, RIGHT HERE. what is Deku even gonna do!! argue against his own past actions?? "well, uh, I guess now that you mention it I should have just sat back and watched you die all those times" OH REALLY?? YOU DON'T SAY. THAT SOUNDS SO CONVINCING.

and so guess what, Deku -- if Kacchan was worth saving, then you're worth saving too. it's an ironclad argument. congratulations son you played yourself.

he always wins.

okay so real talk, we all know that what's really driving Deku right now is his fear of losing people. he's helpless against that. he saw Kacchan get stabbed right before his eyes and it fucked him up. he saw all these other people getting hurt and killed because he couldn't save them, and he straight up could not deal with those emotions at all. he's scared. he's more afraid of that happening again than of anything else. and AFO knows that, and that's why he's resorted to his current tactics, which have isolated Deku even further and caused him to push even All Might away.

what Deku is missing right now, and what he needs to have restored, is trust. trust is the antidote to fear. and when you're as scared as Deku is, it takes an extraordinary amount of assurance in order to ease those fears. basically you don't want to place your faith in anything less than an absolutely sure thing.

but Kacchan is exactly that. this is the exact type of situation that Kacchan's "aiming for the top" overkill confidence was made for. he's the one who never loses!! the hero who's going to surpass all other heroes!! Deku inherited All Might's compassion, but Kacchan inherited his determination. Kacchan is someone who brings reassurance. his confidence is unwavering. and in the end, I think it will be strong enough to pull even Deku back out from the darkness.

he is strong.

Kacchan is Deku's rival in every sense of the word, and I fully believe he's capable of matching him step for step even now. and so Deku can try to push him away, but Kacchan is capable of withstanding that force and staying his ground. Deku can try to run, but Kacchan still has him matched for speed. and as a last resort, Deku can even try to defeat him -- but Kacchan won't ever concede to defeat.

and all of this ties back into what I was saying about trust. because Kacchan is strong. strong enough not to die. strong enough to live. strong enough to not make others worry about him. and that's what Deku so desperately needs right now in order to finally let go of his fears. Deku needs someone who can get him to trust in others again, and to do that, he has to be able to trust in their strength.

and last but not least...

he has a secret weapon up his sleeve.

several, as a matter of fact. his hero name reveal. his apology, if he chooses to give it now (though I could see him waiting for a more sincere moment, rather than whipping it out now when it could be misconstrued as a manipulation tactic). but perhaps most importantly...

never underestimate the power of an iconic role reversal. because that's what I'm getting at here, if it wasn't clear lol. this probably would have worked better if I had a picture of him actually reaching out to Deku. but I mean, that's kind of the point lol. I don't have one because he hasn't done it yet. BUT CAN YOU IMAGINE. good luck withstanding that, Deku.

so yeah. look at all that. he really is a one-man Deku-saving army. which is not to say that the other kids won't have a part to play as well, or that it's not important for them to be there, because it is. but as far as the lead role goes, it's Kacchan. like that astronaut meme guy says. always has been.

oh and as a bonus he was smart enough to finally leave the mask at home today lol. LET DEKU SEE THE SINCERITY IN YOUR EYES. YESSSSSSS.

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jekacatrina · 3 years

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Fate don't know you like I do

Hello, guys, have this super cheesy and self indulgent piece I wrote for Bakudeku day! I'm so happy to be part of this fandom and all the wonderful content creators out there, so here's my little contribution, enjoy! I wrote it super fast so sorry for any mistake or typo!

Also, the title is a song I love, please check it out, it inspired the whole thing!

Izuku wakes up to the sight of his bedroom ceiling, body aching and mind restless. He’s no longer wearing his hero suit, except for the undershirt and his pants, everything else is gone. Slowly, the yells of the crowd infiltrate his thoughts and he wishes to run away, to go to where he can’t hurt anyone he cares about.

He has to leave. He is being selfish. Izuku props himself up on his elbows.

“That’s the face of a rabbit ready to bolt,” the gruff voice startles him, and he turns to see Kacchan sitting on his desk, frowning. It adds up that they wouldn't leave him without someone standing guard.

Kacchan has changed out of his hero suit, and a dark grey long sleeved t-shirt hides the bandages on his shoulder and stomach, but Izuku is keenly aware of the wounds he was sporting as he flew around trying to keep him from leaving. By the end, his childhood friend was bleeding through them. That was Izuku’s fault; both Kacchan reopening his injuries and the fact that he has them in the first place.

“Kacchan, I'm so-“

“Save it, nerd,” he abandons the desk chair and shuffles closer.

Izuku takes him in; after weeks of agonizing over the state in which he left Kacchan, seeing him do a perfect arch in the air and stop a villain with a precise AP Shot, filled him with a relief so strong, it paralyzed him, and he was only able to stare in awe.

During the following fight, if Izuku can call it that when it was against his friends, Kacchan was everywhere; coordinating different maneuvers, and he even had a new move. Izuku told his friends they couldn’t keep up, and he remembers vaguely that he apologized, because in reality they’re miles ahead of him.

Still, nobody is like Kacchan: certain and absolute, pure will held together by his convictions. He never backs down, and he never gives up, only marches forward. Izuku never stood a chance against him, in more than one way.

Kacchan kneels by the bed, putting an elbow on the bed, close to his hips, and lazily resting his head on his hand.

“Kacchan, I can’t stay here,” he mumbles, trying to convey all his inner turmoil. He wants to stay, he is so tired and scared, but he will not risk anyone for his sake.

Kacchan frowns in response.

“You can, and you will, dumbass,” he states, surprising him by clutching his forearm. “I’m not chasing your sorry ass around anymore.”

“Then let me go,” Izuku turns his arm, grabbing him as well.

