— taking me back

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

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Welcome to the second of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Our second boy up is Katuski Bakugou with the candy heart saying “Kiss Me”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!

Prompt: Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?

A/N: Here is the second fic about our dear, beloved, Katsuki Bakugou! So sorry this one took a little bit longer, but you all can now expcet one of these works almost every day now - how else am I gonna get them all done before the 14th? The day of all days? I hope you all enjoy, and as always, just comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the masterlist! ENJOY!!!

Word Count: 1.6K

He was an A+ student. An example of perfection. A winner. Katsuki Bakugou was not a quitter. But, right now, he sure as hell felt like one. He loves you with a kind of love he didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel, and he thinks of you - often. When Ectoplasm is droning on about anti-derivatives and random numbers to the power of 4, his mind wanders and takes a trip to wherever you are. In training, sometimes he catches a quick glance of you and then he can’t remember what he was going to do next. And at night, right before he goes to bed and closes his eyes, he sees your smile - and then he can’t sleep. So, he has to do homework, or workout, or something. Anything he could possibly think of to get you out of his mind, but dammit, he just can’t. It scares him sometimes, to think that there is such a person who captures so much of his attention. But if he’d had to pick someone, he’d pick you every time.

There was something about the way you held yourself that made him so attracted to you. Your confidence never reached a level of arrogance - something he struggled with, even though he didn’t care to admit it. Your leadership capabilities were strong and sound, rivaling both him and the class representative. And your power - your athleticism and efficiency in training and on the battlefield was admirable. Bakugou had met his match in you.

The sun felt nice as the two of you were laying in the greenspace just to the side of Heights Alliance, relishing in a moment of peace. It had been Bakugou’s idea, actually, to get away from the clamor that was the common room, what with board game arguments running rampant and debates over homework answers. It was nice outside. Calm. Unlike most people, you could attribute those adjectives to time spent with Bakugou.

Your eyes were closed as your face was up towards the sun and there was a relaxed smile on your face. It had been a little while since either you or Bakugou had spoken, so you opened one of your eyes to get a peek of him, trying to see if he had fallen asleep. To your surprise, his gaze was trained on yours and then flicked away the second he saw you look at him. You let your eyelid flutter closed again, but a larger smile spreads across your face.

“What, do I have something on my face?” You say, already knowing you don’t.

“You know you don’t, you just want me to know that you knew I was looking at you.” Bakugou retorts warmly, seemingly reading your mind. You laugh a bit and roll to your side so you could meet his eyeline more easily and he does the same. Crimson meets Y/E/C. 

Bakugou’s face is placated but his mind is in turmoil. Why can’t he just end all this and say it? He knows, or is at least 98% sure, that you have feelings for him. But, what he also knows, is that he has to be the one to say those three little words. And it wasn’t in some weird, backwards, gender stereotyped way that he had to be the one to say it, but it was because he needed to be the one to commit. You didn’t have a problem with committing to a relationship, and since you’ve known him, he’s given no indication of even wanting a relationship. So, now, he has to buck up and do it.

“What rusty gear is trying to move around in there,” you say, poking his forehead. He shakes his head a bit and grabs the hand you had raised towards it, keeping his palm enclosed around yours. You smiled a bit and shimmied your body a bit closer to his. The grass was tickling your legs and the warm breeze was swirling around you but the only thing that was making you feel something. You take a deep breath, then exhale.

“Katsuki, I-”

“Shut it.” He says quickly, squeezing your hand a bit to satiate the sting that his words left. Your eyes were wide, though, as he cut you off. His gaze flickers with a bit of regret from his word choice and his lips fight a frown. “I know what you’re gonna say.”

“Then just let me say it.” You murmur, slipping your hand out of his to instead mess with the grass. You pluck out blades and then pick those apart, leaving a litter of green on the ground. He takes you in one last time. The sundress you have on is pretty - something you don’t wear normally. The fabric spills around both of your sides, rumpling it a bit and ensuring that you’ll need to iron it out. Your knees are grass-stained along with your fingers, the pale green rubbing onto your skin to give it a somewhat sickly hue. It made you seem so real, so tangible. How can anyone like you truly be real? But his hand was on yours. Your knees are almost touching his. And the way he can almost see the pores on your face, the individual lashes adorning your gorgeous Y/E/C eyes…

“Close your eyes.” He says, receiving narrowed brows from you. You propped your head up with your elbow and your Y/H/C hair cascades around your shoulders.

“Why.” You say.

“Just do it.” Bakugou sighs.

“No, I wanna know your reasoning.” You insist. Another reason why Bakugou likes you - you push his buttons.

“Because if I’m gonna say, I need you to close your eyes. Makes me nervous when you look at me like that.” He admits, avoiding your eye-contact. Bakugou catches the shock and excitement in your expression, and so quickly, you close your eyes. His breathing grows more shallow by the second as he looks at you. Wherever the two of you have been within your friendship, it has been teetering towards a romance for what felt like forever, and he just wants to see you once more when you’re just his friend. It’s weird how he feels bittersweet about the whole thing - obviously, he wants more with you. He wants the late movie nights with you tucked under his arm, the dinner dates to that takoyaki place, the hiking trips to the tops of mountains where the both of you feel like you’re at the top of the world. But this Y/N - the one who is so nervous yet so thrilled to hear your first “I love you” from him. You are so, stupidly adorable. He thinks, shaking his head a bit.

Unfortunately, he can’t give you what you want. But maybe he can give you something better. He moves himself so that he’s so, so close to you and his nose is now inches from yours. Still oblivious to his intentions, you pout a bit.

“So are you gonna say it or-” In true, Katsuki fashion, his lips press to yours before you can finish your sentence. You inhale greatly through your nose and your eyes fly open, effectively breaking the one rule Bakugou had set for this whole thing. Your hand cards through his soft, blonde hair and pulls at it a bit. In return, Katsuki cups your cheek sweetly with his hand, rubbing his thumb softly across your smooth skin. It’s languid, the way he kisses you. Like he has all the time in the world with you here, so you just give in and sink into the kiss. You let yourself fall back across the earth while Katsuki slowly falls on top of you, his other hand holding your waist right where, if he moved his fingers a couple of inches to the right, it’d tickle. 

It feels so right. Having his lips against yours, his hair in your hands, the both of you sharing each others’ breaths. Finally, he gives you a peck one, two, three times before he pulls back completely.

