friends with benefits seemed easy enough—until one of you started to catch feelings, and you knew it wasn’t him.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: fluff, mild angst, some adult content but it doesn’t really go there. the characters are all grown up for this by the way!
warnings: none! just some mentions of smut like i said but its p fine
inspired by the niki song of the same title. i suggest u listen so u can ~feel~ it a bit better !!
YES I AM ALIVE casually disappeared for like a year to focus on academics and applications and stuff but it’s almost christmas break and hey i missed writing so why not ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) anyw i hope u guys r doing fine and to those who were waiting for me to post something… anything… i’m sorry it took a year here’s an honorary cookie for ur wait ily
HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE MWAH
This was where you found yourself every Friday night.
Him atop you as he stole kisses in between ragged breaths. Steady hands securing your hips in place, digging into white duvet, moaning each other’s name like a mantra that slipped out of your tongue with every thrust of pleasure you received. He was always so strong, so determined, that your highs were always quick to come once the two of you got onto it.
And you’d wake up, Tokyo morning sun radiating like rays dancing on the white cloth, waking you out of your dazed trance. Intertwined between sheets, his worn-out t-shirt on you as he laid there by your side shirtless, staring down at his best friend he brought to heaven the night before. Whenever he felt like everything was going to hell, he’d call you, the first number on his contact list—the only person who had seen him through his short-fused explosive phase to the number two hero he was now. His crimson red eyes were always the first thing to greet you on those fateful Saturday mornings, but they were no match with the content smile on his face that he showed no one else but, well, you.
Bakugou Katsuki was a gentleman. As hard as it was to believe, especially for those who were around during high school, it consistently rang true. Like in these mornings as he asked you to stay and made you breakfast in his exquisite high-ceilinged apartment. He always wanted to hear your thoughts about his cooking, on what he could improve, and if ever you were staying over again, what you’d want next (but you already knew the answer to that).
One thing about Katsuki was he never got tired of listening to your drabbling about work. Right now, it was about that stupid sidekick that has been hitting on you for weeks now, despite you blocking them with a clear dragged out no every time. He would chuckle at your little gestures, carefully observing every detail his best friend had, and thought about how he was the lucky man to run his hands through them every week.
He had told you before to move to his agency. Though these little rants of yours were nothing short of entertaining, Katsuki was well-aware that in between those tales lies a bitter truth that you were not well within his reach, and he couldn’t protect you if another pervert tried to touch you again. And you always told him you wanted to—needed to, even, but your boss kept shrugging off your now-piles of resignation papers down the shredder. You were a big asset, after all—a UA graduate, top of your class, a pretty strong quirk, and an excellent internship rating. But Bakugou knew they only saw you for your credentials, not at all as a human who was protecting other humans,and made a mental note to blast your boss’s face sometime he’s free within this week. He reasoned to himself: it was only make him aware of what he was going to be dealing with if he keeps on treating you any less of the hero you are.
It was those little things about your best friend that had you lying awake at night, legs still sore from the action just a few days prior. You had been trying to sleep for the last hour, staring up at the ceiling, basically memorizing its patterns. You wanted to be frustrated with yourself—angry that you thought he could even look at you in thatway.
You see, when two people have cramped-up schedules, half a decade of youth still left to live, and raging hormonal impulses—they resort to a little arrangement called friends with benefits. In short, they do stuff couples do: kiss, make out, stay over, call each other and ask them about their day, take care of the one who’s sick from overpatrolling, but most of all, meet each other at a certain time, a certain place to make love.There was no commitment, no red strings, no feelings involved, just two people trying to satisfy their needs through someone else’s. That’s what you told yourself every night.
Until that time he sent you a bouquet of tulips to your office and the blood on your cheeks told you otherwise.
“Katsuki,” you whispered through the phone, voice rough from the bloodrush. “What in the world is this?”
“A gift?” he replied, so casually that it was driving you insane. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I do, but,” you sucked in a breath, looking at the florist holding out a contract for you to sign. “Did you really have to do this at my office?”
“You overwork yourself hard enough,” he nagged, hearing him adjust something on the other end of the phone. Katsuki shouted something to the person calling out at him, then returned to you. “Listen, I’m on patrol right now, but take those. I already paid for them. And don’t feel obligated to come to my apartment later tonight because of that. I just don’t want to be a shitty best friend, that’s all.”
The flowers laid in a vase on your desk, causing your co-heroes to gawk at the stunning arrangement of black and orange tulips adorning your otherwise plain workspace. You weren’t big on decorations, after all, since you were a hero and didn’t stay there often. The flowers finally gave your desk some much needed color.
And it pissed you off. It pissed you off how he said it so casually, how he managed to make your heartbeat not too far from a hummingbird’s, and how he took time out of his day, his most beloved hero job, to get you a gift.
But what pissed you off the most was the fact that all of the grandeur was because he thought of you as his best friend who needed relief.
You mentally slapped yourself. You were being distracted. You were not falling for Katsuki, you just liked how he felt inside you, how perfect he fit into you, and the rest of those feelings for him were platonic.
But why did he have to rummage through your thoughts every single night?
“Do you ever get tired?” you blurted out.
He poured the freshly-brewed coffee into two mugs, adding milk on yours just the way you liked it. “Doing what?”
“Running through my mind every night.”
Your hands flew to your mouth as soon as the words came out, cheeks starting to redden from embarrassment. You were not supposed to say that. Right then and there, you wished for anything that could get you out of there—maybe even a dang UFO—so it could spare you from the shame about to come.
But Katsuki turned around, two mugs in hand, putting them on the counter behind you to look you straight in the eye. His calloused hands, shaped by years of explosions, made it to your heated face, not really helping with the fluster you were feeling at that moment. He carefully pulled your fingers away, setting them on your lap to hold your chin tenderly.
“Only if you tell me why you made me fall for my own best friend.”
And then you woke up.
Feeling slightly frustrated for whatever reason, you threw your pillow to the wall, running a hand through your hair and catching shaky breaths.
Great, he made it into to your dreams, too.
Your stare buried into the duvet covering your lower body. You ran a hand through your face, planning on getting up to get a cup of water and watch Netflix instead. Because dreaming of him again would not help with your current predicament.
This is all your fault, Bakugou Katsuki.
“Oi, what’s your problem?”
And you forgot that you were sleeping over at his place that night.
His voice was low and gravelly as he turned around to look at your side of the bed. You averted your gaze, wanting to shrug it off.
“Nothing.” You raised your chin up. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” he simply responded, getting up to his knees to sit next to you. “Bad dream?”
You tried not to look at his chiseled chest just there for your gazing glory, and the sweatpants that you swore were about to fall off with how loose they were around his waist. He was so oblivious to the thoughts running around your head it was insane. Why did he have to be shirtless at this time?
“No.” You wanted to be adamant. “I told you, I’m fine.”
“Waking up at 3AM practically having an asthma attack isn’t fine, (Y/N).” Katsuki crossed his arms, looking at the side of your face. “You’re choosing the wrong person to lie to.”
Your hands flew up in defeat. “Fine, then I’m not fine. How could I ever lie to you, huh?”
“Damn right you know. You’ve been my annoying best friend for two decades. I practically have you memorized, whether I like it or not.”
There it was again. That damned best friend title. The situation was starting to become tolerable, but that label just had to come up, right? You felt your chest tighten, knowing well what you were about to say next.
“I think we should stop this,” you said, finally meeting up to look at him.
The blonde let out a guttural chuckle until his eyes met yours, seeing no hint of mischief behind the irises he knew too well.
“But… why?” was all he managed to stutter.
Of course, a half-ass excuse would be better than to tell him hey, I’ve been constantly thinking of you quite unhealthily for the past two months now, and if I don’t pry myself away from you in the next three minutes I might just ruin our friendship.
everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes
forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!
warnings: some strong language, very mildangst
A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”
“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.
“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”
His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”
“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.
“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”
“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.
Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.
It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.
You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.
However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.
It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.
So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.
And you missed him, too, deeply.
“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.
“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.
A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.
“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.
“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.
“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”
“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.
His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.
You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Or would he?
You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.
You sighed in defeat.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.
“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.
“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”
He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”
Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.
“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”
Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.
None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.
“What if I don’t want to move on?”
He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”
It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.
You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.
You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.
But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.
Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.
“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”
You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.
For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.
But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.
“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”
Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”
Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.
“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”
“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”
“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”
In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.
“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.
“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”
He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.
note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all
“the word ‘chill’ does not exist in kacchan’s vocabulary.” —izuku midoriya
pairing:bakugou katsuki x reader
content:fluff!
warnings: (some) strong language
Bakugou always went hard on training sessions. No matter who it was in front of him, they better be ready to fight if they didn’t want to be blasted into the thermosphere. To him, it was second nature—if he couldn’t give it his all, he couldn’t be the number one hero. Due to this unfaltering determination, Recovery Girl was on standby everytime Class 1-A trained. Almost all of his past opponents needed to heal from an injury or burn mark somewhere—and you, his girlfriend of a year, were noexception.
After a strong blow to your right leg left you limping, Yaomomo assisting you as you made your way to the clinic, Bakugou could only stare in disbelief and shock. He impulsively ran after you, but Ochaco and Jirou blocked his path, giving him death glares that practically screamed, “you fucked up.” The worst part is, it was no accident.
Of course, you always tried your best to understand your boyfriend’s rather violent demeanor. It was definitely worse when it came to combat, but the pain in your leg was too unbearable to let you think straight—and everyone in the class saw that. You were sent home early to the dorms with your leg under a thick layer of bandages, a care package from Yaomomo and the girls, and a small “sorry” note from Kirishima, which you had no idea was for.
So there you laid—in whatever oversized shirt you pulled from your drawer, loose shorts, and a single sock on your uninjured leg. Recovery Girl told you you were fairly lucky to walk away with just a rather big scratch and a torn ligament, which she managed to heal. It wasn’t your fault, after all. You were sure Bakugou received an earful from the old lady for doing such thing to a poor girl—moreover, his own girlfriend.
You weren’t exactly mad at Bakugou, but you definitely weren’t pleased, either. He didn’t visit you in the clinic, nor even text and ask how you were doing. Nada. Your tsundere of a boyfriend was surely rock-hard when it came to lowering his pride, but you thought he’d at least show a bit of care. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt though, that maybe he was just in shock at what happened. He accidentally hurt you, after all—something he never wanted to do to you, and you knew that very well. Wanting to get everything off your mind, you threw the covers on and tried to drift off to sleep.
You wanted to call him and ask for an explanation. Limp to the elevator and wait for him in the lobby to hear it as soon as he came home. But it seemed too petty, and your leg was too fucking painful to walk. Moving it around in your bed had a tolerable amount of pain, so that solidified your decision of staying in. Plus, you were independent, you could survive the healing phase on your own, angry explosive boyfriend or none.
Thirty minutes passed and you found yourself dumbstruck at the wall. Sleep has long abandoned you, not even visiting you once that afternoon. You picked up your phone, looking for a game to distract yourself with and hopefully fall asleep to. You decided on Subway Surfers, playing a few rounds, when you felt your eyelids get heavy. Finally, you drifted off to rest, but you were interrupted by someone opening your door without a warning.
“Oi,” Bakugou called. Your boyfriend was wearing a grey pullover over black knee shorts, and the same Fire Princess socks you got him for Christmas. His tone was soft as he passed the door, rough voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”
You were about to answer with a sarcastic retort when a cough lodged in your throat. “What do you think?” you asked rather silently.
You didn’t look at him. Bakugou groaned and sat on the edge of your bed.
“I…” he started. You lightly craned your head to his direction, waiting for the apology you were sure was coming. “I… think your bandages need to be replaced.”
You rolled your eyes. They were dirty from walking around your room without a slipper, not to mention the grass that stuck to it from when you almost fell flat on your face outside. “Tell me about it.”
Katsuki suddenly placed your leg on his thighs, carefully peeling off the wrap. Your eyes widened, jumping up to stop the ash blonde. “Do you have any idea how to do that?”
“Shut up, the old woman taught me how to,” he reassured. Once the last inch of cloth was removed, Bakugou stood up and went to the mini first aid kit he conveniently brought with him.
He sat back down, being extra gentle with your leg. You crossed your arms, sitting up and watching his large hands sanitize your tender joint.
“I’m still mad at you, by the way,” you grumbled.
“I know,” Bakugou retorted, pulling you closer by your waist to get a better grip. His gaze was completely set on the task at hand, not wanting to make your injury any worse. You pulled your leg away stubbornly, his hand moving quickly to take it back. This went on for multiple times, making his face contort into one of annoyance. “Hey, I know you’re fuckin’ angry, but stop being a brat. You’re leg’s gonna break off if you keep doing that.”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “I wasn’t the idiot who blasted my fuckin’ leg.”
Bakugou seemed to not care at all at your insult as he massaged your leg. He was in the middle of your knee when he mumbled something under his breath, making you ask, “What did you say?”
“I said, I’m fuckin’ sorry, dumbass.” He looked up to meet your gaze for the first time in that visit. “I really went overboard with you.”
You pouted. “You know I’m okay with your anger issues, but please, if you want to see me alive by our marriage date, don’t go blasting me off places.”
Katsuki blushed at the thought of a wedding with you, but was quick to shake it off. “Yeah, whatever. I’m sorry.”
You could tell it was taking a lot of his pride to apologize as it was all genuine. “You owe me a bowl of ramen for that.”
He stopped wrapping the bandage and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I owe you more than that, dork. But next time you’re going to pretend to be mad at me, don’t wear one of my shirts while you’re at it.”
You quickly looked down at the black skull shirt loosely hung around your frame, making you internally swear. “It was just the first thing in my closet, asshole.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk adorning his sharp features as he finished the job with a stable wrap of medical tape.
“If you move too much, I’m going to tape you to the bed.”
“How dare you use your kinks on me when I’m sick?” you asked with a feigned offense. He chuckled.
“Between the two of us, I think you’re the kinkier one here,” the blonde shot back. “Remember when—“
“No, I do not!” you screamed, hurriedly tackling your boyfriend down to shut him up. His arms moved like reflex to steady your broken leg before it fell down the bed.
“Be careful, dumbass!” Bakugou laid down beside you, adjusting your position to where it would be comfortable for you. “I told you once, and I’m not going to say it again.”
“Are you threatening me with medical tape, Kacchan?” you taunted. He cringed at the nickname only his green-haired nerd of a childhood friend called him.
“Stop that,” he ordered, burying his head on the crook of your shoulder. “You look really hot wearing my stuff.”
You thanked the Heavens for not letting him see your lovestruck reaction, or else he wouldn’t have let it slide. This caught you in a lack of words, to which he happily filled.
“I’m going to have to control my style if I don’t want to lose my girlfriend,” Bakugou said, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to back down on you, either. I have my own battles to prove too, you know,” you replied with a content smile, playing with the spikes of his hair. He smelled vaguely of caramel.
“Whatever.” It was silent for a few minutes, when he started speaking again. “Can you manage to shower?”
That aspect of being injured never slipped into your mind yet, and the thought of possibly slipping in the bathroom and bumping your head was terrifying. Shit.Bakugou must have sensed your worry, though, as another smirk grew on his face.
“You need help?” your explosive boyfriend teased. “I think I can sleep here tonight, it’s a Friday after all.”
“You pervert!” you exclaimed, lightly patting his head, making him giggle. “Just say you want to fuck me and go.”