“You’re not going anywhere, Izuku.”

The name travels through his body, lighting him up on the inside, coursing through him with the violence of the first time he used One For All, equally exhilarating and terrifying.

It all comes back to him; the rain, his words, his bow, Izuku collapsing and Kacchan appearing in time to support him.

Izuku.

“You apologized,” he whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “You said all those things in front of the whole class.”

“I had to, asshole, you left before I could tell you in private,” he doesn’t look embarrassed or regretful. Kacchan doesn’t shy away from his decisions once he makes up his mind. “Only a shitty letter for explanation and that was it.” He shakes his head. “You didn’t even let me go with you, idiot.”

“You’re still dealing with the outcome of the last time I let you come with me.” The tears are running freely down his cheeks. “I had to watch how he almost took you away from me.” He scrubs his eyes furiously with his free hand, not letting go of Kacchan. “I can’t allow more people to suffer because of me.” He’s on his way to a full on breakdown, struggling to get air in his lungs, and blood roaring in his ears, the noises muffled.

Suddenly, Kacchan is hovering over him, shoving his shoulder firmly.

“Hey, Deku, scoot over,” Izuku only glances at him through his crying, baffled. “Give me some room to lay down, like when we were kids.” He’s already in the process of climbing on the bed, and Izuku manages to slide his body closer to the other end, grabbing the bed cover when the weight of his childhood friend laying down almost makes him roll over him. “Jesus Christ, you stink,” Kacchan complains.

“I know,” Izuku turns on his side, creating more space between them. Hygiene wasn’t that high on his list of priorities, not even eating or sleeping was, and he feels awful. He didn’t have the energy to shower before passing out.

“You smell like dirt and sweat.” Kacchan scrunches up his nose. “Worst of all, you reek of that goddamn martyr complex, and it pisses me off.” he turns too, and traps Izuku in his red gaze. “If you’re choosing to ignore all I said before, at least pay attention to the last part.” He’s not sugarcoating his words, he’s as brash as he always is. “We all want to fight, because we’re heroes and we want to protect everyone, including the fucking chosen one, whether you want us to or not. I’m not asking for your damn permission, and neither is any of the rest. So, you can either play nice and make it easy for us, or be a self-sacrificial idiot, making it all the more annoying. Your call.”

“I don’t know how to stop,” Izuku grimaces, reaching for him with a shaky hand, and awkwardly squeezes his arm. “I’m not ignoring all you said, Kacchan” he chooses to focus on that, gaze in his All Might covers. “I, I forgave you a long time ago, mostly because I wanted to focus on the good parts, so in a way I let go of it for me.” He forgets about his smell, and scoots closer, resting his forehead close to his shoulder. “But thank you, Katsuki.” He hasn’t said that name in ages, but that doesn’t come from any animosity on his part. Kacchan has always been and will always be Kacchan. Izuku feels him move as Kacchan places his chin on top of his matted curls, and they stay like that for a while, with their past laid to rest at last.

Kacchan speaks up first.

“Listen, Deku, everything is getting pretty fucking real,” he pauses for a moment. “Shit is really dangerous for any of us, but for you it is like a thousand times worse. Your ass is a fucking death magnet, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“One For All is a big responsibility, Kacchan, but it’s not yours.” He does his best to keep his voice low and soft, the weight of the legacy crushing him.

“The Hell is not!” Kacchan retorts vehemently. “You made it my deal the moment you told me!” Izuku winced. “What’s up with that? Wasn't that the biggest secret ever? Are you that much of a blabber mouth?”

Izuku clutches his arm harder.

“I wasn’t going to let you think I lied all those years.” He explains, and in a moment of bravery, he continues. “I’ve never been anything but honest with you, Kacchan.”

The anger in his voice disappears as fast as it came.

“I know that, idiot.” His bigger hand finds Izuku’s hip. “One for All is your responsibility, but you are mine.” Izuku is pretty sure he stops breathing. “Since we were fucking four years old, and you were this quirkless little shit that wouldn’t quit chasing after me, no matter how much I pushed you away.” Kacchan scoffs and his breath tickles him. “Well, congrats, dumbass, now you have me and I’m not going anywhere.” His heart flies to his throat and doesn’t let any word come out. Kacchan growls, clearly bothered by his silence. “All for One VS One For All is the fucking shit show for the ages, and of course you, Deku of all people, have to be right in the middle of that crap.” He talks through clenched teeth, and Izuku longs to soothe him, but there’s nothing he can say to fix the situation. “All those who fell against that fucking maniac and now you have to-” Kacchan chokes up, and punches Izuku on the arm. “Whatever, there's nothing I can do for those nobodies that came before you, but you have an advantage over them.”

“What’s that?” He whispers in a small voice, not believing he is having this conversation in bed with his childhood friend.

“You have me,” Kacchan utters, and Izuku feels like he hit him with an explosion, sweeping his feet from under him. “Just let me set something straight, Deku, I’m not going to be your fucking sidekick, you hear me? You watch my back and I watch yours. I don’t trust anyone to keep up with you.”

I don’t trust anyone else to protect you.

“Kacchan-”

“You deal with this crap once and for fucking all, Deku, and we come up on top.” Kacchan declares, Izuku can hear the smirk in his words, and he has to smile back. “I don’t settle for anything but the best, and taking down fucking evil incarnated, I’m in, Deku, I’m all in.” He disentangles them, leaning back with a vulnerable expression, and offers his hand for Izuku to clasp. “What do you say?”

Izuku wants to say no, push him away from danger and lock him somewhere where he is going to be safe, but he knows Kacchan. He is determined, stubborn to a fault, and braver than anyone he has met. If he sets his mind on protecting Izuku, nothing is going to stop Kacchan, not even him.