“That get the message across?” He says, slightly breathless. You can’t help but beam, making the skin on your nose and around your eyes crinkle.

“I dunno, maybe I want to hear it,” you giggle, rolling the both of you so that you are now laying on top of him. You sweep his hair off of his face and place a kiss to the place on his forehead that rarely shows itself. He rolls his eyes playfully and wraps both of his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Bakugou’s nose brushes against your ear.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, gaining a shiver from you. You sigh in content and place a hand lightly atop his chest, playing with the fabric of his soft, cotton shirt.

“And I love you. Now,” you say, grabbing his face with both your hands. “Kiss me.”

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Random Bakugo HC

Bakugo knows you’re having a bad day. He’s waiting for you once you get home with all your favorite snacks and food. You have a nice dinner and he sets up the living room while your in the shower.

You come back clean with your pjs to a movie night set up in the living room. Fluffy pillows and soft blankets spread on the floor. Bakugo sets up your favorite movie while you have a self care day.

Favorite movie on, Bakugo painting your nails while he fed you your favorite snacks and mochi was EXACTLY what you needed. Even though he was a grump, and his usual self, he still made sure his Teddy Bear got nothing but the best.

You wake up to a still world. There’s nothing going on. No animals, no wind, no sounds of the night. You wake to a still world with the things you feel. Warm, safe, loved, hearing his slow breath and feeling his warmth around you. His arms tighten around your waist and he takes a deep breath. You feel him stir awake behind you. You feel him drag you closer digging his face into your neck. Warm puffs of air send tingles down your spine. He wakes up, “ Go to sleep baby. I got you.” He kisses your neck and you nestle in his warmth. Once more surrounded by warmth and love in a bubble in time. Everything comes together and you drift off to sleep in the arms of the one you love. 

Power’s Out

✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ When the power goes out, your neighbor and childhood friend Katsuki Bakugo comes over to check on you ~
✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Childhood friend reader, movie night for one becomes a movie night for two, pining and fluff abounds ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Requested by ~ persephoneismyqueen ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I love the idea of power outage cuddles, so I had a blast with this one! I don’t write Bakugo much, so I hope this is okay! ~

You’ve grown up on the same street as the Bakugos your whole life, and other than how loud their house can get, they’ve always been great neighbors. You used to hang out when he was young, but as you went to a different school you didn’t see him as much from middle school onward, only when he was at home. After he got into UA, and they had their students move into the dorms during his first year, all you saw from him was on the news. But after he graduated he moved back in so you started running into each other more often again. You’ve met up for a movie a few times, and you’ve met his new friends from high school who seem way too nice for him.

You see him driving out even in this crazy weather, of course, he has to go to the gym even in this. A slight scoff as you close the blinds, thinking that he’s way too stubborn for his own good but don’t think any more of it until the storm knocks out the power. With only a slight panic (well, maybe more than slight, but nobody needs to know that), you get the fairy lights down from your room. And before you know it, you have made a whole fort downstairs in the living room, where it’s the lightest anyway, with a movie ready to go and dinner on the stove. Your phone goes off as you’re cooking, it’s Katsuki. “Hey, you doing alright? This weather is crazy, power’s out.” “It’s wild, isn’t it?” “That’s not an answer. You gonna make me come over to check on you?” “Ha, I’m not a kid Katsuki.” “I’m on the way back from the gym anyway, I’ll swing by.” You chuckle, knowing how he always invites himself over like this.

And soon enough, you hear a knock at the door, and see Bakugo on your patio, in a white t-shirt and sweatpants that were not nearly enough to keep him warm in this weather. When you give him an eyebrow about this, he grumbles “I’ve been ringing your doorbell for the last five minutes, before I realized the power is off. Now ya gonna let me in? It’s cold out here.” You laugh and motion for the kitchen, “Have you eaten yet? I just made some spaghetti, and of course it’s way too much for one person.”

As he comes in he sees the fort you set up for yourself, lights, blankets and all, and chuckles a little. “Looks like something a kid would make. Got room for two in there?” You’re a little taken aback “Don’t you need to be getting over to your place?” “Nah, powers out, everything I need to do takes WiFi, so, I got nothing for the evening. So, I’ll crash your movie night” He gives you his cocky grin with this, but upon seeing your surprised face he says a little softer “if that’s okay, I mean?”

As the two of you scootch into the fort, you realize that it really was made for one, so now you’re both pressed really close in between the walls of pillows on your mattress. The lights on the outside kept you from pushing them off, so he has to comment on it, “What’d you set all these lights up for, it’s not like you could see, your vision is crap anyway.” You roll your eyes and elbow him slightly, “Hey, rude.”

After a moment of trying to find a way to lay next to each other, he grumbles, “this ain’t comfy with the two of us, and you put in all this work. ‘Mere.” He opens his arms and gestures for you to lay on him “There. That way we could use the space better” he says, trying to casually play off the fact that he’s blushing like a tomato and his heart is racing. He doesn’t realize it, but with your head against him, you can hear how much this closeness is impacting him. You smell the sweet, caramel-like smell that he always gives off as you snuggle into his chest a little. “This is really nice,” you say with a soft smile. “It is. We should do it more often.” Does that mean what you think it means? He’s never been the most direct, so you have him clarify. “The movie part, or…this?” He tenses beneath you with the question and coughs a little before answering, “This. I…don’t mind holding you like this.” You sit up to kiss his cheek, “I like it too, Katsuki.”

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Cooking Contest

✧･ﾟ: * Prompt ~ A cooking contest with your fiancé Katsuki Bakugo gets a little heated ~
✧･ﾟ: * Characters ~ Bakugo x gn!reader ~
✧･ﾟ: * Content ~ Highschool sweetheart turned fiance reader, just straight fluff (what a waste of food though XD) ~
✧･ﾟ: * Type ~ Drabble, fluff ~
✧･ﾟ: * Author’s Note ~ I don’t write much Bakugo, but I hope you like it! ~

Who would have thought that your fiancé, the hot-headed, loud-mouthed, top pro-hero that is Katsuki Bakugo would be so into cooking? That was one of the things you two had in common, though, so since you two first started dating years ago, you’ve always made a date out of cooking together. It helped him relax, as well as get to eat what the two of you made together. Tonight though, you wanted to mix it up, “We’re going to make each other’s favorite dish, and whoever loses has to do the chores for a week. Deal?” He chuckles, “You’re on, babe. Don’t be surprised when I beat your ass though.”