He looked at you with a deadpan look on his face, arms still tightly wrapped around your torso. “Oi, you may look ridiculously enticing with my shirt on, but your health comes first. You are not getting any action until your leg heals completely.”
You pouted again. “What a bummer.”
“Who’s the pervert now?” he inquired, switching your positions a bit so now you were below his head.
“I hate you,” you retorted, not meaning any second of it.
“You love me.”
“Shut up.”
“I love you too, dumbass. I’m sorry for nearly killing your leg.” Bakugou ran a hand through your hair, neatly massaging it as the other turned off the nightlight. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bowl of ramen to prepare and a whiny girlfriend to feed.”
You didn’t respond as you fell asleep smug on his toned chest, having the best rest you’ve felt in years.
note: henlo this was just pure ✨Fluffy Brain Rot✨ so i hope u guys enjoyed it :D
in which kacchan doesn’t know what a hug feels like
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content:fluff!
warnings:some strong language because come on it’s bakugou ,,
It was another one of Mina Ashido’s extravaganzas in the lobby of 1-A Alliance. The pink-haired extrovert felt that the energy in the dorm was extra heavy, and she, knowing her classmates weren’t usually like this, decided to throw a party with a wide variety of games. Being down at that time wasn’t avoidable though, as it was the day Aizawa gave back the test papers and they found out that almost 80% of them flunked his test. Though Mina was one of the unfortunate majority, this didn’t stop her from wanting to lift the heavy atmosphere up. After thirty minutes of persuasion, everyone was convinced, and here you were, seven rounds of alcohol-free spin the bottle in.
You were sitting beside your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was a bit adamant about the whole thing, wanting to stick to his strict 8:32PM sleep schedule, but your puppy eyes and pleading were too much to handle. You had to drag him all the way, though, his entire body feeling like 5 sacks of rice even though he was walking behind you, hand in hand. Not to mention the fact that he was grumbling the whole way, but it was nothing out of the ordinary when you got used to it after 3 years of knowing each other.
“It landed on (Y/N)!” Kirishima announced, beaming with pride (and relief) as it stopped right at the boundary of you and the redhead. You see, since alcohol was banned, Mina improvised by making everyone take a BeanBoozled jelly bean every time they were chosen by the almighty bottle. At first, it seemed like a fun idea, until Kaminari got canned dog food and had to run to the bathroom for his life.
Hesitant, you grabbed a jelly bean from the bowl in front of you, circled by 1-A. Though not everyone was in on the game, the non-participants stayed closely outside the circle, watching attentively. One of them was Izuku, who was already traumatized by sweaty gym socks after Mirio and Eri decided it was a fun game to play last month.
“Truth or dare?” Jirou asked. You tossed the bean in your mouth, tasting the refreshing pop of berry blue as it melted.
“Dare,” you bravely responded, and Iida started to look confused.
“There’s not a lot we can ask (Y/N) to do. She has a boyfriend and as her classmates, we should respect their rights,” he announced, arms waving in the air. Everyone nodded in agreement.
Sero clapped his hands, like he just solved the world’s hardest calculus question. “Well then, why don’t we ask her to do something with Bakugou?”
“Hah? It’s not my fuckin’ turn,” your boyfriend retaliated, turning to the tape man. “I’m not eating any damn beans.”
“Oh, but you won’t need to eat any, though,” Ochaco bravely chided. “Just for the dare.”
“Okay! I think I’ve decided,” announced Mina. “(Y/N), I dare you to hug Bakugou.”
Kaminari nearly spit his soda. “That’s so lame, Mina. They probably do that and more in the janitor’s closet every lunch break.”
“Yeah, it is pretty lame,” Hagakure added. “Can’t we add a bit of spice in here?” The invisible girl purred, doing a cat hand signal, not like a lot could see.
“But it does seem like a good dare,” Todoroki entered, everyone suddenly turning to him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the both of them act like a proper couple.”
Bakugou stood up, ready to blast Endeavor’s son into the thermosphere. “What did you fuckin’ say, Icyhot? It’s not like you know anything about love, hah?”
You laughed and held him down like he was a feral dog ready to attack. “I mean, we’re fairly new too, so I guess that would be nice?” you replied.
Your relationship with Katsuki was going on a short but steady 3 months strong. He was the type of person to let things come naturally, not wanting to do anything just because he was your boyfriend. He would never half-ass anything, especially his relationship with you.
But that also meant that he almost never got physically affectionate. Sure, there were stolen kisses and light hugs before you left for school sometimes, but that was about it. All the times you spent together in his room were spent having talks about life, homework, laying next to each other, or sitting by the balcony, naming the constellations after your classmates. One was Half and Half Bastard, the other, Round Face, and the one way up with the moon was Shitty Hair. Though you were content with him and how everything between the two of you was going, you wouldn’t mind at least longer hugs, or cuddles, or maybe even more. You were in your third year, after all. But you didn’t want to push it, as you respected his personal boundaries and would never do anything he was uncomfortable with.
“Calm down, Katsuki. It’s just a hug,” you reassured, trying to hold back a giggle. Bakugou grumbled in response. Todoroki seemed to not care at all, though, as he continued to nibble on his soba beside Yaoyorozu. “Let’s get this over with.”
You pulled him into your arms. The first thing that struck you was he was stiff. His body was weirdly spread out in front of yours, spiky blonde hair covering the lower half of your face, and hands frozen in the air from his rage quit at Shoto. You felt his heartbeat quicken, and though you couldn’t see it due to the awfully unnatural position, Class 1-A noticed his eyes widen, pupils dilate, and a faint blush creep upon his cheek, getting redder at his ears. This went on for a few seconds until he finally relaxed into you, heaving a sigh and moving his arms to try and hug you back. You could have sworn you heard Izuku in the corner gasp in shock.
When you pulled away, he looked so flustered, it was cute. His expression was rather pouty, looking into your eyes with a spark of admiration you’ve never seen before. It was a stark contrast to his rough-edged personality, a part of him he could only show to you.
He was lovestruck.
If you had your phone, you would have taken a photo and embedded it into your mind.
Kirishima’s cheer brought you out of your trances, and the game resumed after a few whistles and whining from Mineta, who nobody let into the game, and badly wished to be hugged too. Bakugou, on the other hand, found himself having trouble focusing on the game, and instead had his mind stuck on you and that awkward ass hug. It was terrible, but something about it lit a dreaded spark in him, one he wanted to ignite as soon as he got you with him alone. He was so distracted that he didn’t realize the bottle had landed on him. Bakugou momentarily forgot about the beans’ disgusting nature until his mouth started to taste like actual grass, and just like Kaminari, he ran to the bathrooms for relief.
The game ended when Aizawa nearly kicked the doors down, lightly scolding the lot of you that it was way past your curfew, which most of you had no idea existed. Deciding on the fact that maybe your grumpy yet lovable adviser just wanted some undisturbed sleep, you all said your goodnights to each other, and you left the lobby with your hand in Bakugou’s.
Odd enough, he wasn’t speaking. He was definitely the type of person to be grumbling about something in an event like this, when the fun was just getting started. But he even looked relieved—and that was something for you to figure out when you come into his room, crashing on his bed like it was yours. He still wasn’t speaking.
“Katsuki,” you called out to him, who took off his tank top and changed into a gray shirt. The first one got wet from the faucet at the bathroom from rinsing his mouth. “Katsuki.”
“What do you want, woman?” he replied, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. You yawned and took a look at his slightly messy room, feeling your eyelids fall. After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally crashed next to you, facing up.
You turned to him, touching his cheek. “You seem quiet.”
“I’m not,” he argued, but even he wasn’t convinced.
You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend playfully. “It was the hug, wasn’t it?”
Surprised but prideful that you debunked his facade, he rolled his eyes. “You wish it was.”
“Oh, really now?” you taunted, scooting closer. “It’s okay, Katsuki. I won’t judge.”
You yawned before falling asleep dangerously close to him. He could have sworn his heart was beating out of his chest, and before he knew it, he turned to face you, running his hands through your hair carefully as to not disturb you.
“I love you, dumbass,” he whispered. It was very out of the ordinary for him to profess his love like this, but something about it felt like lifting a weight off his chest. “You could do so much better than me, you know? I’m an asshole, but I’m trying my best. I know you know that.”
Slowly feeling sleep take over his body, too, he put his arms securely around you. You were his comfort, where he could put his armor down and come home to. You were Bakugou Katsuki’s peace in the storm.
What he didn’t expect was for you to hug back.
“I’m still awake, dum dum,” you whispered. “And I love you, too.”
“Shut up,” was the only thing he could manage to say.
“And if you want hugs,” you started, poking his chest playfully. “Don’t be afraid to ask for them, you big baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” he argued. He wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore that night, having found his new comfort zone.
for the longest time, you avoided Bakugou Katsuki in fear of being called an extra or getting blown up alive.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content:fluff!
warnings:may contain foul language, maybe?
If you were to describe how he felt like, it would be satin sheets. Rose essence, scented candles, and warm nights—your head buried in his chest as you drifted off to dreams and found solace in each other’s arms.
He was loud, ambitious, explosive (both literally and figuratively), and vulgar. Almost like a firework, as Denki would describe him. Your first glance at him in the UA entrance exams immediately told you he was not someone to mess with, so for the longest time, you stayed away from him. You avoided ever getting in his way, not wanting to get called names or screamed at.
Not even when you were asked to choose a partner and the both of you were the only people left unpicked.
Not even when you were awkwardly placed next to each other in the lunch table after Mina threw a post-exam pizza party courtesy of Momo, trying not to pay attention to the subtle glances he gave you as you dully picked your food. Not that he’d want you to notice, anyway.
Not even when he was innocently asking you a question about your chemistry homework, seeing him stutter for the first time since you’ve met him, face heated up and red—isn’t he in contact with nitroglycerin on the daily? He should know that. He’s one of the top students. And not even when he sat next to you on the field trip, his excuse being I didn’t want to sit next to the invisible girl, your favorite snacks and two drinks in his bag.
It was only when he offered you his other earphone, his face sulky with a hopeful glint in his eyes, saying, “You look more shit than usual and I don’t want you puking on me,” that you realized, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. But of course—he was Bakugou Katsuki, and damned be those who ever see him without his signature scowl on. He was stiff as a rock the whole ride, head turned away from you, in contrast to the hand that offered you a bottle of orange juice. Occasional rambles went on for the rest of the ride, you even found yourself joining in and sharing your own tales with him, but not quite—until all of Class 1-A silenced and noticed the new bickering coming from the far back seat.
Bakugou Katsuki—or as Midoriya called him, Kacchan—was smiling. The boy everyone swore was emotionally constipated, was here, having a debate with (Y/N) about how dinosaurs might have had hair or not. His explosive “I’m right, shut up” personality still lingered, but it hid in the shell of a boy who looked like he woke up on the first morning of Christmas Day. They all decided it would be best if they ignored the way he looked at you—not shy of admiration, or maybe even love?—and the way the smile remained on his face as he drowned out the world around them. Class 1-A wasn’t ready to die as a whole.
Katsuki never put his guard down. He was always ready to defeat whoever came before him, knowing his own ability would prove why he deserves number one. Emotions didn’t matter to him so long as he stays on top. So when he found himself blankly staring at the wall, three hours after they got home from the field trip, progress stalled on his Geometry homework, he knew something was off.
She smiled at me.
No, that’s not it, he thought, taking his pencil and shoving it into the sharpener rather aggressively.
She called me funny.
He slowly turned the knob on the small machine, lead flowing over the paper, leaving gentle marks where gravity took hold of them.
She apologized for ignoring me.
She said I was cool, and wanted to hang out with me more. Maybe he can corner Shitty Hair in the kitchen tomorrow before they leave, and ask him another question about her, pretending that he didn’t do it before when he asked him what shit you usually bought in 7/11 before the dorm system came. After that, maybe they can talk, and even spar, she’s got a quirk that almost rivals him, fairly social and had a good standing in class, almost number one in his book, so if there’s anyone worthy of his love then it’s—
Wait, what?
He slammed the pencil down on the table, inevitably breaking the same lead he sharpened as he tried to drown out his thoughts.
What is this shitty feeling that makes his heartrate berserk?
Little explosions unknowingly started to form on his sweaty palms, almost in sync with the rising of heat on his face. He’s tasted many spicy foods, but nothing made him as red as the thought of your head on his shoulder, earphones blasting whatever The Neighbourhood song went on shuffle, just quietly enjoying each other’s presence.
Millions of stars would have to explode before Bakugou Katsuki would ever believe that was he was feeling was love—that disgusting four-letter word he kept hearing from Ashido as she loudly gushed about her crushes. He thought nothing of the way he always found his gaze coming back to you in that cramped lunch table. He thought it was a coincidence that he picked you for that partnership project, even though a small part in the back of his head silently wanted it to happen. And he certainly thought nothing of the way he found his feet moving on their own once he saw the seat beside you empty on that damned field trip. Nothing with the way he prepared your favorite snacks, with the help of Kirishima, for you to eat with him without even asking you to be his buddy beforehand. He knew Ochako was supposed to be your seatmate, but to hell with her, right?
“Kacchan?”
His head whipped to the side, a furious (constipated?) look on his face as he mentally scanned whoever had the audacity to enter his room uninvited at 11:54 PM on a Thursday evening. A confused and flustered Izuku Midoriya greeted him with a shy smile on his face, aware of how feral his childhood friend can turn especially when stressed, which he obviously was.
“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki hissed as he crumpled up his scratch paper in a hostile manner.
Izuku let out a nervous chuckle, seeing death from the corner of his eyes. “So, uh, I was just passing by the corridor, not that I was spying on anyone, but I was so hungry, so I got some leftover cake, there’s still some, if you want, Kacchan, and I was about to leave when—“
“For fuck’s sake, cut to the chase already!” the ash blond shouted, nearly making Midoriya’s soul depart his earth-sunken body.
“I came across (Y/N), and she told me to give this back to you.”
In his shaking hands laid Kacchan’s black earphones, neatly tied with a note adorning where the cable organizer and the cord met. His face betrayed him when his lips tugged into a smile, one that Izuku didn’t miss.
“You seem happy, Kacchan.” The green-haired boy smiled back at him. Bakugou realized that Midoriya was still in the room, making all traces of happiness disappear completely.
“Go away, Deku.” His gaze shifted to the note as his childhood friend carefully closed the door.
He shouldn’t have been that anxious to see that note.
He shouldn’t have silently wished for it to be one of his innocent fantasies.
And he shouldn’t have felt his heart race when he saw that it was.
I can’t sleep. Can you?
Not that I’m wishing you to not be. But in the miraculous event that you’re as much of an insomniac as I am, my room is well open for a guest at this late time of night.
His feet acted before him, instanty walking out of his room, fresh out of a shower, wanting to look his best for he didn’t know what. As long as it had you in the equation, he immediately knew the answer.
And Bakugou knew that was not like him at all.
You—in all your glory—with that stupid face, and that stupid smile, that stupid laugh I can’t get out of my head even if I tried. What have you done to me?
And that’s how he found himself tangled in your embrace at 3AM, answering each other’s questions about life, dumb stuff, or anything in general. You started to know more about this explosive boy in your arms, and as quick as they were, you acknowledged that hell, you were falling for him—avoiding him for the longest because you didn’t want to confirm your suspicion and coming into terms with the shitty excuse of “I don’t want to get in his way” you made and letting it go.