That’s why Izuku loves him like he does.

In this space, with just the two of them, Izuku can be honest with himself: He is scared, and he has been for a while.

Scared of not living up to All Might’s hopes.

Scared of never mastering this power.

Scared of letting down all the people that gave up their lives to take down All For One.

Scared of being the wrong choice.

At the end of the day, Midoriya Izuku is terrified of not being enough.

In the midst of all the fear and doubt, he sees Kacchan; the person Izuku admires the most, the hero he has chased since he was four years old, and the driving force behind his progress. Kacchan, who knows all of him, and understands him because he sees Izuku for who he is, all the good and bad parts.

His Kacchan, who is now offering to help him and ease his burden, risking his dream, his precious life in the process, to stay close to Izuku and protect him.

A part of him, the one that imitates All Might, is screaming at him that he has to reject the support, to do it on his own. He should hold the weight of the legacy by himself. However, the other part of him, the one that believes Kacchan is what victory looks like, tells him he isn’t All Might and he doesn’t have to be.

He is Midoriya Izuku, and he is allowed to live his life and fight his battles on his terms, just as Kacchan does.

He clasps his hand, and Kacchan smiles, without a trace of mockery or anger, just plain happiness and relief lifting the corners of his mouth. Izuku hasn't seen him smile like that in years, and he needs to say something. He means to say yes to his offer, maybe thank him, but what comes out instead is:

“I love you.”

The punched out gasp that Kacchan lets out shocks Izuku more than his confession does. He can’t believe the words he has hidden for so long in his heart escaped that easily. More shocking is the fact that he doesn’t want to take it back. Even if he is scared of many things, Kacchan isn’t one of them. Yes, Kacchan frustrates him, he worries him, and makes him nervous, but Izuku is not scared of him, never has been. He can die any day now, any of them can, and he is done with silencing his feelings.

Kacchan is not screaming or scowling, neither he is leaping out of the bed and running away from him, so Izuku would say he is mostly stunned, although he doesn’t see why. His feelings for him are a key part of the person he is. Izuku admires him, cares for him.

Izuku loves him.

“Do you mean it?” The question seems to pain him. He hasn’t released his hand.

“Yes, Kacchan.” Izuku is not hiding it, not anymore.

“After everything?”

The words strike his heart and cut deeply. Izuku doesn’t hold any grudge or resentment, and he can’t tolerate the idea of Kacchan thinking he can feel something for him despite their past.

“Because of everything, Kacchan,” Izuku replies, touching their joined hands with his forehead, shying from the red eyes. “The past doesn’t disappear, but that’s not our present, and definitely not our future.” He takes a deep breath to calm his heart. “You don’t have to say anything. I didn’t say it to get an answer.”

“Deku, you can do so much better,” Kacchan says, bluntly.

Izuku doesn't let the obvious rejection deter him from speaking with the truth.

“I don’t see how,” he stares at him, mustering a wonky smile. “You are you, Kacchan; you’re brave, honest, loyal, brilliant, and hardworking.” The words spill without filter, and he drinks the sight of his pale skin blushing. “It’s not about doing better, just who I choose, because when it comes down to it, I chose you a long time ago, Kacchan.”

Kacchan tips his head up, the blond strands cloaking his eyes. Izuku refuses to regret coming clean about his feelings, but as the silence grows between them, he starts to fidget. Little by little, he realizes the true weight of his confession, and the bridges he might be burning.

“This doesn’t have to change anything, Kacchan.”

“It changes everything, Deku,” he replies, not missing a beat.

Izuku curses his luck; it was just like him to confess his love right when Kacchan finally came back to him, something Izuku hadn’t dreamt in his wildest dreams. Dealing with these feelings much longer, when they are so powerful and consuming is not possible. Still, he should have tried, for the sake of their friendship.

A callous finger touches his chin, breaking his spiral of thoughts, and lifts his face. The fiery eyes are wide and defenseless, embers instead of the wild inferno Izuku expected.

The first touch of chapped lips is an awakening, and his first kiss is over before he can finish tasting it.

Kacchan leans back, and for the second time in his life, Izuku’s mind goes blank and his body moves on its own, chasing after him. Their second kiss is messy, they don’t have any experience, but Izuku is lost to it. He tries to commit to memory every brush of their lips and ragged gasps, how soft is his blond hair, and the feeling of fingers sinking in his curls, guiding the kiss.

They break apart, but stay close.

"You didn’t have to do that, Kacchan,” he says against his mouth.

“I never do shit I don’t want to do, Deku.”

Izuku grabs him again, bunching up his t-shirt, so full of love that he fears he is going to float away if he doesn’t get a firm grip.

“Deku, I-“ his voice quivers and Izuku kisses him again, softly and reassuringly.

“It’s okay, Kacchan, you don’t have to say anything yet.” Izuku told him because he wanted him to know, but he has had years to come to terms with it. He’s not expecting Kacchan to figure everything out right now.

“You better stick around after that, you damn nerd,” he touches their foreheads together. “Or take me with you. Two options, I’m magnanimous like that.”

Izuku giggles, the sound so foreign after the past weeks.

“Okay, Kacchan, for that I’ll stick around.”

“Or you’ll take me with you.”

Izuku is still terrified of anything happening to him, but he trusts him the most.

“I’ll stick around or take you with me,” he promises, and Kacchan nods satisfied, wrapping Izuku in his arms and hugging him closer. “I thought you said I stink.”

“You fucking do,” Kacchan says immediately. “When I think about this, the first thing that is going to pop into my mind is that my first kiss smelled like a wet dog.”

Izuku laughs until he cries, and Kacchan joins him.

