#katsuki bakugo/reader
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hear those bells ring: chapter 9 (a bakugo x reader fic)
Summary: Reader joins the Bakusquad for dinner and drinks, and Bakugo is NOT jealous.
Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo/Reader; Katsuki Bakugo/You
Rating: M(ature)
Warnings: Adult language. Also creepy men making creepy comments.
A/N: Sorry for the wait guys! It took me a hot second to catch up at my job after returning from my trip. But here's an extra long chap for ya. Hope y’all enjoy :D
~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”
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“Shitty Hair, I swear to fuckin’ god…” Bakugo growled as he pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned against the front of the reception desk. “You told me we were leaving at six-thirty. It’s almost seven. I’m going home.”
“Noooo, come on, bro, just give me a few more minutes,” Kirishima said without looking up from the computer he was typing on. “Nao needed me to finish up some paperwork before I clock out. Well, actually some of it is your paperwork, so if you want to—”
“Just hurry the hell up.” The blond exhaled sharply. “Dunceface and Raccoon Eyes are already blowing up my phone and giving me a goddamn headache.”
“Aw, it’s Denk’s birthday, lighten up, man,” the redhead teased while still clacking away at the keyboard. His tongue was also sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and Bakugo narrowed his eyes. The hardening hero only wore that expression when he was…
Bakugo grabbed the monitor and twisted it to face him.
“Hey, wait, no!” Kirishima tried to stop him, but it was too late.
“You’re playing video games?” the explosive hero fumed, glaring down at the monitor. “Is that fucking pinball?”
“Well, it was,” his partner grumbled as his re-straightened the computer screen. “I was about to get high score, too…”
Bakugo stared down at him unblinkingly before he abruptly turned on heel. “That’s it, I’m going home.”
“No, wai—” Kirishima’s shout was interrupted by the ding of the elevators. “Ahh, actually, we can go now! We’re all here.”
We?
Bakugo froze mid step before he glanced over his shoulder, and he saw you hesitantly making your way towards Kirishima at reception. The excitable redhead bounced out from behind the desk to meet you, and even though the blond couldn’t see his partner’s face, he could hear the grin in his voice when he addressed you.
“Wow, you look great!” the hardening hero said when you came to a blushing stop in front of him. “I told you that you had something better than what I’m wearing. That color looks really nice on you, by the way.”
“O-Oh, um, thank you,” you stuttered, fiddling nervously with your hair. “I— this was kinda the only semi nice thing I brought with me, so it was either this or go in nothing. Ahhh, uh, that’s not what I— you know what I meant.”
Your blush reached from the roots of your hair down to your clavicle, but Kirishima just laughed it off and lavished you in more compliments.
While that was happening, Bakugo couldn’t help but turn and take you in more fully. And he had to admit, you looked… nice. Really nice. Your makeup was light, and your hair was thrown up into a messy bun, but tendrils hung down around your face and framed it nicely. Small gold hoops glinted in your ears, a complement to the gold chain and pendant that hung past your collarbones, and a few rings dotted your fingers. The dress you wore was long and loose, draping down to your ankles and your elbows, and it was in a green hue he unfortunately knew was olive, thanks to his parents’ business. Buttons ran down the entire length of it, and several were left unbuttoned on the bottom so your shins and legs peeked out of the slit as you shifted uneasily on your feet, which were hidden by short, scuffed, brown boots. A thin brown belt around your waist tied the whole outfit together, and the blond very deliberately looked away from the hint of cleavage that was showing just below your golden pendant.
Just in time, too, because now Kirishima was turning around with a shit-eating grin, which Bakugo answered with a scowl.
“This is why you made me wait?” he demanded as you and the redhead approached him.
“Oh, come on, fifteen minutes didn’t kill you,” his partner snorted. “Besides, Stitches said she was hungry, and we were about to go out and eat anyway, so what’s the problem?”
He knew exactly what the problem was. The bastard.
Bakugo just continued to glare at the hardening hero until you cleared your throat, which made his red eyes snap to you.
“I’m, um, really sorry I made you guys wait,” you muttered without making eye contact, tugging on your belt and wrapping the end around your finger. “I told Kirishima that I was fine making myself dinner, I really don’t want to impose.”
“And I told you that you can’t impose because I invited you.” Kirishima grinned and patted you on the head, which only came up to the middle of his chest. “Also, I already told the gang you’re coming, and they’re super excited to meet you.”
“If— if you’re sure,” you murmured, and your eyes met Bakugo’s for half an instant before they darted away.
“I am plus ultra sure!” the redhead said in an overly dramatic, All Might voice, which made you crack a faint smile.
“Are we gonna stand here all night listening to you two run your mouths, or are we going?” Bakugo turned for the door again, shoving his hands in the pockets of his bomber jacket.
“Don’t mind him, he gets hangry really easily,” Kirishima whisper-hissed, and the blond thought he heard you giggle under your breath.
The sound made him remember what you looked like bathed in red light in his car, in moonlight while standing in the sea, and Bakugo knew this was going to be a really fucking long night.
Thankfully, the bar the three of you were going to was within walking distance from the agency, so Bakugo didn’t have to be stuck in a car with you again. He just knew Shitty Hair would make him sit in the backseat with you…
Instead, the blond stayed several yards behind you and the redhead, shuffling his feet along the sidewalk and glaring petulantly at his partner’s back. Kirishima was animatedly telling you some stupid story, using grand hand gestures and almost smacking you in the face a few times. You listened with a polite smile, but Bakugo could see how tense the line of your shoulders was, how stiffly you walked in your slightly heeled boots. You were nervous as fucking hell. He kept waiting for you to trip over your own damn feet, and the moment finally came when Kirishima bounded up the steps leading up to the bar and opened the door.
You took the first two steps fine, but on the third you inevitably stumbled, stepping on the front of your dress before you tried to lean back, overcompensated, and began to tip over.
Bakugo easily caught the back of your elbow as he stepped up behind you, your spine brushing his chest as you regained your balance.
“You just really want to crack your damn head open, don’t ya, Stitches?” he grumbled.
“Not on purpose,” you muttered as you grabbed the guardrail with your left hand, and when you glanced back at him, he realized you were almost at eyelevel since you were standing a few steps above him. He hadn’t realized it before, but you had some freckles dotted across the bridge of your nose and onto your cheeks…
“Yeah, well, don’t need you meeting everyone covered in blood. It’ll make us look bad.” He released you and shoved his hands back into his jacket so they would stop betraying him. “So be careful. You only need to make it ten more damn feet.”
“Right, um, thank you. For catching me. I’ll be more careful.” You blushed and started to slowly make your way up the stairs again, and Bakugo glanced toward the door to see Kirishima still holding it open with a Cheshire cat grin stretched across his face.
The blond contemplated just turning around and marching home, but he knew his partner would just chase him down, so he might as well bite the bullet, make an appearance, and slip out in an hour when everyone was drunk.
Maybe he could even find someone to spend the night with like he considered on the beach…
“Bakubro, you comin’?” He looked up to see Kirishima still holding the door, but you had paused on the threshold, looking back at him with what he swore was a pleading expression…
Fuck.
“I’m comin’, shut up,” he said as he stalked his way up the stairs.
Kirishima smirked and ushered you inside with a grand bow, and then he leaned toward Bakugo and lowered his voice.
“Come on, bro, try to loosen up,” he muttered. “She’s nervous as it is, and you looking like someone pissed in your rice bowl isn’t helping things.”
“Why the fuck would I care if she’s nervous?” Bakugo hissed, glaring at his partner. “You’re the one who invited her, you make sure she’s comfortable.”
“Well, I’m trying my best, but something tells me she’ll relax more if it’s coming from you,” the redhead said with a nudge and a wink, and before Bakugo could retaliate, he was slipping into the bar and walking up to where you were standing a few feet away.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, prayed for patience, and marched inside, wishing this night was already over.
The blond could never remember the name of this place, but it had somehow turned into their place, as Dunceface called it, whenever the whole group of idiots were all in town and had some downtime. The bar served pretty decent food, and the whiskey and sake typically made the semi-loud atmosphere tolerable. Since tonight was a Saturday, the tables were more full than usual, and Bakugo wore his meanest scowl as he followed you and Kirishima through the crowd lining up at the bar for drinks. Thankfully, the tall redhead parted the people like a professional, and Bakugo was able to easily follow in his wake.
Being a pro hero came with more than a few benefits, one of which was being able to reserve the same corner table in the back whenever they came in. That was where Kirishima led you with purpose, a hand hovering several inches above the small of your back, and Bakugo heard their friends long before he saw Kaminari’s bright yellow hair.
“Guyyyys, I’m starving! When are we going to eat?”
Bakugo came around the corner and up to the partial wooden screen that surrounded their party. Kaminari was sitting in the booth and dramatically slumped over the tabletop with a flush to his face that said he was already a few shots deep. Sero sat beside the blond and halfheartedly patted Denki’s back, and with his other hand he sipped from a mostly full glass of beer. Meanwhile, Mina was sitting at one end of the table, and she was leaning back on her chair’s rear legs with her own propped up on another seat, typing away at her phone.
“Hey, guys!” Kirishima said from where he stood a few feet ahead of Bakugo. “Sorry we’re late. Happy birthday, Denks!”
The redhead stepped past the partial screen to slap the electric hero on the back, but you hesitated on the threshold, rocking back onto your heels as you glanced at Bakugo with panic in your eyes.
“It’s someone’s birthday?” you hissed.
“Yeah, Dunceface’s,” Bakugo grunted and jerked his chin toward Kaminari.
“Fucking Chargebolt?” you cursed under your breath in English before you switched back to Japanese. “I forgot Kirishima briefly mentioned that. I didn’t bring a gift.”
“Why the fuck would you bring a gift?” Bakugo stared at you like you were crazy. “You don’t even know these idiots.”
“I know, but it’s like, the polite thing to do,” you muttered as you wrung your hands, and the blond could tell you were apparently really upset about this.
“Untwist your panties, Stitches,” he scoffed, just so you would stop looking like you were going to throw up on his shoes. “Dunceface always gets plastered on his birthday, so we’ve stopped giving him gifts at bars anyway. You don’t see Shitty Hair or I carrying crap, do you?”
“No,” you said after your eyes darted to his hands, and some of the tension leeched out of your stiff shoulders.
“So calm the fuck down,” he huffed, but his tone was much softer than he meant it to be.
He needed a drink.
You nodded, and Bakugo noticed that you inched a little closer to him right before Kirishima shouted your name. Then both you and Bakugo turned to find the hardening hero grinning, and the rest of the table behind him stood up and tried to peek around the redhead and partial wooden screen.
“Bakuuuuuubro,” Kaminari cried out, and he made a drunken beckoning motion as he leaned forward and nearly toppled completely onto the tabletop. “Stop hiding in the shadows and introduce us to your new friend!”
The explosive hero scowled and immediately felt defensive.
“Shut up, Dunceface, Shitty Hair’s the one who invited her,” he said as he bumped you with his shoulder and herded you in front of him. He knew he was throwing you to the proverbial wolves, but it wasn’t like he cared, and he definitely couldn’t let these idiots think he cared, because then they would really turn into wolves.
“Holy shit,” Kaminari blurted out and gaped at you when you came to a hesitant stop in front of the table.
“Kiri! You didn’t tell us she was so pretty!” Mina skipped forward with a grin and immediately threw her arms around your stiff frame. “It’s so nice to meet you! I’m Mina Ashido.”
“H-Hello, Ashido,” you stuttered, tacking on the -san honorific and awkwardly bowing once the pink-skinned hero released you. Then you quietly relayed your own name back, but Bakugo thought Stitches suited you better.
“Aww! You’re so cute, but you can just call me Mina,” the acidic hero said with a wink. “We’re all friends here!”
“Alright… Mina,” you relented, sans honorific. Bakugo could see the profile of your smile, and while it was still stiff, there was a little relief there, too.
Why was he noticing this stupid shit?
“Awesome! Now, come meet the guys.” Mina grabbed your hand without shame and tugged you the rest of the way to the table, over to where Kaminari and Sero were staring at you intently.
Bakugo felt something prickle in his chest at the looks in their eyes, but he stomped it deep, deep down as he marched over to the opposite end of the table, threw himself into a chair, and helped himself to one of the several pitchers of beer that littered the tabletop. While he gulped down the cold amber liquid, he did his best to tune out the conversation happening a few feet away, but unfortunately, you wielded your quirk well, so he could hear every single word even if he didn’t want to.
~*~*~*~*~
“Okie doke! So, this is tonight’s birthday boy, Denki Kaminari! But you might know him as the electrifying hero, Chargebolt!”
Your new ‘friend’ Mina flourished a hand at the blond who was still practically gaping at you, and his mouth moved like he was trying to say something, but all that came out was a faint wheezing sound.
You smiled stiffly and lifted a hand in a weak wave. “Hello. Happy birthday.”
Chargebolt just continued to blink at you, so the tall and lanky man beside him stepped in.
“Please forgive him,” the dark-haired man said as he slapped Chargebolt on the back and smiled at you. “He’s a lightweight and has had a few drinks already. And like Mina said, Kirishima didn’t tell us he was bringing such lovely company. I’m Hanta Sero, by the way.”
Your cheeks burned at the casual compliment he threw your way, not to mention the smooth way he talked and his easy-going smile, which was a little toothy but suited his friendly face. You also recognized him as another pro, but his hero name was escaping you at the moment.
“I-It’s nice to meet you, Sero,” you said, adding the -san honorific even though Mina had already told you it was unnecessary. It just felt wrong to talk to so many pro heroes so informally. “I, um, hope I’m not intruding on anything.”
“Nonsense!” Mina cried out as she bumped her shoulder against yours. “Do you know how long I’ve been dying for another woman to be added to our group? When these guys get together, it can be testosterone central. Nights like these almost always end up with them challenging each other to some stupid dare or competition.”
“Don’t act like you don’t participate in or at least encourage more than half of those dares, Mina,” Sero teased, and he took a sip off his beer before his dark eyes settled on you again. “But she’s right, it’s nice to meet someone new, so don’t feel like you’re intruding.”
“Thank you.” You smiled uncertainly, still feeling awkward when everyone else seemed so comfortable and familiar with each other.
How the hell did you end up here? Thirty minutes ago, you were in your pjs…
“Soooo, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Mina suggested and drew you out of your inner lamenting, and she guided you into the chair she previously had her feet propped on. “Kiri said you were currently living at their agency?”
“Oh, yeah,” you laughed, sweat beading on your brow when you looked up and realized three sets of eyes were glued to you. “It’s, um, well it’s kind of a long story…”
“Then we’ll need some apps!” Mina grinned, turned to the other end of the table, and snapped her fingers. “Hey, Kats, can you grab a waiter and order the usual appetizers?”
Your gaze trailed to the side and found Bakugo leaning back in a chair at the opposite end of the table, an almost empty beer glass half raised to his frowning mouth.
“I told you to stop calling me that, Raccoon Eyes,” he grunted. “And I’m not getting shit. You’re lucky I even showed up.”
“Yes, thank you for gracing us with your sparkling presence, Great Lord Explosion Dynamight,” Mina said as she rolled her black and gold eyes.
“Actually, I think it was Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight,” Sero chimed in with a smirk.
“Shut the fuck up, Tapeface,” Bakugo growled.
Cellophane, your mind abruptly supplied. That was Sero’s hero name.
“Oh my god, I forgot Kacchan chose such a stupid name,” Kaminari suddenly snickered, and he seemed to have recomposed himself from earlier because he actually caught your eye and grinned. “Back at U.A., we had to choose our own hero names, and—”
“Dunceface, just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass,” Bakugo cut in as he bared his teeth, and you thought his cheeks might have been a little pink.
Was pro hero Dynamight embarrassed by his friends? Maybe he was a little more human than you thought.
“Always so mean, Kacchan,” Kaminari pouted, a bit of sunflower-yellow hair flopping into his eyes. “You can’t even be nice on my birthday?”
“No,” Bakugo answered flatly, to which the still standing Kirishima leaned over and cuffed him over the head for.
“Yes, he can,” the redhead said as he shot his partner a sharp look, and then he turned back to the table with his characteristic bright smile. “We’ll go get some food and a round of drinks. Just the usual?”
“Yup! You’re a doll, Kiri, thanks!” Mina winked and blew the hardening hero a kiss, and now you thought his cheeks went a little pink.
Interesting.
Before you could think about this any further, Kirishima’s red eyes found yours.
“Do you have any specific requests?” he asked. “Or any allergies?”
“No allergies.” You shook your head and smiled at him. “And no requests. I’m fine with whatever you guys order.”
“Are you sure?” Kirishima frowned. “You can have whatever you want. It’s our treat.”
And your mother had taught you to never be picky or greedy when someone else was paying, but before you could politely refuse once more, Bakugo jumped in.
“She said she was fine, Shitty Hair,” he grumbled. “Just go order already. I’m fuckin’ starving.”
“Well, if you’re so hungry, then you’re coming with me,” Kirishima said as he narrowed his eyes at his partner, and then he leaned over, wrapped his hands around Bakugo’s bicep, and hauled him out of the chair as if he weighed as much as a sack of flour.
“Wha— Shitty Hair, I said I wasn’t getting—”
“You said you were starving,” the redhead corrected, and he started to shove the blond past the wooden partition surrounding the table. “So we need to get some food in you, STAT. Come on, stay with me, Bakubro. Don’t go into the light.”
“You motherf—” Bakugo tried to dig his heels in, but Kirishima just kept shoving him forward like a petulant toddler, and the last thing you saw of the blond was his crimson eyes finding yours for a split instant over his shoulder.
“We’ll be back in a minute, guys!” Kirishima called out behind him, and then he and Bakugo disappeared into the crowded bar.
Which left you alone. With three professional heroes. That you didn’t know.
You plastered on a smile and turned back to your new “friends.”
“Things are never dull with those two around, huh?” you joked.
“Ugh, try surviving a decade with all these knuckleheads,” Mina groaned as she leaned forward and ruffled Kaminari’s hair.
“Why is everyone being so mean to me on my birthday?” the blond whined before his yellowish eyes found yours. “You’re not going to be mean to me, too, are you?”
“N-No, of course not,” you stuttered.
Kaminari immediately perked up, grinned, and started to shove Sero out of the booth beside him. “Did you hear that, Sero? I’ve got a new best friend, so you can move now.”
“What did I do?” Sero laughed and planted his leg so he couldn’t be pushed onto the ground. “Besides, shouldn’t you at least learn her name before declaring her your new best friend?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” you gasped and then quickly introduced yourself. “I, uh, completely forgot.”
“No worries.” Sero smiled. “It’s nice to officially meet you.”