Bakugou Katsuki now had to get used to the weird explosive feeling of love in his chest.
note: hi!! this is actually my first imagine here on tumblr and it’s like 3am and my back Hurts hurts so please excuse any typos bc i haven’t properly proofread this yet D: i hope you guys liked it!! i’m actually kinda nervous ish hshehshsh have a good evening <33
Word Count: No idea, typing this at 2:30 AM from the mobile app haha
Request: Nope!
Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, TW: Alcohol
Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.
A/N: Heyo! I haven’t written a fic in a LONG time, so bear with me, please. I got this idea from a tiktok on Instagram based off of a line in Melanie Harlow’s book “Make Me Yours”. I haven’t proofread this yet, I’ll do that in the morning, and I think I may make a part two!
Being a pro hero was hard as it is, but you knew that Training Day was only getting harder and harder.
Not because you were struggling with your quirk, no not at all. In fact, Aizawa has made it clear that you were hitting a plateau and needed to consider making your training sessions a bit more challenging to try and push yourself out of the spot you were in. And even though you agreed with him, and understood what needed to be done, you also knew that meant you’d have to rotate from your training area which… would break your line of sight of him.
At first, you only noticed him when he became loud and obnoxious. Really leaning into the explosive behavior like he even needed to reassure anyone of who he was or what his hero name stood for. The area he was working on was a bit ahead of yours and to the side. You had a clear view of him, but he’d have to be turning around to even see you, which made this spot all the more irreplaceable. Your eyes could drift and wander to places they shouldn’t be and… no one was the wiser. You had memorized your training routine perfectly, throwing one punch after the other at the punching bag without even having to watch to see if they connected properly. This way, your eyes could be watching his training instead.
You admired how he put his all into every session he committed to. He didn’t work his way towards stronger hits over time or slowly try to progress through new maneuvers and feats, he just.. went for it. Bursting forward with all the momentum he could muster, his voice deep and full of determination as he shouted out his anguish while ascending on his target. Blow after blow causing explosive reactions that sent the sweet smell of caramel wafting throughout the training ground with hazes of black smoke in its wake. You hated how distracting that smell was at first but you’ve come to love it now. Yearn for it. The smell hits all strong you could almost taste it, and at its most palpable, it sent your head swirling with thinking of all the ways you wanted to get closer to him.
How much longer were you going to be able to keep this training rouse up until Aizawa intervened? How much more of just watching him work could you even take? More importantly, how much longer could you stop your lewd thoughts from intruding on your training sessions? With each punch you connected to that bag, your head started to overlay that heavy, thudding sound over visions of a headboard pounding up against the wall over and over. The chain’s rattled became the accompanying squeak of the mattress spring, and your rough pants and heavy breaths were slowly becoming his making. He’d be on top of you, one hand gripping your thigh against his chest while the other held onto your hip. He’d be slamming into your wet folds with a meticulous thrust that had your toes curling and your eyes glued to his. He’d warn you not to look away. If you looked away, he’d stop. He’d slow down to an achingly slow pace and you needed all that he could give you in that moment. Your eyes would be locked onto his, your breath rising higher and higher the closer you became and he’d… he’d…
You’ve had to catch yourself a few times before like this from dazing out completely during a workout at the thought of it. Each time your thighs would tremble, you’d clear tour throat, and focus back up, but you knew this had to come to a head at some point. This couldn’t stay in your head for much longer… and with the cow you made to yourself after you got out of bed, you knew that today: even was enough.
With all the strength you had left you channeled your quirk and slowed down the time and space around you to land your new max of three hits per second. You released your hold at just the right time that the impact of all three hits sent that bag flying down the course, slamming into a brick wall at the end. You got a few head turns your way with a few of your classmates cheering you on and pumping you up as you took the moment to catch your breath. You hadn’t realized it, but you were drenched in sweat. Your tank top was wet all over you back, neckline stuck to your skin, and your leggings didn’t even feel like you are wearing any at this point. And all the while, as you softly laughed at your friends and colleagues for their kind remarks and accolades, you only briefly were able to catch that piercing red glance from him.
You swear you almost wanted to activa te your quirk again just to last in that gaze just a little while longer. His back soaked with sweat, his hair dripping down his neck and forehead, just to see that eye staring at you from over his shoulder. The contact lasted for less than you ever wanted it to, but just as quickly as he looked at you, he was focused back on his targets even quicker.
You left the training grounds knowing what needed to be done tonight. And your friends were quick to help you prepare…
“Wait, wait wait…” Mina took another long drink of her wine, “Bakugou?! That’s the one you want??”
Momo and Tsuyu burst out laughing at her. “Mina, I swear we told you this before!” Momo giggled, “Y/N’s had her eye on him for a while~”
“I mean I get it, but… THAT HOT HEAD?! I thought we were talking about someone like Shouto or something!”
“Haha, no, sorry, Mina, I just… can’t explain it.” You started to mess with your hair before your eyes started to get lost in the cup before you, “Sure, we don’t really talk other than about things like form or job postings, but there’s just something about him that makes me want to know him… more.”
“Well then I think texting him is a great idea!” Said a slight inebriated Momo, “Maybe you two can start up a chat and find some common ground that way”
“Or just tell him how you feel, that might for well!” Tsuyu added, “But knowing Bakugou, either approach might time some time to truly benefit you”
Slamming down her bottle, Mina burst out with “Well either way, that’s what the liquid courage is for! So drink up, lady!” Causing the girls to giggle and toast as you all started to toss it back with conversations about what each other were going through with jobs at the moment.
Hours later though, you were now the only one up at your place. Momo had passed out on the couch, toppled by Mina, with Tsuyu conked out on the floor. Now at peek drunkness, you knew this was your shot. This was your chance to start up the conversation with Bakugou, telling him that you wanted to hang out sometime and get to know each other better. So just before passing out yourself, you crafted your text, and hit send. Quickly you launched your phone away from you, and slept until morning.
With the sun as your alarm clock, you woke up sometime in the afternoon to an empty home. Momo, Mina, and Tsuyu had headed up earlier in the morning and left you a note saying “Sorry we passed out before we helped with the text! We’re still here to help! xoxo” You smiled as you put it down, thinking back to how the night ended until you froze. The memory of drafting a text came flooding into your head and you quickly went searching for your phone. It took you about 10 minutes until you found it and then when you did… you wished you hadn’t. What you sent wasn’t anything like what you intended, and what was worse of all, was that they all went left on read.
To: Bakugou Katsuki
From: Y/N Y/L/N
- Bakugou, I can’t take it anymore….. im so tired of jsut watching you work& get all sweaty&& messy!It’s fucking time we handled this!…
- Yu knw what I’m talkng about, too. I saw you look @ me 2day…
- You wanna fuck me JUST as bad as I wanna fuk you, hmm? You want this pussy, don’t you, baby
- I know you do, and I relly wanna give it 2 yu
- You smell so sweet, bby. Like candy. I’ll treat your dick like a lollipopp … I’ll lick it from bse to tip. Your balls can be lke cherries, hmm?
- I’ll put them in my mouth an
“Ohhh nononononononono” you muttered as you read through all that you had sent. You thought this can’t be serious, you can’t EVER show your face now. You hurriedly took screenshots and sent them to the girls who had about the reactions you were expecting, if you’re honest with yourself. Mins thought it was all hilarious. Tsuyu was trying to explain the likelihood that Bakugou would have actually cared, and Momo tried to give you additional silver linings and things you can try to do to mitigate the damage.
Momo: Send him a “Sorry about that, please disregard these” text!
Mina: Noooo, nonono, tell him “oops, wrong person”
Tsuyu: Mina, the first text has the man’s name in it. Y/N, how bout you just tell him you were drunk and you didn’t mean it?
Their advice rummaged around your head all day. Working some of your jobs today took your mind from it all, but it only took a billboard or a poster to hVe it all flooding back to you. You checked your phone a few times throughout the day to see if thee was any response and to just… contemplate who’s advice you should even take. Momo had a good point, Mina… Nevermind, and Tsuyu had a good idea, too. But even when you pulled the chat up and readied your fingers to start to compose something, anything, you froze and just… put the phone away.
It went like this all day until you finally closed out for the day. Going to the training grounds with the other heroes was a no go, today, and maybe.. ever. Could you really show your face there again? Have Bakugou glaring at you while you do your sets? What a nightmare to even consider. So, you sent off a text to Aizawa telling him you wouldn’t be there today, and headed home to unwind and just rest from the insane 48 hours you’ve had.
It wasn’t until later that night that you had finally cemented on what you were going to say.
Momo’s suggestion just felt like it would work out best, so after only a few glasses of wine after a warm, cleansing shower, you pulled up the text to compose and…
Bakugou is typing…
“Nooooo nonononono!” You stared with wide eyes at your phone. You waited too long! You were convinced he was going to call you a freak. A weirdo. Say you were “down bad” and just another extra in the background of his life. You were pacing your room, panicked at what terrible comment he was about to make when you finally heard that notification ping on your phone.
To: Y/N Y/L/N
From: Bakugou Katsuki
- Don’t end the scenario now. Tell me, Y/N.
- What happens next?
- I didn’t think you had noticed me staring at you while you worked. Your form, the way your clothes stuck to your body after a long, hard session…
- I know you probably sent this while being drunk or something, but I’m hoping this is truly how you feel, because if so
how they act when they’re horny & just rlly horny sex + denki, kiri, bakugo, & sero
in celebration of basically my first post getting 100 notes, and the second one nearing 100, here’s a rlly long thing I did. at first it was going to be short and sweet but I got carried away and then noticed my posts getting a lot of love! so this is a little thanks, eat it up and feel free to ask me things and messsge me, (honestly idk if my asks work) -L <3
nsfw ! + semi-public sex?, ngl mommy is thrown in there and i won’t take any criticism, degradation (giving & receiving), praise, thigh riding, spitting, daddy kink, cokwarming kind of, intoxicated sex, spanking/as well as pussy smacks, squirting
denki kaminari
— definitely a whiner
— if you’re in public he’ll keep trying to drag you home or somewhere else just so he can at least press up against you
— “please baby, you’re doing this on purpose”
— the most inconvenient place he got horny was when you were visiting your parents house for Christmas
— ended up probably having some of the hottest sex in your childhood room
— he wouldn’t shut up about how hot you looked in your dress and kept grabbing at you ass while no one was looking so you told your parents you’re gonna turn in early
After basically throwing Denki into your childhood room, he starts grabbing at you through your dress even more than he was before. You’d be lying if you said his actions didn’t start to make you horny, but you didn’t want him to start thinking he can get away with this whenever he wants. You decided that you would indulge yourself though, because Denki seemed to be in an extra subby mood today.
“Let me ask you a favor, Kami.”
“anything, just please-“
“I want to ask for a little Christmas gift a bit early,” you tell the boy who is now underneath you, you feel him trying to push up into you for some friction.
He just nods his head quickly before you even say what you want, you love when he gets like this. You pull him into a kiss that makes him squirm even more.
“I just want you to be a good boy for me today, I don’t want anything else from you.” Denki knows what that means, he whines out an “okay”.
“What a good boy, you’re so worked up you’ll probably let me do anything. How dirty.”
Request:djdjdj i love your blog anyways~ i was wondering if you could write denki, shiggy and bakuhoes S/O having horny dreams and their reactions and what they would do.
Warnings:smut, consensual somnophilia, degradation and fem! reader
he was careful not to wake you up while he slowly shoved his aching length inside you, both of you simultaneously moaning as he bottomed out.
his movements were slow, enjoying the feeling of his cock being engulfed by your tight, wet heat. you were getting impatient, unconsciously grinding against him making him lose all sense of control as he started mercilessly pounding into your hole.
you were suddenly awakened from your deep slumber and was pleasantly surprised to find yourself impaled on your boyfriend’s cock. “k-katsu-ah!”
he wrapped his hands around your throat, pulling you even closer. “you’re so wet, you little slut. were you imagining daddy’s fat cock inside of you? huh, is this what you wanted? moaning my name in your sleep like a dirty girl.”
“yes,” you moaned out. he choked you even harder, trying to emphasize his words. “yes who? tell me right now or you’re not gonna get to cum.” he harshly slaps your ass and slows down his thrusts.
“y-yes daddy, it’s what i wanted. i’m your little cockslut, please let me cum!” you announced. smirking at your response, he harshly bit your shoulder and continued fucking your insides “good girl, now cum! cum on my cock, princess.”
denki kaminari.
‣ does not have any problems helping you out
‣ he’s horny 24/7
‣ you two were watching a movie and you fell asleep halfway through it
‣ he was hella into the movie until he heard you moan out his name, mans switched up real quick
as soon as he heard you brokenly moan out his name he pounced on you, lifting up you shirt which gave him an amazing view of your perky tits.
he took one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and nipping at them while one his hands slowly wandered into your underwear. he slowly slid a finger inside you and rubbed gentle circles on your clit.
“a-ah! kami~” he was rock hard in his pants but chose to focus his attention on you. he teased your walls, repeatedly rubbing his fingers against your sweet spot. he could feel your insides clamping down on his fingers
“ngh, kami- m’close.” you gasped out his name, your body quivering as you reached your peak and came. he quickly took his fingers out, placing them in his mouth and licking them clean.
he was about to get up and relieve himself in the washroom when he felt someone grab his wrist. you swiftly took your clothes off and pushed your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him once again.
“come on, baby. finish what you started,” you spoke as you sunk down on his cock.
tonight’s gonna be a long night
tomura shigaraki.
‣ was probably up late gaming
‣ you fell asleep right beside him
‣ he noticed you letting out whimpers and slowly grinding against your pillow
‣ of course. he’ll help you out, it’s shiggy when would he ever say no to dicking you down
shigaraki was playing a game and currently engaged in an intense battle. he had one side of his headphones off of his ears so that be could still hear you although you were passed out a long time ago.
he noticed that you started shifting and shuffling a lot which was distracting him from his game. “player two, stop moving so much.” still you continued. he was starting to get annoyed by your constant jerks.
he took of his headphones completely and turned to you with a frustrated look when he noticed what you were doing. you had one of your pillows between your legs and you were mindlessly humping away at it, trying to get yourself off. he licked his lips and made his way over to you.
you barely wore anything to bed and you looked so inviting, wearing one of his shirts. it was like you were asking to be touched and who was he to argue? he nudged your thighs open and put his aching cock in between them. he humped at your clothes pussy, feeling your arousal seeping through your underwear but it wasn’t enough.
he took your underwear off giving it a good lick. “mmm~ you always taste so sweet, babe” he said as he rubbed his member along your entrance, grazing your clit which made you let out a cute whimper. he gently lined it up with your hole and plunged deep inside you. “fuck yeah, ngh- your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
he pounded into you, the bed lightly shaking with the power of his thrusts. feeling himself about to reach his orgasm, he quickly rubbed your swollen clit making you clamp down on him. the feeling of your pussy convulsing on his cock was too much for him and with a grunt he came, filling you up with his warm seed. “take it all, you naughty little thing.”
he slid your panties back on making sure none of his cum seeped out. “you’re gonna keep all of my cum inside you like a good girl.” he gave you a quick peck and drifted off into sleep, he couldn’t wait till you woke up and found his little surprise~
yandere! patient! katsuki bakugo x therapist! non-chalant! gender neutral reader
I am in no way romanticizing the things that are written below. Please beware that is a dark, dark written piece meant for mature audiences that can handle this kind of thing. Proceed with caution.