You decided to make him some jalapeño poppers, stuffed with cheddar mixed with some Carolina Reaper hot sauce and sausage, while he worked hard on prepping something he said you’d love. Somewhere along the way, however, the two of you started resorting to sabotage. It’d be hard to say who started it, he decided that it would be fair to start the oven for his dish while you were still looking up the recipe, and then to put some extra dashes of hot sauce in, you “accidently” knocked into his bowl a couple of times, and it progressed from there. When he went into the pantry to grab some more ingredients, though, you leaned over and turned the oven up 100 degrees over what he set and added another hour to the timer, before quickly getting back to your own.

What he came back with, however, included the bag of flour that you quickly scooped up and tossed some at him. When the powder cleared you could see the massive smirk on his face, “Alright, that’s it”, before reaching into your bag of cheese and chucking some of it at you. The cooking contest is quickly sidelined as a food fight erupts, slinging all sorts of ingredients and sauces at each other until you slip on one of your peppers that ended up on the floor. He quickly catches you before you can hit the ground, and you both just look at each other, completely covered in food.

You both just start laughing, until the smoke alarm starts going off. “What the crap?! Why is the oven up so damn high?”, he grabs his dish out as quickly as possible, trying to fan off the smoke that’s now filling the disaster zone that used to be his kitchen. When he tries to take a piece off, it crumbles almost immediately, and you just start cracking up again. You slide one of the now mangled, half-stuffed peppers onto a platter and hand it over to him, “Well, since mine is the only one together enough to get on a plate, I think I’m the winner, Kats.”

“Yeah yeah, you played dirty though,” he grumbles while gesturing at the crisp that was supposed to be his dish. “Be that as it may, I won, so you better get cleaning, this is a mess” You smirk before walking out of the kitchen, leaving him complaining about the pain it is to clean it all up. But you come back in with the cleaning supplies and you two spend the evening cleaning up, before cooking something together.

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partner

pairing:pro hero!bakugo katsuki x pro hero!reader

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

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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.

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pairing:pro hero!bakugo x journalist!reader

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

word count: 6.5k

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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.

“Sorry, I’m geeking out,” Y/N looked embarrassed. “Okay, ready to start?”

“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.  

masterlist+navi;requests are open!

Nervous

pairing: fem!reader x katsuki bakugo; mutual pining

summary: nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo.

a/n: this is honestly just self indulgent.

Bakugo doesn’t typically get nervous.

He felt confident in his academic ability. While Yaoyorozu took the spot as the top ranking student from the recent math test, he was still near the top with a near perfect score.

As for his quirk, he’s come a long way being a third year and all. He continues to surpass his limits every day. He feels satisfied while looking at the gradual progression of his physical ability.

Regardless, there’s no preparation when he sees you walk into homeroom.

He can feel his heart beating a bit faster than usual. Hearing his heart beating in his ears.

So he tries to slow down his breathing.

But that makes his head go dizzy.

So he throws that plan out the window.

He tries to breathe like normal. But then what’s the normal pace for breathing? Or what was normal for him?

He can feel his palm get sweaty as he was gripping his pencil. He quickly wipes his hands on his uniform pants.

Small, almost silent, pricks can be heard from the combination of Bakugo’s quirk and his pants.

All while he is trying to remember how to breathe normally.

He almost didn’t realize that you sat next time to him if it wasn’t your perfume.

It was sweet.

You were sweet. Always considerate and kind towards your friends.

Friends.

Pretty sure you guys are somewhat friends, Bakugo likes to think.

You guys don’t talk much though, Bakugo tries to keep the conversation to a minimum, not because he doesn’t like you.

Quite the opposite, actually. It’s because he will turn into a stuttering, blushing mess if you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

Don’t believe me? Let’s take a look at last week incident, shall we?

It was a day at gym gamma for class 1-a, typical quirk-strengthening session for them. Everyone was occupied with their own physical abilities.

Kirishima, in particular, was tearing up a rock wall with his hardening quirk. The wall began to have multiple cracks, in fact, a large one was scaling to the top.

A piece of debris was about to fall.

Kirishima looked up a bit too late and saw that the slab of rock was leaning above Bakugo.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was absorbed in his training as he was perfecting his aim for his AP shot move. His arms felt heavy and his arms were getting tired of the weight of his gauntlets.

“Bakugo, watch out!” Kirishima calls out.

Bakugo quickly looks to his side, listening to Kirishima’s warning, but he realizes what used to be a sunny spot, was overshadowed by something.

Bakugo looks up and sees the upcoming rubble.

He didn’t have time to blink before the falling debris was pulverized.

Bakugo looked in awe yet confusion at how sudden all this was, and wondering how did he not get smushed?

“You’re a real damsel in distress aren’t you?”

Bakugo’s eyes widened at the familiar feminine voice and the source as to why he wasn’t just crushed right now.

He looks to his left side and sees you smirking.

Actually, he wished the boulder crushed him.

“Y-you’re the real damsel in distress here!”

“Yeah? Will you be my knight and shining armor, then?” Y/n said while nearing Bakugo.

Katsuki’s face felt like it was on fire. He developed enough sweat to blow up a small village.

“No, of course not! Save yourself!”

“Aaah so you don’t want to be number one then, huh?”

“Huh!? I-I never said that! Don’t put words in my mouth, extra!”

Y/n only chuckled a bit and as the moment passed, she looked at Bakugo with a look that he couldn’t really describe, but she looked like she was on the cusp of asking something.

But she blew out some air and walked away, returning to her spot in the gym to resume her training.

And you being effortlessly stunning doesn’t really help.

“Pst, Bakugo. Did you study for today’s quiz?”

Bakugo nearly jumped out of his seat. Hearing you say his name was music to his ears. His heart beat feels like a rising crescendo on a drum set.

“Tch, of course.”

“Damn, I kinda forgot” Y/n laughed a bit and sent an easy-going smile his way.

Bakugo feels like he’s melting at that smile of yours. It’s like you want him to embarrass himself.

Before Bakugo can reprimand you, Aizawa enters the classroom and begins class.

The bell rang, signaling it’s time for lunch.