At one point, his back is to Kacchan, and he’s playing with his hands. Izuku’s so relaxed his eyes are drifting close, sleep taking over.

“Hey, Deku,”

“Yes, Kacchan?” he says drowsily.

“You have magnificent taste.”

Izuku snorts, pulling his arm tighter around him.

“I’m going to sleep now,” he murmurs, and he jumps when Kacchan buries his face on the crook of his neck. “Wake me up if something happens.”

“You can trust me, Deku, nobody is going to pass through me.”

Izuku believes him with his entire heart, but he still chooses to only think and not say what crosses his mind before falling asleep in his arms:

I would die before letting anything happen to you.

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qui-02 · 3 years

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When they like the same girl

Note: I really like this :)

Bakugou would be shocked when Kirishima made him realize that he was crushing on you really hard. He just couldn’t help it. Your personality was on point and you were cute too, you didn’t mind that he was an angry Boi and that is what he loved about you. You respected everyone’s personality and interest. Basically you got him HOOKED around your finger.

Everything was going well until that half and half bastard was looking you like a sick puppy in love. “OH HELL NO! I’M NOT LOSING TO THAT ICI-HOT BASTARD!”

It was a war now.

When he noticed that you liked a certain food boom he invited you to his house and surprised you with a big ass buffet just for you. He gets so damm happy knowing that you love his cooking instead of eating cold soba with ici-hot. “Tch, that is a win for me”

He gets extremely jealous when he sees you giggling with Todoroki instead of him. He literally drags you away from him telling you “remember that you are having trouble with math, let me tutor you dumbass.” He is the best tutor. He even tries to stay calm not to scare you away. At the end of the session you are now Albert Einstein :)

There is always a small fight when the two boys want to walk you to your home. Bakugou insist of carrying your bag while he glares at Shoto’s back. After ensuring that you made it home safely he makes sure to get his thoughts out. “Oi half and half, she is going to be mine so get out of the way you little bastard” Todoroki wants to avoid a fight in front of your house so he keeps things chill “that is up to Y/N to choose who she likes more but I am sure she likes me more since I don’t have anger issues” (Bakugou forgets that Deku and Ochako have been teaching him how to roast,lmfao)

Something that would definitely starts to get in the blondes nerves is when you started calling Todoroki by his first name. He just needs to change the “Oh Shoto good morning” to “morning Katsuki” Yup he definitely managed to get to hear your angelic voice saying that in the morning.talking about morning, he is the type to see at what time you get to class so he gets to walk into U.A with you and get some minutes with you alone.

Hagakure is always peeking on your shoulder to see who you will pick, this girl just wants to be you ok? Instantly you become the Heather of the school.

Now if there is the smallest chance of practicing fight against another classmate Bakugou will make sure he gets his way to be with Todoroki. His plan is to destroy him hoping to prove to you that he is stronger and better as a hero. Aizawa doesn’t care that they are booth beating the crap of their asses, it makes them stronger as hero’s so it’s all good. His plan failed when he somehow blew the pretty boy to hell and there you were rushing to Todoroki’s side to take care of him, how nice. He clenches his fist even tighter when you have Todoroki pressed against your chest as you wait for recovery girl to come :)Todoroki takes this chance to bond with you and get all your attention.

After making sure that he landed his worst enemy on the nurses bed and you are relieved that he is going to be ok he makes his final move. He makes sure that you have his attention full on him before he quickly place’s a peck on your check and whispered something that made your cheeks heat up. “Look dumbass, I want to be more than friends, ok?”

It’s up to you Now if you want to fill up a heart with joy or to shatter one to pieces since the second heart that is fighting for your love followed you all the way to the park hoping to catch up with you. So what will you do?

I will be giving credits to Deku and Ochako for helping the boy to realize that he has a crush on you and it isn’t a small one. Like I mentioned earlier he always has a small smile on his face when he is with you, some gorgeous puppy eyes just begging for your attention and he follows you like a lost puppy! He is a simp for you even before you start dating :)

It soon began to be a normal thing for Todoroki to share his lunch with you. He always leaves you a bit of his beloved cold soba hopping that you eat it before Bakugou drags you away from him. Talking about lunch the two boys fight for you to either eat lunch with the Deku-squad or the Baku-squad. So you decided to sit one day with each one since you have so much fun with them.

He gets you all the things you want like literally Endevor is getting concern on why his son is buying so many clothes and sweets. He talkes you to the finest mall you have on your area and he doesn’t care that you take 3 hours to only get 1 dress. He just wants to make you happy ok? Absolutely lives for spoiling you to death.

I feel like once he is getting used to you giving him thank you hugs he will crave for your touch 24/7. For some reason he will awkwardly get closer to you and that is his language to ask for a hug.If the class is traveling from the main building to USJ he will make sure that he gets to seat next to you. After training hard he is tiered so you tilt his head so it’s resting on your shoulder as you slowly watch him fall asleep, might as well join him.Bakugou catches a sight of you two napping together and his palms start to fume, cue Kirishima trying to calm him down before he explodes the bus.

Since Bakugou steals you away from him since apparently you need “tutoring for maths” he dose the same thing when you are talking to him,lol. He takes that chance to help you out on hero training. He helps you out with your technique, developing your quick you name it he is working on it with you. He takes this as bonding time with you and after training it’s tradition for you to get soba.

He loves you so much that he feels comfortable talking about you with his mom. Like he goes to visit her and he just straight up talks about how amazing you are for hours and hours until his mother brings up “You really like her Shoto don’t you?” He makes a mind note to ask you out soon so his mother can meet the love of his life in person.