If you’re struggling with your mental health please talk to a professional or someone you can trust.
This is a little birthday special for my special blonde boy!
content warnings: yandere themes, stalking, mild kidnapping but its kinda consensual(?), obsessive behavior, mention of disabilities, bakugo’s got hearing aids, a little angsty but its nothing horrible, cervix fucking, the reader isn’t scared of bakugo, afab reader, pet names, suki’s a little delusional, bakugo’s mean, alcohol mention, the reader’s drunk and bakugo takes advantage of them, kinda weird smut scene because not all sexy times are— well, sexy, pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, if i missed any warnings please let me know, please keep in mind that like most of my drabbles this is unedited
word count:4.3k
Patients and their Doctors are never meant to be together. It’s not professional and it’s beyond taboo. But, why exactly?
To have someone know you in and out, all the darkness within you and still talk to you like a normal human being should be something you want, right?
Having someone accept you for all your flaws and problems is what you should want. It makes sense when you think about it that way.
Katsuki couldn’t remember where it started or how it started all he knew is that he couldn’t stop it from growing. His obsession with you, his need to love you and be around you at every moment.
…
“I don’t need fuckin’ therapy,” he growled, slamming his fist onto the table that he was sitting at. His drunken companions grunted at his words and collectively rolled their eyes.
“Look man, all I’m sayin’ is that it’s a good idea to at least try. You’ve been through some shit and it doesn’t hurt to have someone to talk about it with who isn’t a friend,” Kirishima tried to reason, sipping from his beer before he continued, “I go to therapy once a week and its been pretty helpful.”
“Yeah, dude. What do you even have to lose? Just go once and if you don’t like it then you never have to do it again,” Mina interjected, shrugging her shoulders before belching and patting her stomach in satisfaction.
His friends (he’d never call them that aloud but I digress) were right. The things he’d been through were anything but peaceful or happy but he tried not to think about those things, he didn’t want to. It was bad enough that he would get the occasional nightmare and wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, panting and clenching at his chest.
But Bakugo constantly told himself that this was normal. Everyone suffered. It was just apart of life and he didn’t have the right to bitch and complain about it. So what if he had to start wearing hearing aids because his quirk started taking a toll on his hearing? Other’s hand it worse than him. Denki suffered from memory loss on a day-to-day basis. Mina had lost her entire right leg. Sero had so many stab wound scars that he would joke and say they were like slashes that counted for every day of his life. Kirishima had a robotic hand— hell, even Deku had lost a few fingers.
After over a month of no post here we go! This is somewhat similar to THIS post. Except this time it’s more romance focused, and like most of my post the gender of the reader is not mentioned!
Bakugo sleeps between you and the door because if anyone is dumb enough to break into your house they’ll have to get through him first.
Kirishima uses the hair dye that stains his hands to draw hearts on your arm or thigh as a silent declaration of love. If your hands are stained he always places it on his chest over his heart so he can always feel like he has you with him.
Denki kisses both of your cheeks and then your lips, just because he knows that it makes you smile. If your having a bad day he peppers kisses all over your face till you giggle or at least smile.
Sero named a plant after you when you two first started dating, and if the plant seemed to be in a bad condition he’d check in on you to see how you’re doing. The plant still has a spot on a shelf in the apartment and he talks to it when you’re not there.
Mina insist on one self care day a month and one dance party a week. So once a week the two of you turn on music and dance like nobody is watching, and once a month you sit with face masks on watching movies and painting nails.
Todoroki didn’t hold your hand for the first few months that the two of you were dating and linked pinkies instead. Partially cus he was convinced he was the “hand crusher” and mainly because you make him so nervous that he was scared he’d accidentally set off his quirk
Midoriya has a collection of notebooks dedicated to you. On the outside it might seem weird or obsessive, but these are a little different than his hero books. Instead of statistics and analysis on your quirk it’s all of your favorite things and places. He writes down all of the things about you he loves or finds interesting.
Iida traces hearts and the words “I love you” on your back in the early morning hours of the day. The time right when the sun is starting to rise and he thinks your asleep. Most of the time you are but some times you aren’t and you can hear him whisper love confessions to you.
Shoji hugs you without question if you ask for one. No hesitation, not even a quirk of his brow. He waits till you pull away before he lets go so he’s always holding you for as long as you want/need.
Notes:Shoto wasted no time finding another date for y/n, he is very eager to show ochacko and deku up
Notes:y/n, deku, and kirishima have a separate group chat where they all had a manly cry about bakugo’s good morning
Notes:bakugo and y/n have lunch together basically everyday, even when she’s working with deku’s agency. He has a habit of showing up wherever y/n is for lunch, it’s been their thing since their days at UA!
Notes:bakugo also definitely was not impressed hearing y/n had another blind date, his secretary quickly left his desk in front of his office as he could hear the beginnings of mini explosions and knew he was probably talking to y/n, or someone on the bakusquad
Notes:bakugo is that friend who will expect an “I’m home” text from whoever he was hanging out with and this is especially enforced with y/n. he most definitely almost blew off her front door after she forgot to let him know she got home safely and ditched the guy mid date- she has never forgotten to text him since
Notes:Shoto does have a plan, Shindo was not the date he set up- well he did- but he had a good reason
Notes:You know what they say about curiosity and the cat…
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A/N- hello hello friends! I am back! Though I did not intend to take such a long break , I’m sorry for the lack of updates and lack of communication! I swear I am still here, the past few months have just been a bit of a struggle with myself and have had a hard time making updates and doing writing in general. I do have a lot of drafts though that I am very excited to share! The Hawks SMAU is next on my list, (maybe I do have an Atsumu SMAU that I’ve been dying to post! ) all I have are the notes and the last panel needs to be written and I will update that as soon as I finish- which I swear will not take months lol. I’m getting back into the groove and I am trying to get myself to stay there, and not burn myself out again! Which I did back in high school where all I did was pump out updates on wattpad (which I dislike now and refuse to use) and fanfiction.net!
Thank you for reading and sticking with me through all of this! I appreciate all of you and I hope to get as many updates out as soon as possible for you guys!
If your name is missing please let me know! If your name has a strike through it, I wasn’t able to tag you! Tagging may be off on your account or I may have spelled it wrong bc I’m dumb sometimes lol so please let me know! if you’ve had a username change, please me know as well and I’ll update the taglist if you still wish to be on it! If you want to be taken off it, I totally understand! Just let me know :)
a miki mouse whorehouse collab, the m.list you can find here
cw: sexual harrassment, abo themes, dubcon kinda
as the poor quality picture can’t really show you, I got stuckage and I chose Bakugo with the finishing touch of making it ABO <3 It’s also two days late but shhhhh we don’t talk about it uwu also 2.7 words of pain enjoy
katsuki bakugou is becoming a thorn in your side.
you’ve both been metaphorically and somewhat literally glued to each others sides since highschool. it’s not necessarily a bad thing, to be quite frank katsuki is something of a deterrent in a world of second genders and pheromones— something you capitalized on in high school.
being an omega hero isn’t something entirely world shattering, but it’s a position that comes with lots of stereotypes— stereotypes you fought tooth and nail to fight against in your younger years. being one of four omegas in your class was…irritating, to say the least. lots of preconceived notions that you needed to be helped with trivial things, and while your classmates intentions came from a good place it was maddening. save for katsuki, back when he had no restraint with his anger and aggression, he didn’t coddle you like your classmates did. Labeled a brute for his actions towards his omega classmates in trivial interaction or sparring, you thrived on the normality— katsuki was an ass to everyone. Your omega was placated, finally encountering an alpha who wasn’t belittling her with preconceived daintiness.
it was easy to hang near katsuki, ignoring the atrocity that was his vocabulary. eventually like the rest of the peanut gallery that was the bakusquad, you just existed alongside katsuki— which meant that you grew on him. katsuki swears up and down that you’re all a nuisance but you’ve seen him go up to bat for all you at some point, you knew you’d all made some sort of ragtag pack with one another. this was rather amazing to you at the time, not to sell yourself short but you’d never really imagined belonging to a close knit group of friends— especially realizing that they understood when it was appropriate to step in for you. katsuki in particular had a knack for being at the right place at the right time.
During your second year you fumbled.
interning with miruko had its perks, a top 5 hero with raw strength, cunning, and the drive to just keep going— and an omega. landing and internship with her had been a dream, even more-so when you learned she’d been watching you since your first year because of the festival. bright eyed and eager, nothing could have dampened your spirits— neither katsuki and his usual moody behavior or the standoffish alpha from shiketsu. yes, you all had landed an internship with miruko and part of you was…worried? katsuki had never looked down on heroes based on their second genders but you couldn’t speak for the shiketsu alpha, both alphas interning under an established omega hero put your inner omega on edge— you didn’t quite know why though. but you chose to squash the feeling and enjoy your internship with who was essentially your idol and continue on.
then you started getting sexually harassed.
his name was omori kisai and he was the worst. hailing from shiketsu, known for their dignified schooling, he was far from it. salacious comments dropped when no one was listening, less that appropriate touching when passing by and just general ick that had your skin crawling and omega snarling. it was easy to brush it off as banter the first time, section off the awkward contact as an accident. The second time you made it clear the comments were not liked and the touches far from appropriate, after the third time you’d snap an insult or have to hold a trembling fish from making contact. but it was coming to a head and your suppressors could only do so much to hide your souring scent. looking back you should have said something, but your pride had told you that it was a necessary step to overcome and push through— that he wouldn’t be the last. it weighed you down, day by day, a heavy cloud that wouldn’t let up. one particular bad timed comment brought tears to eyes and shame to your entire being.
thankfully, as time would come to show, katsuki tended to nose into your dilemmas.
the day prior to the abrupt end of your harassment you’d been tripped up by a villian and had fallen a sizeable distance into a pitiful excuse of pond. of course, omori had taken this as an open invitation to mock you and then offer you his shitty hero costume cloak— not without hinting at you returning the favor ‘somehow’. yeah right. you had stomped off, unaware of katsuki’s presence nearby. come next day, omori avoided you like the plague and katsuki not so subtly stuck to your side like an unwilling chowchow— all growly and temperamental. but his constant presence rubbed his scent off on you. despite his less than chummy attitude, you weren’t mad; katsuki smelled like cinnamon spice and whiskey with hints of burnt caramel— absolutely overpowering yet decadent all the same.
you tried not to think about just how much you enjoyed his smell. your omega was purring about it.
the omori incident was the beginning of katsuki’s subtle hovering. though you pried the truth of his involvement in omori leaving you alone after offhandedly bringing it up to mina and jirou one day, katsuki helped you out of situations as invasively as possible time and time again. by the end of third year it was no secret to you of your classmates teasing of your relationship with katsuki; an amiable and prideful omega and the irritable powerhouse of an alpha. you brushed it off because…well you didn’t know why, but katsuki’s seeming indifference to the teasing had you quelling every jittery happiness your inner omega expressed at the thought of katsuki being your alpha.
now, three years out of highschool and beginning to climb the ranks, katsuki was becoming testy— and for the life of you the reason couldn’t be more opaque. you both work at the same agency, and due to the nature of your quirks you spend all your time together due to their compatibility. compatibility was a bitter word for you, katsuki and yours supposed compatibility had been talked about for some time now but the sobering reality is that perhaps you two were simply good friends— and now sharing your omegas endearment for the explosive alpha had reared its ugly head.
your heat was a week away and already you felt the familiar fatigue begin to lap at you alongside general moodiness. all that coupled with the annoying need to be around katsuki was maddening and sprinkling his own extra grouchy attitude on top and you were ready to snap. in hindsight, that should have been your cue to take an extra week off— instead you chose to once again to champion pride instead of your intellect.
you could have stayed home this morning, you should have.
patrol had been slow, not particularly unusual but favored nonetheless. face raised to the slowly dipping sun you couldn’t help but sigh, the warmth of the late afternoon sun was heaven sent– you could sleep standing up with much issue. it remided you katsuki, strangely enough though most things did recently.
the sound of screaming and rushing feet shook you from your drowsy stupor. Set on alert, you spied the source of the sudden discordance and found several villains causing a commotion. quickly calling for backup for you before finding yourself facing a hulking mass of green charging you head on. tranquility gone, it was time to fight.
the ache in your body could not be more apparent but your humiliation ran more rampant in your system than any ache or pain could, your fatigue more than present as your body hummed with warmth. leave it to you to get stuck face down and ass up amongst the trashed ruins of what was an office building, weighed down between a broken desk and a collapsed bookshelf. the villain you had engaged with, some self-named idiot calling himself cruel croc, packed a punch and your bruised body and rendered office floor were a testament to that. of course, you’d done quite the bit of damage to him yourself before the entire floor collapsed underneath you both— rendering the meathead unconscious under a rather hefty pile of concrete and debris whereas you were pinned and to utterly weak to do much.
the thrum of your heat was beginning its path of vengeance through your body, feeling too pliant to get yourself out of what was otherwise easy to fix problem. you were feeling it, bad. the heat of your clothed cunt was beginning to become too apparent, unconsciously squeezing your thighs to provide relief to no avail. no, this could not be happening right now of all times. but as much as your inner monologue fought to try and will away your heat, the warmth was becoming too much and sudden breeze of wind had you trembling and whining. the feel of slick beginning to wet your hero costumes spandex set your hazing thoughts into sudden panic, if cruel croc woke up or if another villain came across you would they be above…the thought alone could’ve made you puke. flashbacks to second year had you bucking wildly for freedom, you wouldn’t let anyone have the opportunity for—
“ OI! Shitty ‘mega were are you? Are you—“
you stilled, biting hard to keep your mouth shut. your omega was whimpering, desperate for the alpha, HER alpha to relieve her from her heat. on a normal day she could melt into his scent, but right now? she could drown in it and die happy. with his scent getting stronger the closer katsuki clambered toward you, the more the head haze grew– the slicker your thighs became. the whimper you let loose was pitiful, the need for some sort of stimulation to your cunt becoming near painful the longer you remained so close yet so far from katsuki. the pathetic little “alpha” you whined as you heard him quickly approach from behind would’ve been utterly embarrassing to you in any other situation.
but if you could have turned to see katsuki, you would’ve been met with the look of an unmistakably feral alpha– pupils dilated to hell, fingernails blackened, and canines elongated and sharpened. but what you lacked in sight, you could hear and smell.
katsuki was the definition of an alpha as is, but the way he was pushing his scent out was like a big red sign that screamed ‘DANGER’. To you, it had you feeling utterly submissive– if you weren’t already face down and ass up you certainly would’ve moved into position. practically salivating at the thought of what katsuki could do–
the heated palm on the globe of your ass is thought pausing, the sudden heated touch coaxing a sugary sweet moan from deep in your throat– the small touch quickly turning to rough palming at your moaning. tt feels so good, but you want more. need more.
“Please, need more Alpha” it’s breathy and whiny, something you’re far from day to day but it feels too natural escaping you. mewling at the ghost of a touch over your clothed cunt, your blubbering when it presses harder– escalating you to tears of frustration when it ceases. practically feeling katsuki’s harsh breathing near your cunt you begin to wiggle and wail with all manner of unrestrained vigor; chanting alpha and katsuki like a prayer and begging for relief like a sinner for forgiveness. it’s working, you know it is, if katsuki’s breathing is anything to go by but he refuses any further touching. you want katsuki everyday, but right now you need him.