“Yeah, and that’s such a pretty name, it suits you,” Kaminari quickly added as he gave up on trying to push Sero out of the booth.
“Right? I thought so, too.” Mina winked at you.
“Thank you.” You blushed and fidgeted, unused to being complimented at all let alone by beautiful pro heroes.
Because they were all beautiful, even the men. Mina was obvious, with her pastel-pink skin showcased by her cut off denim shorts and cropped tank top. Silver sparkles glittered around her alluring two-toned eyes, and the tips of the yellow horns poking out of her hair were dyed silver as well. She was an explosion of color, and it was hard to tear your eyes off her.
But the men were nothing to scoff at, either. Kaminari’s yellow hair was disheveled but in an endearing way, the black zig zag in his bangs matching the slim black choker around his neck. His smile was just as friendly and bright as Kiri’s, if a little more goofy, which contrasted with his all black outfit and faded band tee.
Meanwhile, Sero was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome, with his raven-black hair just long enough to fall into his equally dark eyes. He wore a dark, short sleeved button up with a denim jacket thrown over the back of the booth behind him, and his long but muscular legs were stretched out and wrapped in light colored, distressed jeans. For the first time, you noticed the bulges around his elbows, and you couldn’t help but feel curious. Your quirk was invisible, so you always thought people with physical manifestations of their power were fascinating.
Sero must have noticed your gaze because he stretched out his arm and flexed his elbow, the lithe muscles in his bicep rippling with the motion.
“Tape comes out of them,” he chuckled. “If you didn’t know.”
“N-No, I did,” you stammered. “I’ve, um, seen you on the news before. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare. I just… didn’t think I would end this night by meeting pro heroes Cellophane, Chargebolt, and Pinky.”
“Heyy, the night’s barely even started,” Sero said as a wide grin stretched across his mouth. “And seriously, we’re just regular people. You don’t have to walk on eggshells around us.”
“Yeah,” Mina added and bumped your shoulder. “And I promise we’re all much nicer than Bakugo.”
“Stop talkin’ shit about me behind my back, Raccoon Eyes.”
You jumped when the blond’s voice suddenly came from behind you, and you craned your neck back to see him standing there with a scowl and tray of what looked like sake, shot glasses, and a bottle of… whisky?
“I talk shit about you to your face, too, Kats, don’t worry,” Mina teased.
Bakugo’s scowl only deepened as he stomped forward and set the tray on the table. Kirishima was on his heels carrying a similar tray, but this one was full of food. You saw some gyoza, calamari, edamame, and karaage, along with several other dishes, and your mouth immediately started to water as you remembered how hungry you were.
“Sorry that took a minute,” Kirishima said as he set the food on the table. “They said the first round was on the house in honor of Denk’s birthday, but if we want refills, we just need to flag someone down.”
“Awesome, let’s take shots!” Kaminari lunged forward, grabbed two shots of whisky, and held one out to you.
“O-Oh, thank you,” you said and took the small glass, even though you didn’t usually drink, and when you did, it was almost never whisky.
“To my birthday!” Kaminari cheered as everyone else picked up their glasses and raised them. Then his yellow eyes found yours, and he winked. “And to new friends. Kanpai!”
“Kanpai,” you muttered timidly, and everyone clinked glasses. The back of your neck suddenly prickled as the others took their shots, and you looked up to see Bakugo staring at you over his now empty glass. You flushed under his scrutiny before tilting your head back and letting the liquor burn down your throat.
“Woo!” Kaminari shook his head, and you swore you saw sparks dance off the ends of his hair.
“Alright, now that we have food and drinks, I think we were promised a long story,” Mina said as she picked up a piece of calamari, popped it into her mouth, and turned to you expectantly.
“Yeah, yeah!” Kaminari excitedly leaned forward. “Kiri said Bakubro blew up your neighborhood or something?”
“Shitty Hair is dramatic,” Bakugo cut in, and he shot his partner a glare. “I didn’t blow up a whole fucking neighborhood.”
“Wellllll,” Kirishima drawled as he poured himself a beer, “you tore up the street for almost a whole block. And we are having to fix up numerous buildings.”
“The villain did most of that shit,” Bakugo sneered. “And he would have done worse if I didn’t stop him.”
“Uh-huh, sureeee, Kats,” Mina said as she fought back a smile.
Bakugo scowled and opened his mouth to retaliate, but you beat him to it.
“No, he’s right,” you spoke up without meaning to, and then cursed yourself when every eye turned on you. “I-I mean, I saw the villain, and he was destroying the block. A few other heroes were trying to stop him, but they weren’t making much progress until Dynamight arrived.”
“See?” Bakugo smirked as he leaned back and rocked his chair onto its rear legs. “Listen to Stitches.”
“Stitches?” Kaminari and Mina echoed in unison, and the smirk immediately fell from Bakugo’s face.
Your own flushed with heat, and you sank a little bit in your chair, hoping the ground would just swallow you up.
“Oh, yeah, that’s Bakubro’s nickname for—” Kirishima cut himself off as he popped a gyoza into his mouth and gestured to you. His expression was innocent, but you could have sworn you saw a mischievous glint in his gaze.
“Oh, reallllllly?” Mina asked with a sly grin, and her black and gold eyes flickered from you to Bakugo and back again.
“She’s a fuckin’ seamstress,” Bakugo snapped defensively. “And you know I can’t be bothered to remember names.”
“Mmmhmm, I’ve heard that one before,” the pink-skinned hero snickered before she turned her attention on you. “But you’re a seamstress? That’s so cool! Can you make clothes as well as do like touch ups?”
“Well, I don’t know how cool it actually is, but yeah,” you laughed self-consciously and had to fight the urge to fiddle with your hair or necklace. “My grandparents were a tailor and seamstress, and my dad taught me the basics of sewing when I was young, so I took over the family shop about a year ago after my grandparents passed.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Mina said with a momentary frown. “But I’m sure they would love the fact that you’re keeping their legacy going!”
“Yeah, I like to think so, too.” You smiled softly and could feel the whisky working its way through your system, lowering your guard. “In any case, taking up their shop was better than anything I had going on back home in America, so I can’t complain much.”
“Wait, you’re American?” Kaminari gasped as he slapped a hand against the table, rattling the dishes. He had a little dipping sauce smeared in the corner of his mouth, and it definitely helped to lower him a bit from the pedestal of pro hero.
“Yes.” You blushed. “My parents moved to America before I was born, so I grew up there.”
“Wow, I would have never guessed,” Sero said and smiled. “Your accent is perfect.”
“It’s far from perfect.” You deflected the compliment with another nervous laugh. “But my family grew up speaking in Japanese, and I studied languages and linguistics in college, so I’m glad it all ended up being worth it.”
“Can you say something in English?” Kaminari blurted out.
“Um, sure?” you half-asked, half-stated. “What, uh, do you want me to say?”
“She’s not a circus monkey, Denki,” Kirishima interjected, and he frowned as he turned to you. “You don’t have to.”
“Aww, come on,” Kaminari pouted as his yellow eyes pleaded with yours. “We all studied English in high school, but none of us really kept up with it. I just think it sounds so cool! Especially the curse words. I kinda know some of those. Ooooh, can you say, ‘Chargebolt is fucking awesome?”
“Denki…” Sero sighed, and he mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to you.
“Fine, you don’t have to say that exactly,” Kaminari amended. “What about… ‘Chargebolt is the best fucking electric hero there is.’ Or ‘Chargebolt is the toughest bastard I’ve ever met!’”
“Someone shut him up,” Bakugo grumbled as he poured himself some sake.
“No, it’s fine, really,” you assured him, which caused Bakugo to frown at you. Then you faced the electric hero again as you summoned up your courage. “Um, okay, how about…”
In the end, what came out of your mouth was not what you intended.
“I don’t know how the hell I ended up here,” you said in English. “And I’m praying to every god I don’t believe in that I’m not making a complete fool of myself in front of all you really important people. But Chargebolt is fucking awesome.”
“Hey, that’s me!” The blond grinned and pointed at himself. “I don’t know what else you said, but it sounded sweet. And you can call me Denki, by the way.”
He winked at you, and you had to wonder if he asked you to call him Chargebolt just so he could use that line.
You smiled politely and tried not to think about how you must be sweating through your dress.
“So, you’re pretty, have a degree, speak multiple languages, sew, and own your own business?” Mina whistled as she sipped on some sake. “That’s impressive.”
“She can cook really well, too!” Kirishima chimed in and shot you an encouraging smile. “I’ve stolen some of her dinner while she’s been staying at the agency, and it’s always delicious.”
“Stoppp,” you said, well more like begged, as your whole body prickled with embarrassment. “I really just throw stuff into a pan and hope it tastes good.”
“The mark of a true chef,” Kirishima said with a wink.
“Well, maybe you could cook for us one day,” Sero suggested as his dark eyes studied you, but his smile was friendly and warm. “Bakugo does that for us sometimes when we he refuses to be dragged out to dinner.”
“No, I just cook myself dinner, and somehow you leeches always show up,” the blond grunted and drew your attention to him. He was still leaning back in his chair, but now his arms were crossed over his thick chest, and he was glaring down the table. He didn’t seem like he was having fun, but these were his friends, and maybe this was just their dynamic.
“So, how come there’s always enough food for all of us, Kats?” Mina teased over the rim of her beer.
Bakugo didn’t seem to have an answer to that, and the table laughed.
You smiled awkwardly and, with the attention off you momentarily, leaned forward to grab some of the finger foods. The pro heroes around you bantered with each other while you snacked on gyoza and edamame, and you sighed with relief as your snarling stomach was finally satiated. You tried each of the dishes, and they were all delicious, made better for the fact that you didn’t have to make or pay for them.
“Stitches!”
You snapped your head up, edamame skin still hanging from your mouth, to find the whole table staring at you.
“S-Sorry,” you mumbled as your swallowed and discarded the edamame. “What?”
“She’s not a dog, Bakugo,” Mina huffed and rolled her eyes. “I apologize for him.”
“What’s there to apologize for?” the blond asked at the end of the table. “She wasn’t answering when you called her, so I got her attention for you.”
“Interesting that you answered to Stitches instead of your name, though,” Kirishima said with a sly grin cast in your direction.
“I’ve just… heard that more in the last few days,” you mumbled and fidgeted with the empty glass in front of you.
“Oh, do you need some beer?” Kaminari blurted out before he leaned forward, grabbed one of the pitchers on the table, and filled your glass. “There you go.”
“Thank you,” you said, and you picked up the glass just so you could have something to do with your hands. The beer was a little warm when you took a sip, but you didn’t even like beer that much anyway, so it made little difference to you. “Sorry, um, what were you all trying to ask me?”
“I just wanted to know if these guys have been treating you alright. Well, besides Mr. Explosion Murder blowing up your shop.” Mina gestured at Bakugo and Kirishima, and the former scowled while the latter frowned.
“O-Oh, no, they’ve— everyone’s been so nice this past week,” you fumbled out. “I’ve really wanted for nothing. And besides, like Dy— Bakugo said, the villain’s to blame for most of the damage anyway, so, um, no hard feelings there.”
You internally cringed and cursed yourself for faltering over Bakugo’s name. You didn’t want to seem too informal with him, so you’d decided to use his hero name at first, but then you realized that might seem weird since you were sitting and eating with his friends. Besides, it wasn’t like there was anything between the two of you besides an embarrassing, unrequited crush on your side. You needed to stop being so weird.
“Yeah, see, Mina?” Kirishima puffed out his chest. “I can take care of people. Red Riot’s a hero of the people, after all.”
The rest of the pros groaned at the sappy sentiment, but you flashed the redhead a small smile because it was true. The people did love Red Riot, and after spending time with him, you could clearly see why. He was kind and considerate, not to mention brave and strong. But, if the quick looks he kept shooting Mina when he thought no one was looking were any indication, you weren’t the only one at this table with a secret crush.
But maybe you were reading into things. That shot of whisky could have gone straight to your head, you were such a lightweight.
“I was less worried about you, Kiri,” Mina said with a wave of her hand.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Bakugo growled.
“I rest my case.” Mina raised a sake cup, downed the liquor, and turned to you. “Seriously, if you get sick of his attitude before your place is fixed up, you can come stay at my agency.”
“Or mine!” Kaminari said as he tossed his hand up in the air like he was a particularly enthusiastic student dying to answer a question.
“Well, if everyone’s throwing their hat in the ring, I will, too.” Sero grinned ad nodded at you. “My door is always open.”
“Stop trying to glom onto my thing,” Mina pouted. “She’ll come stay at my agency. That way we can have girl’s night!”
“No, that’s not fair!” Kaminari argued. “That’s… that’s sexist!”
“What?” Mina arched an eyebrow as Sero snorted into his beer.
“I don’t know,” the blond whined and immediately backtracked. “You know things just come out of my mouth sometimes. But you still can’t just claim Stitches. That’s not fair.”
Now he was calling you Stitches, too?
“I hate to second Denki, but he’s right,” Sero chimed in as he downed his own sake glass. “The fairest thing would be for Stitches to have equally long stays at each of our agencies.”
“Uh, since when—” Kirishima started to interject.
“Okay, but I get Stitches first,” Mina asserted and popped a piece of calamari in her mouth.
You might as well change the name on your passport at this point.
“Um, can ‘Stitches’ say something?” you asked as you tentatively raised a hand.
“No,” Bakugo suddenly snapped and drew every eye to him. He was scowling, which wasn’t unusual, but the fire in his red eyes was incongruous with the conversation. “She’s staying at our agency until her shit’s fixed. End of fucking story.”
The rest of the table blinked at him in surprise, you included, and a long stretch of silence descended on the lot of you. Bakugo continued to glare defiantly at his friends, like he was daring them to challenge him, and finally the silence became too much for you.
“I, uh, was actually going to say that I’m honestly fine with where I am right now,” you spoke up, but you shrank back a little in your seat when Bakugo’s crimson eyes shot to you. “I just— it’s only going to be a few weeks anyway. The room I’m in is really nice, and I don’t want to have to move again until I’m going home. Besides, Kirishima and Bakugo really have taken care of everything for me, and I don’t want to be any more of a bother than I have been.”
“And I’ve repeatedly told you that you aren’t a bother,” Kirishima countered before he smiled at you. “But I’m glad to know you’ve enjoyed your stay.”
“Butttttttt if Kacchan is ever too mean to you…” Kaminari drawled and flashed you a wink.
“I’m the Number Two hero, I’m perfectly fucking nice,” Bakugo spat.
“Might be Number One if you learned now to smile, Kats,” Mina giggled.
“Fuck all of you,” the blond growled, and then he slammed his chair down on all four legs, grabbed one of the sake carafes, and ignored the cups entirely as he took a swig straight from the bottle.
His friends laughed again before Sero suddenly straightened up in the booth like he was peeking over the wooden divide around them, and a grin split his mouth in half.
“Speaking of Number One…” he said.
“Oh, is Izu finally here?” Mina gasped and whirled around.
Izu? You frowned in confusion and dismay. You didn’t know they were expecting more people to show up, and while you couldn’t place the name, it was safe to assume this new person was another pro hero.
“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bakugo grunted as he slammed the sake bottle onto the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. “Who invited the nerd?”
Whoever this person was, Bakugo didn’t seem to be a fan, but Mina’s voice pulled you from your musings.
“I did, Kats, calm down,” she said with another eye roll. “A few weeks ago, he helped Denki and I with a case that our agencies ended up working together on.”
“Yeah, it had been a while since I’d seen him, maybe before his last America trip, but it was actually hella fun getting to work with him,” Kaminari added before his eyes lit up, and he lifted an arm to wave over his head. “Yo, Midoriya!”
“Denki!” everyone hissed in unison, and Sero used his long arm to pull the blond’s down.
“Do you want us getting mobbed?” Mina chided and leaned forward to bop Kaminari on the head like a disobedient puppy. Then she saw you blinking around in confusion, and she flashed you an apologetic smile. “Sorry. It’s just, while we might all be pros, Izuku’s on another level. If people figure out he’s here, we’ll be swarmed with fans asking for pics and autographs. And he’s so nice, he’ll talk to every single person who approaches him.”
“That’s cuz he enjoys all the hot air people blow up his ass,” Bakugo grumbled as he slumped in his seat, and you could have sworn he was hiding a pout behind the rim of his full beer.
Wait a second… Mina had said Izuku, but Kaminari called him Midoriya… Izuku Midoriya. Where had you heard that name before?
“Sorry I’m late guys!” a voice said from behind you. “I actually can’t stay long, either, one of my sidekicks needed his shift covered, but I just wanted to drop by and say happy birthday, Denki!”
Why did he sound familiar?
“Hey, thanks, man.” Kaminari grinned as he pushed to his feet and clambered over Sero, exiting the booth and walking around the table to embrace the man behind you.
You chanced a glance over your shoulder and then had to crane your neck up to fully take in the newcomer. He was tall, taller than Kaminari but not quite as tall as Kirishima, and his frame was incredibly broad, nearly enveloping Denki’s slighter form as they hugged. When they pulled apart, you saw the man was dressed in dark, nondescript clothing, and a baseball cap was pulled low over his face. But it didn’t quite hide the mess of green curls spilling out from under the rim, and when he lifted his head and smiled at the table with a face full of freckles and white teeth, you felt like the breath had been punched out of you.
Because standing in front of you was Izuku Midoriya, hero name Deku, the top hero in Japan and most of the world, the Symbol of Peace.
You definitely needed a sinkhole to open up directly beneath you now. Right now.
Your body amped up its sweat production even more, and the blood roaring in your ears blocked out the sound of Mina and the others greeting Deku. You cast your eyes around in the futile hopes of an escape route, and when none were forthcoming, you decided you at least needed some sake for courage. Your hands shook as you hurriedly poured the liquid, but the burn seemed to take the razor-sharp edge off your panic, so at least you didn’t start hyperventilating. As you were contemplating a second sake, you felt eyes on you, and you looked over to find Bakugo still seated, still sulking behind his beer, but now he was almost… glaring at you? His upper lip also seemed to be curled in disgust, and you had just a split second to wonder if you’d spilled something on yourself before someone called your name.
“Y-Yes?” You half-turned in your chair, but when you realized numerous eyes were locked on you, you hastily rushed to your feet.
“We just wanted to introduce you,” Mina said as she gestured at Deku.
“Hello.” The tall, green-haired man smiled with the same friendly smile you’d seen on TV, and he held out a large, scarred hand for you to shake. “I’m Izuku Midoriya. It’s nice to meet you.”
You blanky muttered your name and watched as if from a distance as his hand enveloped yours completely, scars and callouses rough against your skin for an instant before he pulled away.
“Eijiro says you’re a guest at his agency,” Deku went on, and his emerald eyes seemed to study you with genuine interest.