Since it was normal for the two boys to walk you home Shoto came up with the best plan to ask you out. He made sure to leave Bakugou’s hero costume completely destroyed but like almost naked so he needed Hatsume to make improvements to his costume. Taking that opportunity to give you a letter that he wrote himself. “Could this really be it you asked yourself?” After saying goodbye you started reading the latter and you were left in tears, you could believe that someone could love you that much??

You have the world in your hands right now, it’s a matter of time before you have to breaks someone heart.

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shotorozu · 3 years

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first touches in the relationship

[— ˚✧₊⁎ 1.6k followers milestone]

character(s) : multiple characters

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk; the details aren’t very specific though

fluffy as hell, not even mildly spicy (maybe like a grain but its not too much)

note(s) : head empty, just me thinking about the first casual touches in your relationship with the bnha boys :)) also thank you for 1.6k 🤍 it’s not that big of a number like 5k or 10k but thinking about that number is just.. wow.

part two will be made !

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midoriya izuku

↠ the first touch was merely unintentional, but it was almost as if you were thrusted into the wonderful spring breeze.

↠ as per usual, izuku was going on his word spewl, talking passionately as he walked beside you. then that’s when you felt it, his finger tips grazing against your palm. if you moved your hand just a little bit, your hand would be pressing against his tenderly. his cheeks turned red in realization, apologizing profusely— as if he was thinking that you’d never want to hold his hand after that. yet, you didn’t seem to care a lot, because you enlaced your hand around his as a response. the first touch would’ve made him jump around, exclaiming in joy, but the urge to memorize the details of your hand was persistent.

todoroki shouto

↠ it was warm like the gentles embers of a calm fire, yet it still ran chills down your spine. it was unexpected but not at all unintentional

↠ sitting right next to you, could only stare at you lovingly— as you went on and on about something to your friends about something happened the day before. it wasn’t like this was anything new. shouto always listened to you speak, he could call it therapeutic from the amount of times he sat down, and just listened. yet his mind goes wild as if he was still pinning over you. so, briefly after realizing he’s dating you, he found his fingers dancing along your wrist, treaking upwards to your palm. he allows himself to activate his quirk ever so slightly, just enough to the point you could feel yourself growing flustered by the way his index and middle finger carresses your palm. your sudden change of demeanor only leaves your friends confused, but it makes you feel warm on the inside.

bakugou katsuki

↠ it felt exactly how his quirk is, explosive, warm, and quite loud. but don’t be misguided by the sound of that

↠ though he started dating you, he still acted like you were any other person in his class, but that nothing unexpected. he was yelling cooking instructions at you, complaining about the way you chop up vegetables, or the way you kneeded cookie dough. he rolls his eyes, and he complains a lot about your methods— but in reality, it gave him quite a big opening to stand behind you, putting his hands ontop of yours as he guides you, muttering something about being the only person that could teach you right. his words are brass, sure. but his touch on your hands are warm, and gentle surprisingly, and you choose to ignore the initial roughness. katsuki also chooses to rub his thumb against the back of your hand, but it’s so subtle. and he can’t help but smirk when he realizes that you’re reacting quite positively to the first touch.

kirishima eijirou

↠ it felt like a breath of fresh air.

↠ ua will forever be known for it’s hectic schedules, and the highest in difficulty when it comes to catching up with almost anything. you must work hard to move to the next level, graduate, then debut, and then hopefully get at least to the top 15. you honestly need a breather, but luck for you! you have the affection of kirishima eijirou. noticing your stress levels reaching a high, he’ll offer you a massage— and he most likely won’t think about the fact that he’s going to be putting his hands along your back. a sigh of relief escapes your lips when he presses his hands against that one stubborn knot. the first touch would’ve flustered him, if it weren’t for the fact that you look so relaxed, and it feels like you’re not being suffocated. his hand rest against your shoulder blades at some point, and he pauses. stopping to pepper small kisses against your shoulders. you make a point to reward him with warm cuddles and kisses afterwards, and he’s just so glad that he spent this first touch by making you feel comfortable.

sero hanta

↠ it was a fortunate, yet unfortunate situation to be in

↠ you were training with sero, completely ignoring the butterflies that were having discourse in your stomach. training with your boyfriend excited you to the brim, but it would be expected that his tape stuck to you at some point, but it was stuck everywhere. it was relatively hard to take off the tap without accidentally irritating your skin. but you’re blessed with sero’s cool and laid back demeanor. he walked towards you and gently began tampering with the tape on the palm of your hand. the way he held your hand with his free hand, and the fact that he was so close didn’t seem to prevent any heat from rushing to your cheeks. he coaxes you to relax, cupping your face as he removes the tape sticking to you. realizing the short distance he had with you came to a close, his face changes in realization, and he’s just chuckling at the situation. though it wasn’t the way he imagined it the first touch to be spent, he could say it’s memorable. for once, he’s glad that his tape stuck to you like lifeline.

kaminari denki

↠ the first touch was electrifying, but the intent was shy of anything bold. which is definitely off coming from kaminari denki

↠ you’ve been best friends with kaminari for a while, prior to him asking you out while on a sugar rush. that seemed to be the start of that, but despite being an actual flirt, he made zero attempts to be physically affectionate. that was, until he drapped his arm around your shoulder on the couch. you guys were just joking around, and he seemed to want to shoot his shot. the action was electrifying, his hand resting against your shoulders, rubbing tenderly as he attempted to continue whatever he was saying. but denki thought he was so slick, yet his cheeks immediately ingulfed in red, and he was stammering at the short distance between you two. you just laugh at his reaction, and pull him closer— hand ontop of his.

shinsou hitoshi

↠ the first touch was calming, it made you go into a state of serene. but it wasn’t enough to bore you, or lul you to sleep.