“Only want you Katsuki, please it’s only been you,” you hiccup your words through a shrill plea, but the tearing of your soaked spandex sends an excited chill down your spine. your legs tremble with excitement when katsuki grips the tops of your thighs and spreads them– revealing your drooling cunt. it’s both too much and not enough all at once and you wiggle once more, yelping from a smack to your left ass cheek. it’s not particularly painful, not even as katsuki rubs over it right after the hit, but it quells your wiggling nonetheless. you open your mouth to urge him on but he beats you to it.
“No one else, you got that ‘mega? No one gets to see you like this, no gets to touch you like this– your mine,” he punctuates his declaration with two of his deliciously thick fingers in your cunt and you squeal, “ you got that? I’m your alpha, always have been always will be.” nodding despite yourself, you struggle for words with his fingers pumping in and out alongside the ghost of pressure on your clit “Yes! Yes, I’m yours Katsuki!” you babble your words already teetering on the precipice of your first orgasm. it takes a pickup in pace and a rough rub along your clit and your wailing, slick streaming down your thighs as your first orgasm crashes into you.
despite the pleasant haze in your head, you faintly hear zippers being undone and the shuffling of clothes. licking your lips, you perk your ass up as much as the heavy bookcase allows, purring in excitement like a spoiled cat. The rough grab of your hips leaves you gasping, feeling the length of katsukis dick along your thigh– long and heavy. you’re salivating as he lines himself up with your weeping cunt, ramming his entire length in you with little regard. stars shoot across your vision and your ears deafen, crying out at being so full. it feels wonderful being stuffed this full and you babble it to katsuki. if you could see him, you would see just how prideful and smug he looked– only he can take care of you like this, none of the other shitty alphas can take care of you this well.
katsuki sets a rough pace, drawing himself out slowly like he’s aiming for you to feel every vein of his dick before slamming back into you. your poor cunt clenches sporadically, drawing groans and growls from your alpha and all you can do is choke on broken moans because the way he feels churning your insides is downright sinful. you felt a band begin to tighten in your belly, your broken moans evolving into babbling– how good katsuki was making you feel and how he was the only one who made you feel this good. it spurred him onward, fucking into you with more vigor alongside groans of your names and his own praise for you. “Good fuckin ‘mega”, “Takin’ me so well”, and “My perfect little mate” were some of the praise you could catch and had you preening. All of it combined you felt the band tighten and you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing out. feeling the base of Katsuki’s length begin to swell, you could only salivate at the thought of being knotted.
“Want your knot Katsuki! Alpha I need it”
at your blubbering demand, katsuki faltered in pace for only a moment before a deep mix of a groan and growl ripped from his throat. grabbing and bending your leg upwards he fucked deeper and faster into your battered cunt, the new angle sending you hurtling into your orgasm. eyes rolled back and tongue, you felt utterly boneless– momentarily brain dead before screaming out at Katsuki knotting you, his own groan of pleasure mixing with yours as he filled you impossibly full with his seed.
trembling underneath him, you were only a fraction aware of movement above you before the weight of the bookcase vanished from you. weakly you glance back up at your alpha. your surprised to see just how feral he looks, no doubt you’ve pushed him into his rut. whimpering as he moves down upon you, he nibbles and kisses along your jaw and neck before biting down on you scent gland. a flash a white hot pain curtailed by just as intense pleasure wracks your wrecked body but the dopy look of happiness pulls a low purr from katsuki.
you wanna say something, anything, but your too exhausted and as katsuki knot subsides you let another weak whimper as he removes himself– feeling his seed spill from your battered cunt. he pulls a quiet moan from you as he gathers some of it a pushes back in– and a glance at his smug face lets you know that he’s decidedly not done with you yet.
a relationship with bakugo katsuki because it’s all i think about?
he is a bold lover for sure, says what he thinks and keeps things real and structured. he believes in hard work and going outside to be productive in society.
it’s you taking the time to ask about his day, massaging his hands and forearms when they get sore. it doesn’t matter how simple or light the touch is, his heart will always flutter. and you know it.
it’s fighting over who gets to lick the spoon clean of cake batter. having nicknames and inside jokes, going on road trips with best friends, putting daisies in his hair and it’s picking up each other’s good (and bad) habits; the sense of unity.
cold feet under a warm blanket, lazy laughter and lopsided smiles. him being a big lover of physical touch as a form of affection.
he has a stash of love letters he’s never given you. but he’ll mumble lines from the pages in a box under his bed on a rainy night as he’s holding your hand because he doesn’t want this date to be over just yet..
because he’s a hopeless romantic.
katsuki won’t hold anything back —in love, life, and even in fights, he will never back down when it comes to you.
you would find yourself loving life. and maybe that’s simply because bakugo katsuki is in it.
Warnings: Voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~
Word Count: 8k
The first time is an accident.
Katsuki has never noticed the quarter sized hole in the bathroom wall, hiding in plain sight behind his towel rack, blending into the ugly, out of date flower pattern. But two months into his new lease, he sees it.
He sees you. Just beyond the wall is the naked curve of his roommate’s ass, bent over as you dry your legs from the shower. There’s a glimpse of something else, too. Something far more forbidden, peeking out for just a moment between your legs. Wet, inviting, begging to be seen.
A wave of heat flashes in his gut, one that tells him he’s doing something wrong, that he should look away. He shakes his head, looks at himself in the mirror and mumbles a few curses. Katsuki even points a finger at his reflection, scolds himself with a “don’t be a fucking creep.”
But the next time isn’t an accident.
It’s purposeful, a quick pull of his towel off the rack when he hears you rummaging around in your bathroom. Curiosity killed the cat, and Katsuki has been far, far too curious about you since the moment he walked into the shared apartment.
synposis:assigned to be Bakugo’s partner at the Genius Office, Y/N begins to fall for him, finding comfort in the simplicity of their relationship and how easy it is to be around him. a year after dating, bakugo is left to wonder why they had to say goodbye.
content: cussing, mention of drinking/getting drunk, implied death
word count: 2k
a/n: inspired by one of my favorite songs, waterfall by with confidence. i always like writing for bakugo, but it’s been a while and idk how i did on his character here?? idk he’s a bit quieter… lmaoo. anyways hope y’all like this <333
Please leave a message after the tone
BEEP
“Hey Bakugo, it’s Y/N! From the agency. Your deskmate. Even though you said you’d only sit next to me for a few months and then quit to form your own agency, which is very optimistic of you, gotta say. Anyways, I wanted to make sure you had my number just in case you ever needed something… knowing you, though, you won’t ever call. Okay, see you at work!”
“Morning, Bakugo.”
A grunt in response. Y/N peeked over their computer to see Bakugo starting up his own PC with a yawn, his eyes slowly blinking open. “Late shift?”
“Stupid newbies don’t know what they’re doing,” he replied gruffly. Y/N only nodded and went back to their computer screen, not wanting to point out that both of them were still considered newbies, too, having only been working here for a month.
Best Jeanist had taken them in after graduation, and Y/N was thrilled and surprised. They hadn’t worked with him at all throughout high school, having only interacted with a sidekick of his during an internship, but that recommendation had apparently been enough for the agency to offer a spot as a starting sidekick. On a whim, they’d accepted. The only other newbie was Bakugo, so they were both paired up frequently for missions and patrolling, which Y/N didn’t exactly mind, but Bakugo was just… a lot.
From what they knew, he’d gotten a bit better since graduating high school. But he was still more than what Y/N was used to. At least, he was in the first few days. Now Y/N had gotten more than used to his loud voice and the way he sparked up whenever he was angry.
It was hard to avoid him, since they were basically partners. Neither of them said the word aloud, though. Y/N once referred to it as “the p-word” with another coworker, fearing Bakugo would be summoned through the mere use of it. He was evidently still a bit set on doing the whole “rise to the top” thing mainly on his own, though he did accept help often. Asking Y/N for advice on something, letting them handle a certain part of a mission if their quirk was more suited for it. Going to lunch with them. Small things.
The rumors started six months into their time working together, when Y/N was helping Bakugo with his plans to form his own agency with a few of his old classmates, and of course, with Best Jeanist’s blessing. Y/N walked in early one morning, two cups of coffee in hand, ready to work on hunting for a place for the new agency, when a coworker rushed to their side.
“Have you seen the columns?”
The dreaded columns. The heroes didn’t bother calling them by their proper name, and instead referred to it as “the columns” or “the gossip.” It was the section of the daily newspapers basically dedicated to speculating about heroes, and more often than not consisted of rumors and flat out lies. Naturally, every hero read them. Even if they weren’t necessarily true, they were funny to read and joke about with.
“No, what happened?” Y/N asked, setting down their cup on their desk and placing Bakugo’s on his, where he was already hunched over his computer in deep concentration. They’d been coming in an hour early every week just to plan, so they wouldn’t be scolded for doing non-work related things on the clock.
“It’s about you two.” Bakugo barely glanced up from his screen.
“Huh?”
Y/N pulled it up on their computer, too lazy to go into the break room to grab a copy, and thanked their coworker for the heads up before they walked away.
They almost spat out their coffee. The column’s were normally filled with things about a handful of heroes, and this week was no different. The last bit, though, was about Bakugo and Y/N, rising sidekicks at the Genius Office, and what the column’s described as a “rising power couple.”
“Are you seeing this?” Y/N demanded, to which Bakugo merely nodded. He seemed wholeheartedly unbothered.
“So what?” He took a sip of his coffee, meeting Y/N’s gaze. “Isn’t it true?”
Y/N froze.
“I’m sorry, when the hell did you even ask me out?”
BEEP
“Hey, Katsuki. I’m going to the store after work, don’t forget to send me a list of what I need to buy for dinner today. And please don’t get over specific and list the brands, too. You know I’ll buy the cheap ones just to piss you off. See you later, loser.”
“How’s the agency going?”
“Fine. Everything is finally set up, we finished today. Tomorrow’s the first official day.”
“Congratulations! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Y/N frowned at him from across the table, momentarily forgetting about their dinner.
“Busy,” Bakugo replied through a mouthful of food, grinning at Y/N’s wrinkled nose of disgust.
“Hmm, well. I’ll drop by during lunch.”
They’d been dating for almost three months now, and Bakugo had left the Genius Office to found 4A, a hero agency run by him and three other former classmates. Y/N had received an invitation to join, but had declined.
“Why the hell aren’t you joining?” Bakugo had burst into their apartment the morning after they’d emailed Kirishima their reply.
“I like the Genius Office,” Y/N said, completely used to Bakugo breaking into their apartment every now and then. He had a key, but Y/N knew he was always one for dramatic flair. “Plus you leaving left a bit of a gap, and I just got promoted. Dunno, it’s going good. And 4A is your thing, I didn’t wanna impose or anything.”
Bakugo hadn’t said anything after that, just strode across the room to give them a strong kiss, then left. Y/N would never admit it outloud, since he’s ego would expand to the size of the moon, but whenever he did that, give them a surprise kiss, they thought about it for the rest of the week.
Now they were eating dinner together at Bakugo’s house, which was a block away from 4A headquarters. It was routine to see each other after work, crash at each other’s places most nights, and eat dinner together at least once a week. They basically spent all of their free time together, which Y/N was enjoying. Bakugo was a walking furnace, and he was the best cuddle partner. Plus he could cook, liked the same shows as them, and worked in the same field, so he understood a lot of what they went through. Pretty much the perfect partner, Y/N always said to themselves.
They just clicked. Y/N didn’t want to think about it too much, since it was just fun being with Bakugo. Casual. Not too much pressure. Perfect escape from the job.
And Y/N was glad they weren’t the only one who thought so. Bakugo wasn’t over the top romantic, but rather affectionate in other, smaller ways. Making them tea and coffee in the mornings if he left before them, buying them their own set of toiletries to leave at his house, having their favorite snacks in his pantry, always calling them right after they got off work. Y/N always called, too, but Bakugo was horrible about answering his phone sometimes, so they were quick to adopt the habit of leaving voicemails often.
“So what movie should we go watch next week? Know any awful ones we can laugh about?”
BEEP
“Hey Katsu— Bakguo. Fuck. Sorry. Did I leave anything at your house? You can put everything in a box, I’ll drive by and pick it up onTuesday. Thanks.”
“How you holding up?”
“Fine.”
“He’s lying,” Sero and Kaminari replied in unison, not even flinching at the glare Bakugo sent their way.
It had been a week since he’d broken up with Y/N. They’d been dating for over a year, so yeah, it had hurt to suddenly wake up with half of his bed cold, to realize he didn’t have anyone to call after work, to not hear a new voicemail almost every day, to smile at the way their voice always sounded so happy in his ear.
Was he going to admit that out loud, fully sober? Fuck no. They’d have to get him drunk for him to talk about that.
Kirishima ruffled his hair before taking his spot at his desk. “You know you can talk to us, dude. Don’t act like you forgot.”
Kaminari sent him a smile. Sero flashed him a famous grin, sliding him a pack of his favorite candy. Bakugo took it wordlessly and ate it as he stared hard at his computer screen, determined to avoid his friends’ gazes.
What he was most upset about, infuriated, if you will, was the fact that the gossip columns said “it was to be expected.” The breakup quickly spread to the columns and held their attention enough to have over half of it dedicated to the news. They’d gone on and on about how they’d seen the relationship slowly fall apart, how many people had called it from the start, that it wasn’t built to last. They were both “rising heroes,” after all. And young ones, at that. Their entire lives ahead of them. A relationship at this point in their careers didn’t make sense.
And that was the end of that in terms of their relationship in the columns. But as the weeks dragged by, Bakugo kept reflecting on their time together.
Y/N had been the one to bring up ending it.
“I just… I think we both knew, didn’t we?” They’d looked so sad, staring at him with those tearful eyes. He’d searched in vain to find any sign of hesitation in them. “I really liked being with you, Katsuki. I just think it’s time we both focus on ourselves right now, on our careers. I know you feel the same, I just wanted to be the one to tell you I understand.” He didn’t feel the same, he wanted to scream. Why should they break up? Wasn’t everything going well, didn’t Y/N just say that? Why ruin something that was perfect?
They’d hugged him one last time, crying into his shoulder, and then left.
The next week, Bakugo heard on the news Y/N and a few other heroes were being sent abroad on a joint mission. Even hearing their name made his chest ache, so Bakugo elected to avoiding the news. His influx of information on recent events came from 4A anyways, there was no point listening to the news every night waiting to hear Y/N’s name just to feel that ache again.
One night, after a gruelling day of work, he mindlessly left the TV on the news channel, thinking it had been almost a month, he’d be okay now. He was almost half asleep when he heard Y/N’s name mentioned and he sat up, wide awake.
Y/N among one of the ten other heroes who are reportedly missing in action after a villain with an unknown quirk attacked the task force late last night. Other task force members are still searching for the missing heroes, along with local authorities. International agencies are being called to the scene and are expected to join the investigation later today…
Missing.
He’s reaching for his phone before he even knows what he’s doing.
One ring. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Hello, this is Y/N! Sorry I can’t answer the phone right now, I’m probably busy. And I like the way the automated voice lady says it, so lemme imitate it, hold on. Please leave a message after the tone.
BEEP.