“Y-Yes,” you stuttered, your throat suddenly dry. You couldn’t think of anything else to say, even as an awkward silence descended upon the table, so you just continued to smile forcefully until Kirishima came to the rescue.
“Her shop and apartment were destroyed by… a villain Bakugo stopped about a week ago,” the redhead explained.
“Oh, no, that must have been very hard on you,” Deku said with a sympathetic frown. His voice was very light and gentle, like he was talking to a frightened child, but your brain continued to rattle around your skull like a rogue pinball.
“It’s good,” you muttered, but when the Symbol of Peace frowned at you, the words registered in your head, and you rushed to clarify. “I-I mean, it’s fine. I’m fine. Sorry, Japanese isn’t my first language. But, um, I’m… fine. Kirishima and Bakugo have taken very good care of me while my apartment is repaired. Bakugo even gave me his own credit card. W-Well, I mean it’s an agency card, not like his own personal one, um…”
You let you a nervous giggle that was only a touch hysterical, but in your mind you were screaming for yourself to shut up. You even went so far as to bite the inside of your cheek, and the metallic taste of blood shocked enough sense back into you that you finally, blissfully, lapsed into silence.
“Well,” Deku said, and his smile was amused now, but not in a mean way, “I’m glad Kacchan is being so accommodating.”
“Shut the hell up, nerd,” Bakugo finally spoke up from the end of the table. “I can be nice when I fucking want to.”
“I know. That’s why you’re nipping at my heels in the rankings.” The Symbol of Peace turned his smile on the blond now, and you almost sagged in relief to not be pinned under his gaze anymore.
“Damn straight.” Bakugo scowled and narrowed his scarlet eyes. “I’m coming for your throne next time, Deku.”
“It’s good to see you, too, Kacchan.” Deku’s smile turned fond.
“Whatever.” Bakugo rolled his eyes and reached out to pour himself another beer. “Are you going to fuckin’ sit down or just hover? Your looming shadow is pissing me off.”
Deku winced and rolled up his sleeve to look at his watch. “I really can’t stay long. The shift I’m covering starts in about two hours…”
“Awww, come on, Izu,” Mina pouted and wrapped herself around his massive bicep. “Just have one drink with us.”
“I don’t know…” he said, and his brow furrowed as he bit his lip.
“Dude, just one drink,” Kaminari cajoled. “For my birthday. Your quirk will burn it off before your shift even starts.”
“If you leave now, Denki’s just going to pout and sulk all night,” Sero chimed in.
“Well, I don’t want to ruin your birthday, Denki.” The Number One hero smiled ruefully. “I’ll stay for one drink. But just one!”
Everyone cheered, save you and Bakugo. Bakugo just rolled his eyes again and refocused on his beer. Meanwhile, you plastered on a bright, fake smile and wondered if this night would ever end.
The group reshuffled to make room for Deku. Sero, Mina, and Kaminari squeezed back into the booth, with Mina in the middle. Kirishima took the chair closest to Bakugo at the end of the table, which left Deku to take the chair on the opposite end, sandwiching you between him and the hardening hero.
“Is this alright? Do you have enough room?” Deku asked as he shifted his chair an inch away from you.
Given how both he and Kirishima were over six feet, and as wide as the broad side of a barn, you were admittedly feeling a little claustrophobic, but you would never admit it.
“I’m fine,” you said with the same fake smile that hadn’t left your face in so long that your cheeks were starting to hurt. “Do you have enough room?”
“Yup!” Deku grinned as Mina took it upon herself to dole out a second round of whisky shots. Everyone clinked glasses, shouted ‘kanpai!’ and downed the liquor, and then the green-haired hero turned back to you. “So, what kind of shop do you run?”
You knew he was just being polite and trying to include you, and he did look genuinely interested, but you wished you could fade out of existence rather than be the focal point of his attention.
“O-Oh, nothing exciting I’m afraid,” you chuckled with the taste of whisky still burning a hole through your tongue. “I just do alterations. On clothes. You know, patching school uniforms and taking suits in or out.”
“Wow, that must require a lot of precision,” Deku said, and he didn’t sound condescending. Then he laughed as he lifted his large hands and flexed his scarred fingers. “Dexterity like that isn’t one of my strong suits.”
“Says the top hero in the world,” Kaminari scoffed.
“I don’t know about that.” Deku smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, and he suddenly looked a little younger, less imposing.
“Oh, come on, dude. What about that thing you just did on our joint mission a few weeks ago? Mina was there!”
“Are you talking about him shooting Black Whip through a hole the size of a quarter, in between falling debris?” Mina tapped her chin with a thoughtful look.
“Nooo,” Kaminari groaned. “Though that was awesome, too. I’m talking about…”
The conversation devolved into hero exploits from there, which you could not be more grateful for. It was kind of like listening to gods talk about their adventures, so you just continued to smile politely and nod while sipping on sake and silently sneaking snacks. Your surroundings and hearing started to feel a little fuzzy, which was a sign you should probably stop drinking, but it was the only think keeping you calm while you were literally pinned in by gigantic, larger-than-life heroes.
Unfortunately, you weren’t completely invisible, because the conversation eventually turned back to you when Deku was talking about his last America trip, and Kaminari oh so helpfully pointed out that you were American.
Then everyone had a million questions for you about the United States. Deku wanted to know where you grew up, and it turned out that he’d actually been one city over from your hometown at some point. Then he wanted to know if you’d visited some of the other places he’d been to, and you had to inform him that you unfortunately weren’t very well traveled before you came to Japan, which Deku said was a shame.
Meanwhile, Mina wanted to know what the fashion trends were like in America. And, again, you had to sadly inform her how you weren’t very up to date on fashion. You liked what you liked and what felt comfortable, and you never really paid attention to the five-minute fads that came and went on social media. But you did show her a few outfits that you had made for yourself, and she gushed about how good they looked, how she loved the colors, and if you could make something for her. Which caused Kirishima to snicker and mouth, “Told you so,” at you.
From there, Sero actually asked about your quirk, which made you immediately tense up, and you swore you saw both Kirishima and Bakugo shift in your peripherals. But you just said you had a minor healing quirk that was all but useless, which was why you had turned to academic studies, particularly languages, for your degree. You hurried the conversation on from there, and thankfully no one seemed to notice the way your hands shook around your almost empty beer glass.
Then Kaminari butted in and bluntly asked what the dating scene was like back home and if you had a boyfriend waiting for you in the States.
“Denki,” Sero sighed as he shoved the blond’s head to the side. “Stop being rude, or we’ll have to cut you off.”
“It was just a question,” Kaminari defended, and his yellowish eyes were a little bloodshot, probably due to the several shots he’d take off the whisky bottle.
“A rude question,” Sero said as he casually sipped his beer, but his dark eyes wandered over to yours and glinted with their own curiosity.
“I-It’s okay,” you muttered, cheeks and ears hot with alcohol and embarrassment. “I, uh, don’t have anyone waiting for me back in America.”
“Whaaaaaaa?” Kaminari gaped. “Then you found a boyfriend here in Japan?”
Every eye was suddenly trained on you, even Bakugo’s at the end of the table, and you downed your countless sake cup for courage.
“No,” you said after you swallowed, and you refused to lift your gaze off the table. “I’m… single.”
“Impossible.” Kaminari rapidly shook his head, sending sparks flying off the ends of his hair. “I mean, just look at you!”
You face flared with so much heat you thought you were going to burst a blood vessel.
“Have you ever had a partner before?” Mina suddenly jumped in.
“Mina, not you, too,” Kirishima groaned. “Leave her alone. I didn’t bring her so you guys could gang up on her.”
“Yeah, when did this fuckin’ turn into a sleepover game?” Bakugo interjected. It was the first time he’d spoken since Deku arrived, and when you glanced at his end of the table, you saw an empty pitcher of beer sitting in front of his slightly pink, scowling face.
“Oh my god, that’s a great idea!” Mina gasped and clapped her hands. “We should play Never Have I Ever! I’ll go first. Never have I ever had a partner before.”
“I know that’s a damn lie,” Kaminari snorted, which earned him a soft slap to the head. “Owwww. Why’re you hitting me? You’re the one trying to trick Stitches into answering.”
“I don’t think it’s fair if you’re targeting one person with your questions, Mina,” Deku laughed.
“Umm, we really don’t need this song and dance,” you said as you tried not to spontaneously combust. “I’ve, uh, had partners before. A few boyfriends in college, but nothing serious, and nothing in several years.”
Why were you talking about this? Why did the universe hate you so furiously?
“Man, American guys must be fucking blind and dumb, because you’re sooo hot,” Kaminari muttered and then ducked when Sero and Mina both tried to headslap him. “Ha! Denki for the win.”
“Ignore him.” Mina rolled her two-toned eyes before she grinned at you. “But if you’re single, are you looking to settle down here in Japan? Because I know a few guys at my agency who would make great husband material!”
Your polite smile fractured like glacial ice. Husband?
“Um, excuse me?” Kaminari frowned and gestured around the table. “What about the husband material sitting right in front of you?”
Mina wrinkled her nose as she glanced at each of the men in turn, and then she shook her head. “Deku and Kiri are the only viable options, and Kiri’s taken.”
“Uhhh, no I’m not,” Kirishima interjected.
“Aren’t you seeing that girl from the tea shop downtown?” Mina furrowed her brow.
“No, she just gave me her number. I never called her.”
“Why not?” Mina asked, and she cocked her head. “She was cute.”
“W-Weren’t we asking Stitches questions?” Kirishima suddenly deflected as his cheeks went a little red.
The bastard.
“Oh, yeah.” Mina turned back to you. “Where was I?”
“You were saying apparently only Deku and Kiri are viable husbands,” Sero helpfully supplied, but his tone was playfully bitter.
“Come on, Han, you and I both know you’re at least five years from settling down,” Mina teased. “You love going out too much.”
“And what about me?” Kaminari protested.
Mina shifted in the booth to give the blond a long once over. “You still need about ten years to finish maturing, Denks.”
“Rude.” The electric hero pouted. “What about Kacchan? No way he gets married before me.”
A flame licked down your spine as you suddenly imagined Bakugo in a suit, standing at the end of a flower-strewn aisle…
No. Stop it. Bad alcohol. Yet you still reached for your remaining flat and tepid beer and chugged the rest of it in one go.
“I don’t know,” Deku suddenly interjected with a sly smile. “There was this girl in our preschool class that Kacchan gave flowers to…”
“Shut your fuckin’ mouth, nerd,” Bakugo spat. “She lived next door, and her dog died. The old hag made me bring her flowers.”
“Ooooh, how is Mitsuki doing, by the way?” Kaminari asked. “Still a MILF?”
A gyoza suddenly rocketed across the table and smacked Kaminari right in the face, leaving behind a smear of dipping sauce.
“Say that about the old hag again,” Bakugo said with narrowed eyes, and his voice was deathly quiet.
Kaminari whimpered and ducked behind Mina. “Kacchannnn, it’s my birthday, don’t hurt me. All I’m saying is your mom is and has always been very beautiful. It’s a compliment!”
Deku snickered behind his hand, which drew Bakugo’s attention and his ire.
“What are you laughing at, Deku?” he sneered.
“Yeah, Inko’s just as hot,” Kaminari said as he peeked his head out from behind Mina. “But in a more matronly kinda way. Plus, her cooking is amazing!”
“Hey.” Deku’s smirk suddenly turned into a frown.
“Ugh, as you can see,” Mina chimed in and turned back to you. “They’re all a little hopeless.”
“I’ve at least had a girlfriend,” Kaminari said with a haughty sniff. “Bakugo can’t say that.”
What? That couldn’t be right. Pro Hero Dynamight had never had a girlfriend?
Another gyoza— no, edamame this time— slapped into Kaminari’s forehead, even though he was still partially hiding behind Mina.
“Dunceface, I swear to fuckin’ god…” Bakugo growled as he glowered at the other blond.
“What? It’s true!” Kaminari said and ducked completely behind Mina again.
Bakugo stood up so fast the table full of glasses and dishes rattled precariously. Crimson eyes glared down furiously at the gathered heroes but for some reason avoided you entirely, and meanwhile Kaminari was trying to go boneless and slide onto the floor for better cover.
You gaped up at the explosive hero, and a silence that was equal parts angry on Bakugo’s part and awkward on everyone else’s descended over the table until Deku spoke up.
“Kacchan, you know he was just kidding around,” he said in that gentle, soothing voice you internally dubbed his ‘hero voice.’
Bakugo snapped open his mouth like he was going to spit fire, but then he paused, with his eyes glaring at Deku over your head but not drifting toward you for even a second.
Finally, he shoved his chair back completely with another rough scrape but kept it from hitting the wooden divide.
“I’m going to get another drink,” he grunted before he stalked off into the bar, the tense line of his shoulders the last thing you see of him.
Everyone glanced at the still quarter full whisky bottle that was sitting in front of Bakugo’s now empty seat, and another beat of silence passed.
Then the faint sound of a phone alarm shattered the awkward quiet like brittle glass.
“Oops, sorry, that’s me,” Deku said as he fished around in his jacket pocket and silenced his phone. “Not to go out on a sour note, but I have to get going. My shift starts in an hour, and I still have to get back to the agency, change, and do some paperwork I’ve been putting off.”
“Boo,” Mina pouted before she sighed. “But we understand. Being Number One is hard work. But you do it well, Izu. All Might would be proud.”
Tears suddenly glistened in Deku’s emerald eyes, and you tried to hide the shock on your face. You didn’t expect the Symbol of Peace to cry so easily… but it kind of made you like him more.
“Thanks, Mina,” he rasped, and then he cleared his throat and pushed himself to his feet. “It was so great to see all of you guys, and Denki, your gift should arrive at your apartment in the next few days.”
“Aww, you shouldn’t have, man, thanks.” Kaminari also slid to his feet, and then the two heroes leaned over the table and gave each other a one armed embrace, which left you leaning off to the side and trying not to look up Deku’s shirt.
Eventually, Kaminari sat down, and Deku shared another half embrace with Mina and a fist bump with Sero. Then the looming green-haired man pulled back and smiled down at you.
“And it was really nice to meet you, um, Stitches?” He said it like a question.
Now you really had to change your passport.
Suddenly remembering your manners, you rushed to your feet and bowed your head slightly.
“The pleasure was all mine, uh, Midoriya,” you replied and then immediately started second guessing yourself. Should you have called him Deku? Used the -sama honorific instead of -san?
Thankfully, Deku just smiled and dipped his head back at you.
“I hope we meet again, I have a lot of questions I want to ask you before my next trip to America,” he said with a twinkle in his green eyes.
“Um, well, I’ll, uh, be at Kirishima’s agency for the next few weeks, and after that, um, well, he could tell you where my shop is, or give you my number, he has that, too,” you rambled before you bit the already raw spot on the inside of your cheek.
What were you doing? Japan’s Number One Hero didn’t want your number, he was just being polite.
“Oh, awesome!” Deku grinned. “I’ll be sure to get that from him.”
There was no way that was true, but it was nice of him to keep up the façade.
“Actually, just sent you her number, dude,” Kirishima jumped in, and when your gaze snapped to the redhead, you found him smiling and holding up his phone.
Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. He didn’t just share your number with Japan’s Number One hero…
“Got it!” Said hero held up his phone in return, and now you had to wonder if you had actually slipped and cracked your head on the steps leading up to the bar and were now just languishing in some kind of torturous coma.
“Ooh, shoot that over to me, too, Kiri,” Mina said as she took out her phone.
“No, put it in the group chat!” Kaminari argued.
You just stared around in shock until Deku’s low, quiet laughter caught your attention. When you shifted to look at him, you found him smiling at you.
“Popularity can be a little overwhelming, huh?” he asked.
You nodded mutely.
“Well, whenever it gets a little much for me, I just like to remind myself that if so many people are liking me, I must be doing something right,” he chuckled before he pulled his cap a little further onto his curls and popped the collar of his jacket. “But also, you can tell them no sometimes. You’re entitled to that, even if they are heroes.”
“I’ll… keep that in mind,” you said as you nervously twisted the rings on your fingers.
“Good.” Deku nodded with another smile before he lifted his hand in a wave. “Have a good night, you guys! And happy birthday again, Denki!”
“Thanks, man, have a good shift!” Kaminari waved back, echoed by the others with similar sentiments.
“Be safe,” you muttered as you also waved goodbye, and soon Deku was ducking his head and ducking back into the crowd of the bar. Now, you were the only one left awkwardly standing, but thankfully Kirishima spoke up and grabbed everyone’s attention.
“Well,” he sighed, “I better find Bakubro and make sure he’s alright.”
“He probably left,” Sero snorted and downed another cup of sake.
Kirishima frowned but didn’t argue, and he didn’t get up, which meant he most likely agreed with Sero.
“His loss,” Kaminari scoffed. “I’m just about to order the second round. And maybe a few entrées for the table to share.”
“I am still a little hungry,” Kirishima said before his eyes found yours. “Are you okay with sticking around a little longer? Sero’s right, Bakugo probably split, but we can just hang for another hour.”
“Wooow, are we so terrible?” Mina smirked.
“Yes, but I promised Stitches dinner, and appetizers just aren’t going to cut it,” Kirishima shot back playfully, but his gaze flicked to yours again. “If that’s alright with you?”
“Of course.” You smiled and hoped it didn’t come off as strained as you felt. “I’m having a great time, you don’t have to worry about me. But, um, I actually wanted to run to the bathroom real quick if that’s okay.”
“Sure—” Kirishima started.
“I’ll take you!” Mina cut him off as she started to rise from the table.
“No!” you said, a little more sharply than you intended, and Mina froze half out of the booth. “Sorry, I mean, if you need to, of course you can come with me, but don’t get up on my account. I-I saw the bathrooms on the way in, so I know the way.”
“Are you sure?” Mina asked with a frown.
“Positive.” You nodded. “You guys just order another round of drinks and food, and I’ll be back in a minute.”
“Any requests?” Kirishima asked as you started to turn away.
“Surprise me!” you said over your shoulder, and then you slipped off into the bar.
You had lied to Mina. You hadn’t seen the bathrooms on the way in, so you stumbled blindly through the crowd, simultaneously keeping your head down so you wouldn’t meet anyone’s eye, and darting quick glances around at the walls for any signage.
After bumping into half a dozen drunk people— or maybe you were the drunk one, you did feel a little more unsteady than usual in your boots— you finally found the women’s bathroom. There was a line of course, but it wasn’t very long, and you were immensely grateful to not be the object of anyone’s attention for a minute. Unfortunately, you hadn’t lied about needing to use the bathroom, so you were practically dancing on your tiptoes by the time you stumbled into the stall.