↠ similar to todoroki, he sat beside you— listening to you speak about his sleeping habits. you weren’t mad, of course. but you were just concerned about him, which made his heart swell. but it seemed to be that he sidetracked, because he became painfully aware of your hand resting on the chair. your words only becoming a blur. discreetly, his hand rested on top of yours briefly, and it seemed to be okay, after all— you guys are dating. his thumb brushing against your palm, finger dancing along your skin. his fingers dragged upwards and upwards, from your wrist, to forearm, and then to the spot connecting from your neck and collarbone. your chest rising up and falling down calmly, as he began adjusting your uniform’s collar. “your collar was a little off,” he comments, not being able to not kiss your jawline softly, pleased by his affects on you.

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 3 years

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all three heartbeats

bakugou katsuki / f.reader

genre: married au (husband/wife), angst, hurt/comfort?, fluff, katsuki being a sap in lowercase

synposis: katsuki works full time as a prohero, but his time working to ensure the publics safety kept him busy- far too busy at times. he seeks comfort in you and his newborn little girl because the both of you keep him grounded and keep him fighting. he just wishes he could find a way to feel like a better father and husband.

w.count: 3.6k

a/n: hi hello i aint never written for bnha before and i thought i would never write anime fics again but here we are years after (it has been actual years, someone save me LOL). what better way than to start back out with blasty amiright?

It was one of those nights. Katsuki had just walked into his home at an ungodly hour and as he shut the door behind him, he leaned his back against it, He flicked all three locks of the front door shut and dropped his duffle bag at his feet before he tipped his head back to rest on the wood. He closed his eyes, sighing as he had the urge to just sink to the floor of the entryway landing and power nap.

Lord knows when his phone would buzz or ring again- his seemingly never ending work calling him to clock in again. It seemed like recently he never clocked out of his job- always working, patrolling, fighting petty villains trying to commit petty crimes and occasionally stopping more dangerous situations that kept him on edge and busy for hours to days on end.

The duffle he dropped at his feet was full with his gear and his hero suit that was in desperate need of washing and minor repairs- things that if he even muttered to himself about, you would happily offer your aid.

His closed eyes opened and his chin dropped back down, the back of his head coming off the door as he pushed the rest of his body off it as well. He heeled off his shoes and ruffled his hair as he finally walked into his home, leaving his duffle at the door as he made his way to the bathroom.

In all honesty, Katsuki wanted to go immediately to the room he shared with you where he knew you were asleep. He desperately needed a shower though, and he wasn’t planning on crawling into bed to hold you smelling like sweat, smoke and hero work.

You told him before you didn’t mind his post-work scent, in fact you told him it was charming in it’s own way since it was proof that Pro Hero: Dynamight worked harder than anyone else to one day be the No.1 Hero he’d been dreaming of his entire life.

Katsuki never told you, but he’d think about that almost everyday and it always made him smile when he did.

The shower he took was brisk and quick because all he wanted to do was go to bed. He couldn’t remember the last time he wasn’t just taking power naps on the couch at the agency. He couldn’t remember the last time he got to go to sleep in his own bed. Katsuki couldn’t remember the last time he got to hold you and it was starting to really piss him off.

Since graduating UA, getting engaged, married and then having a child with you, is tempter had considerably settled. He wasn’t entirely tame by any means, he was still a quick fire with insults, refused to use people’s names and stuck to stupid nicknames he thought of, cursed like a sailor and exploded when something mildly frustrating ticked him off- but he wasn’t like he was before.

When Katsuki can stand to be in the same room as Todoroki and Midoriya and not blow a giant fuse within the first sentence exchange, anyone would call that progress.

It was no shock that you were a large factor in his settled image- he had to start leaning self control and how to manager his attitude. The one extremely rocky point in your relationship with Katsuki back when you both were third years and you threatened to leave him if he didn’t shape up made him change. It wasn’t easy, but the arguments and fights you both had back then serve as a reminder of how far he had come according to you.

When Katsuki stepped out of the bathroom, he sighed- feeling refreshed- as he walked to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and another over his head drying his hair. It was way too late to be running the hairdryer, he’d risk waking up his child that he knew was otherwise dead to the world in their crib.

Twisting the doorknob as quietly as he could, Katsuki stepped into the bedroom and his eyes immediately looked to the bed, seeing your body’s shape beneath the comforter of the giant, Alaskan king bed you insisted you absolutely needed.

He felt his lips twitch as he left the door cracked to let in a small amount of light from the hall without stirring you. He went to his dresser and snatched a pair of shorts and a tank top and threw them on before he left the room as quietly as he had come in.

Katsuki went back to the front door and picked up his duffle bag, moving it into the living room and setting it on the couch to fiddle with it in the morning. He grabbed his phone from the side pouch of the duffle and began to shut the lights off and retreated back down the hall.

Before he went back to the room you slept in to join you, he stopped first in the room that was directly across the hall from his and yours and as quiet as a mouse crept in.

The nursey was painted in a pale yellow with sunflowers painted on the walls (curtesy of the bakusquad who insisted they were in charge of nursery decorations). Against the wall was a shelved cubby for toys and items for the baby and beside that was a changing table. Across the room was a tall dresser filled with way too many baby onesies and outfits for the future.

Katsuki walked to the white, wooden crib at the back of the room as the room itself was glowing in the soft, blue light of the baby’s nightlight. He leaned over the crib side and looked down to see his child sleeping just as quiet as can be.

He smiled as he reached down and stroked her chubby cheeks with the back of his knuckles. She was warm and soft.

“Hey there, Girlie,” he whispered, barely audible. Just watching his little girl sleep so soundly made his chest warm. God, he loved her so much. He frowned as he thought about how tough it might be on you while he’s away looking after her by yourself. She was barely a few months old and he hasn’t even had a weekend with you two yet.