You may now hang up to send your message. To review your message press 2. To re-record your message press 3. To send your message—
synopsis:bakugo usually refrains from reading articles about him, since all they do is tick him off. the media never seems to paint him in a positive light. that is, until he reads an article that does. y/n is an up and coming journalist and avid hero fan, and is the first to interview the rising sidekick ground zero.
content: swearing, strangers to friends to lovers, bestie kirishima, hero geek y/n, bakugo is nice sometimes, speculation on the hero world bc the possibilities are endless
Bakugo had read his fair share of articles on other hero’s growing up, but ever since he actually became one he started to steer clear of them. At first he was glad people were writing about him. It was about time he was noticed for his actions.
And yes, he was acknowledged for whatever heroic act he’d done that week, but there was always a but, an although, a however. Journalists loved talking about how he scowled at photographers, refused to do any one on one interviews, and was never very warm with fans. In Bakugo’s defense, that was just the type of person he was. His coworkers assured him that his fans didn’t mind his “bitchy” demeanor (he hated this particular description of himself. He was anything but bitchy). And it was hard to not scowl at those annoying reporters, who always shoved aside any of his fans for the sake of taking a picture of him.
“They’re just doing their jobs,” Kirishima had said when Bakugo shared his frustrations with him. The two were at his apartment getting a drink, a once a month tradition that had begun when they both started working as sidekicks in the prohero world. Kirishima worked for a different agency, but Bakugo still ended up seeing him much more than he would’ve liked. Still, he was one of his best friends, and he couldn’t push him away, especially since he offered annoyingly good advice.
“I’ve met my fair share of annoying reporters, even though we’re still fairly new to all this,” Kirishima continued. “But there’s a handful of respectable ones. At least that’s what I’ve heard from some of the veterans at the agency.”
Bakugo scowled at the memory, drinking his morning coffee even faster than usual. He had yet to meet one of those more “respectable” reporters. He huffed to himself as he finished his coffee and quickly got ready for his shift, rushing out the door before the sun had even risen.
He was fond of the earlier shifts, the ones at odd hours. He didn’t get them often, and he wasn’t exactly able to request them, since his hours were odd enough as it was. But when they did happen he relished in the quiet of the city at midnight, at the peacefulness of the office when he went in for a bit to do paperwork. Sure, he missed out on action those days, but everyone in the agency had slow days at least once a month. Boss said it kept them sharp.
Bakugo popped into the agency to sign in for his shift, nodding idly at anyone just finishing their shifts. He changed into his costume and left once more, walking along the dark city streets. He was on high alert, especially since it was way too quiet. Usually he’d hear a car alarm, help out any police units with an odd cat burglar. But today it was eerily silent. As though the city were preparing for something big.
An hour passed; the silence remained. Bakugo kept checking his comms, ensuring they were still operational. He’d been checking them periodically for the past hour, but now he didn’t hear the familiar buzz when he checked it. Instead he heard static and a high pitched beep, so piercing he yanked his comms out of his ears.
He radioed in to the agency, and was met with more static. He was on his own.
It was almost 3AM, he was halfway across the city, much too far to run back to the agency for backup. Bakugo scowled at the thought. He didn’t need any help. And if anyone in the area was patrolling, they’d figure out what was about to happen, too.
The past few weeks the news had been filled with the story of two otherwise low-life villains who’d teamed up. One of them had an unconfirmed technology-based quirk, and the other one had a pyrokinetic quirk. Bakugo was up to date on their whereabouts thanks to the agency, and how close they were getting to their district. They’d gone silent a week ago, but now it looked like they were back.
They weren’t much of a threat, in Bakugo’s opinion. They mainly messed with the police and blew up an odd abandoned building or too, and no one had been hurt yet. It did cost a lot of damage to surrounding businesses and houses, though. More of a nuisance than dangerous attack.
But this particular part of the city was filled with apartment complexes. If they were close enough to mess with communication systems, then they were in the neighborhood. Miles away from the lone warehouses they’d been blowing up. Bakugo cursed under his breath as he jogged, scanning dark alleys for anything suspicious. He only encountered a few people as he ran, and told them to get inside, quick. They quickly obliged. He didn’t know how far these two villains were willing to escalate, but he couldn’t risk them taking an innocent hostage off the street. And he highly doubted they would blow up an apartment building. The entire hero and police force would be after them if they did.
He was nearing the shopping area of town when he heard whispering from an alley behind a cafe his coworkers often frequented. A few blocks from any residential areas. And every business on the street was closed—he was the only person around.
The whispering grew louder as he cautiously approached the alley to his right. His communications were still down, and he noticed the lights around the street were off as far as he could see.
“You need a doctor!” he heard a voice hiss, and another quickly shushed it.
“No,” the second voice replied, sounding a bit breathless. “I’m fine.”
Bakugo risked a peek over the cafe’s wall. Two people were sitting at the very end of the alley. The guy was sprawled out on the ground, a small puddle of blood near his leg. The girl was frantically applying pressure to the wound, but Bakugo figured that would do little to help. The guy did need a doctor.
He leaned back, hiding himself from view. It was safe to assume the guy was the pyro, and since he was injured it should be safe for Bakugo to use his quirk. The girl must’ve been controlling the tech around her, though he wasn’t sure how she’d messed with the lights. The only light source was the full moon above him and the odd star or too visible despite the light pollution. He could easily take them both in, though it’d be better to have someone else handle the arrest and containment. And they’d naturally try to attack him when they saw he wasn’t friendly.
He started hiding any visible weapons or obvious pro-hero things that were at his side behind him, shifting his belt. He slipped off his arm cannons and set them down carefully. His costume was the biggest issue, but thankfully he always had a spare t-shirt stuffed into a side pocket. He slipped it on over his costume, pulling it over his hidden support items, and stepped out into the alley.
“What’re you dumbasses doing?”
The guy immediately sat up, shooting out a feeble spray of fire that barely reached the ground in front of Bakugo’s feet. The girl scrambled to her feet, her hand in her hoodie pocket, gripping something. They were a few years older than him, by the looks of it. Hard looks of defiance in their eyes, ready to put up a fight. He almost snorted.
“Who’re you?” the girl snarled, bringing out a taser from her pocket. It was missing its outer casing, and she was holding it by the wires while pointing the front of it at him.
“I live here,” he answered, just as nasty. The two glanced around at that, eyeing the dumpster a few feet from them and the trash littered in the alley.
Okay, maybe not the best approach. Bakugo was suddenly very grateful for the courses he’d taken as a mandate to enter the hero agency he worked at now. One of them had been an undercover course, and at the time he thought it was a stupid waste of time. He wasn’t planning on being a spy, or infiltrating some villain gang anytime soon. But in a situation like the one he was in now, the tips he’d learned were coming in handy.
“Yeah, well, we’re a bit busy, so go find some other place to sleep,” the girl replied, still pointing the taser at him. The guy was still sitting up, though his face was quickly losing its color.
“Get back!” the girl screeched suddenly, the wires sparking with electricity. Bakugo felt someone else standing behind him. He half turned to see a somewhat familiar police officer, who was resting his hand on his gun at his side.
“Is there a problem here?” The officer was looking from Bakugo to the villains and back.
“No, officer there isn’t—”
But it was apparently too late. The girl shot a line of electricity straight at the cop, and it would’ve hit him in the face if Bakugo hadn’t intercepted it with his fire. It hissed as it went out.
He vaguely heard the officer calling for backup, shouting down the street, as Bakugo lurched forward, tackling the villains to the ground. The girl screamed and kicked at him, the taser whirring to life in her hands, but he quickly chucked it out of her grasp. The pyro was pinned beneath him, but he still somehow managed to wriggle an arm free and shoot a strong line of fire out blindly. Bakugo cursed and used his free hand to grab an anaesthetic shot he had in his array of “goodies” as Kirishima loved to call them. He jammed it into the guys arm and he went limp, and he used the other one on the girl. He climbed off of them, breathing hard. His t-shirt was full of holes from the near miss of both the taser and the fire, but he was otherwise fine.
He signaled for the police to come closer, and he got out of there way as they handcuffed them. The officer who’d found him bowed in apology, but Bakugo waved him off, finally walking out of the alley and into the street. He’d thought the pyro’s wild burst of fire had been random and a resort of his panic, but he’d been aiming, it seemed, for the only shop visible from the alley.
It was on fire, its windows shattered from the force of the pyro’s blast. The police were already keeping a crowd of concerned people away. Bakugo moved to radio in for firefighters when he heard someone screaming louder than anyone else in the crowd.
“The shop owners are still in there!” The man yelled, the crowd loudly agreeing. “They live up there!”
Bakugo dropped his radio and sprinted inside, ignoring the police’s shouts to wait for backup. He noticed this was the only shop that was two stories, one for the business and the other for residents. At first glance it just looked like a normal two-story business, and Bakugo hadn’t noticed it much when he was talking to the villains, but this must’ve been what they were going to sabotage next. The pyro had shot out a line of fire straight at it, and the alley was right in its line of view. How he’d gotten hurt before they could finish the plan, Bakugo didn’t know. That wasn’t his concern at the moment.
The heat was almost unbearable inside, but he didn’t stick around enough to feel it. He hurried up the stairs, which were barely beginning to catch fire. Upstairs the layout was like any apartment, and he saw the shop owners huddling as far away from the door as possible. They looked old, and the smoke was probably wearing them down too much for them to walk down the stairs on their own. Bakugo scooped them up easily, one over each shoulder, and was about to leave with them when the woman shouted for him to wait.
“Our cat!” she yelled. “He’s still here!”
Bakugo cursed and glanced around wildly for it, and spotted it trapped out on the fire escape, howling and scratching at the open crack of the window. Fire escape.
Bakugo slammed the door leading to the stairs closed and instead clambered out the fire escape, carefully setting down the wife and then her husband, then climbing out himself. He scooped them back up as best as he could and descended down, the cat resting on the woman’s back, its claws digging into Bakugo’s shoulder. Somehow he made it down fine and was able to lower them into the paramedics awaiting arms as the window they’d just made it out of exploded above. The crowd cheered when he clambered down from the fire escape, covered in soot and coughing from the smoke. He gave them a small smile before following a paramedic, desperate for an oxygen mask. He hated smoke.
Two ambulances sped away with the couple (and their cat—Bakugo had made sure to set the cat down on the woman’s gurney) and soon reporters were on the scene talking into mics and facing cameras. Bakugo was away from the fire and crowd, and his coworker found him easily.
He couldn’t remember getting back to the agency, or home for that matter. The paramedic must’ve cleared him, and then his coworker and deskmate, Affable, had to have dragged him back to the agency and then his apartment. Bakugo was grateful he wasn’t taken to the hospital—the press somehow always found him, and he hated being seen in those hideous hospital gowns. It made him look weak, small. He could sleep off sheer exhaustion and a smidge of smoke inhalation on his own.
And yet, what he couldn’t escape was Kirishima.
“Morning!” Bakugo groaned and stepped aside to let him in, still too tired to argue with anyone. It was the ass crack of dawn, and since he’d been given the day off to rest, Bakugo had planned to do just that. Kirishima had others plans, it seemed.
“I’m off work right now,” Kirishima said, sitting down on the couch and dropping the newspaper he was carrying onto Bakugo’s coffee table in front of the TV. “And look what I picked up on my way to check on you.”
Bakugo sat down on the other edge of the couch, snatching the newspaper off the table to examine it.
The front page was unimportant, something about a politician Bakugo didn’t care very much about, but Kirishima told him to flip to the next page. He did, not sure why he was listening to him, and saw what Kirishima must’ve been talking about.
Why this picture and its story that followed weren’t front page news, he didn’t know. It was a shot of Bakugo heading down the fire escape with the shop owners and their cat, the fire blazing around him. There was an article below it, taking up the top half of the page. Kirishima settled down for a short nap on the couch as Bakugo read it.
The newspaper was pretty well known—Bakugo himself read it online weekly. He even remembered seeing the journalist’s name a few times. Y/N.
They were damn good, whoever they were. Bakugo assumed they were on the scene from how well written the article was. But everything was taken directly from the eyewitnesses on the scene: the shop owners who’d been among the crowd in the street, and even the old couple themselves. We’ve written to the young man’s agency, and if he reads this article I hope he knows we are very grateful for all he did for us!
“It’s good right?” Kirishima was eyeing him from the other side of the couch, a small smile on his face. Bakugo just scoffed and tossed it back on the couch, reaching for the TV remote.
“I guess.”
It was better than good, if he was being honest. It reminded him of the articles he used to read when he was younger, the ones about his favorite heroes. There wasn’t an iota of bad mouthing directed at him, everything was simple and straight to the point, which would seem average to anyone else. But in the hero world where trivial things were always getting blown out of proportion or where a single second could make or break you, it was a great thing for his career. He hoped.
When he returned to work he found the newspaper clipping hung up on the bulletin board specialized for news articles on the agency’s heroes. Seeing it considerably brightened his mood to the point where he didn’t mind extra paperwork. He was to remain on desk duty for the whole day, and then return to his regular shifts. Normally he would’ve demanded to be on patrol, but he quietly took the desk duty with no complaints (which raised a few eyebrows) and sped through his tasks for the day. By lunch time he had some freedom to do as he pleased, so he sat with his lunch and read past news articles.
They were all from the newspaper that had published his fire rescue, and all by the same author. Y/N seemed to be an up and coming journalist from what Bakugo gathered. All of their pieces were great, with personal eye witness accounts and even some with the heroes themselves, which Bakugo knew was hard to get often. They’d even done some sit down interviews, although not as big as those hour-long sit downs they aired on TV sometimes. These were all through the newspaper and online. No video or anything, just a typed up transcript of their conversation with laid out background information on the hero being interviewed.
Bakugo had always refused one-on-one interviews, and his agency had let him avoid them. He was still pretty new to hero work, and Bakugo had figured such a personal interview was something he could do when he had his own agency or something (which he had planned out to happen in a little over a year from now). Right now he was focusing on his job.
But the fact that this Y/N person had made him actually want to read a one-on-one interview with Deku that they’d done a few months ago made him reconsider.
He abruptly stood, startling a few of his coworkers that were eating lunch around him. He stalked towards Boss’s office and opened the door after he knocked. Boss was eating her lunch, too, it seemed, and she waved Bakugo inside. He stood in front of her desk, waiting for her to finish chewing before he spoke.
“I saw that article the Daybreak wrote on you!” She beamed at him, momentarily forgetting about her sandwich. “Great job.”
He bowed stiffly, not wanting to get scolded (again) for being rude.
“So, what can I do for you?” She leaned back in her chair, eyeing him with sparkling eyes as though she already knew what he was going to ask.
“If they ask for an interview, I’ll accept.”
Boss smiled at him. “Okay, I’ll let PR know you’re willing. Y/N-san, right?”
He contained his surprise, nodding stiffly instead.
“Yeah, they’re great, best of the best right now. Good eye Bakugo! I’ll let the correct people know. Get out so I can eat!” She smiled and went back to her food, and Bakugo bowed again and left. As he closed the door behind him he saw heads turning away from him swiftly. Nosy ass coworkers. He went back to his desk, satisfied.
The weeks crawled by. Bakugo did a group interview with a few of the other sidekicks in the agency, and it went well in his eyes. He was told the agency was bombarded with more requests, but they’d declined them politely. There was a limit to how much time they could be off prancing in front of cameras in Boss’s eyes. But the times interviews and public things of the sort were presented to anyone in the agency, they were big opportunities that had big results. No one questioned Boss much, and Bakugo had learned not too either.