Damn alcohol always went right through you.
Once you’d relieved yourself, you shuffled over to the sink to wash your hands. Several women were fixing their hair and makeup in the mirror, and you winced when you caught sight of your reflection. You hadn’t worn much makeup to begin with, so most of that was still intact, but your hair was frizzy from the humidity in the bar, and the clip keeping your bun in place was starting to hurt your head. You sighed as you took it out, running you damp fingers over your hair to try and tame the worst of it. In the end, there wasn’t much difference, but the headache just starting up in your temples had receded a bit, so you took that as a win.
Slipping the hair clip into your pocket, you gave your reflection one last tired glance— trying to ignore how you swayed on your feet— before you summoned up your courage again and walked back out of the bathroom.
Your feet were a little slow and reluctant, but you were making your way back to the table when a sudden blast of cooler air made you stop. You glanced to the right to see a glass door swinging closed and leading out onto a patio, strung with lights. It was a little too cold tonight, so all of the outside tables that you could see were empty, only a few smokers hovering as close as they could to the bar door.
But beyond them, you could see a silhouette topped with familiar ash-blond hair, leaning against the railing overlooking the street…
You hesitated there in the doorway. You knew that you should return to the table because Kirishima and the others would worry about you if you were gone too long, and it was Kaminari’s birthday, but… you recalled the look on Bakugo’s face when he stormed off. He seemed genuinely angry, upset. Had Kaminari’s joke really dug that deep under his skin? Or… was it a joke? Something about Bakugo’s reaction told you it wasn’t, but the fact that he hadn’t had a significant other seemed… ludicrous. Katsuki Bakugo was too handsome for his own good, bordering on beautiful, with his pale, sharp features and piercing red eyes. And that was not to mention his strength and prowess as a pro hero. Every woman, and more than a few men, in Japan wanted to be with him. Had he really never taken anyone up on the offer?
A sudden cold breeze slapping you in the face yanked you from your thoughts, and you discovered that you had somehow walked over to the door, opened it, and stepped outside without your conscious permission.
You panicked, about to turn and go back in, but then red eyes glanced over a broad shoulder and stabbed right into you, and you knew it was too late to go back now.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Bakugo couldn’t understand why he hadn’t gone home already. He should have. He’d already stormed off from the table, and Shitty Hair would probably assume he’d left already, which he should have.
Instead, for some inexplicable reason, he was standing in the cold night air, glaring off the patio and down onto the shadowed street about six feet below. He still felt warmer than he should have, which told him he’d drank more than he intended, but fuck it. The idiots inside had been getting on his last goddamn nerve.
First, it was Dunceface and Tapeface drooling all over you. Sero was less obvious, but Bakugo had seen the glint of interest in his eyes when he stared at you, asked you questions. And Kaminari had been just a step below popping a fucking boner all night. Bakugo saw the way his eyes kept trailing toward your cleavage.
Not that he was staring at your cleavage. Well… maybe a little, but only when you leaned over the table to refill your glass or grab some food…
“Fuck,” Bakugo snarled under his breath, shaking his head.
He had spent the whole night convincing himself he didn’t care about you or what you thought, doing his best to just drink and ignore you, but his eyes kept trailing back to you no matter how much he fought it. He’d clocked how your stiff and awkward posture had gradually relaxed with more alcohol, how you blushed so fiercely every time Dunce or Tapeface threw a compliment your way. Then fucking Deku had to go and show up, and you went all starry-eyed, fumbling over your words more than you had been all night, staring at the nerd like everyone else did, like he hung the goddamn moon.
Listening to the two of you talk about America, something Bakugo had no context for, had gotten under his skin, dug deep and writhing through his bones. You’d been smiling as you described your hometown, and Deku had been his usual ray of fucking sunshine self as he listed all the places he’d traveled to in your country.
That would have been the worst of it, and something Bakugo could have handled, but then Kaminari had to go and open his fucking mouth.
He had tried not to listen, tried not to be interested, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t absently wondered some of the same questions Kaminari asked. And though he would never say so out loud, he had to agree with Denki on one thing. American men must be stupid. You were… far from ugly and obviously intelligent, but the latter might have been a turn off from what Bakugo knew of Americans. Either way, your single status surprised him, and a kernel of… something had unfurled in his chest at the revelation. Bakugo refused to acknowledge it as excitement.
He’d attempted to drown out the sensation with whisky, but between Mina trying to pimp you out, everyone suddenly calling you Stitches when that was his name for you, and goddamn Dunceface calling him out on his lack of relationship history, the alcohol had just turned that not-excitement into anger.
He hadn’t meant to react, but the fire in his veins had propelled him to his feet, and he could still hear the clattering dishes in his mind. He’d fully intended to tell the whole table to just go to hell, but then he’d seen you staring up at him with wide, surprised eyes, and his anger had quickly twisted into embarrassment. He’d stomped off to save some face, but he wasn’t sure he had succeeded.
Now, here he was, standing alone on a bar patio and hunching against the wind. When he’d initially stormed out here, there had been almost a dozen smokers scattered across the deck, but one look at Bakugo’s scowling face had sent most scurrying back inside. The few who remained had retreated near the bar door, but Bakugo could feel them glancing at him every now and then. He didn’t know if they recognized him or just sensed the enraged aura rolling off him, but Bakugo didn’t give a shit either way.
A high-pitched laugh on the street below drew the blond’s attention, and he glanced down from where he was leaning against the railing. A woman had staggered drunkenly into the street, teetering on her too high heels. A man was stumbling behind her, and although Bakugo could hear the murmur of their voices, he couldn’t hear the actual words they were saying. Then the woman laughed again, twirling in circles like a ballerina as she threw her arms out to the side. She faltered on the uneven asphalt and lost her balance, but the man suddenly swooped her up into his arms and spun her around into a dramatic dip. The woman giggled as she wound her arms around the man’s neck and kissed him, and the two of them swayed in the middle of the street like they were the only people in the world.
Bakugo sneered at them with the disgust he typically regarded overly affectionate couples with, but then, unbidden, he had the thought that you had a much nicer laugh than the woman on the street. You were just as clumsy, even when you were sober, but Bakugo suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have you in his arms, to dance with you and dip you like the man below had done. He imagined you would probably step on his foot at every turn, but it wouldn’t be so bad, especially if you were giggling in his ear like you had in his car last night…
The blond slammed his eyes closed and vigorously shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about you. The drinking hadn’t worked, but maybe if he found someone else to occupy his thoughts for the night…
Bakugo pushed off the railing and half turned to reenter the bar, but then he paused. The idea of going back inside, ordering another drink, and trying to find a one-night stand was suddenly very unappealing to him. His friends would probably spot him before long and call him out, poke fun at his attempt to get laid, which even just the thought of that happening irritated him. Then there was just the whole song and dance that he hated. Walking up to a woman or waiting for one to approach him. Buying them a drink. Engaging in useless small talk. It all sounded… terrible.
He really should just go home.
But then, inevitably, his thoughts drifted back to you. Was he really going to just leave you with his idiot friends? God knows what shit they were spouting now. They could be doing irreputable damage to Dynamight’s reputation.
And why do you care so much about what Stitches thinks? a voice that sounded annoyingly like Kirishima taunted in his head.
Bakugo gritted his teeth, but before he could even reprimand himself, he heard the bar door opening behind him. His hero training made him glance back, as he had every other time the door had opened, but this time, it wasn’t another smoker standing in the threshold.
No, it was you, of course it was you, standing there like the blond’s thoughts had summoned you. Your eyes were wide in your alcohol-flushed face, and even from a distance, he could see the panic in your gaze. He expected you to turn around and retreat back inside, but you surprised him by letting the door close behind you. Then you just stood there, shifting awkwardly on your feet, like you were waiting for permission to join him.
Unfortunately, the smokers got to you first.
“Hey, baby, need to bum a cig?” a man with short black hair asked. He dug around in his leather jacket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes and then extended them to you, and the two other men he was with shared an excited smirk before they aimed their leers back at you.
Bakugo immediately tensed.
“O-Oh, no, thank you,” you stammered, fidgeting with the slim brown belt around your waist.
“What, not your brand?” The man smirked but didn’t withdraw his hand.
“No, I-I just don’t smoke,” you murmured.
“Ever tried?” one of the other men asked. His buzzed hair was short against his scalp and dyed blond with patterns zigzagging through the stubble.
“Yeah, don’t knock it till you tried it,” the third man said. He was shorter than the others, with blood red hair thrown up into a knot at the top of his head, giving him a few extra inches.
“I have, um, back in college, but I quit.” You shifted from side to side on your feet, and Bakugo noticed you were subtly inching away from the men.
Part of him absently wondered if you were lying or not about the smoking, but the majority of him was laser focused on the three assholes that apparently couldn’t take a fucking hint.
“Wooow, a woman of discipline, how rare,” the first man drawled as his filthy eyes flicked up and down your body, and then he jostled the pack of cigarettes in his hand again. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you?”
“I’m sure, but I appreciate the offer,” you said with a nervous smile.
Bakugo had already turned fully to face you and the men, palms slowly starting to heat up with his quirk, but you hadn’t glanced at him at all since this interaction started. Did you not want his help?
“Alright.” The dark-haired man shrugged and pocketed the cigarettes before taking a drag off the lit one he still held in his other hand. “You don’t have to smoke to hang with us. What’s your name? Mine’s Yoshida.”
“Nice to meet you, Yoshida,” you said, emphasizing the -san honorific and being disgustingly, perfectly polite. “But, um, I can’t stay, I actually have to—”
“Aww, no, come on,” the guy with the buzzcut cajoled, smiling slyly around the cigarette hanging from his lips. “Just chill with us for a bit. You’re much prettier company than Yosh, here.”
“Shut up, Kyo,” Yoshida scoffed, but then his eyes dragged over you again, and Bakugo felt something ignite in his chest. “He’s right, though. You are very pretty. Much prettier than my last girlfriend. Sure you can’t stay?”
“I-I’m sure.”
“At least tell us your name before you go,” the redhead with the topknot said. Then he took a step to the side, blocking your path forward, and suddenly the three men had almost surrounded you, closing in like a pack of wild dogs.
“I…” You faltered, panic clear on your face, before your eyes finally flicked to Bakugo’s.
The message in them was clear. Help me.
Bakugo crossed the patio in three long strides.
“There a fuckin’ problem here?” he grunted as he shouldered past Topknot to stand beside and a little in front of you.
Topknot stumbled into his friends, and the three of them teetered, off balance. It was then that Bakugo smelled the alcohol practically seeping from the bastards’ pores, and he wrinkled his nose at the stench.
“Woah, what the fuck, dude?” The man named Yoshida righted himself first and then threw a glare at Bakugo. “You made me drop my cig.”
“Sounds like it’s time for you to get the fuck back inside then,” Bakugo sneered.
“Hey, we’re just talking to our new friend here, you’re the one with the problem, asshole.” Topknot puffed himself up to his full height, which still barely put him above Bakugo’s shoulder, and the blond smirked down at him maliciously.
“The grownups are talking, why don’t you go find a booster seat and then come and find me?” he taunted.
Topknot’s face went as red as his hair, and Bakugo let more of his quirk trickle into his hands, his fingertips starting to glow. The other two men shifted on their feet, and he saw Buzzcut dropping his cigarette butt and putting it out under his heel. All three men widened their stances like they were getting ready for a fight, and all Bakugo could think was good.
His blood had been roiling all night. It would feel good to let off a little steam.
“Bakugo,” you muttered in a tight voice, your hand finding his elbow, but the moment you said his name, all three men paled.
“W-Wait…” Yoshida blinked and then squinted at the blond, trying to see through the shadows of the patio and the haze of the liquor. “Bakugo as in… Bakugo Katsuki?”
“Holy shit,” Buzzcut breathed, eyes widening. “I thought I recognized him, but… i-it’s fucking Dynamight.��
Bakugo bared his teeth, angry at the sudden cowardice in their gazes. “So what? Didn’t you have something to say to me a second ago?”
Topknot sneered at the condescension in the blond’s tone and opened his mouth to retort, but Yoshida abruptly elbowed him in the gut.
“N-No, Dynamight,” Yoshida then stuttered, bowing his head and practically simpering as he added the -sama at the end. “We apologize. We… didn’t realize she was with you.”
“Y-Yeah, if we knew she was yours, we would have never bothered her.” Buzzcut nodded vigorously in agreement, and while Topknot continued to glower, he didn’t say anything else.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes in a red-hot glare, but his rage was quickly being displaced by your hand tightening on his elbow and the words she and yours cycling through his head and searing through his already blazing veins.
Still, he couldn’t let them get away without any punishment.
Humiliation would have to do in lieu of his fists.
“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” he growled.
The men blinked in confusion before they seemed to realizing you were still standing behind him, and when Bakugo curled his upper lip and flicked his gaze to the ground, Yoshida and Buzzcut instantly dropped to their knees, yanking Topknot down with them.
“We are deeply sorry for bothering you, ma’am,” Yoshida said with his forehead pressed to the deck of the patio. “W-We’ve maybe had too much to drink tonight.”
Bakugo rolled his eyes at the pathetic excuse, but then you cleared your throat.
“It’s al— I forgive you,” you amended yourself midsentence, and Bakugo could feel you shaking slightly as you pressed into his side. “But, um, next time, when a woman tells you she’s not interested, you should listen to her.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Yoshida intoned, his head still resting against the patio floor.
A beat of awkward silence passed as Bakugo glared down at the men in contempt.
“Well?” he finally snapped when the bastards didn’t move. “Are you waiting to be fucking dismissed?”
The three men scrambled to their feet and shoved each other out of the way to reach the door first. Yoshida and Buzzcut practically fell into the bar, but Topknot cast one more glare over his shoulder before the door closed behind him.
For a moment, the only sound on the patio was the whistling breeze and the murmur of music and voices from inside the bar.
“Seem to be making this a habit, Stitches,” Bakugo finally grunted as he turned to look down at you.
Your face was still pink—whether from adrenaline or alcohol now, he couldn’t tell— and he realized that your hair was no longer up in a bun. Instead, it hung loose around your shoulders, framing your face, and he had to fight the sudden urge to catch a lock and run it between his fingers.
He told himself to take a step back, put some distance between the two of you, but his boots stayed rooted to the deck. He blamed the fact that his blood still felt more like whisky, sluggishly pumping through his blood vessels.
“Yeah, well,” you sighed, drawing his attention. “Some men seem to take breathing as an open visitation. Hopefully, those guys will think twice about it next time, but…”
Bakugo frowned at the resignation in your tone. “Does this shit happen to you all the time?”
“I-I mean, not all the time,” you stuttered and averted your gaze. “I don’t go out enough for it to be a real problem. But it’s not… uncommon for a man to say something to me or brush up against me on the train.”
The fading embers in his chest roared back to life at the thought of men accosting you regularly, and Bakugo found himself wishing he had drawn some blood from those bastards.
“Fuckers,” he spat instead, glowering at the bar door like he could still pierce them with his gaze.
“I-It’s fine, Bakugo. It’s really not something to get too upset over.”
“Fuck yeah, it is.” He scowled. “You should be pissed. Assholes aren’t entitled to speak to you, let alone touch you.”
Pot calling the kettle black, a voice whispered in his head, but this one sounded more like his own than Kirishima’s.
“I understand what you’re saying, but if I did that, I would be pissed all the time.” You shook your head, gold earrings glinting in the string lights and distracting him for a moment.
“So what?” he asked when he got back on track. “Then be pissed all the time.”
“Well, I don’t know about you, but being angry for that long would just be exhausting to me.” You smiled faintly, a teasing hint to your expression.
Bakugo huffed but couldn’t hold onto his full anger. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. My stamina must just be better than yours.”
“I don’t doubt it,” you laughed, and it was the first time all night that he had heard the sound without a nervous undertone.
He didn’t know what to say in the wake of his evaporating anger, didn’t know what to say with you smiling up at him while still close enough that your arm brushed his.
“Good,” was what he settled on, and he injected as much cockiness as he could into the word in the hopes of covering up how unbalanced he suddenly felt.
Silence settled over the pair of you again, and you shivered in the brisk wind as you wrapped your arms around yourself.
“Well, um, I’m sorry for disturbing your peace and quiet out here,” you muttered, averting your gaze to the far railing. “I just… saw you through the door and, uh, wanted…”
“Wanted what?” he asked when you trailed off into silence.
“To… make sure you were alright,” you finished, and your cheeks grew a little more pink. “You, um, just seemed… upset when you left, so I wanted to… apologize.”
“What the fuck are you apologizing for now?” Bakugo scoffed. You were seriously ridiculous with that shit.
“I don’t know,” you muttered and dropped your gaze to your feet. “My presence? You didn’t seem… excited about the idea of me joining you guys earlier, and then I kinda felt like the others were… poking fun at you on my behalf, so… I’m sorry for ruining your night or whatever.”
You kicked the toe of your boot into the wooden deck, scuffing the already worn brown leather. Bakugo couldn’t see your face since your were ducking your head, but he could read your cowed body language, and he was speaking before he even knew what he was going to say.
“You didn’t ruin shit,” he muttered, but now he suddenly couldn’t look at you, so he turned to stare out toward the railing again. “Those idiots are always like that. Just don’t listen to half the shit they say. That’s what I do.”
“Duly noted,” you said, and when he glanced back at you, he found a slight smirk tugging at your lips.
He stared at them for a moment and recalled the dancing couple in the street, and he wondered what would happen if he pulled you in right now and—
“Shit,” you cursed in English at a stronger gust of wind, fighting back a full body shiver. Bakugo could see goosebumps rising on your forearms, your collarbones, and he clicked his tongue.
“Let’s get back inside before you fuckin’ freeze to death,” he muttered and stepped toward the bar door, but you caught the sleeve of his jacket and stopped him.
“Wait,” you said, biting your lip and hesitating for a moment before you continued. “Can we just… say out here for one more minute? It’s a little cold, but it’s kind of refreshing. Plus, it’s helping me sober up.”
“How much did you drink?” Bakugo frowned.
“Enough.” You blushed. “What else was I supposed to do when I was suddenly meeting four of the most famous people in the country?”
Something ugly squirmed beneath his ribcage, pushing the next words out of his mouth without his permission.
“Don’t worry, you impressed fuckin’ Deku, so you can unclench,” he scoffed before he turned and stomped back to the patio railing.
“Do you think?” you asked as you trailed after him, sounding so hopeful, oblivious to the way he gritted his teeth. “I just… wanted to make a good impression on your friends.”
That gave him pause, and he stared down at you as he leaned against the railing.
“Why?” he couldn’t help but ask.
“Why what?” You blinked up at him, suddenly too close again as you used him as a shield against the wind.