Katsuki bit his lip to keep from letting the disappointment he felt in himself slip out in the form of growls.

He stuck around in the nursey for a few more minutes, just petting and admiring his child before he snuck back out and finally, finally went back to his room and as carefully as possible slid into bed.

You slept in the center of the bed that could easily fit four sleeping bodies, and Katsuki shuffled in further towards you before he was right behind you. He stared at your back in the dark room, his eyes adjusting more and more as the minutes pass.

Katsuki lightly grabbed your shoulder before he was pulling you to your back and then reaching over you to lay on your chest. On an ordinary day, Katsuki would be happy just holding you, but he felt especially worn out and drained. So, for once, even if you were sleeping, he just wanted to be held instead.

His cheek pushed into your chest, listening to your steady heartbeat beneath his ear. His right arm stretched over your shoulder to rest by your head and his left stayed beside his own body, his right leg hiked over your waist to be as close to you as he could get.

He felt his eyes roll before he shut them, finally feeling comfortable and warm and safe for the first time in days. He was finally breathing easy and all he wanted to do was stay here, in your arms, for the rest of his life.

As he started to finally doze off, his eyes fluttered open at the feeling of something carding through his hair.

He heard you take a deep breath before you were shifting just a bit to curl around him more and he felt your chin push against the top of his head.

“Go back to sleep,” he muttered, feeling your sleepy gaze on the top of his head. The small, sleepy chuckle that left your chest hummed against his cheek.

“Welcome home,” you whispered, sleep laced heavily in your voice as he felt your lips push against his scalp. “How was work?” You ask so innocently, but the question only made Katsuki burrow his face into your chest further. He doesn’t answer you, so you prompt him further. “Katsuki?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” he muttered, lifting his face just enough to speak clearly then pushing it back down again.

You say nothing at that and instead return to just carding your fingers through his semi-damp hair as you bask in each other and the silence of the house. You glance over to the alarm clock, seeing the time 4:03 am in orange, glowing numbers.

You feel like you have loads you want to talk about with Katsuki, things you want to share with him that had happened and things you want to have him tell you that’s happened, but it’s too quiet and too peaceful to bring them up. They’d have to wait.

“’m sorry,” he suddenly spoke from where he lay on your chest. Your fingers stop their mindless fiddling in his hair and he grips onto you tighter.

“What for?”

“Not being here.”

You felt your heart crack at the tone of his voice. He’s always been more open and mushy around you- as much as he denies it and he only get’s more open and more mushy when he was sleep deprived and just plain exhausted.

“I’m always working, always gone, always away doing fuck-knows-what out there and not here. I’m not home and that’s gotta really fucking suck.” He’s silent for a moment but you dare not speak. You feel like he’s been holding a lot in recently and if he’s choosing now to let it all out, you would silently encourage him to do that.

“I mean-” he scoffs at himself, “we’re married for fucks sake. We have a baby and I’m basically leaving you home alone day after day to raise her by yourself.”

“What?” Your shocked to think that’s how he feels. “Katsuki, that’s not-”

“It feels true,” he whimpers. “I feel like if I keep doing this, keep leaving you and Misuzu alone,” his voice cracks at the sound of his daughter’s name leaving his lips, “then you’ll both just disappear and I won’t even have the balls to go after you two.” You think you feel something wet seep through your sleep shirt, but you don’t say a thing about it. “I don’t feel like a husband and I don’t feel like a father. How can I feel like a hero if I can’t even spare the time to be with my god damn family?”

“Well,” you start. In truth, all you want to do is console him, but for all you know that could make him feel worse. You had to figure out what he wanted first. “What do you want to do then?”

He took a deep breath before he let it out again.

“I think I’m going to take some time off,” he concluded. It had been on his mind recently and now was as good a time as any. He just wanted to be home. “Maybe a week or two.”

“If that’s what you really want to do, then I think that’s a great idea. Just don’t forget to tell Eijirou or else he’ll blow a fuse if he just think’s your late because the great Dynamight is always punctual.”

You got a hearty puff of air and smile out of him for that little line. it was no shock that when all came down to it, Kirishima Eijirou and Bakugou Katsuki ended up working in the same agency.

“I’ll just text the bastard.”

“You need to tell the agency too, you dolt,” you lightly whacked him on the bed as he groaned. Getting time off wasn’t going to be hard for him considering the god awful hours he’s been forced into the past however long. Just going into the office to get that time off is annoying and a process he wish he could get someone else do to for him. “Just head out in the morning and let both your partner and your agency know. It won’t be so bad.”

“Whatever,” he huffed. “Just, go back to sleep.”

You glanced back at the clock to see that only about half and hour had passed. You sighed as you closed your eyes happily ready to return to sleep before Misuzu woke up.

You swore Katsuki was out before you.

-x-x-x-

You woke up three hours later, just after 7 am to the sounds of your daughter’s crying from her nursey. When you opened your eyes and sat up, your husband was no where to be seen.

You frowned, knowing that he was awake somewhere and he had only slept a few hours. Shaking your head, you got up and went to Misuzu’s room to get her from her crib and bring her into your arms.

You shushed the infant in your arms as you left the nursey and walked around the house. Katsuki was no where to be found and his everyday shoes were gone from the shoe rack next to the door. He must’ve went out already.

Not thinking much of it, you moved to the kitchen to grab one of Mizusu’s bottles from the fridge. One plus of pumping was getting bottles for the future- but that was one of the only pros among a number of cons.

With Misuzu being still so young, she didn’t do much beside nursing, napping and diaper calls. She would coo and whine and clutch onto your fingers and clothes and hair, but her energy was never prolonged.