Class 1-a made their way to the cafeteria, splitting to different groups as such.

Bakugo was observant. Well, specifically towards Y/n. He felt like whenever he got the chance his eyes always gravitated towards her.

Y/n typically sat at Midoryia’s table, so she was walking beside Uraraka towards the line to get food.

“Ooo! Y/n, c’,mon, hurry! They are going to run out of curry buns!” Uraraka urges her friend to join her in running to make the line.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” She starts to pick up the pace.

However, there was a small puddle in Y/n’s way, of course, she didn’t notice this.

One wrong placement of her foot, and she was slipping backwards.

Uraraka looked back and realized, but it was too late as she reached out her hand, hoping to help.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut at the impact, but it never came.

Someone did catch Y/n.

And it was a certain spiky haired kid with sandy blonde hair who had the biggest crush on her.

Y/n opened her eyes and looked into Bakugo’s.

It took a couple seconds to realize how close they were.

They were so close, so close that if they were any closer, they would probably touch-

Oh, boy, did they turn into ripe tomatoes.

Bakugo immediately raised Y/n so quickly as if her skin was scalding hot water. Y/n letting out a small yelp in response.

Now, they stood facing each other, letting silence take over.

“Um-”

“Thanks for catching me!” Y/n spoke quickly and began to speed walk in the opposite direction, trying to catch up with Uraraka.

While Bakugo was still trying to process at how close in proximity they were just a few seconds ago.

It was quick, but Y/n turned back to see Bakugo still standing there.

She looked sorta conflicted, but she ended up quickly making her way back to Bakugo. Until she was right infront of him once again, but was a lot closer.

She quickly got on her tip toes and kissed his cheek and said, “I guess you really are my knight in shining armor.” And once again, turned and left as fast as she arrived, leaving Bakugo speechless.

He felt like his world stopped for a good minute.

He touched his cheek where you kissed, trying to savor the feeling.

“You okay, y/n?” Ochako asked as her friend finally caught up to her.

“Yeah, just a bit flustered is all.” Y/n reassured with a small smile.

It was the end of the school day, class 1-a was retiring to their dorm rooms.

Y/n was walking with Mina while Bakugo and Kirishima were behind them.

“How well do you think you did on that quiz today? I guessed on some of them, but I feel like I got most of the concepts down.” Mina questions.

“Let’s just say I’d be surprised if I got anything right on that quiz.” Y/n said with a scratching the back of her head in embarrassment.

Mina throws her head back and laughs, as Y/n looks down with a small smile playing her lips.

“Hey Y/n, you should get Bakugo to tutor you. He may not look it, but he really gets the material.” Kirishima refers to his explosive bestie.

Kirishima knew the little crush Bakugo had, it was obvious to see. Nonetheless, Y/n felt that maybe her feelings weren’t reciprocated.

Y/n looks behind at Kirishima, head nods, then turns her attention to Bakugo.

Bakugo took a self note to blast Kirishima into the sky later for putting him on the spot, especially in front Y/n.

“It’s not that hard.” Bakugo mumbled.

Y/n noticed Bakugo’s face to be redder than usual, but she chalked it up to the cold weather at the moment.

Kirishima and Mina shared a knowing looked, which led to Mina exasperatedly say, “Okay, well we’ll let you guys sort out of the details. Let’s go Kirishima! Let’s see what we are having for dinner.” Mina and Kirishima walked off to the dorm building.

Y/n made a mental note to scold Mina about leaving her alone, especially with Bakugo.

There was some silence.

Bakugo felt like his mind was going a million miles per hour at the moment. Trying to find the right words to go about this.

“So, I hear you’re a tutor” “We can tutor in my room”

They spoke at the same time.

Then the silence erupted again.

The mere thought of being alone in a room with Bakugo, even just studying, made Y/n turn into a tomato.

While Bakugo thought he jumped the gun at offering his room to study. She didn’t even ask yet!

“That sounds great!” “N-no I mean.”

Again, simultaneously.

Y/n let out a breathy laugh at how awkward this is going. If only the pair weren’t so awkward with each other.

“Oh, so you can’t tutor me?” Y/n asked slowly to make sure she’s clear.

“No! I mean, yes!”

Y/n titled her head to one side in confusion at his dual answers.

Bakugo thought it was the cutest thing, though.

“I mean, I can tutor you” Bakugo lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “if you want”.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief as well, trying to calm her racing heart.

"I’d like that.” Y/n smiles at Bakugo and he feels his legs turn to jelly. He merely nods, trying to act cool.

Y/n turns to walk into the dorms. As soon as she is inside, Bakugo finally lets up on his stone-cold feature and jumps up in excitement at being successful in talking to Y/n.

He even raised his fist in the air for the achievement, doing his happy dance.

The moment of success was short lived as he turned back to the entrance of the dorms and spots Y/n through the window, staring at him with wide eyes.

Bakugo is beyond embarrassed.

However, y/n just offers a lighthearted smile and a wave.

He returns the favor and walks in.

As much as he thought that he was an absolute dork in front of her, he couldn’t help the smile that reached his face.