“You said you wanted to impress my friends, not ‘pro heroes.’ Why do you give a shit if my ‘friends’ like you?”
“I—” Your eyes widened, cheeks darkening with a fresh blush, and you quickly averted your gaze as you started to fiddle with the pendant resting against your chest. “I just, um…”
You trailed off, unable to come up with the words, and Bakugo felt that thing that definitely wasn’t excitement unfurl in his chest again.
“Don’t hurt yourself, Stitches.” He smirked.
“Shut up, Dynamight,” you muttered, shooting him a glare that was more of a pout, and fuck. Fuck.
He wanted to kiss you. He fucking admitted it. He wanted to goddamn kiss you.
Bakugo tried to recall every reason why he shouldn’t, why he couldn’t, but his train of thought derailed and exploded when you shivered again, crossing your arms under your breasts and pushing them up as you huddled into yourself.
“I can hear your fuckin’ teeth clacking,” he said distantly, fighting to bring his gaze up to your face.
“S-Sorry,” you chattered. “I, um, didn’t have a jacket that went with this outfit.”
“Tch.” Bakugo clicked his tongue and was shedding his bomber jacket in one motion. “Here, before your lips turn blue.”
“O-Oh, no, I— ohhhhhhh,” you sighed as he stepped forward and flung the jacket over your shoulders. “That’s so warm.”
“No, you’re just becoming hypothermic,” he grumbled, tugging his bomber more securely over you. Then he realized the two of you are standing chest to chest, with his arms basically wrapped around you. You were so small, tucked into the hollow of his torso, and he suddenly got a whiff of the shampoo in your hair, recognizing it as the one they always kept stocked at the agency.
Something about the sight of you in his jacket, smelling like his agency, riled him up, and his eyes were drifting to your lips again.
No, fuck. What was he doing? He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t do this.
He was the Number Two hero in Japan. He had his career to focus on. He still needed to usurp Deku, and that wouldn’t happen if he was distracted. Plus, as the Number Two hero, he had his fair share of enemies, and you were a goddamn seamstress, you didn’t need that kind of heat.
Furthermore, he didn’t do relationships. As Dunceface had so gleefully pointed out, Bakugo had never had a significant other. He didn’t have the time, energy, or even the fucking motivation to try with that bullshit. He’d had several one-night stands, but that was the extent of what he wanted.
Except, with you, it would be different. He could tell. He had thought about bedding you, just to get it out of his system, but now, after seeing how Kaminari and Sero salivated over you, the notion of letting you go after, pushing you away like he had with the others, rubbed him the wrong way. No, if he had you, he wanted you. He remembered the way Yoshida and Buzzcut had called you his, and something dark and possessive purred inside him, clawing to make those words truth.
And Bakugo didn’t like that, didn’t like feeling out of control. He was a grown man and a goddamn pro hero. He should be in control of himself.
So he couldn’t kiss you, no matter how much he wanted to. He needed to keep his distance, remind himself that you were just supposed to be his healer until he found a more permanent solution for his hearing. It didn’t matter how pretty you were, how interesting he found the tidbits of your life that you had shared with his friends tonight. It didn’t matter that he thought you were ridiculously stubborn, idiotically kind, and stupidly brave.
None of it mattered because he couldn’t do this. Wasn’t doing this. You were drunk and better off without him anyway, even fucking Raccoon Eyes said so without knowing. You deserved someone nice, someone who complimented you and took you dancing in the middle of the street. Hell, from the look in Dunceface’s eyes earlier, he was already halfway in love with you, and even though he was a fucking moron, he was a good guy. He would treat you right.
The image of Kaminari pulling you in close suddenly jumped to the forefront of Bakugo’s mind. He imagined the other blond tucking a strand of hair behind your ear like Bakugo had wanted to do on several occasions, envisioned the electric hero smiling, dipping you with a dramatic flourish, and then leaning in to kiss you…
Black rage reared its head in Bakugo’s mind.
No, mine, that should be me.
Without realizing it, Bakugo had stepped even closer to you, and he only snapped back to himself when he felt your shaky breath skating across his collarbone. His red eyes flicked down to find yours, wide and shocked, and he watched as your tongue darted out to wet your dry lips.
“Um, B-Bakugo,” you whispered, and he noticed your hands were shaking where they were clenched against your chest, cinching his jacket around your shoulders.
That logical, practical voice was screaming in the back of his head, but it sounded distant and tiny, drowned out by the blood pounding in his ears. He ignored it entirely as he reached up and finally, finally, caught a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear.
Your breath whooshed out of you all at once, and Bakugo could see your pulse stutter in the hollow of your throat.
“Stitches,” he murmured. “Tell me to fuck off.”
It was a last-ditch effort and a cowardly one, pawning the responsibility off on you. But the blond couldn’t even find it in himself to care as you parted your lips and met his gaze dead on.
“What… what if I don’t want to?” you whispered, leaning into him until the two of you were sharing the same air.
“Assholes aren’t entitled to touch you, remember?” he rasped.
“But what if I give permission?”
“You’re drunk.”
“Tipsy,” you corrected in a breathless voice. “And so are you.”
“Doesn’t make it better.”
You frowned, and before he could stop you, you reached up and placed your hands on either side of his head. The cool, tingling sensation of your quirk rushed through him a moment later, and then clear, startling sobriety took its place. It was like he’d been dunked in the Arctic Ocean, and Bakugo inhaled sharply.
Because now the logical side of him was loud, shouting at the forefront of his mind. Suddenly, all those reasons why he shouldn’t kiss you came roaring back, and the blond knew he needed to step away.
But your voice made him hesitate.
“There,” you said, still close enough that your breath brushed his chin. “Now, neither of us is drunk.”
Yeah, that was the problem.
Bakugo opened his mouth to say as such, but you were abruptly raising up onto your tiptoes, your lips brushing his in the most innocent peck. You dropped back onto your heels before he could even process anything, and then you blinked up at him with eyes full of hope and uncertainty. As the seconds passed, the hope started to fade, replaced by fear, and you tugged your lower lip between your teeth, worrying it until it was cherry red.
Fuck. Bakugo felt the last of his resolve splintering into nothing, and he lifted a hand to cup your face. Your cheek was crimson but somehow cold beneath his hot palm, and it was oh so very soft.
“You’re making a mistake, Stitches,” he warned, but before you could come back to your senses, he dove down and slanted his mouth across yours.
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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.
sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.
“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.
a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.
you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.
katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.
then your name was brought up.
at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.
he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.
you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.
you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.
you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.
“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.
“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.
you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.
“ow !”
“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.
“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.
when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.
you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”
he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.
“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”
you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.
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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you
『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting
Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.
His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.
Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.
He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.
Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.
Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.
The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.
“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.
Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.
He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.
He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.
Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.
Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.
And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.
He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.
“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.
He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.
You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.
You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.
He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.
Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.
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bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him
“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”
You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.
“Kats?”
Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.
You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.
“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”
“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)
“Kats?”
“No.”
“‘Suki?”
“Close, but still no.”
“Baby?”
“Yeah, baby?”
"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"
"In your desk drawer on the right."
You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.
"Love you, Katsuki."
"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."
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Katsuki just needs you to lay your eyes on him to get hard.
You can be sleepy and looking up at him with your eyes half open and he gets a boner.
Roughed up in the morning, teeth still not brushed and you just peek at him from one eye before snuggling into his open arms? He’s getting a boner.
Maybe you’re moaning with his food in your mouth while complimenting how good of a cook he is with sparkling eyes, and his blood rushes straight to his dick.
And it’s not always because he wants to fuck you, even if he does have a super high sex drive and would bend you over 4 times a day if you’d let him.
Sometimes it’s just because his heart skips a beat while thinking about how softly only you know how to look at his soul, even behind all his rough exterior.
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Bakugo Katsuki was always insecure about his hands, even if he’d never admit it.
At the start of your relationship, whenever you walked anywhere together, he’d shove his hands deep into his pockets, never giving you any chance to grab his hand.
They’re very rough, they have to be to withstand his Quirk, and he thinks you would hate it. They aren’t comfortable to hold, they might even hurt a little.
Even worse is his overactive sweat glands on his palms. The thought that you might grab his hand and be disgusted by what you felt scared him.
When you asked to hold hands, he told you he didn’t want to, that it was uncomfortable, that he didn’t like any kind of public affection, any excuse to get out of letting you touch his hands.
You always thought it was strange though. After all, he had no problem holding your hand on the way back to the locker rooms after training, even though that was just as public, and surely he would find that uncomfortable too. Sometimes he’d even hold your hand while on dates after coming back from the bathroom.
It took a while for you to realise that he would only hold your hand when he had just cleaned his hands, or if he was wearing thick gloves. When that realisation finally hit you, you figured out why he wouldn’t hold your hands often, even when it seemed clear he wanted to.
After that realisation, you quickly grabbed his hand before he had chance to stuff it into his pocket after class, on the walk back to your dorm building.
He immediately tried to pull his hand away, afraid of your reaction, but you just held on, smiling up at him, acting completely casual. When he realised you weren’t saying anything, he let himself relax a little, but he stays tense.
You talk just like normal on the way back to the dorms, making him relax even more, enjoying having your hand in his, like he’s been wanting since the start.
When he understands that you don’t care about his hands being the way they are, he relaxes completely.
From that day on, he’s constantly got your hand in his.
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"Katsuki!" You called from the bedroom, lying on your stomach as you read a romance novel. You'd just seen a line you read a handful of times in other romance novels. It was a line that managed to make you smile like an idiot, with butterflies dancing in your stomach.
"What?" He yelled from the living room, where he repaired one of his gauntlets.
"C'mere for a sec," you got up with the book, and Katsuki walked into the room shirtless with a little grease on his chest and arms. Even better for your request.
"What the fuck? You just called me in, and now yer pushin' me away?" He knitted his eyebrows when you pushed him out of the room.
"Katsuki, can you do this?" You handed him the book, and he took it, looking down at the page in confusion.
"A lot is goin' on here, sweets. I'm a hero, not an actor." He said, cherry eyes scanning the page.
"Oh, come on! I'm sure you can do this one." You pointed at the line, and he brought it closer to his face, reading it out loud, his eyebrows raising amusedly.
"I looked up from my work when I heard the door open to see William. He stood in the doorway, one of his hands on the header above him. "Hey," he greeted-" Katsuki stopped to look at you, "I don't see what you want me to do? Stand in the door and say hi?"
"No, no. You're supposed to do what William did," you explained, demonstrating what you meant by showing him, even though your hand wouldn't reach for the header, "Get it?"
"Hah? What's so special about it in the first place?" He asked, flipping the book shut and giving it back to you.
"It's just sexy, okay?" You huffed, "I've read similar lines in many other books, and I just wanna know what it would be like when you do it."
"Fine," he grumbles, "Stand inside."
You happily skipped inside while he stood outside. He took a step closer and stood in the doorway. He brought his hand up and held the doorframe, thick bicep flexing in the process, revealing a few blond hair in his pit. He leaned closer to you, snaking a calloused hand to your back, roughly pulling you closer.
"This what ya wanted, hm?" He whispered into your ear, sending tingles down your spine. He smirked at your flustered state and snuck a peck to your lips.
He chuckled at your stupor and turned around to leave. He glanced back, a triumphant smirk on his lips, "Let me know if there's somethin' else that William dude does. I can do it better than him anyway~"
#okay now i can sleep in peace#GOOD NIGHT#bakugou x reader#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugo x reader
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"oh i could never date bakugo because he's too mean"
to you? mean? oh, darling, no.
the second bakugo confirms that you're his and his only, it's a one way ticket to being spoiled beyond anything you could imagine. his fight to be the best hero translates line for line into your relationship.
it's "whatever you want" mumbled after every question, it's "the fuck you think you're doing?" when you try to lift a finger toward your wallet, and it's "you drive me insane" with a scowl and smiling eyes, tugging you closer by the hip to soften his words.
trust me, you can't even go a day without him showing up in your relationship in some way. he's working late at his agency, swamped with paperwork? you're greeted in the morning with what seems to be the entire stock of the local flower shop down the street. he's sent away for a week on a mission? when your phone isn't buzzing with texts updating you (nothing too flowery, but it's enough to remind you he's thinking of you), you're eating food he's meal prepped for you or had delivered to your door. it's sunday? he's shoving your drink of choice under your nose and insisting that you spend at least an hour longer in bed.
if you're also a hero, on the streets fighting alongside him, he respects you above any other hero. if you're at home, in college or working in some other career, he's bragging to his sidekicks about how "fucking cool" whatever you're working on currently is.
and then there's the way he would never leave you with any doubts. does he suck at communicating his feelings directly? yes. without hesitation, yes. but he's there and he's blushing and spitting out assurances of his care for you until you're able to soften his jaw with time, he's never shying away from touching you to make up for where his words lack, he's playing your favorite songs in the car without having to be asked and he's always jumping at any opportunity to make your life easier.
(it helps, of course, that you spoil him tenfold by being there for him, holding his hand when nightmares prevent any further touches in the middle of the night and smiling so sweetly at him when he walks through the door to see you. i mean, how could he not adore the only person who sticks around and peeks past the vulgarity of who he is to see the good he fights so hard to maintain? something about you makes him feel human, worth emotion, worth love. he's willing to do whatever it takes to be "the fucking best at this boyfriend shit")
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“Hey Katsuki”, you scream from the your bedroom.
“What” he yells back at you from somewhere else in the house.
“Where ya at?”
“In the game room.”
So you get up and head that way. When you enter he’s sat in his gaming chair with his headset on.
“Hey bub…. Hey guys” you say loud enough to be heard through his headset.
“Yea yea. They all said hey.” You knew Kirishima and Kaminari were on the other end. Maybe even Mina too cuz she wasn’t texting you back.
“Kit-Kat, I’m getting hungry. Do you know what sounds really good for dinner?”
“What?” he questions without taking his eyes off the screen.
You walk behind him and slide your arms around his neck and nuzzle into the back of his head. You’re trying to butter him up because you know he’s not gonna wanna make what you’re craving.
“You remember those dumplings you made from scratch a while ago?” You ask with your voice dripping in as much sweetness you can muster.
“No.”
“No you don’t remember or no you’re-“
And he interrupt you before you can even finish. “No im not cooking that. There are frozen dumplings in the fridge.”
“But Sukiiiiii, those aren’t as good as the ones you make. The flavors aren’t the same and yours are so crispy and doughy. Pleaaasseee.”
“Hey you assholes shut the hell up. No ones talking to you.” He responds to his friends in the headset. “You want her to have ‘em, bring your ass over and make ‘em”
“I’m not doing this. You idiots hold on.” And he pauses the game and turns around to face you and removes his head set.
“Look we can order takeout if you want, but I’m not about to make freakin dumplings from scratch cuz you have a craving. I’d have to go to the store and get ingredients and taking the time to make the wrappings. ‘S too much.” He tries to explain to you in a rational way .
“I knooowww…. I’d go to the store with you though and I’ll help you make them…. Pretty please” you whine and stick you lowere lip out just a little with your eyes as pleading as you can make them.
Katsuki rolls his eyes and throws his head back.
“You don’t get whatever you want just because you pout at me. Spoiled ass. Not today. Maybe sometime later this week.”
You didn’t actually think he’d tell you no. He usually never does. Maybe you are spoiled. Still makes you sad though.
So you put on your big girl pants, tuck your lip back in and give him a soft “ok” before you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips so he knows you’re not upset with him.
He is allowed to say no.
“Is Mina on the game with you guys?” You ask him when you pull back.
“Yeah she is.”
“When you get back on can you tell her to stop being a bitch and answer my phone call. I have tea to spill.”
“I’ll tell her.”
And with that you head toward the door and leave.
Once you’re back in your room it takes Mina about 3 minutes to call you and you start catching her up on everything.
You guys stay on the phone for about 30 minutes before she has to go.
After that, you bury yourself in the blankets and start reading the manga you had lying on your nightstand.
Before you can really get into it, Katsuki is walking into your room and going into the closet.
“Get your ass outta bed and get dressed before I change my goddamn mind.”
“What?” You ask because now you’re confused.
“You said you were gonna go to the store with me to buy all this shit so get your ass up and let’s go.”
“Kats you don’t have to, it’s fine.”
“Look ya spoiled brat, if I gotta tell you to get up one more time we are gonna be in here fightin.”
And the smile that breaks out on your face. You hurry and get outta bed and rush him. “Awwwww my sweet boy”
“I swear to god, I’m this close to letting your ass starve.”
And you wrap your arms around him and start kissing everywhere on his face. When you pulled away he has a deep frown on his face but you can see the sparkle in his eyes that he gets when you’re super happy.
You pull away and scurry off to get dressed.
He really needs to start saying no to you and meaning it before you really lose the understanding of the word.
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Warnings| slight size kink, slight cervix fucking, mirror sex.
“You’ve never had anyone this deep,” Katsuki muses. You assume he must have deduced this from your expression. From what you can make of it through your blurry vision, you look stunned. Disbelieving of how far inside you his cock is lodged.
He shifts his hips and your eyes cross. Katsuki chuckles. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “That’s really fucking sad.” He withdraws from your body, hips sticky with your mixed arousal and slams into you with enough force to jostle you up the bed. Your lips part on a silent scream, your reflection in the mirror above Katsuki’s bed mocking you. His head blocks your view as he drags his tongue across your parted lips, dipping it inside of your mouth to coax you into a kiss.
Katsuki savors every shift in your expression. Gaze trained on the way your lips tremble each time he bumps into your g spot. The way your brows twitch downward when he grinds his cock into the sensitive, gummy walls. “Can’t believe no one has ever reached your g spot,” he laughs. He adjusts you slowly, lifting your thighs from around his waist to perch them on his shoulders. His weight sinks you into the mattress like this his cock reaching somewhere even deeper.
“This—” he smirks near your ear, grasping the fleshy lobe between his teeth as he cups your ass to hold you steady, his cock catches on something inside of you, a place that feels weird and sensitive, that has your legs threatening to kick out “—is your cervix, angel.”
Your lids flutter and Katsuki tuts. “Eyes open, baby,” he warns, words shaky. “Look at yourself,” he reminds you and your eyes immediately rise to the mirror on his ceiling, you can barely focus on anything but the bruising of your pussy under Katsuki’s fucking but your expression becomes burned into your brain. “You look so good getting good dick,” he laughs. “Fucked out and adorable.”
Some sort of your brain registers that you’ve scratched red marks into he pale skin of Katsuki’s back. That you can see the shifting muscles of his back with each of his thrusts. That you have a perfect view of his tight ass and the way those muscles flex. But in the forefront of your mind you can only hear Katsuki’s words.