“Bakugo!” she barked, making him jump slightly in surprise. His deskmate snickered quietly and immediately went back to his paperwork when he glared at them, standing to walk to Boss’s office. Sometimes she’d call all of them in randomly, just to check on them, or ask how patrol went. He figured this would be one of those times.
He stepped into her office and immediately noticed someone sitting in the chair in front of her desk.
“Sit, sit,” Boss said from her seat. “Exciting news for you!”
He sat, eyeing the stranger warily. They offered him a tentative smile in greeting.
“This is Y/N from the Daybreak Times. They reached out wanting to interview with you, and PR accepted on your behalf.” Y/N was watching him closely, almost anxiously, as though expecting him to decline on the spot.
“Okay.”
“Splendid,” Boss smiled at them both. Y/N’s shoulders visibly relaxed. “I’ll let you guys work out the details, and if you need anything Y/N let me or anyone in PR know! This’ll be great for the agency and especially for Bakugo, we’re pleased you wanted to interview him.” She escorted them both out and then disappeared deeper into the building, leaving the two of them alone at Bakugo’s desk. His neighbor Affable had apparently left for patrol, and Bakugo realized he was supposed to leave soon, too.
He sat down and motioned for Y/N to do the same. They scrambled to sit down across from him, taking out a small notepad and pen.
“Thanks so much for accepting this interview offer, Ground Zero,” Y/N said, flipping to an empty page in their notepad. “I’ve interviewed two of UA’s top three, and with you that makes all three! It’s truly an honor.”
Bakugo raised his eyebrows. He hadn’t realized that until they’d mentioned it. Shit, was this a mistake?
But Y/N seemed perfectly fine. Not that Bakugo had anything to base this experience off of, since this was his first interview.
“I read that article you wrote about me,” he said. “That’s why I agreed.”
Y/N paused in their fidgeting, the pen falling onto the desk. “The fire rescue one?”
He nodded.
“Wow, I honestly didn’t think… Thank you.” Any nervousness they seemed to have had before faded away. Bakugo realized he must be tearing down every single misconception and assumption about him. He’d changed quite a lot since high school, and Y/N seemed to be an avid hero follower, so they must be figuring that out as they both talked, too.
“So this interview really goes anyway you’d like it to,” Y/N continued to fiddle with the pen. “I’ve done enough to know that every hero steers them in unique directions. Have you by any chance read or seen any recently?”
I’ve read all of the ones you’ve done.“Yes.”
“Great! Boss told me you have patrol and will be back in the evening, which gives me some time to work on the preface of the interview and do some more research. I’ll be here when you return.” They pulled out a laptop from their bag and set it down on the desk. Bakugo was already dressed to go, so he just strapped on any gear he needed before he left.
“Are we doing the interview when I get back?” He did have the rest of the night off, just to catch up on paperwork.
“If you’d like, sure. We can also go to a cafe or anywhere else you’d be comfortable. I’m fine doing it here, too,” Y/N glanced up from their laptop. “All up to you. I know you’re busy and I don’t want to take up a lot of your time.”
He nodded and left, raising his hand in goodbye when Y/N wished him a good patrol.
He spent the next few hours idly thinking of interview responses. From the ones he’d read, it was more of a conversation between them, excluding much of Y/N’s added commentary he was assuming. Deku’s had been a bit more personal, but Bakugo was sure it was because he’d been okay with that. Half and half’s had been strictly about his hero work and had no mention of his father. Y/N really meant it was up to the hero being interviewed, and that made Bakugo feel glad he’d agreed to this.
It was a surprisingly quiet afternoon. Bakugo only bullied a few old ladies into walking across the street with him and helped a kid look for their dog. Boring any other day, but just what he needed today. He wasn’t too tired to talk with Y/N.
Bakugo had been looking forward to this way too much. It was out of character for him—even he was aware of that. He wasn’t exactly sure why, either. It was ridiculous to assume he had a crush on Y/N. He hadn’t met them before today, and he wasn’t dumb enough to waste his time with a relationship right now.
Y/N was exactly where they’d been a few hours ago. There was a half eaten muffin beside them and a cup of coffee, and they were rapidly typing away on their laptop when Bakugo sat down across from them.
“Hello. Affable let me use his desk, he said he was done for the day anyway,” Y/N paused from their typing to greet him “This place is incredible, I can’t believe even your deskmate is so cool.”
Bakugo was briefly reminded of Deku because of the way Y/N was awed by something as small as his deskmate. Affable was nice, yeah. He put up with Bakugo, and he guessed that was precisely why Boss had sat them next to each other. It was sort of hard to hate the guy, as much as Bakugo had tried the first few days he worked here.
“Lemme just go change,” Bakugo finished signing his timecard on his phone and stood back up. “Be right back.”
Even the locker room was pretty quiet. Evenings were odd at the agency, since most people were out on patrol. But Bakugo had had his schedule adjusted today, probably by Boss herself so he could have time for the interview. He wouldn’t have to go out on patrol again until the next night. He changed into his civilian close, hung his costume back up in his locker, and went back to his desk.
“So,” Bakugo said, sitting down at his desk across from Y/N. They’d moved their laptop to the side and had a voice recorder set where the two desks met. They were fidgeting with their pen and notepad again. “Why’re you a hero nerd?”
Y/N cracked a smile at that. “How do you mean?”
“I read your articles,” Bakugo confessed. “Most of them are hero centered. Just wondering why.”
Y/N had that same look from earlier when he’d told them he’d read the fire rescue article. “You know, I didn’t expect you to do your research on me.” They smiled at him again, easily, like they hadn’t just met him today. “Anyway, I’m a ‘hero nerd’ because my parents were heroes.”
Bakugo raised his eyebrows in surprise. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it hadn’t been that.
“They retired when I was born, since they wanted to stick around and raise me. Now they teach other young heroes and stuff. I knew I never wanted to be like them, though. I loved learning about heroes more than pretending to be one as a kid, and that sort of stuck with me. What about you, are you what you’d consider a ‘hero nerd’?” Y/N tapped the voice recorder to let Bakugo know they were recording, and he realized that just like that, the interview had started.
Y/N was incredibly easy to talk to, he learned. They let him steer the conversation, asking questions they seemed to come up with then and there and only checking their laptop list occasionally. They took notes as they talked to him and nodded a lot in understanding to let him know they were still listening. They talked for well over an hour, until Y/N finally reached over to turn off the recorder.
“Thank you, Ground Zero,” Y/N beamed. “Wasn’t so bad was it?” They hesitated. “You know, the Daybreak reached out for an interview a while ago. Before I started doing them. Why’d you decline then?”
Bakugo didn’t even know they’d asked. The agency must’ve declined for him after he’d let them know he wasn’t up for any of them yet—at least not the longer, more intimate ones.
“I wasn’t willing to do them before,” he answered. “And reporters love to taint my name, I wasn’t about to give them even more chances to. But your writing is different, so I said that if you asked, I’d agree.”
“To me? Specifically to me?” Y/N looked as though they were on the verge of tears. Bakugo stared, unsure of what to do. He didn’t have any tissues at his desk, did he?
“Sorry!” Y/N sniffled, rubbing at their watery eyes. “It just… means a lot that you liked my writing so much. I’m still sort of new to this, like you are, and I’m really happy you were willing to sit down with me. Especially because of how the media treats you and how you feel about it. I’m really sorry about that.”
They smiled at him, and Bakugo knew he was fucked in that moment. What sort of lovesick moron finds someone they’ve just seen almost burst into tears at a nice comment attractive?
This moron, apparently.
“Why’re you bringing me along again?”
“Because. I don’t trust myself right now.”
Kirishima laughed, loudly at that. Thankfully they were both in “civilian disguises” of baseball hats and sunglasses, so no one recognized them.
It had been a few weeks since the interview. It was Bakugo’s day off, and Y/N was meeting with him to share the final interview that was to be published next week. They’d explained they usually did this with interviewees, a tradition they hoped would catch on between both fields of work.
Since Bakugo had shared why he wasn’t fond of interviews and the press in general, Y/N had been a whirlwind of text updates. (They’d exchanged numbers after the interview to set a date to meet before publication.)
I offered to proofread lots of hero articles this week >:) that means I can discourage the talk of meaningless shit like off duty outfits and attitude bc tbh its not relevant in journalism. We aren’t the fucking paparazzi
Bakugo cackled out loud whenever Y/N sent updates. He thought they wouldn’t react well to his profanity, but they swore as much as he did when they were talking about “reforming hero journalism.”
He occasionally sent back reactions, but mainly he just read the messages. A few days ago he had the brilliant idea to invite along Kirishima, thinking Y/N would love the chance to meet another hero and as an excuse to have someone to chaperone him, because that’s just where he was at right now.
Bakugo hadn’t had a crush in years, and he wasn’t about to fall for the only reporter that was nice to him and willing to go out of their way to change the constructs of journalism for him. When he’d shared this with Kirishima, his friend had wiped away an imaginary tear. “That’s so fucking romantic dude. If you don’t marry Y/N I will.” Bakugo had chased him around the apartment for a few minutes after that comment.
But Kirishima agreed to go to lunch with him. “You should be glad my schedule left me with lunch free today,” Kirishima grinned as they neared the restaurant. “This place is perfect! Secluded, not too much foot traffic. Y/N’s smart.” It was a small restaurant with outdoor dining, with trees all around.
Bakugo agreed—even the food smelled great. They both quickly spotted Y/N, who was sitting in the back, farthest from the entrance. Y/N waved them over, already smiling.
“It’s so nice to meet you,” they practically squealed at Kirishima after they were properly introduced and sat down. “Bakugo-san has the coolest friends.”
Kirishima was smiling as bright as Y/N, and he turned briefly to wiggle his eyebrows at Bakugo. He’d told Y/N they could call him Bakugo if they’d like, and Y/N had started to oblige.
The three sat down and ordered, then Y/N pulled out the article as soon as the waiter was out of earshot. “I printed it this morning! Everyone’s jealous since I’m the first to ever interview you.” Bakugo had never seen Y/N this happy. “Our editor loved it! Thank you so much for being willing to have the interview, Bakugo-san.”
Bakugo grinned. “Damn right they should be jealous.” Kirishima laughed and nudged him.
“Move it over here so I can read it too!”
Bakugo set it down between them, and they started to read. Y/N fiddled with their drink while they read, something he’d noticed they did when they were nervous.
They had no reason to be nervous. The article was beautifully written, and he was totally unbiased in his opinion.
By the end of it Kirishima was laughing so hard a few people glanced over, and Bakugo had to shush him with a swift kick to the shin. He slapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes full of mirth.
“This was great Y/N,” he whispered, much quieter than necessary. “I never knew Bakugo had a sense of humor.”
Bakugo sat back in his seat, satisfied. Y/N had stopped fidgeting and was smiling again, wider than he’d ever seen. “I’m so happy you guys liked it! And also, there’ll be a picture of you online Bakugo-san, the one my coworker took last week.” Bakugo nodded. His mom had sent him makeup tips when he’d made the mistake to tell her what he’d been up to, but his skin was “perfectly-fucking-fine” and didn’t need any.
He was actually excited for it to be published.
Kirishima was asking for Y/N’s phone number, and Bakugo was pissed for about a second before he realized Kirishima would never do something like that, and his intentions were pure. “If you ever want to interview me just ask!” Y/N was nodding enthusiastically and saying they’d be sure to get back to him as soon as they asked their boss about it.
Their food came and they ate as they continued talking. Kirishima talked about his favorite heroes with Y/N, recent missions he’d been on, and his coworkers. Y/N practically fainted when Kirishima said he’d tell Kaminari, who was always enthusiastic about getting “some press attention,” that Y/N was searching for more heroes to interview to add to their portfolio and impress their boss.
Y/N asked how Deku and Shoto were doing. Bakugo wasn’t very close with them, but Kirishima had kept tabs on everyone they graduated with, so he was more than helpful in filling Y/N in one probably too much “gossip.” It made Bakugo happy, seeing them talk as though they were old friends. It must’ve shown on his face because when he wasn’t looking Kirishima snapped a picture of him and proceeded to gush about it with Y/N.
“Look, he’s practically smiling!” They both erupted into a fit of giggles similar to what is expected of grade schoolers. Bakugo glared at them without malice and finished up his food to hide his smile.
The next week the interview was published, and the second he walked into the agency for his shift everyone hurried back to their desks, failing to hide smiles. They’d been crowding around the bulletin board, where Bakugo’s interview picture had been pinned. He looked damn good in his picture, so he sat down without any complaints.
“Morning Bakugo!” Affable was as cheery as ever. “I read your interview, great stuff.”
“Thanks,” Bakugo answered. Boss waved at him from her office and went back to her phone call, amiably gesturing as though whoever was on the other line could see her. He turned back to his desk and saw that Affable had tears in his eyes.
“Woah what—”
“You’ve never said thank you to a compliment before!” Affable all but sobbed. Bakugo refrained from visibly cringing away from him.
“That’s not true,” he said defensively, wracking his brain for an example. “I’m nice to you aren’t I?”
Affable nodded and blew his nose with a tissue he’d summoned from somewhere. His quirk was heightened senses, and Bakugo had always assumed it also meant his feelings were heightened since he was a pretty emotioinally smart dude. Bakugo admired him quite a bit, and he was a good deskmate. Had he been that terrible to everyone? No. He would’ve been scolded thoroughly—Boss valued friendliness in the agency.
“Sorry,” Affable replied. “That interview just showed a side of you I’d never seen. I also watched way too many sad commercial compilations this morning so I guess that’s still affecting me.”
“Cheer up Saito!” someone called from far away. Affable raised a hand in thanks. “Y/N-san did a great job with your interview, can you pass that along?”
“Sure,” Bakugo said, already sitting down to text them. “They’ll be happy to hear that.”
Affable stopped mid nose-blow, realization on his face. “Oho!”
“Don’t.”
“Okay,” Affable, or Saito, as Bakugo figured he should be calling him, hid a smile behind his tissue. “I don’t need my enhanced hearing to know your heart rate spiked Bakugo. Have you told them?”
Bakugo was suddenly grateful he had warmed up to Saito the past year. He realized he had one or two friends in the agency and wasn’t the badass lone wolf he thought he’d been. Y/N’s interview had also opened his eyes to that.
“No, I haven’t,” he replied gruffly.
“Hmm. You should!” He stood suddenly. “Well, patrol time. See ya.” And with that he rushed out of the building, before Bakugo could harass him about what the hell that meant.
And then, almost on impulse, he reopened his texts and typed out a message for Y/N.
Hey wanna go out sometime?
He slammed his phone back onto his desk, along with his forehead. The buzz of a notification startled him into an upright sitting position again.
Ofc ;) i’ll pick u up after ur shift we can go out for late night tacos <3
He held back a scream when he realized he’d texted Kirishima instead of Y/N.
SHITTY HAIR I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GOING TO MARCH OVER THERE AND KICK YOUR ASS WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME THIS WAS THE WRONG NUMBER I FUCKING HATE YOUSIDJFLASDKJLASDJGSL
AHAHAHAHAHAH I’M SENDING THIS TO THE GROUP CHAT WE HAVE WITH Y/N
Needless to say, Y/N did end up picking him up after his shift, and they did go out for food. And the next day, and the next.