Magic of Retail

pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

summary: more nervous bakugo more nervous bakugo more nervous bakugo

warning: some swearing

a/n: indulgent as frick! i just wanted a place to post so dont expect much lol

• Y/n didn’t really like opening shifts
• They were too boring cuz no one goes to the mall at 10 in the morning
• But let’s formerly meet her, yea?
• Meet retail y/n
• She works at a gift/retail store. The products r like pop culture stuff like favorite shows and movies
• Y/n is a pretty damn good sales associate too, probably the best you can find
• She knows how to talk to people and find them the perfect gift
• She’s hardworking
• Charismatic
• And not to mention totally effortlessly gorgeous
• She may be just folding some shirts but she looks damn good doing it
• “Why did I have to come with you, shitty hair?”
• U can already guess who entered the gift shop ಠ_ಠ
• “You already know Mina’s birthday is coming up and we gotta get her the best gift, man” Kiri expressed with a sigh
• Y/n perked up as she overheard a opportunity to get a sale, she makes her way over, all pretty and all
• “Hey guys! Are we looking for any favorite shows or movies today?” Y/n said for the trillionth time that day
• “Oh, yeah! Actually. We are looking for a gift and I know she likes this show,” Kirishima offers his phone to show a poster/pic of said show, “If you guys have anything with the show?”
• While Kirishima was talking, but Bakugo was too busy looking at how pretty you were
• like you know in those movies when the opposing love interest walks in and it seems as if they are walking in slo mo? With the wind rushing through their hair and there is a spotlight on solely on them?
• Yeah, Bakugo never believed in love at first sight
• But with you, he might consider it
• N E WAYS
• back to looking for Mina’s bday gift :D
• Y/n leads them to the section in which had Mina’s fav show at the moment
• “Yeah, so we have some apparel items, but mostly merchandise items as of right now as it is a popular show” Y/n informs Kiri and love struck Bakugo
• Bakugo got heart eyes dead ass
• Mf looking like (｡♥‿♥｡)
• but to you he sort of looks creepy with the dumbfound expression lol
• “Wow! Thanks so much, this is great!"Kirishima
• Yeah, got ya! My name’s y/n if you need anything
• Some time passes and Kirishima has found the perfect gift
• He asks for bakugo’s opinion and he says, “yeah, Pinky’s gonna love that” in a gruff voice
• Acting as if he doesn’t want be there
• But secretly he keeps making glances at you while you are refolding shirts
• Y/n makes her rounds around the store and stood by the pair, “found a good gift, guys?”
• “Yeah! Thanks for your help. I think we are ready to check out” Kiri adds
• And bakugo realizes the window of seeing you is closing
• However Kiri ends up going through the transaction and they end up leaving the store
• Much to bakugo’s internal dismay
• They go to a couple of different stores and it looks like their shopping spree is about to end
• But
• Bakugo takes his chances and mutters to Kiri, “I left something, I’ll meet you at the pretzel stand, then we’ll go”
• Kiri is confused
• Bakugo doesn’t really carry a lot of stuff with him
• But he goes along and agrees
• Bakugo runs
• I mean sprints
• Back to that same gift shop you’re working at
• Hoping that you are still working you’re shift
• He gets there, a bit panting
• He walks around
• Scouting the area
• He doesn’t see you :(
• He is frowning
• Did he miss his chance
• He looks down
• “Finding everything okay? Oh, hi again! What’s up”
• It was like music to his ears
• He looks up and sees you in all your pretty glory
• In reality, u just came back from ur 15 minute break
• But to bakugo he felt it was destiny maybe
• He just stared at you
• He didn’t realize he didn’t respond
• Did I say something wrong..??? Y/n thought
• “Just looking at the key chains…I’m guessing haha” y/n tries to play off this conversation
• “Y-yeah I was looking if you guys had a different size” bakugo just throws out there in desperation of saying anything
• ( •︠ˍ•︡ )
• Bakugo forgot he was standing in front of the keychain stand.
• There’s no sizes for the keychains
• They r all one size
• No varying size here
• Bakugo felt his cheeks go warm in embarrassment
• “I-I mean-”
• He gets cut off by your laugh
• Oh, what a beautiful sound it was
• He could here it all day
• Your laughter dies down a bit and you say, “unfortunately, all of our keychain sizes don’t vary so this is what we have” with wiping a stray tear from laughing
• “Right, uh, I’m” bakugo looks at the keychain stand
• He stares at it hard
• None of the keychains look familiar to him
• So he just picks one at random
• “I’m gonna get this one and I’ll be ready to check out.” He manages
• “Perfect! I’ll ring you up on the first register”
• (Side note: y/n is actually not on register. She was a wing woman for the day, mainly just getting sales and talking to customers. But she found this blonde customer really cute and wanted to keep talking to him. So she hopped on register for this transaction)
• (But don’t tell bakugo that shhh)
• Bakugo swears his heart is gonna beat out of his chest at any moment
• So you guys are going through the transaction like normal and u ask
• “So what’s you’re fav character from (insert your fav show or movie)”
• Bakugo freezes
• Uhhhh
• Should he know this??
• “You’re keychain, it’s from (fav show or movie) ofc haha I really like it too”
• Bakugo feels his head go a bit dizzy
• Shit
• MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY MAYDAY
• Literal red sirens go off in his head
• He doesn’t know anything about this show/movie
• He looks down at the keychain for help
• It doesn’t give any help tho ಥ_ಥ
• Bakugo decides to come clean, “to be honest, I only got this so I can talk to you” he says all in one breathe
• Now you are the one who doesn’t know what to say
• He???did?this??to???talk?to?your??pretty??face????
• How sweet awww
• You turn into a tomato
• You’re heart rate picks up
• U start sweating a bit from the heat
• “U-uh well” you look down awkwardly and immediately print the receipt, hastily pick up a coupon and scribble something, placing his item in a bag and handing it to him, “thank you! Have a great rest of your day!”
• Bakugo stared at you
• He definitely messed up
• He wanted to kick himself
• “I- oh, uh. Thank….you” he said quietly
• He walks out of the store with his bag
• Dazed from the encounter while he meets back with Kiri who is chowing down on a pretzel
• “U want some bakugo?”
• “No”
• Bakugo’s too sad
• He really ༼ಢ_ಢ༽
• He should’ve said something more cool
• Both are walking back, specifically to the bus stop
• They get on the bus
• Bakugo gets the window seat
• He stares out the window with all the melancholy he can muster
• He looks at the mall, thinking of you, and sighs
• He looks down at his bag
• He notices the coupon
• There’s black marker on it
• He scrunches his eyebrows
• He reaches down into the bag, grabbing the coupon
• It’s a 30% off coupon for his next purchase
• Hm, not bad
• He flips it over
• And there it is
• A phone number hastily written in black marker
• Bakugo’s eyes go wide
• A small smile makes its way onto his face
• Kiri turns and notices said smile. He gets suspicious hmmm
• Bakugo quickly shoves the coupon into the bag
• “Happy with what you got?” Kiri asks quizzically at his friend
• Why?
• Oh, because bakugo is smiling down at this brown paper bag
• Let me repeat that
• SMILING
• Kiri thinks this is like a milestone
• “Yeah, I’m happy with what I got” he answers

: ..

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.“

Katsuki Bakugou not giving a fuck about you while he drives away from your place.

You’d yelled at him to leave, tears streaming down your face, angry that he had led you on only for him to act like he felt nothing for you.