“Good dick has you glowing,” he gloats. And you have to agree. You look good spread under him, eyes hazy and lips parted to gulp air into your lungs. “My dick has you glowing.”
You can only whine your agreement. You don’t think you’ve ever looked this debauched or felt this sexy getting fucked but once again Katsuki takes a first you don’t even know existed. You’re creaming around his cock before you even notice it and his pace barely even falters. He fucks you right through it words of encouragement whispered into your neck.
You lock eyes with your reflection and you swear it winks back at you. Finally, we’re getting the dick we deserve, echoes in your mind but you’re too cock drunk to decipher whether it’s a conscious thought or not. All you know is you agree.
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hear those bells ring: chapter 11 (a bakugo x reader fic)
Summary: Some more angst, and Bakugo and Reader finally talk about their feelings.
Pairings: Katsuki Bakugo/Reader; Katsuki Bakugo/You
Rating: M(ature)
Warnings: Adult language.
A/N: here's the next chap as promised! hope you enjoy <3
~*~*~ No spoilers or anything. This is just a self-indulgent AU fic with aged up characters. Everyone’s in their mid-20s. Fic title is from a song called “Achilles Come Down.”
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“—ugo. Bakugo… Katsuki!”
“What the fuck do you want, Shitty Hair?” Bakugo whirled on his partner as his finished putting on the mask of his hero suit, and he glared at Kirishima in the hopes that the redhead would just fuck off.
No such luck.
“Uhhh, I’ve been talking to you for the last five minutes.” The hardening hero raised an eyebrow. “Have you not been listening to me?”
“You obviously weren’t talking about anything fuckin’ important,” the blond muttered as he checked over his gauntlets and the rest of his gear.
“Dude, what crawled up your ass and died?” Kirishima frowned and paused in tying his boots. “You’ve been acting like a dick ever since Denki’s party.”
Bakugo froze for a moment but then kicked his locker shut, refusing to let any memories of that night surface. He also refused to answer his partner.
“Come on, we’re late for patrol,” he grunted as he turned and started stomping his way toward the locker room door.
“Does it have anything to do with what happened with Stitches on the patio?”
Bakugo paused midstride, teeth grinding against each other, and he shot a glare over his shoulder.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” he snapped.
Had you said something to the redhead? No, that didn’t sound like you. But then again, he hadn’t expected you to kiss him, either…
No. He wasn’t thinking about that.
“Bro, calm down,” Kirishima said as he gave Bakugo a weird look. “She just told me about the guys who were harassing her and how you ran them off.”
The memory of those three bastards surrounding you reared its head, and the blond felt his palms heat up in response. But Kirishima was still staring at him, so Bakugo knew he couldn’t lose his composure.
“Yeah, so what?” he asked, keeping his voice as even as he could.
“Soooo…” Kirishima drawled. “Was that all that happened?”
Bakugo immediately pursed his lips to keep from scowling, but the redhead knew him too goddamn well, and a broad grin spread across Kirishima’s face.
“I knew it!” he said, his tone impossibly smug. “Come on, bro, fess up. Did you kiss her when you gave her your jacket?”
He was smirking, the bastard, obviously having a great time, but Bakugo bared his teeth and felt his self-control slip a fraction.
“Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Kirishima blinked as the smile fell from his face, and then his eyes widened.
“Holy shit, dude, I was half joking,” he muttered. “You really kissed her?”
Unbidden, the sensation of your lips on his, your tongue in his mouth, popped into Bakugo’s head, and the embers of desire in his gut that he had tried to smother flared back to life.
But Bakugo was no stranger to fire, and he stomped out the flames as he glared at his partner.
“I’m not talking about this shit,” he growled and spun around to march out the door.
“Woah, wait!” Kirishima lunged forward and caught the blond’s arm, spinning him back around. “Why are you acting like this? This is a good thing!”
Some of the rage was abruptly startled out of Bakugo, replaced by disbelief. “A good thing? You think this is fucking good?”
“Well, yeah.” Kirishima frowned and cocked his head in confusion. “Why do you think I invited Stitches out that night?”
“What?” Bakugo snapped and flung his partner’s arm off.
“Dude, you can’t seriously be that blind,” the redhead scoffed. “Stitches has been staring at you since the moment she came to the agency. I thought you would have noticed with how much you’ve also been staring at her. And I’ve never seen you be interested in anyone for more than one night. After I found out about her quirk, I thought maybe that was it, but then you spent the damn night with her on a beach, bro. I’m not blind or stupid. But I know you can be sometimes, so I thought inviting her out with the gang would get you to loosen up. That apparently backfired— I really didn’t think Denki and Sero would be flirting with her all night, sorry— but not as much as I thought if she kissed you. Or did you kiss her?”
Bakugo stared at his partner for a long, silent moment. He didn’t blink, didn’t even breathe as he tried to process all the bullshit he’d just learned. That night hadn’t been a spur of the moment decision on Kirishima’s part. He’d fucking planned it to some extent.
“I don’t remember signing up for a goddamn matchmaking service,” Bakugo snarled, barring his teeth like a wounded animal.
“Bro, why are you snapping at me?” Kirishima asked as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. “You like her. I know you do, don’t even try to deny it. She also likes you, and we all like her! Why are you making this a problem?”
“Tch, didn’t know I needed the approval of idiots just to fuck someone,” the blond sneered.
“Don’t do that,” the redhead immediately shot back and frowned. “I know you’re not using Stitches just to get laid. At least… you better not be.”
That last part came off as a threat, and Bakugo grinned wickedly.
“And what if I am?” he challenged. “What are you going to do about it, Shitty Hair? Stitches and I are both adults, I can do whatever the hell I want.”
“Look, dude, we might be best friends,” Kirishima said, which made the blond scoff, but he continued on regardless. “But I’m not going to let you treat Stitches like shit just because you’re pissed off. I know this isn’t how you really feel, though. You’re just lashing out, I’m guessing because you’ve never felt like this for someone before. But it’s okay to like her, bro. And you should tell her how you feel instead of throwing tantrums and avoiding her like you have been the past few days.”
Fury began to claw its way up Bakugo’s throat, tasting of bile and blood. Because Kirishima was right, the blond knew he was, but he couldn’t accept it. He’d spent the last few days coming up with every reason under the sun why he shouldn’t— couldn’t— pursue a relationship with you. He was an asshole first and foremost, case in point being this conversation right here. He was also an asshole committed to his job— a dangerous job at that. He didn’t have a life outside the agency. The idiots he saw the other night he might see maybe once a month, if that, and only when they dragged him. He rarely took days off unless he was forced to, and when he did, he usually just spent the time working out, cooking, or cleaning his already spotless apartment. He wasn’t boyfriend material. He was barely friend material.
And even if the LOV, or the Liberation Army or whatever the hell they called themselves at the end, had been gone for years, Bakugo still remembered the terror they wrought like it was yesterday. Remembered what it felt like to be kidnapped, what it felt like to worry if someone was dead or not. He wouldn’t curse you to the same fate, and he couldn’t predict when the next megalomanic bastard would declare war on all heroes. And those closest to them.
So, no. He wasn’t going to tell you shit. He was going to bide his time until you left the agency, and then he was going to forget you ever existed.
And he was going to make sure Shitty Hair shut his fucking mouth about it.
“Fine,” he said evenly, which caused the redhead to blink in shock, but then Bakugo’s lips curled into a sneer as he let his anger bubble off his tongue. “I’ll tell Stitches how I feel when you finally nut the fuck up and tell Raccoon Eyes you’ve been in love with her for ten goddamn years.”
Bakugo could see that the words struck his partner like a blow to the face, and Kirishima winced as he stepped back, hurt twisting his features.
Guilt immediately stabbed the blond in the gut, overriding the anger, but no. Bakugo needed the anger. Needed it to propel him out of this room and out of this conversation. Needed it to fuel him and consume him as he went on patrol so he couldn’t think about you, Shitty Hair, or how much of a bastard he really was.
Bakugo immediately spun on heel and stalked out of the locker room, shoving past several sniveling sidekicks that had been hovering near the door. No one called out to him as he marched out the front entrance, and the moment he hit the sidewalk, he took to the air, using more of his quirk than necessary as his rage simmered beneath the surface like a pot moments away from overflowing. His ears rang slightly, but he refused to acknowledge it as he soared over the rooftops in search of any villains stupid enough to commit a crime tonight.
Unfortunately, he encountered nothing during the first hour of his shift. He felt like he flew over half the city before he started slowly looping his way back toward the agency, and he was gritting his teeth so hard by this point that they ached. With nothing else to do, nothing else to focus on, his thoughts had continuously drifted back to the exact things he was trying to avoid.
Your face flitted through his thoughts, interspersed with Kirishima’s hurt expression in the locker room. Bakugo knew he would have to apologize to his partner at some point. It wasn’t the first time. But when he caught a glimpse of red hair on the street below and looked down to see the hardening hero walking down the road with two sidekicks, the blond paused on a roof and let the trio go by. Then he went in the opposite direction, back towards the agency.
He just didn’t want to deal with Kirishima or anyone else tonight unless he was kicking their ass.
So it felt like a stroke of luck when Bakugo finally saw a car squealing down the road a few blocks from the agency, speeding away from a wailing building that the blond knew to be a bank. Excitement filled his veins, drowning out all the other shit, and he jumped off the roof he was perched on, slamming his boots into the hood of the getaway car and bringing it to a screeching halt.
“You fucked up tonight, assholes,” Bakugo said as he grinned wildly through the shattered windshield.
But he’d been too cocky.
The rear passenger side door was kicked open, flying off the car, and then the two villains in the backseat were exiting…
In a bubble? The fuck?
Bakugo didn’t have time to figure it out because the driver of the car was still behind the wheel, and he flashed a bloody grin through the fractured glass.
Then the street lights started to pop up and down the road, and Bakugo felt every hair on his body stand on end just before he backflipped off the car.
And just in time, too, because yellow balls of energy smashed into the hood a moment later, dissolving into crackling electricity that Bakugo could see with his naked eye.
So, a villain with an electric quirk. Except he pulled electricity from the environment instead of generating it like Dunceface.
Bakugo could work with that.
Or he thought he could, until the other two bastards jumped back into the fray.
Alone, they were pretty fuckin’ weak. One of them blew bubbles for fuck’s sake. But they worked well together, well enough that Bakugo knew these assholes had worked together before.
The electric fucker kept Bakugo on his toes, making him dodge back and forth to avoid the bolts of lightning. The bastard even popped a few powerlines and was siphoning the energy straight from the source, and cackling loudly while doing so.
That wouldn’t have been much of a problem by itself, but every time Bakugo dodged one of the electric attacks, the third villain was slapping his hand against the ground and turning everything to sludge.
Bakugo got caught in it once, his boot just a second too slow, and the sludge immediately started crawling up his leg. It was heat and pressure, and suddenly the blond was fifteen years old again, stuck like a fly in the viscous fluid, having that smug voice snicker in his ear as disgusting goo forced itself down his throat.
Instead of making him freeze, the memory pissed the explosive hero off, taking his rage to the next level, and he roared as he aimed his palms at his leg and blasted the sludge off. His hero suit was heat resistant, but he still felt a slight burn as he yanked himself free and took off into the air.
Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew he was getting too angry, knew he needed to calm down before he made a mistake. But he couldn’t reign it in, couldn’t slow down. It was like a dam had been broken, and every fucked up thing that had enraged him over the past few days came roaring to the surface.
These fucking bastards, thinking they were any match for him. That goddamn sludge villain that still came to him in nightmares more than a decade later. Fucking Shitty Hair calling him out, making him face the truth.
And you. You, with your goddamn heart on your sleeve, with the drive to help anyone, everyone, even to your own detriment. You, with the laugh and the face and the smile that wouldn’t let him sleep at night. You, who had snuck past his defenses and started dismantling his walls before he even noticed.
It all made him furious, made him distracted, which was how he ended up in a goddamn bubble.
He didn’t even think when he saw that woman and kid wailing in the middle of the street. He just saw that bubble bastard point his hand at them, and then he was moving. It was so stupid. The bubbles didn’t hurt, they just trapped people or things inside, like a few other no name heroes who had showed up to “help” at some point. Bakugo knew this, and yet he still shoved the mother and son out of the way, trapping himself in the process. A distant part of himself noted that maybe it was because the woman had hair similar to yours, but the blond shoved the thought away and smacked his hand against his bubble prison.
Nothing happened. He tried again, with his quirk this time. Still nothing.
Fuck. He needed to focus. He needed to get his head on straight. He needed…
Kirishima.
As the blond picked his head up, he saw his partner peeking out from an alleyway about twenty yards away. The hardening hero made eye contact with him, glanced at the women and child still in the street, and looked back at Bakugo. Then he nodded, and the explosive hero knew what he needed to do.
He was going to get the fuck out of this bubble and kill the bastard who made it.
Bakugo lifted his arms and summoned his quirk into his palms, and once they were white-hot, he pulled the pin on one of his gauntlets.
The explosion instantly blew out his ears and shrouded the street in dust and debris, but the bubble dissolved like sugar in water. Bakugo bared his teeth against the pain as he squinted through the haze, and he saw Kirishima first. The hardening hero was standing protectively in front of the woman and child, his appearance jagged from his Unbreakable form. The three of them were halfway down the road, out of the blast zone, but that had been the plan. After ten years fighting together, the two of them didn’t even need words, and Bakugo trusted the redhead to save the civilians while he did the dirty work.
Speaking of…
He cast his gaze around for the bubble bastard and found him half collapsed against a car with broken windows. Bakugo immediately stomped his way toward the fucker, picked him up, and threw him down the road using a little bit of his quirk as a boost. It was satisfying to watch the asshole tumble down the street, but when the explosive hero took a step forward, the asphalt suddenly undulated under his boots. Bakugo swayed, then stumbled lightly, but he quickly realized it wasn’t the road that was moving.
His ears were ringing so loud it was like a siren was going off right in the center of his skull, so he reached up with one hand and touched the side of his neck, and his fingertips came away red. Shit. He’d really fucked up his eardrums. Again. And when he fucked them up all in one go like that, it trashed his balance. The vertigo was already making his stomach churn, and Bakugo knew he needed to finish things.
Now.
Looking up, he saw Bubble Bastard was down for the count, sprawled out in the middle of the straight. With him taken care of, the blond turned his attention to the remaining two villains, squinting through the dust as he searched for them.
As the debris settled, movement caught his eye, and Bakugo saw Kirishima taking on the electric villain. In his Unbreakable form, the hardening hero wasn’t as affected by the bolts of energy, and he was able to shrug off each attack as he charged the villain. He tackled the bastard around the waist and brought him to the ground, and Bakugo knew his partner would be the victor of a close combat fight, so he searched for the last asshole who had messed with the wrong hero tonight.
Just as he was going to take to the air for a better view, he saw a shadow sneaking toward an alley on his left, and he blasted forward even as his vision swam. He wobbled through the air a bit, still off kilter, but he managed to land in front of the retreating villain, blocking off the entrance to the alley.
Sludge Fucker skidded to a halt, eyes wide in his pale face, but then a glint of determination flashed in his gaze, and he started to bend down, ready to turn the pavement into a swamp.
Bakugo didn’t give him the chance.
The blond rocketed forward and kneed the son of a bitch in the face while he was half bent over. Sludge Fucker’s head snapped up, and then Bakugo reared back and punched him directly in the solar plexus, using his quirk to strengthen the blow.
The villain soared back into the middle of the street, sliding across the asphalt before he was jerked to a halt by one of his own pools of sludge. He struggled to push himself upright, but suddenly Kirishima was there, wrenching him out of the goo before slamming his fist into the dumb bastard’s face. Sludge Fucker instantly went limp, and Kirishima shook him a little to make sure he was out before he fished a pair of plastic cuffs from one of the pouches on his waist. He slapped those on the unconscious villain and then tossed him through the air like a sack of potatoes. Sludge Fucker landed in a heap next to Bubble Bastard and Electric Asshole, and Bakugo panted as he stared at their prone bodies.
He’d done it. He’d won.
The realization made a grin that was more a fierce baring of teeth spread across his face, but when he tried to take a step forward, he nearly faceplanted. With the adrenaline fading, the vertigo was getting worse. Bakugo bit through his tongue as his stomach churned with nausea, and he leaned against the corner of the alleyway entrance.
Flashing lights started to appear in his peripherals, but when he turned his head slightly, the blond realized he wasn’t passing out, the cops were just arriving.
The thought of having to deal with those assholes while deaf and on the urge of vomiting made rage replace some of his nausea, and Bakugo looked up to try and catch Kirishima’s attention.
Which wasn’t hard, because the redhead was facing him and frowning, and Bakugo watched as he opened his mouth, shouting something.
But all the explosive hero heard was the continuous, high-pitched ringing in his ears.
Bakugo started to shake his head but then grimaced when his stomach revolted, and instead he turned slightly and gestured toward his ears, hoping Kirishima could see the blood dripping down his neck.
Apparently, he did, because he pursed his lips, nodded, and turned to address someone else, probably one of the sidekicks or the first officers on scene.
The blond felt a modicum of relief before he started to wonder how the fuck he was going to get out of here unnoticed, but then he felt something brush against his shoulder, and every nerve in his body went on high alert.
He reacted on instinct, shoving away from the wall he’d been leaning on and pivoting on heel, coming up behind his assailant. He pinned them face first against the brick before a familiar whiff of shampoo wafted into his nose, and his heart stuttered in his chest.
“Stitches?” he asked as he wrenched away from you, but he couldn’t hear his own voice, could only feel his throat vibrate as he spoke.
Bakugo stumbled back a step as you slowly turned around, raising your arms in the process to show that you were unarmed, nonthreatening. Your chest was heaving like you were gasping for breath, and sweat beaded on your brow despite the cold night air.
Did you… run here from the agency?
His train of thought was suddenly derailed as he saw a crimson tear slip down your cheek, and he realized he had shoved you so hard into the wall that he’d drawn blood.
Bile rose in his throat again, not caused by the vertigo this time, but suddenly you were reaching for him, slowly and tentatively, like he was a wild animal. He grunted wordlessly like one as he tried to step back again, but he stumbled and had to spread his feet to keep himself from falling.
You frowned at him and opened your mouth to say something, but you paused before reaching up and tapping at your ear. You did it once, twice, and then pointed at him, repeating the motion once more before Bakugo understood.
“Can’t hear,” he confirmed, tilting his head to show you the blood under his ears.
You nodded but didn’t seem surprised, and you looked like you were about to mime something else before you jumped, startled, and glanced off to the side, toward the street, like something had drawn your attention.
Bakugo followed your line of slight to see Kirishima gaping at you, shock clear on his face, but he quickly schooled his expression and jerked his chin, gesturing for the two of you to get out of here. Then he turned and walked off, intercepting a pair of police officers that had been walking toward him and blocking the alley from view.