Bakugo hasn’t done a one-on-one interview since, because he feels like they’ve already served their purpose.
✸ BAKUGO huffs out a laugh when your head comes to rest on his shoulder not even halfway through the movie youinsisted on watching. if you were awake, he’d say “i told you so,” but he was willing to set his competitive nature aside to shamelessly stare at your sleeping figure. while the sight of you resting so tranquilly was one he could swear he’d never get tired of, he’d rather you not wake up with a sore neck due to what had to have been an uncomfortable position. so he carefully slides a hand beneath your head, slipping out from under you before hooking his arm below your knees and effortlessly carrying you back to the bedroom. he’s quick to shut off the tv and lights before joining you on the mattress and wrapping you in his warmth.
✸ DEKU only realizes you’ve knocked out when you fail to answer his question even after he repeats himself. he figures either the soothing circles he was tracing on your arm or the sound of his voice as he rambled on about the book he was reading must have lulled you asleep. your head had made a home on his lap and the rise and fall of your chest was steady with slumber. the last thing he wants to do is wake you, so he leaves you be, keeping as still as he can as he reaches over to grab the blanket hanging from the arm of the couch. unfolding it comes as a bit of a challenge, but he easily drapes the fabric over you, brushing any hair away from your forehead to place a kiss on the skin.
✸ SERO smiles and pulls out his phone, seeing it as an opportunity to expand the content of his camera roll. he even goes as far as making cute little poses, but nothing enough to disturb you; like forming half of a heart with his hand and holding it up to your cheek with a goofy grin playing at his lips as he presses the shutter button. when he’s had his fun using you as a model, he browses through each photo he’s taken before he lands on the one he likes the most, setting it as his new lock screen. he knows you’ll end up giving him shit for it the next morning, and while the does smirk that appears on his face whenever you point an accusing finger at him for taking unflattering pictures of you is inevitable, he truly does find you beautiful when you’re asleep.
✸ SHINSOU is more than familiar with your tendency to crawl on top of him and get comfortable as if you were one of his beloved feline friends. though, your cheek is usually pressed to his chest so that you can see the television. if not that, your chin rests on his sternum as you tell him about your day, your fingers leisurely running through his hair. so when you’re unimpressed groans at the events playing out on your favorite show fail to fill the room, shinsou’s focus turns from his phone to your unmoving figure. the light that reflects in your irises as you stare intently at the screen is missing, traded in for closed eyelids and thick eyelashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks. he silently smiles, locking his phone and setting it to the side before wrapping his arms around you to join you in dreamland.
thanks for reading! comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
ೃ gaaah i missed writing for (1) explosive boy so here’s a little something i whipped up to make up for my inactivity here on tumblr! hope you enjoy! <3 (reblogs + cute tags help a lot and make me smile!)
ೃ dedicated to rai ♡ thank you for being chaotic w me (+ je-anne) since day 1
She takes one step.
Then another.
Her heels clicking on the floor as if she paints the floor gold with every step.
(Y/N) reminds me of the sun.
As if a halo floats above her pretty locks and whenever she catches me staring at her, I feel horns grow on my temples, as if I’m the devil damned by the angel herself.
When I kiss her, it feels like the earth is moving and I am moving with it.
She smiles like she knows what you are thinking (And she always does)
Ya know, I’m not one for this cheesy poetic shit.
I know I’m smart (that’s for sure) and I know how to woo girls with my looks. Not to mention, I have the coolest fucking quirk of em’ all. (Deku could never compare) None of that has ever been a problem.
But… do you ever just get that stupid feeling when you’re with that person? When you see that person?
When your eyes meet, all of time ceases to exist? The dying seconds frozen like the cascading red leaves kissed by autumn frost.
I have never believed in love at first sight.
After all, Love is for fools. Shit’s cliche. Overrated. Tiring.
Until now.
The more days I spend with her wrapped in my arms, providing her with that sense of comfort; the feeling of home… I become even more vulnerable.
I’m not supposed to be weak.
I’m not supposed to let my walls down.
But she makes me feel as if it’s okay to bring my guard down. She makes me feel safe. I don’t have to be the explosive brat that everyone loves and hates.
I don’t have to be Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight who’s loud, powerful and always speaks his mind.
She makes me feel as if I’m just Katsuki Bakugo.
I can just be myself around her.
There was no fanfare or fireworks show. Just a quiet knowing somewhere deep within my heart.
What I feel for her is love…
And she completes me.
“What'chu thinking about?” (Y/N) purses her lips, approaching me with a spring in her step, her hands resting on her hips. The simple beauty she radiates glowing so effervescently. “Better not be thinking about yelling at Kaminari again is it?”
bakugo katsuki was a hardworking man. he worked his ass off to become number one, he did everything in his power to make japan as safe as he could and made sure that his daughter went to sleep knowing that her daddy was doing something good despite coming home late.
his agency was the best there was, housing heroes and sidekicks alike, all high in rank, and bakugo made damn sure that he be remembered.
so despite having the most top-of-line workers and most talented employees, bakugo katsuki did not expect to have somebody in the agency at 12:38 pm on a friday.
there was a lone light at the end of the agency, a computer keyboard clicking quickly as though it was normal this time of night.
he was alone as he trudged through the hallways, gauntlets heavy and clanking against his suit as he raised a tired eyebrow to see exactly which maniac was still in office.
and his eyes landed on you.
he’d seen you before, once, maybe twice, but he’d never really gotten the chance to know you all that well. he’s interviewed you once to be his assistant, and seeing that your family basically ran half the agencies in japan, he was quick to hire, not giving it much thought as you walked through the office a week ago. he was in desperate need of new assistants.
he watched for another second as you shuffled through some papers, your eyes drooping from obvious sleep deprivation as you stifled a yawn.
you rubbed your eyes, blinking each as you looked up, running a hand through your hair as you looked around the office, letting out the cutest yelp he’d ever heard when you saw him standing there.
“h-hello!” you gave a small, awkward wave, shuffling as you tried to clean up the mess that was your desk until you gave up seconds in, sighing as you shut your eyes, trying to revive yourself awake, “sorry sir, i’‘l just be um,” you bit the inside of your cheek as you winced at your clumsy tone, “i’m almost done,” you weren’t, and quite honestly you guessed your night was only starting.
bakugo gave a stiff nod and a tight-lipped smile as he walked away, your sighs of disappointment from your actions ringing in his ears and he tried not to smile, walking away as he got ready to pack up for the night.
his office was clean, yet he knew immediately when he walked in, that his desk was abnormally empty and his trash had been taken out when normally he did it himself at the end of the week.
he walked back out, looking at you through squinted eyes, trying to see if you could somehow telepathically tell what was going inside his head.
“d'you know what happened to my desk?” he asked, voice loud enough that you jumped in your seat, eyes wide in confusion as you looked over your computer to see what the hero meant.
“um,” you rubbed your forehead, trying to remember what he was referring to when you perked up, a grin on your face as you gathered a stack of papers from your desk, shuffling over as you proudly handed them over to him, “oh, here they are! i heard that you’re not a fan of, um, well, paperwork,” you sheepishly laughed as your fingers twirled with one another, “so i did them!” you tried to throw your hands up in the excitement but he still hadn’t taken the papers out of your grasp yet, hence causing them all the fall on the floor.
there was a beat of silence as you huffed out, a mix of once again embarrassment and tiredness on your part as you bent to pick them up, almost clanking heads with your boss as he gathered them up himself.
his eyes fell to your shoes, his annoyance quickly dissipating as he felt his lips tug upwards into a little grin as he noticed your slippers.
“nice shoes,” he commented gruffly, the green and black an obvious nod to his hero costume, and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, stumbling to explain as he turned his back, walking back into his office as though he didn’t notice.
you sighed, rubbing your aching temple as you went back to your desk, fingers typing furiously again, as you somehow tried to beat the impending clock.
bakugo began packing his bag, a sigh of relief emitting from his chest as he realized the most dreaded part of his evening was done (the godawful paperwork they made him do after every mission) and you most likely had done it more correctly than he normally does, and he spared another glance out his office window towards you.
you were young, a couple years younger than him from what it seemed, but everybody seemed younger than him nowadays. even though he had his daughter early, he could tell that the gray hair and fine wrinkles were making way onto his face faster than most his age.
you peeked over your monitor, cheeks heating when you caught his stare, and stared at your screen, missing the little laugh that left his lips as he noted your skittish demeanor.
you took a drink out of your mug, and he squinted to see the picture on it, a soft smile gracing his rough face as he noticed it was a photo of you with your cat, a mug you probably had costume made yet made you look utterly adorable.
he went back to packing his bags, shedding off his hero costume as he looked around his cupboard for something more comfortable to change out of, and he glanced behind his shoulder to look at the clock only to once again catch your wide eyes staring at him.
he felt his body go red as you averted your gaze somewhere discreet, but it didn’t matter much because he already saw you, but he didn’t know why he was so flustered by it now when he was regularly okay with shedding his clothes to put on a sweatshirt.
it was his fraying nerves, he told himself, he was going insane.
so as he shrugged something on, filling up his bag with loose papers and folding up his costume that nestled inside comfortably, he looked around, glad his office was still clean as he stepped out.
he still could hear your keyboard typing even as he neared the office doors, so he stopped, looking behind himself as he called out.
“you should leave soon,” his voice was gruff as you glanced up at him, “it’s getting pretty late,” and it was as he checked his watch, reading a solid 1:00 a.m.
“huh? oh,” you glanced at the clock in surprise, “i’ll be out soon, maybe in like thirty minutes or so,” but as you looked at all the paperwork near you, you doubted that be the case.
his brows furrowed. 1:30? in the morning? he wasn’t dumb enough to know that even though this was the more pleasant side of town, 1:30 in the morning was not the best time to be out alone.
“how do you get home?” he asked, his hand holding onto his strap as he rested his weight on his left leg.
“i walk home!” you called back, hoping he could hear you in the large expanse of the office.
even better, he thought to himself, shaking his head as he walked closer towards you.
you watched as he neared, his footsteps resembling thumps as came to your desk.
“what'dya need to finish?” he asked, voice low yet different from how he normally was during the day as he glanced around your frenzied desk top.
“oh…” you trailed off, trying to think of what to say as he awaited your response, “not much, mister dynamite…” your voice trailed off in embarrassment as he cocked a brow at the name.
“come on,” he jutted his chin to all the papers, “what can i do?” and he wish he could just leave at the surprised look on your face, how your big eyes widened at his words.
“there’s no need! r-really!” and he almost would have believed if you didn’t yawn fifteen times in between those two sentences.
he grumbled to himself, dropping his bag off somewhere as he pulled in a chair so he could sit near the desk, taking a pile of paperwork into his hands so that he could see what he was dealing with despite your loud complaints of telling him you could do it yourself.
his brows scrunched together as he read the reports, confusion on his features as he flipped through the pages, looking at you as you waited for him to say something to break the awkward silence.
“these aren’t yours to do, y'know,” he said bluntly, through the papers back on the desk as he rubbed his eyes, fearful that he had actually hired an idiot as one of his assistants.
“i k-know!” you quickly said as you tidied them up, giving him a small smile as you pointed to the papers littering your desk, “i finished my work a couple hours ago, but yuma said that her daughter’s birthday was tomorrow and so she didn’t have time to finish them. a-and kei said that he was proposing to his girlfriend tonight so he didn’t have time either,” you explained, your face gentle in the bare light of the monitor, your features soft as bakugo felt his jaw tick.
“yuma doesn’t have a daughter,” he said, his voice thick as he watched your eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, “and kei’s girlfriend broke up with him two months ago so i have no fuckin’ clue who he’s gonna be proposing to.”
you took a second as you looked at your desk, deflating a bit as you let out a little laugh, “then i guess taichi doesn’t have a dog he has to take to the vet?” you watched as bakugo shook his head, “and riku doesn’t have a piano recital to go to tomorrow?” he shook his head no again as you chewed your lip, feeling stupid under the pressure of his stare boring into the side of your face.
“i’m not really gullible,” you muttered dejectedly, “if that’s what you’re thinking,” you glanced at him from the corner of your eyes as you let out a humorless laugh, “i just want the people here to like me, t-that’s all,” you gave yourself a sad smile as you jutted your chin to the little picture at the corner of your desk, a photo of your brother who bakugo was well aware of from his college years and your father standing side by side.
“they already think i got here because of my father, so,” you took in a shaky breath, “i just don’t want to be the office pariah my first week in, y'know?”
bakugo pressed his lips together into a thin line, already feeling guilty because he knew that was a leading factor that caused him to hire you.
“so, um,” you cleared your throat, rubbing your aching eyes as you gave him a tired smile, “i’ll just finish these last ones up and i’ll come back tomorrow to do the rest. have a good night mister dynamite,” you said as you gave him a small wave, ready to go back to your computer as he took the fat stack of papers to your right as he set them down on the desk in front of you.
“yuma can finish her shit on monday. so can kei,” you went to protest but he shot you a look and so you back down, not saying anything as he began returning the stacks of paper to their rightful owner, your desk getting significantly less busy.
“thank you,” you muttered as you gave him another smile, one that made him stop working for a second and made his heart run faster than any workout ever did.
he felt like a goddamn high school boy with the way he was reacting to your little expressions.
“mhm,” he hummed, going down to pick his bag, noticing how you were just standing up, stretching as you groaned, eyes shut as your bones oped and cracked, your face relaxing as you opened your eyes back again.
“come on,” he motioned, “i’ll drive ya’ home,” and you went to protest once again but he just shot you another glare that shut you up, “i wouldn’t be much of a hero if anything happened to you walking home. especially this late at night, okay?”
and so you nodded slowly, packing up your things as you quickly followed him out of the office, watching as he turned any remaining lights off and dug the key from his pocket, locking the door as you stepped out from behind him.
“where'dyou live?” he asked as he pressed the button to the elevation, walking in after your as he waited for you to yawn once again.
“downtown, near the um,” your eyes shut as you let out another yawn, “near the big park,”
you were vague but he knew where you were talking about, shaking his head as he realized just how far that was and somewhat relieved that he offered to drive you home.
“you can sleep at my place tonight,” he muttered, “i’m not drivin’ that far out,”
“i, sir, i don’t think,” you stuttered, shaking your head as you tried to think, “i really don’t want to invade-”
“you’re not invading, i’m inviting,” he said simply, stepping out after you as the elevator dinged open.
“but you have no room and i don’t really want to be a bother-”
“we have a guest room,” he said easily again, his ears going red at the little banter.
“but my clothes,” you tried again and he snorted.
“the guest room has guest clothes stocked up,” and you struggled to fight both him ad the exhaustion settling in your bones.
“but maybe your daughter-”
“will enjoy the guest,” he said as he opened the agency door for you to leave out of, “really,” he said, his hand gently on your back as he stopped you from falling down the concrete steps, “it’s no problem,” his breath fanned love your neck and despite your impending sleep your heated up at the proximity.
“sir, i really don’t want to cause any trouble for you or your family,” you said but he waved it off as he opened the passenger seat for you.
“you’re not causing us any trouble,” and said as you sheepishly stepped inside, “and call me katsuki, feel like i’ve known you long enough now,”
“um, well, katsuki,” he grinned at the way his name sounded coming from you, “are you sure? i really don’t want to cau-”
“i promise y/n,” the car revved to life as his one hand gripped the wheel, “really, think of it as company benefit.“