He thought about how little he cared about your smile. How few shits he gave about all the times you’d run your fingers through his thick, unruly blond hair. He rolled his amber eyes at the idea that his heart especially ached on the nights and days you didn’t spend together. The great explosion user gripped the steering wheel harder, the leather protesting and smoking underneath his sparking death grip.

You’d cried and told him that he was too scared to be loved. He had scoffed and told you he wasn’t scared of shit.

But now he was scared shitless.

Scared that he might lose you forever.

He white-knuckled the steering wheel, strategically yanking it around while pulling on the hand brake before speeding off in the direction from whence he’d come.

He didn’t give a single fuck that he scraped the front scoop of his expensive Audi R8 pulling back into your driveway.

His voice came through louder than the banging on your front door. “Oi! (Y/n)! Come open the damn door!”

You approached the door slowly, hugging yourself. If he forgot something, couldn’t he at least have the sensitivity to wait another day to come back for it?

Not yet knowing that, no, it couldn’t wait. He could never forget you.

Saturday afternoon

The youngest twin ran into the living room where Katsukiwas sprawled out on the couch, reading, relaxing, and minding his own damn business.

“Hey, Dad!” the 10-year-old beamed.

The pro-hero husband and father of three grunted. “Go away, I’m reading.”

“Guess what you got in the mail today!”

Katsukididn’t move. Only his narrowed carmine eyes shifted to his son’s. “What?”

“DEEZ NUTZ!”

Katsuki swung his legs around and sat up straight. “HAH? THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME??” Mini-Katsuki took off running, laughing his infectious little laugh. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-” he said, censoring himself with a growl.

He looked over at you in disbelief. You were doubled over and covering your mouth with the back of your hand trying not to spray tea out of your face.

“AND JUST WHAT THE DEVIL’S SHITTY DAY IN HELL DO YOU THINK IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY, HAH?”

His jaw flexed as he watched you with a furrowed brow while you tried to regain your composure, fanning your face. Eventually, you were able to put mind over matter long enough to swallow the beverage that had been threatening to erupt through your nose, your husband’s eyes burning holes through your soul all the while.

“DEEZ NUTZ!” you managed.

Katsuki slammed his book down on the couch and stomped off towards the garage. “You people are fucking trolls, I’m leaving!”

Katsuki = italics∘ You = normal

If you’re fucking hungry, go make something, stupid.

You’re fucking stupid!

Who the fuck are you calling stupid?

You, stupid.

I’m not stupid, you’re stupid.

If I’m stupid, you’re definitely stupid.

Hah? You wanna battle over who’s stupid?

As a matter of fact, yeah! Bring it!

Katsuki leaned in and kissed you on the lips, abruptly. He’d never done that before. You’d been gaming with your best boy-friend and now his tongue was in your mouth and your hands were in his hair.

Neither of you would lose this battle. You both only stood to gain.

Dynamightcame crashing through the ER doors with a scowl on his face. The nurses at the front desk sat back in their chairs when his fiery eyes fixated on them.

“Where is she?” he demanded loudly. “Fucking speak!”

“W-who, sir?”

He rolled his eyes and slammed his fist down on the desk, splintering the wood beneath. “(F/n L/n), dumbass! Ain’t many other people I’d fucking be here for!”

Moments later, Katsukiwas lumbering through the pulmonary ward of the hospital, his shoulders flexing as his gauntlets swung at his sides, gritting his teeth and growling at anyone who stood between him and the door of your hospital room.

One nurse started to ask for his identification until another nurse put their hand on her shoulder and shook their head no.

He’d talked the talk and walked the walk but when he turned the door handle to enter your room, he did so with such a careful, fluid motion so as not to wake you if you were sleeping.

He held onto the door as it closed behind him, letting it latch with a quiet click before turning it loose. He took one graceful stride after another, his heavy boots hitting the tiled floor like feathers as he moved in closer to your motionless body.

Katsuki Bakugou was a hard man, tough as nails and always ready to take on whatever threat or villain or challenge life could possibly throw at him head first. What he wasn’t prepared for was some nameless, faceless enemy that had taken up residence in your body. Probably tiny - microscopic, even - and hiding in places he could never see. He felt helpless. Powerless.

He gingerly removed the gauntlet from his right arm and delicately set it down on the floor beside his feet, his scarlet eyes never leaving your form in the process.

He could hear your labored breaths even as he remembered his promise to himself going into this: that he wouldn’t fucking cry. But he stood corrected, one tear…then another falling onto the clean, white sheet next to the tube that had been medically inserted into your lung to keep it inflated.

He took your limp hand into his - hard, rough, calloused, and shaking - and kissed your forehead. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, baby, but once I find out I’m gonna kick it in it’s tiny, shitty balls and make it wish it never found you.”

for@xviternity You’ve made so much art for me…now it’s my turn. . I hope you feel better soon!

Take You Home

Pairing:BakugoxKirishimaxF!Reader

Warnings: Smut, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Non-Sexual Masochism (Could be considered self-harm). Nightmares and sleep walking (fighting). Blood. Burns. Swearing.

Contains: Established Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Hurt/Comfort. Angst! Soft dom tendencies, Kat & Kiri are switches, nipple play, biting, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda). Bondage. Restraints (rope). Oral (F receiving & M receiving implied). The guys fuck, it’s not all about Reader.
Pet names/nicknames: baby, baby girl, little one, cutie, babe.

Summary: In high school, you started up a relationship with two boys in the hero course. Now, years down the road, you three are still going strong, but, every relationship has troubles to overcome.

A/N:This follows the same storyline from Head Over Heels. But if you just want to dive into this, all you really need to know is that Reader met Katsuki and Eijiro when she was assigned to work with them as a part of her Support Course program. Now she’s an inventor while the two of them are pros. Additional Fun Fact: I named this fic after a song I constantly listened to while writing it, if you’d like to give it a listen it’s called Take You Home by Scars on 45. Enjoy!

W/C: 8,022

If these walls could talk, they’d tell you of Katsuki’s screams. The nightmares that you and Eijiro had to pull him from multiple nights a week. Neither of you minded though, you’d do anything for each other. To the public you might have all been friends, there’d even been reports of the three of you being roommates, but behind closed doors, it’d been something much more for a long time now. 

The twenty-three-year-old pro hero had seen so much for his young age, both he and Eijiro had, but Katsuki internalized it far more than Eijiro did. The blonde never liked to talk about the demons that haunted him. He knew you and Eijiro would listen and never judge him but, it wasn’t ever easy for him to admit something might be making him weak. He couldn’t show it, not even to you guys. 