Movement in Bakugo’s peripherals drew his attention back to you, and you stopped waving your hand and pointed down the alley, back the way you came.
Bakugo wanted to follow you, but he didn’t trust his own feet right now.
“Can’t walk,” he grunted and hated himself for it. “Dizzy.”
You frowned again, eyes skipping over him like you were cataloguing injuries, before you met his gaze once more. Then you tried to mouth something, but Bakugo couldn’t read your damn lips when his head was spinning, and you seemed to realize this because you suddenly held up a hand and put your index finger and thumb a centimeter apart.
He scowled in confusion, so you mimed walking before lifting your index finger and thumb again.
Just walk a little bit, he realized you were trying to say.
He didn’t know if he could, but he also wasn’t going to waste time arguing about it, so he jerked his chin down once in a nod.
You smiled in relief before you walked a few feet deeper into the alley, turning to make sure he was following.
Bakugo took a deep breath and then concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. It was a lot harder than he wanted to admit, but he managed to make it halfway down the alley before you stopped, tentatively grabbed the sleeve of his hero suit, and tugged him behind a dumpster that was heaped with garbage, enough to block you both from view if someone were to peek into the alley.
The stench wasn’t helping his nausea, and Bakugo opened his mouth to tell you, but you cut him off by stepping closer to him and lifting your hands towards his head.
He froze. It was fucking embarrassing, but every part of him froze, even the breath in his lungs, and he was anticipating the taste of you right until you put your hands over both of his ears. He realized you were about to use your quirk just before the cool, tingling sensation washed through him, and he watched you make a face as his ears popped.
Sound crashed back into him, still muffled, but he could hear the sirens on the street behind him, could hear the shouts of officers and other first responders and the thrum of a helicopter circling somewhere overhead.
Then your voice cut through all of it.
“Can you hear me?” you asked, and when his red eyes snapped to yours, you sighed. “Okay, good. I know it’s not perfect, but I, um, wanted to get off the street first. Can you walk now? We can head back to the agency, and I’ll finish up there.”
Bakugo wanted to ask what the hell you were doing here, what the hell you were thinking running to an active battlefield, but a particularly close shout echoing down the alleyway made him realize you were right.
The two of you needed to get out of here, but like hell he was going back to the agency and filling out paperwork while the sidekicks talked his ears off asking questions about the fight.
“Let’s go,” he said as he pushed past you, holding his breath until he was far away enough that the dumpster wasn’t suffocating him.
His balance had returned with his hearing, and he made it to the opposite end of the alley with no problem. Taking a deep breath of fresh air, he quickly scanned the street, but it was surprisingly calm given what was happening one block over. The sidewalks were empty, and there was no traffic, so Bakugo turned left and stalked off down the pavement.
“U-Um, Bakugo?” you asked as you jogged to catch up with him on the corner, and he didn’t miss the added -san honorific. “This isn’t the way back to the agency…”
“We’re not going to the agency,” he said over his shoulder.
“Oh. Uh, where… are we going then?”
“My apartment,” he replied without looking back at you. “It’s closer.”
A voice in the back of his head tried to point out that taking you back to his apartment was a bad idea, but he ignored it as his building came into sight at the end of the block.
He was never so grateful that he lived close to the agency than he was now, and within minutes he was jamming the elevator button for his floor. You stood silently beside him, having not said a word since he told you the destination. Bakugo glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn’t get a read on your expression before the elevator doors dinged open.
He stepped out without a word and strode down the hall toward his door. He owned half of this floor, and Kirishima owned the other half, an arrangement that had been just as beneficial as it was annoying over the years. Bakugo fished the spare key out of his suit that he kept there for the nights he just wanted to go home after patrol, and his door was swinging open a moment later.
Darkness greeted him before he flipped on the light switch just past the front door, and then he stepped into his small entry way, toeing off his shoes, shucking his gauntlets, and taking the step up into the rest of the apartment.
“Don’t trip,” he grunted as he glanced over his shoulder, watching as you tentatively closed the door behind you and slid off your sneakers. Your bare toes wiggled against the cold hardwood for a moment, but then you looked up and caught his eye.
Staring into your face just made him remember the patio, and he couldn’t have that, so he fixed his expression into a scowl as he faced forward again.
“I’m taking a shower,” Bakugo said, stalking off into his living room. Bringing you here was a mistake, but he would do his best to ignore you until Kirishima got done cleaning up and came to fetch you.
“W-Wait,” you stuttered, and the blond could hear you fumbling after him. “Bakugo, wait!”
He didn’t, he just stomped through the living room and past the kitchen, but before he made it to the hallway that housed his bedroom and bathroom, your hand caught his elbow.
Bakugo whirled on you, and you flinched back reflexively, which stopped him cold. You flinched because you were afraid of him, because he had hurt you less than ten minutes ago. His eyes immediately snapped up to your cheek, but the blood there was dried, the wound seemingly erased by your quirk.
But still, he had hurt you.
The knowledge caused shame to burn through him, quick as a wild fire, but he didn’t know what to do with such an emotion, so he converted it into anger.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he snapped, glaring down at you. “Huh, Stitches? What the fuck possessed you to go running into an active battlefield? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
“Wha— no,” you said with an indignant frown, but then it faltered. “I… I saw a video of you getting caught in that bubble, and I realized you blew out your eardrums to escape, so I—”
“You what?” he cut you off, his lip curling into a sneer. “You wanted to run in and save me? Last I checked, Stitches, you’re a goddamn seamstress, not a hero.”
You flinched again, softer this time, but still noticeable.
“I know…” you murmured and dropped your gaze. “I… just wanted to help. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.”
Your apology and cowed expression just riled Bakugo up more. He wanted you angry, not sorry. He wanted you to yell at him, to tell him he was the bastard he knew he was, but instead you just stared at your bare feet as they shifted from side to side.
The sight of you curling into yourself like you were trying to shrink into nothing, trying to disappear, poked holes in his rage, and it started to drain away like sand through a sieve. It left him just staring down at you in the middle of his living room. He suddenly felt very tired, his adrenaline beginning to evaporate, too, and for the first time in a long time, Bakugo Katsuki didn’t know what to do.
A long stretch of silence settled over the apartment, and the blond gritted his teeth as he searched for something to say. He came up with nothing, but eventually you sighed and lifted a hand to fidget with your hair.
“Look,” you said, your eyes darting to the windows behind the explosive hero. “Let me just… finish healing you, and then I’ll leave. Okay?”
Your gaze found his for an instant before it flickered away again, but Bakugo still couldn’t find his voice. The word leave was echoing through his head, and while a part of him felt relief, another part of him rebelled. Wanted you to stay. The blond was working very hard to shut that part of him up, but he must have been quiet for too long, because you spoke up again.
“Bakugo?” you asked, and it was stupid, he knew it, but the added -sama felt like a punch to the gut, more painful than any other injury inflicted upon him tonight.
“I’m fine,” he snapped and took a step back from you. He needed some distance. Needed to get the phantom scent of your shampoo out of his nose. Needed you to leave even though he wanted you to stay. Because he wanted you to stay.
“You’re not,” you argued, finally looking at him as you frowned. “I know I didn’t finish healing your ears. Your hearing is probably still muffled.”
Bakugo scowled but couldn’t deny it, couldn’t lie, and you sighed again.
“Please,” you said, and your eyes were practically begging him. “It will only take a few seconds.”
The blond worked his jaw, but he realized it would get you out of here faster if he just complied, so he jerked his chin down in a nod.
Relief flickered over your face before you took a step closer, putting you within arm’s length. Bakugo held his breath as he waited for you to reach for his head, but instead you extended only one hand out, your fingers tentatively wrapping around his wrist. He worried that you could feel his still thundering pulse, but then you closed your eyes, and your quirk washed through him like a cool wave. It started at the base of his wrist, right where your cold fingers were pressed to his skin, and then the sensation traveled up his arm before it spread through his chest, into the other arm, and down his torso and legs. You seemed to save his ears for last, but it was still only moments later that the tingles spread through his head, the rest of his hearing returning with a muffled pop.
You lingered for a moment, fingers squeezing around his wrist, but then you dropped your hand and took a step back, and Bakugo exhaled sharply as your quirk faded from his body like mist before the dawn.
“There,” you said with a little nod. “Like I said, just a few seconds. I’ll, um, get going now, but I wanted to, uh…”
You trailed off and were back to not looking at him, shifting from foot to foot, and you chewed on your lower lip for a moment before you sighed and started shrugging out of your jacket.
“Just… here,” you muttered and thrust the jacket at him.
Bakugo frowned down at the dark fabric and then realized with a start that it was his bomber jacket. The one he gave you back at the bar. He’d been so focused on trying not to think about you, trying not to look at you, that he hadn’t even noticed.
He slowly extended his arm and wrapped his fingers around the jacket, and he thought he felt the cool brush of your skin against his before you ripped your arm back.
“Okay, um, great,” you said, twining your fingers together nervously, eyes glued to your bare feet. “Also… i-in one of the inside pockets, I, um, left something for you.”
Left something for him? What the fuck did that mean?
Bakugo lifted the jacket closer to his face and turned it so he could see the inside. A flash of white stood out against the black, and it looked like… paper? He reached into the pocket with his other hand and pulled out the slightly rolled up papers. The stack was actually pretty thick, a dozen pages or more, and he frowned as he threw his jacket on the back of the couch and started leafing through them.
“It’s, um… I did some r-research,” you stuttered, just as his eyes landed on the word doctor. “I… know that you said you hadn’t had much luck with doctors before, but I found about five ear specialists that are easy to reach by train. The one in Tokyo even has a quirk, though the specifics of it aren’t listed on his website. B-But all of them are highly reviewed, and several of them advertise having a hero clientele, so they should have some experience with the… problems you’re facing.”
Bakugo stared at you for a long moment before his eyes drifted back down to the first page of the packet. It was a list of the doctors’ names, their addresses, the closest train station to their offices. You’d even jotted some notes down in the margins, pros and cons for each doctor.
He was trying to wrap his head around all this new information, but his silence seemed to unnerve you because you suddenly started rambling again.
“L-Like I said, I know you don’t like doctors, so, um, I also included a few pages of different companies I found that create and produce hero gear. That way you can be… preventative with your problems. I, uh, might have asked one of the sidekicks which companies your agency works with, so they’re at the top of the list. But i-if you flip to page six…”
You bit your lip and gestured to the papers in Bakugo hands, and you looked so earnest he complied without thinking. Page six was filled with diagrams and hand drawn sketches of what looked like… headphones? Or earbuds. Both. There was also a printed black-and-white picture of bulky headphones, the ones that go over the top of the head, with a line of words written in English next to them.
“I’m by no means an artist,” you laughed nervously. “But I think whichever company you pick will get the idea. Basically, um, there are these headphones in America— well, I guess you can get them anywhere, but I’ve mainly seen them used at gun ranges, which is a very American thing— anyway, these headphones are noise cancelling, but only once a certain threshold is hit. So someone wearing them can still hear the little noises around them, like footfalls or people speaking, but when the noise level reaches a certain decibel— say, an explosion— the sound cuts out to preserve hearing function. Now, these specific types of headphones are usually bulky, which I realize isn’t conducive to hero work, but that’s where the hero tech companies come in. They can probably take the technology but shrink the device, like into ear buds. They might even be able to wire your comms through the same buds, so it really wouldn’t be much different than the communication devices you already wear, and no one would know the difference.”
You were gasping for breath by the end of your spiel, but Bakugo could see a hint of pride in your eyes. Could see that you were proud of your research, your ideas. Here you were, still trying to help him, even after he pushed you away, acted like an asshole.
And while he still hated doctors, hated going to anyone for help, he had to admit there was some merit to the noise cancelling ear buds. His agency did work with the best hero tech companies in the country. They could probably whip something up. You certainly gave him enough details for them to have a starting point. And if these ear buds worked, then he wouldn’t have to go to any stupid ass doctors. Would have no use for them.
Would have no use for… you.
They very idea of never seeing you again made every cell in his body rebel, but no, no, this was what he wanted. Right? He needed to get rid of you. For your sake and his. For your safety and his sanity, his career.
And this was his chance. You’d done what he “hired” you to do. You had fixed his ears and given him the resources to keep them working in the future. That was all he needed from you.
So why was it so hard to tell you to leave?
Bakugo wrestled internally with himself, and he heard the papers crinkle in his grasp as his fingers clamped down on them. He kept trying to summon up the words get out, but what fell from his lips instead was something else entirely.
“When did you find all this shit?” he asked.
His voice startled you, made you jump, and then you blinked up at him in surprise, your eyes wide and your face flushed.
“I, um, did most of the research last night,” you said. “But I double checked some things this morning and printed it all out. I, uh, didn’t use the agency printers, either. I went to a printing shop on my side of town when I was running errands, so you don’t have to worry about sidekicks finding any loose pages or anything.”
You smiled tentatively at him, but Bakugo’s face felt strangely numb. You had done all this research after he’d blatantly ignored you yesterday, after he kissed and then spurned you. You should have hated him, at least been angry at him, but instead you spent hours researching ways to help him. You even went so far as to make sure that no one at the agency found out. You’d kept his secret, and then, tonight, you ran down darkened streets and alleyways to find him, to heal him.
“Why?” he asked and belatedly realized he had said it out loud.
“Why?” you echoed, brow furrowing in confusion. “Why what?”
Bakugo wished he’d kept his mouth shut, but he couldn’t back down now. Bakugo Katsuki never retreated, and he needed answers.
“Why do all this shit for me?” He shook the pages in his hand. “I didn’t ask you to, didn’t order you to, and you have every reason to tell me to go fuck myself and my ears. So, why?”
“I…” you started but then hesitated, your lips pressing into a thin line as you fiddled with the drawstring of your sweatpants. “I just… you originally came to me because you needed help. And while the way I… acted the other night at the bar obviously made you uncomfortable, which I don’t blame you for, I still wanted to… help you in some way.”
Bakugo frowned as he tried to process your words. “The way you acted… made me uncomfortable?”
He said it like a question, because it was, but you took it as a statement.
“I know,” you murmured, a stark red flush starting in your cheeks and crawling down your neck. Then you took a deep breath and abruptly bowed at the waist, so suddenly that your hair brushed his fingers. “And I would like to sincerely apologize. I acted… incredibly inappropriately, and I am so very sorry. Y-You were just doing your heroic duty telling those guys to get lost, and then I— well, I understand why you’ve been avoiding me, and I just want you to know that I’ll do my best to make myself scarce during my remaining time at the agency. W-Which shouldn’t be very long. I spoke to the construction foreman this morning who said all repairs should be finished late next week, but my apartment will be habitable a few days sooner. I’ve already started making the arrangements for furniture to be delivered, so I should hopefully be out of your hair by this weekend, Monday at the latest. Again, I apologize profusely for my actions, and I hope you can forgive me one day, Dynamight.”
The use of his hero name with the added -sama felt like a one-two punch, and Bakugo reeled internally. You were leaving, very soon from the sound of it, and while he should be rejoicing, he was stuck on your apology.
Because what the hell were you talking about? He was the one who acted inappropriately. You’d given him an innocent peck, and he had tried to devour you before he shoved you away like yesterday’s garbage with no explanation. He was the one who should be apologizing.
“Stitches,” he muttered involuntarily. All other words escaped him, or rather got stuck in the back of his throat, stacking up until his windpipe felt tight, restricted. You were still bent over in your bow, your hair tickling the outside of his fingers, and he thought he saw you shudder when he spoke.
But then you were snapping upright, and you were smiling so wide your eyes were squinted shut. The expression was so plastic, so fake, it looked more like a grimace of pain.
“A-Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say. Thank you for your time, Dynamight, and I hope you have a good night. I won’t bother you again.”
You spun on heel before Bakugo could say a word, and you marched back toward the front door, pausing to step over his gauntlets and tug on your shoes.
Panic suddenly welled up inside the blond. He felt like if he let you walk out that door, that was it. You’d be gone, not just from his apartment, but from his life. And while he should let you walk away, should let you spend the next few days hiding in your room at the agency before you moved back home, Bakugo realized he was too selfish.
“Wait,” he called out, but you just quickened your movements, shoving your foot in one shoe without even tugging it over your heel. “Stitches, wait.”
You still weren’t listening, and now you had both shoes on and were reaching for the door handle.
“Please,” Bakugo said, a word that was completely foreign to him, that tasted like glass and weakness, but he didn’t care because you finally froze, with the door handle half turned in your hand.
Bakugo saw the opportunity and seized it, striding across his living room until he was standing on the step of the entryway staring down at you. Your back was to him, and he could see the line of your shoulders trembling minutely. He opened his mouth but suddenly didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to make you stay.
In the end, what he came up with was, “You’re gonna fuckin’ freeze to death going out there like that. You need a jacket.”
You turned slightly to look over your shoulder, a singular eye finding his. He couldn’t read the sliver of your face that he could see, but your eye looked confused, fearful… and maybe a little hopeful.
“I-I’ll be fine,” you said quietly. “The agency is only a few blocks away.”
“And the wind will turn you into a popsicle by the time you reach the doors,” Bakugo argued with a scowl. You were always so stubborn. “Just… stay there for a minute, alright. Don’t leave until I come back.”
He fixed you with a glare that probably wasn’t helping his case, but after a long moment, you nodded and let go of the door handle, turning to face him completely as you wrung your hands.
Bakugo narrowed his eyes at you for a moment, trying to deduce if you would flee the second he turned his back, but he decided he could get to his laundry room and back before you even made it to the elevator, so it didn’t matter.
With that settled, he whirled around and stalked across his apartment, stepping into the laundry room that was just past the kitchen. A brown paper bag sat on the dryer as it had for several days now, and Bakugo snatched it up by the handles before he could talk himself out of it. Then he stomped back into the living room and tried to ignore the flare of relief he felt when he saw you still standing by the door, shifting anxiously on your feet.
“Here,” he said as he thrust the bag at you.
You blinked in confusion before you tentatively reached for the bag, and Bakugo bit through his cheek when your fingers brushed his and set tingles racing up his arm.
“What is— oh,” you breathed when you separated the handles and peeked inside.
“I washed it, just like I said I would,” he grunted, referring to the previously sandy Dynamight hoodie that was folded at the bottom of the bag.
You didn’t respond. Instead, you reached into the bag and pulled out another bag. This one was plastic, and see through, the type of bag people throw snacks in and shit. But this one was full of sea shells and bits of polished glass that glinted as you held them up to the light.
“Where… these are the shells I picked up on the beach,” you murmured, your voice tinged with awe. “I thought I lost them.”