After nursing, burping and playing with her she was yawning again. You left to place her back in her crib in her room as you let he sleep a little while longer. Flipping on the baby monitor, you left the room and went to the kitchen. Your daughter had breakfast, it was only fair that you got something to eat too.

As you scrambled the last eggs in your fridge, enough for Katsuki just in case you saw him this morning, you heard the front door open and shut again. You smiled as you heard footsteps come treading into the kitchen and you looked over your shoulder to see your husband.

You smiled at him as he rubbed the back of his head. Dressed in jeans that tore just slightly in the thighs and a t-shirt, Wwhen he saw you, he immediately started going towards you.

“Good morning,” you told him as he was at your side looking over your shoulder. “Welcome home.”

“Mmn,” he hummed at you.

“Where’d you go so early in the morning?”

“Agency.”

“You should’ve slept in a little bit more. You didn’t sleep long.”

“I didn’t want to wait any more to just be able to stay home.”

You smiled at his answer. You brought one hand up to pat his cheek as he leaned into your touch.

“Why don’t you go get comfortable if you’re staying home then?”

He hummed at you again, nodding before he kissed your shoulder and sauntered back into your shared room. He took his time getting changed and getting into more homey clothes, because when he came back into the kitchen you were placing your food on plates for the both of you.

This time, when he came to you, instead of standing beside you, he latched onto you from behind as he buried his face into your neck. You could tell from the feeling of his eyelashes tickling your skin that he was still tired. You had half a mind to tell him to just go back to bed and he could really wake up and eat later.

The way he tightened his grip on your waist and started to sway ever so gently back and forth in the kitchen made you stay silent though. It was a serene moment between you two and you just closed your eyes and basked in it. It had been so long since you just got to bask in him and him in you.

“You hungry?” You asked as softly as you could muster. He nodded but made no effort to try and move away from you. “Do you expect to eat with your face hidden?” You teased.

“Just a little longer,” he muffled, his breath making your skin rise with gooseflesh as it tickled.

Half and hour later, you were taking his plate from him as he cleaned it of food and went to put them in the sink. He jumped from his chair at the table before he was gently moving you away from the metal hole in the counter where you were about to wash the dishes you had dirtied this morning.

“I’ll wash them,” he insisted.

“I don’t mind doing it.”

“Don’t be so damned stubborn. You cooked, so it’s fair.”

You shrugged as you relented. “If you really insist. Thank you, Katsuki.” You placed a small, short kiss on his cheek before you moved back to the table to sit.

As he cleaned up the dishes, you sat at the table and fiddled with your phone, scrolling through apps to see what you missed and then flicking occasionally to watch Katsuki’s back.

“I feel you fuckin’ staring,” he spoke as he shut the water off, shaking his hands before he dried them on a towel. The dishes all sat in a plastic draining rack as he turned around and leaned against the counter. You placed your chin in your palm as you laughed at him.

“Yeah? Got a problem with it?”

“Not necessarily.”

You both jumped when a small whine was heard over the speaker of the baby monitor you had sitting on the center of the table. You pushed your chair out, but before you could even stand up, Katsuki was up and down the hall to check on Misuzu.

When you made it to her door, he had already lifted her out of her crib. She had reached up and snagged a tiny handful of her father’s hair as he hissed.

“Listen you little brat, just because your my baby doesn’t mean you can yank on my hair.” Her small fist only yanked down on his hair more as if to say ‘I can and will’. You chuckled as you walked into the nursey and started to detangle her hand from his blond hair.

Katsuki watched as her fingers released his hair and instead wrapped around your finger as you bounced it slightly. Her tiny arm moved in tandem with your finger bounces.

“Hey,” your soft voice calling him suddenly brought him out of his own mind. You gently pulled Misuzu’s fingers off you as you pushed your palm against Katsuki’s cheek. “Why are you crying?”

Was he? God, he hated crying- especially in front of you. He clicked his tongue, whipping his head to face away from you as he used one of his hands to quickly swipe under his eyes.

“I’m not.”

You smiled at him, holding back a laugh as you pushed your husband into the living room to let Misuzu play on the floor. Katsuki sat on the living room floor cross legged as you watched him play with her as she lay on her back.

Occasionally he would glance at the time and remind you to pump, as if your tender chest wasn’t a constant reminder anyway. You always just nodded and told him you would when you needed to.

The three of you spent the morning in the living room until the infant began to yawn back to back and rub at her eyes clumsily. You let Katsuki put her down for her nap in the afternoon since he never really had the opportunity to. Through the baby monitor you could hear him mutter and coo at her to go to sleep.

When she was down, Katsuki came back into the living room and sat himself beside you on the couch. He sighed, throwing his head back against the couch and closing his eyes, obviously ready for a nap himself.

“Why not try and sleep while she’s down?” You had planned on getting him to rest while you start to go through the duffle bag you had relocated to the corner of the room a while ago to see what all he needed done with his hero equipment.

He opened one of his eyes, seeing you eyeing towards his bag and he frowned. He shifted his body, snatched your waist and threw himself back to lay on the cushions, you following in tow to lay on top of him.

“Katsuki!” You scolded in a hushed tone as to not wake up your daughter who just went to sleep.

“I’ll nap here and you will too. No objections.” He brought one of his hands up to start stroking your head. “Just let me take care of my god damn wife for once.” You just shook your head and pushed your cheek further against his chest to get comfortable. When he says it like that, you can’t really bring yourself to oppose him.

“Hey,” you whispered. You felt him hum in response to you. “I love you.”

His legs shifted and his arms wrapped around you tighter, getting more comfortable. He let out a deep, comfortable breath as you felt him push his cheek into the top of your head.

“‘Fuckin’ love you too.”

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