But that meant it spilled over into his unconscious, into his sleep, bleeding into nightmares that sounded truly horrific. 

Some nights were worse than others but you and Eijiro had always been able to bring him back from them with soft voices and soothing touches… until the night you couldn’t.  

You never slept particularly well when just one of the boys was home so since Eijiro was still out on patrol (on his way home, you hoped), you were really just laying with your eyes closed when you started to hear Katsuki’s little whimpers and felt his feet start to kick free of the blanket. 

You rolled into his side, kissing up the side of his neck, “Baby… it’s okay, just a bad dream. You can wake up now.” 

But Katsuki didn’t wake up. His brow tightly furrowed together. Sweat pouring off of him. It took a little bit of effort but you were able to roll him onto his back and take his face between your palms. “KitKat, come on, baby. Time to wake up.” That had no effect either. 

So, you resorted to other tactics. Dipping your head low, “Kick their ass, Dynamight. You got ‘em.” 

There’d been nights when that had been enough. One of you telling him he could win the fight inside his head, he could overcome it, and then he’d settle back down into a still slumber. But, not tonight. No, tonight his eyes shot open so fast you were taken aback. Red eyes staring at you so unnervingly, unblinking, and it sent a chill right down your spine. “Baby…” You whispered but he didn’t answer, “Kat? This isn’t funny.” He slowly sat up, his hands wrapping tight around your wrists, pushing you up with him. “Katsuki! I’m serious! Knock it the fuck off!” 

You tried to pull your hands free but his grip was too strong, the more you jerked only caused you pain. Finally, his eyes blinked, just once, taking in the rest of the room and it clicked. He still wasn’t awake. 

“Please, baby, please. I need you to wake up now.” His eyes blinked back to you while you struggled even more in his grasp. "Katsuki! Come on!“

“Like I give a fuck what a villain like you needs.” 

Your scream filled the bedroom. Two explosions surrounded your wrists and the next thing you knew you were thrown off the bed and back slammed onto the rug at the foot of the bed with scalding wrists. He wasn’t as quick in his sleep though. Disoriented almost. It gave you enough time to run from the room and thrust the door shut behind you. 

Your work was strewn about the living room and kitchen like it usually was and you scanned it for anything that could be used to help. And then you spotted the prototype binding cloth you’d been working on for Shinso. It wasn’t finished, not by a long shot but it was something. 

You didn’t have the experience Katsuki did but Eijiro and him had spent years training with you. Wanting you to be prepared in case anything should ever happen. You never thought you’d have to use those skills against your own boyfriend though. 

The bedroom door blasted right off the hinges, bits of wooden shrapnel showered down while you took cover behind the sofa. “Where are you! Not lettin’ you ‘scape!” 

As quietly as you could manage you crawled your way around the sofa to try and get a better view of him when he spotted you. Lips turned up in a snarl that you’d hoped to never be on the receiving end of.

You rolled out of the way just as half the couch was blown to bits. 

“Ava!” You called for the AI you’d created for your home and saw the device light up, “Call Sharky!” It chirped happily and Kat turned to try and find the noise while the phone rang, blindly firing off blasts. 

“Hey ba- Y/N!” 

“Ei! Nightmares! Get home! N— !” A blast finally landed on the bookshelf that Ava was resting on and it shattered against the wall.

Eijiro was sure he’d never run faster in his whole entire life. Cursing at himself for staying late to finish up paperwork rather than just going right home after his patrol. He dropped absolutely everything the moment he heard you on the call. The pen fell right out of his hand, he just grabbed his bag for the sake of his wallet and keys, and then he was gone. Running down the steps to get down to his car as fast as he possibly could. 

It was an emergency, not an official one, but he could justify driving like a mad man if it meant keeping the two people he loved most in this whole entire world safe. He barely stopped at traffic lights and stop signs, only long enough to ensure no one was coming, and then he was speeding through. 

He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, panic rising with every minute it took him until he was pulling into the driveway, leaving everything in the car, and racing for the door. “Baby!” 

Everything was quiet, so unbelievable quiet, and that terrified him even more. “In the bathroom, Eiji.” 

He could have cried from just the sound of your voice, following it through the wreckage that was now your shared home. He froze when he saw Katsuki on the bed, eyes closed with hands bound. “I— I had to knock him out… Eijiro, he— baby, he wouldn’t wake up—!” 

His arms were around you in seconds, and he felt your tears against his bare chest the moment he pulled you in. “’S okay, love. You did what you had to do.” He ran a shaky hand down your back, “You were just defending yourself, I know that, and Kat will too.” 

After a couple minutes, he pulled you back to look you over. Instantly, he saw the burns on your forearms and tried not to wince in sympathy. You also had a few pieces of wood embedded in your shoulder, and a cut along your jaw that was still bleeding. “C’mon, lemme get you cleaned up, and then we can worry about Kat.” When you didn’t move from the spot though, eyes still fixated on Katsuki, Eijiro picked you up and carried you right over to the sink so you could sit on the counter. 

He thoroughly scrubbed his hands before slipping on gloves, working on getting the pieces out of your arm first and then flushing the little wounds. Then came the cut on your face which, wasn’t all that bad, just bleeding a good amount. He put a little ointment on it, cooing softly at you knowing that it stung, “Doing s'good, baby, almost finished here.” 

When all the obvious injuries were tended to, he took a step back. “Alright, anything else?” 

You shook your head and he saw the way you winced when you slid off the counter, probably just sore from the whole ordeal. You squeezed by him, walking back into the bedroom. He watched as you climbed right on the bed and undid the binds around Katsuki’s wrists since he was now home. You scooted up by his head and shifted it so he lay in your lap, your fingers carding through his hair and Eijiro had to pretend he didn’t see the tears that fell from your eyes. 

He gave you a minute while he went into the walk-in closet and changed out of his suit. He’d just slipped a shirt over his head when he heard the incoherent grumble of Katsuki and he hadn’t even made it back to the bedroom before the, “What the fuck!” shook the house. 

Fear pumped through his veins when he smelled the air. His sweat always left behind a distinct aroma and the air in was heavy with it. Quicker his heart started to race, his eyes darting around and landing on you, on the cut you didn’t have when the two of you had gone to bed. And… fuck, those were tears in your eyes. 