Bakugo felt an embarrassed heat crawl through his veins, into his cheeks, and he shoved his hands in the pockets of his suit as he looked away.
“Yeah, well, I just saw them when I was pulling on my boots,” he muttered, trying to ignore how hot his face felt. “If you don’t want them, you can just throw them out.”
“No,” you said immediately, and in his peripherals, he saw you clutch the bag to your chest. “No, I… I want them. Thank you.”
Bakugo grunted wordlessly, and the two of you stood there in silence for a moment. He was trying to drum up the courage to say what he wanted to say— hell, to figure out what he wanted— but you beat him to it.
“Well, I better get going now… thank you for returning the jacket, Dynamight.” You started to turn and reach for the door again, but Bakugo panicked.
“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he blurted out.
“What?” You froze and looked back at him with wide eyes, the paper bag crinkling in your grasp.
“I— you didn’t make me uncomfortable. At the bar. Well, you did, but not like— I kissed you back.” Bakugo bit his tongue until he tasted blood and cursed his fumbling. But he couldn’t think straight when you were staring up at him like you were equal parts confused, embarrassed, and hopeful.
“Y-You did,” you stammered as your cheeks flared red again. “But I thought it was just a… a p-pity thing.”
“Pity?” the blond echoed with a frown. What the fuck were you talking about?
“Well… yeah.” You shrugged and stared down at your shoes. “I mean, I basically threw myself at you, so I just thought you were being… nice. But you obviously regretted it, so…”
Your voice grew quieter and quieter before it trailed off into nothing, and you shrugged again, seeming to shrink into yourself under his stare.
You thought he kissed you out of pity? To be nice? Bakugo was never nice, especially that kind of nice. Fangirls had thrown themselves at him before, and he always shoved them away without thinking twice.
But not you. With you, it was something else, something deeper, something he couldn’t explain. But it wasn’t…
“It wasn’t pity,” he said, which made you snap your head up, your mouth set in a perfect ‘O.’
“It… it wasn’t?” Your voice was little more than a whisper.
Bakugo should lie, should say he was joking, of course it was pity, but as he stared into your eyes, all that came bubbling up was the truth.
“No,” he said evenly. “I kissed you back because I wanted to. Wanted you.”
You inhaled sharply, the air whistling past your teeth, but Bakugo couldn’t take the hope igniting in your eyes.
“But it was a mistake,” he added and watched the flames of hope gutter and fade in your gaze. “I… shouldn’t have done it. You— I can’t give you want, what you deserve. I’m an asshole. I’m a bastard dedicated to a dangerous job. I don’t like going out, and the only ‘friends’ I have are the same idiots who glommed onto me back at U.A. And the only reason they’re still around is probably because we bonded through trauma or some shit.”
“I don’t think that’s the only reason,” you said with a furrowed brow, and when the blond just stared at you, you blushed but continued. “I-I mean, I can’t speak for your friends, obviously, but I don’t believe they would have stuck around so long if they didn’t actually like and care for you to some extent. And…”
You trailed off again and bit your lip, and Bakugo scowled.
“And what?” he grunted, something in his chest writhing uncomfortably, desperate to hear the rest of that sentence.
“And… while you can be an a-asshole, that’s not who you are,” you murmured, your whole face and neck now as red as Kirishima’s hair. “If you were truly a bastard through and through, you wouldn’t be a hero, let alone the Number Two hero in the country.”
“Tch, you don’t know what you’re talking about, Stitches,” he scoffed.
“But I do,” you argued, and you expression became more resolute. “The night you crashed through my window, the only reason you got caught by that villain was because you were trying to push my neighbor out of the way. And the same thing happened tonight. In dangerous situations, you always put innocent bystanders first, even to your own detriment. A-And because of your strength, your tenacity, you’ve become like the… symbol of victory in Japan. People always feel safer when you show up, because they know you’ll always win, no matter the cost. A lot of people look up to you, revere you, and they wouldn’t if you were just an asshole.”
Bakugo ground his teeth and tried not to shred the pages he was still holding as he listened to you praise him. On a logical level, he knew these things, had heard these things before from fans, from Kirishima, but deep down he sometimes still felt like the angry kid he used to be, that he maybe still was. He still felt like the kid who was wildly insecure, who wanted to be the best because that’s what had been expected of him from the moment his quirk manifested. He constantly pushed people away because he didn’t want them to see the weaker side of him, to see the kid who was still so desperate for approval, who felt he was never good enough.
But, as you continued to stare at him without breaking eye contact, he felt like you could see right through him.
And that angry kid in him hated it.
“Whatever,” he sneered, trying to erect walls around himself again. “I still can’t give you what you want.”
“I never wanted anything from you, Bakugo,” you said, and your lips pursed into another frown before your expression turned a little sheepish. “W-Well, I mean, maybe I wanted to get to know you a little more, but I never expected that from you. You’re Pro Hero Dynamight, the Symbol of Victory. And I’m… just a seamstress who isn’t strong enough to use her quirk professionally. You save people’s lives on a daily basis, and I… fix scraped knees and fractured hips between patching school uniforms. I’ve always understood that we aren’t cut from the same cloth, that my feelings were little more than an unrequited crush. But… you shouldn’t believe that you don’t deserve to be happy. You’re a good man, Bakugo Katsuki, and whoever you decide to open your heart to in the future will be very lucky indeed. So… stop ruining your ears to punish yourself.”
Each word you spoke was like a wrecking ball to the half-finished fortress around his heart, and Bakugo felt his breathing grow shallow. Was… that what he’d been doing? Subconsciously wrecking his ears on purpose? Because… what? Because he still felt like the boy who ruined All Might’s career, who’s been chasing goddamn Deku for over a decade. Deku, who was always kind and never an asshole, who everyone loved, who… went public with his own relationship about a year ago.
Was that when Bakugo started getting more reckless? He’d had problems with tinnitus since his UA days, but the rapid deterioration started within the last year. Was the blond trying to sabotage his own life because deep down he knew he would never be as successful, as happy, as his rival anyway?
But… why couldn’t he be? You said it yourself, he was Japan’s Symbol of Victory. And he had been climbing in the popularity poles. People did admire him, liked him even. Maybe if he got out of his own damn way, swallowed his pride, did some meet and greets and press conferences with Shitty Hair, he could nudge Deku out of that top spot. It wouldn’t be easy, but Bakugo liked a challenge, always had.
And if he could be as successful as that damn nerd, who was to say he couldn’t be as… happy?
You made him happy. Well, honestly, you infuriated him half of the time, but you had literally stopped him from bleeding out twice now, not to mention saving his hearing and career. All without asking for any reward. At first, he had thought you naïve, stupid even, using your quirk so flagrantly without any regard to the consequences you might suffer. But now he realized you were more heroic than either of you expected, because as All Might had taught him long ago, the mark of a true hero was moving before you could think, doing the right thing and damn the consequences.
And here you were, in his apartment, saying you were as drawn to him as he was to you. All he had to do was get out of his own way…
But old habits die hard, and Bakugo couldn’t help throwing out one last road block.
“This so called ‘unrequited crush,’” he said suddenly, making you jump and then blush at the non sequitur, but he pressed on before he lost the nerve. “Is it for Dynamight, or Bakugo Katsuki?”
“W-Well,” you stammered and then cleared your throat. “I… don’t really know Bakugo Katsuki.”
The blond felt the walls closing in around his heart again.
“But I would like to,” you continued before the walls could clang shut, and you met his gaze as you nervously chewed on your lower lip. “I-If… if you’ll let me.”
Bakugo stared down at you for an immeasurably long moment, and then the pages in his hands were suddenly fluttering to the floor as he stepped down and forward, over his gauntlets, to cage you against the front door. You gasped lightly, but there was no fear in your eyes as you gazed up at him, only anticipation and more than a little desire. He could see your pulse fluttering in the hollow of your throat, and he suddenly wanted to feel it against his lips, his tongue. If you were anybody else, any other faceless woman he took to bed, you would already be naked, but he wanted to do this right. Only…
“I… don’t know how to do this,” he growled as he pressed his palms to the door on either side of your head.
“Y-You seemed to know just fine the other night,” you laughed nervously, voice pitchy and quiet.
Bakugo frowned down at you for a moment before he realized what you were saying.
“I know how to fuckin’ kiss,” he said, but his anger quickly evaporated when he saw your eyes go a little glassy and flick to his lips.
He was suddenly struck with the memory of your taste, and he found himself instinctually leaning forward for more. He snapped back to himself when he was just a hair’s breadth away from seizing your lips, and he growled as he pulled back a fraction.
“No, that’s not— goddamn it.” He couldn’t think with you staring up at him from so close, but he also couldn’t bring himself to pull fully away. Instead, he shifted one of his hands so it rested above your head, and then he balled that hand into a fist and pressed his forehead against it as he closed his eyes. The scent of your hair just inches below his nose distracted him, disarmed him, and his next words tumbled easily from his mouth. “Dunceface was right, back at the bar. I’ve never… relationships haven’t been on my radar. Only hookups. But I don’t want you to just be a hookup. I want… more. Whatever the fuck that means. Dates or some shit, I dunno.”
I want you to be mine, that possessive, needy part of him whispered in the back of his mind, but he gritted his teeth to keep those words locked inside. For now.
You were silent for so long Bakugo began to worry he’d said something stupid, but then you exhaled sharply against his clavicle, like you’d been holding your breath all this time.
“You… want to take me out on a date?” you asked, your voice barely louder than a breath.
“If you ask Shitty Hair, I apparently already have,” the blond grumbled as he opened his eyes and pulled back enough to look down at your disbelieving face. “But… yeah. And stop looking so damn shocked. I’m not asking out of pity or whatever other bullshit you’re trying to convince yourself of. I don’t do anything unless I fuckin’ want to, and I want you, Stitches. I want to kiss you and take you to the stupid beach so you can pick up stupid shells, and I want to tell Dunce and Tapeface that if they so much as look at you again, I’m gonna—”
Bakugo was abruptly cut off as you raised up on your tiptoes and pressed your mouth against his. Your hands came up like an afterthought, one settling over his stuttering heart while the other wrapped around the back of his neck, tugging at the hairs there. He expected you to pull away after a moment, like you did before, but instead you cocked your head, using your lips to coax his own into motion, and your tongue darted out and teased at the seam of his mouth. He opened automatically to your ministrations, and then the kiss deepened, turned urgent. He vaguely heard the paper bag you were holding fall to the floor, felt it hit his feet, but he kicked it away as he pressed even closer to you, pinning you to the door.
And as you moaned into his mouth, Bakugo knew deep down that he was never letting you go. He would figure everything else out later, but now, you were his.
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ring pop proposal ♡
fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.
the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.
soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.
you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.
“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.
mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.
she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.
he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.
you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.
“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.
“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”
“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.
katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.
“gave her one of these !”
“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”
katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.
“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.
she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.
she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.
mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.
#another childhood friends one whats new#can you tell this is my fav trope teehee<3#Idk if you can tell but it is#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugo fluff#bakugou imagine#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugou fluff#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x reader#bakugou drabble#katsuki bakugo fluff#you can take this as a prequel for like two of my childhood friends to lvrs fics lololol
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pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)
character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto
genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕
notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎♀️
bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"
bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.
"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."
his only response is: "fuck off."
because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."
"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.
"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"
and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."
he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."
"forgive them for what?"
he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."
bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.
and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."
shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.
he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.
when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."
he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.
it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.
he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.
"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"
he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.
"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"
"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."
what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'
he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.
"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.
it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️
"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"
"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."
"really?"
"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."
remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.
he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.
he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."
and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."
he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"
kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍♀️ (denki's effect)
and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?
"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.
"denkiー"
"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."
there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔
"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."
"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨
he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"
kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.
you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.
shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.
todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.
he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!
"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.
"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."
and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.
todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"
he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.
"shouto, that's just my chin."
he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."
you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?
#pls dont flop this took me a whole week to write 😭#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bnha fluff#bakugo x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#shinsou x reader#shinsou hitoshi x reader#kaminari x reader#kaminari denki x reader#todoroki x reader#todoroki shouto x reader#bnha headcanons#mha headcanons#mha fluff#bnha imagines#bakugo fluff#shinsou fluff#kaminari fluff#todoroki fluff
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ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏ? | bakugou katsuki x fem!reader, suggestive, baby thingz
katsuki had really been missing the moment you two had when you were pregnant. Both of you taking care of your twins had been fun and sweet however his heart is longing for another baby, to see you all round again so he gotta ask for it.
"i miss your baby bump, can i touch it?" katsuki asked wrapping his arms around you.
he's been thinking for this a while, in reality he'll suffer having to wake up in the middle of the night because of the babies crying, having to endure the smell of a babies poop but he's been craving a lot for quite a while now besides that he deeply loves the twins and the future babies too… unless you refuse to.
"no?" you raised a brow, you're sure that there's no baby inside you that's for sure. "katsuki, i'm not pregnant."
"i'll impregnate you again." he tries to convince you.
you looked at katsuki for a good minute before saying, "i'm not so sure about that."
your husband scowled, "we are having another baby."
shocked, you needed to really know if this was real, "excuse you, sir?"
"i want you. yes or no?" katsuki avoids your shocked expression.
smiling then scoffing, you can't believe that this man once 'supposedly' hated babies. you began to get closer to him and wrap your arms around him while he waits for you to say 'yes' he just knows you'll agree to it by the way your hand brushes against his skin it's definitely a…
"no." your smile fades as you glare up at him.
he freezed, 'no'?!
"no?" he questioned confused. "why…?"
"last time i got pregnant and i'm lactating, you sucked my tits dry."
"was i supposed to let your milk be wasted and staining the bedsheets and everything else?!"
#𝑨𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 ✧*｡•#posts and leaves🏃♀️#bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo katsuki x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugo x yn#katsuki x y/n#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugou x you#bakugou x you#bakugou smut#katsuki smut#bakugo katsuki smut
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Bakugou Katsuki x darling
TW: omegaverse, possessiveness, light bullying
part 2
gn reader
Just thinking about how Alpha Beta Omega classes were always the worst. How the teacher would speak about an Alpha's strength and charisma, a Beta's sense of loyalty, and, of course, all of an Omega's weaknesses.
It didn’t help that you were the only Omega in school. It also didn’t help that your class featured the only Alpha in school too.
All your life, it’s been a myriad of bullying. Katsuki would be at the helm, all the Betas behind him, eagerly following his every move – then you – trod over in the process.
“You’re an Omega. You know that means you’re stupid, right?” He’d laugh – his canines gleaming in his grin.
“And weak – Katsuki, don’t forget weak!” His friends would add, hyping him up – making his smile ever sharper.
“Yeah! – stupid, weak, slow, and tiny.” You’d be pushed to the dirt, shadowed by his form, gleaming with pride, blocking out the sun. “Heh- sounds like something that belongs beneath a boot.”
All those classes, all those lessons. It’s not really the teacher’s fault. She’d tried using the most unbiased language she could. She’d only been stating facts – but still… couldn’t they have waited until all of you were a little older to tell everyone all the reasons you were different from them?
Granted. The lessons progressed into different territory when you got older. Talking about pheromones and instincts and mating and breeding – how Omega’s fall prey to something called ruts and heats – and how vulnerable they are when they’re caught in it.
You were burning with embarrassment in your seat – feeling feverish from the toll of it – knowing how all this new information was going to be like fuel to fire – how Katsuki was going to use it for all it was worth.
You dared glance over at him – sitting by the window – he had an elbow propped on the desk and his head resting in the palm it supported. It didn’t seem like he was paying attention – his face turned away, looking outside instead. You couldn’t tell whether he was listening. You hoped he wasn’t.
But if you’d looked extra close, you’d see the beat red blush on his ear and cheeks.
To your pleasant surprise, Bakugou didn't approach you at all after that. You thought for sure he’d mock you, but it seemed that maybe… he’d grown out of it, perhaps? Either way, you were happy to think he’d forgotten all about you.
If only you knew he was on a mission to ignore you. You hadn’t noticed, too humiliated by the things being said about the nature of Omegas to have listened to what the teacher said about Alphas – and all their strange possessive habits – their need to mark their mate with bites and scent and-
He shuddered.
It’s a complete surprise. He can’t believe all these years he’s wanted you like that. But ever since you were kids, he’s been imprinting on you – chasing you, biting you, coveting you. It’s so embarrassing he can’t believe it. Is this really the reason you piss him off so much?
He knows it is – now; that one look at you has him blushing and his pants tight in the crotch. Fuck – do you even know? Have you known all along?
No… you’re acting like nothing’s amiss. Chatting up extras with an oblivious smile on your face – acting like you don’t belong to him.
How’s he going to keep you in check when you’re going to different schools by next term? How’s he gonna keep others away from you? Shit- what if there are other alphas at the school you’re going to? What if-
Fuck! His chest is pounding so hard and fast it hurts. He’s going to lose you…
You’re trembling – on the verge of tears – when he drags you off behind the school on graduation day.
His face was in his normal scowl.
He hasn’t bothered you all year – why, what-
“You’re gonna wear this at your new school, or you’re not gonna go.” He mutters – his fist shoving a ball of black fabric into your stomach – not hard, but enough to make you flinch. “Don’t wash it. Bring it back to me, and I’ll give you a new one.”
Your brows furrow.
“Every week. Or else I’ll hunt you down.”
He takes a step closer – you yelp as your back hits the wall, then whimper when his nose brushes along your hairline – his breaths hot.
“This’ll let every extra know you already belong to me.”
When he walks away, back in a slouch and hands shoved down his pant pockets – you unravel the mess of black in your hands – revealing a skull-print plastered on a large hoodie.
It smells like Kachan.
part 2
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Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who woke up in the hospital after a tough battle, only to realize he had lost his hearing. Fueled by overwhelming anger, he went on a rampage, demolishing his hospital room. The doctors had to step in, applying calming drugs to try and bring down his intense emotions.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who, upon being discharged, adamantly declined any assistance offered to him by you at home.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who fell silent and staunchly refused to communicate with you or others in any way.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who struggled immensely to come to terms with the significant change in his life, frequently shedding tears during the silent depths of the night while you slept.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who quickly learned sign language with remarkable speed
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who found warmth in his heart upon discovering you had learned sign language to communicate with him. He deeply appreciated this gesture.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who realized that despite losing his ability to hear you and the world around him, he continued to fall more and more in love with you and all the little things.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who regrets the most that he won't hear your child calling him "daddy" ever again.
Deaf prohero!Bakugo, who melted on the spot when your child ran to him one day, climbed onto his lap, and signed, "I love you, dad." Before he could control himself, a few tears rolled down his cheek — the first tears in his life he wasn't ashamed of.
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