He rolled over immediately and realized it was more than just a cut on your jaw. He swore, trying to figure out what happened and when your eyes squeezed shut from his volume, the way your whole body tensed from it, damn, he wanted to puke. 

“Katsuki…” His head snapped to Eijiro silhouetted in the golden bathroom light. 

“What did I do?” 

Neither of you were able to stop him from leaving. Eijiro could have, the three of you knew that the redhead could have used force and made him stay but he begged, actually begged, for you two to let him go for the night. Just for the night, he promised. He needed to think, had to clear his head and process what had happened. He’d be back in the morning, made the both of you swear you wouldn’t clean anything up. This was his mess. He’d fix it. 

He’d kissed Eijiro, pressing his forehead against his. “First thing in the morning.” 

“You better be here, man.” 

Katsuki wiped a tear that rolled down his boyfriend’s cheek. “I will.” 

When he looked at you though, no words came out of his mouth. He couldn’t think of what to say, there were too many thoughts screaming in his head that he just turned and walked out the door. Your choked sobs followed him out to his car. 

That night he stayed at the agency, pulled a blanket over him, and laid on the black sofa in his office but didn’t sleep a wink. He barely even closed his eyes. Each time he did all he could see were those white bandages covering your forearms, the gauze on your face and shoulder. He knew there had to be bruises under the baggy nightshirt you wore and all of it was his fault. 

Days trickled by and Katsuki did as he said. Every moment that he wasn’t working was spent on repairs to your home, a home he didn’t allow himself to stay in. He’d installed a new bedroom door first and then put up new cabinets since he’d blasted the old ones to pieces. He patched the walls, replaced floorboards and carpeting, built a new bookshelf, and bought new furniture for the living room but didn’t allow himself to enjoy any of it. 

And if you were there, well, he was not. He avoided you as best he could. It was almost like before the three of you got together. Katsuki just couldn’t find a way to make peace with what he’d done. You might have forgiven him, you didforgive him, told him so at least a hundred times, but he never responded once because he had no idea how he could forgive himself. The pain in your eyes each time he walks away breaks his heart more and more. 

He doesn’t need Eijiro telling him how much you want him to come home, he’s gotten all your texts, he would fall into a fitful sleep listening to your voicemails. The only thing that gives him any solace at all is the fact that Eijiro is there with you every single night. He knows you miss him and he misses you too, so damn badly, but how can he trust himself to be like that around you again? 

Things could’ve been so much worse. All things considered, he’d been lucky! How could he so carelessly allow himself back into your life, your home, your bed, when he knows he could do so much worse to you? What kind of boyfriend would he be!

He talked almost daily with Eijiro about it. Like, maybe one day he’d hold all the answers that could fix these wrongs. It’d been two months though and neither of them came up with a solution. They’d just sit in one of their offices after the rest of the floor had cleared out. Eijiro’s arms holding Katsuki tight while he tried to work through this. 

There were nights when that was all they’d do. Sit, talk, hug, and cry. There were others where Eijiro would try to take his boyfriend’s mind off things, sink to his knees and let Katsuki work out his frustrations by using his mouth. And, a couple of times, Katsuki pleaded with him to help him forget. Those nights left scuff marks on the floors, papers scattered about the room, the desk practically bare with Katsuki bent over it. By the end though, Eijiro was able to lay Katsuki down on the sofa, cover him up with the blanket, and kiss his forehead before heading home to you. 

There’d never been jealousy from any of you when it came to getting physical when one of you couldn’t partake. Sometimes Eijiro’s quirk left his body too sore, or Katsuki had a killer headache, or you were just too tired from a long day of work. So, you weren’t jealous when Eijiro came home with fresh scratches on his back, in fact, you were a little relieved. At least Katsuki still felt comfortable with one of you. 

You just wished you could find a way to make him trust you again. 

After three months of late nights and about a dozen different prototypes, you might have found the answer you’d been searching for. 

This whole time you’d never gone up to his office. You hadn’t dared try to speak to him at work, not wanting to distract him or make him angry but you knew he’d been sleeping here. Knew that even though his shift was over, this was where he would be. 

It was always Eijiro who’d check on him but, tonight, you asked him if you could do it and he fully supported the idea. He’d been trying to bridge the gap between you two this entire time so just the smallest hint there might be some progress happening made him giddy! 

You waited until everyone else on his floor had left for the evening and then rode the elevator up with a small box between your hands. Katsuki was the only office to have a light still on. He had the door already shut, blinds drawn to cover the glass walls but you could see his shadow sitting at his desk, a pen in hand, shuffling papers from one pile and then into another. 

When you knocked on the door, all movement stopped. “Since when do you knock? Just open the door.” 

He was expecting Eijiro, you knew that. You could have just opened the door and walked inside but, you weren’t confident that was the right thing to do, so, you raised your hand and knocked again. 

“For fucks sake,” The chair rolled back and Katsuki flung the door open a second later, “What are y—“ He had to lower his gaze to meet yours, “Oh…” 

“Will you let me in, Kat, please.” 

“I don’t think—“ 

“Please. We need to talk.” 

He didn’t want to. The way his jaw ticked told you as much, but, by some miracle, he let you by him. 

You sat on the sofa beside the folded up blanket with the pillow on top while he leaned against his desk, head tipped downward, eyes fixed on the floor. Neither of you spoke for a while, you had a whole speech prepped but now that you were in the same room with him the words wouldn’t come out. 

In the end, it was Katsuki who broke the silence with a sentence so quiet you were almost sure you didn’t hear him correctly. “I know why you’re here… can I just— I’d like to keep seeing Eijiro, please?” 

You blinked and tried to figure out what he was talking about. “What do you mean, Kat. Of course, you can keep seeing Eiji! Why would I want you to—“ 

“’Cause we’re over!” He blurted and all the color drained from your face while he kept talking, “We’re over and, and, you’ve just got Ei now which is fuckin’ great because you, you should have him but I just, damnit, I need him right now too, okay? I won’t ask him to stay over, I want him with you every night, just need him with me a little bit.” 

You were still stuck on the three words he said first, “We’re over?” 

“That’s why you’re here. Surprised you actually came in person. A text or telling Eijiro to tell me woulda been more than I fuckin’ deserve.” 

“Hold on!” You stood up so fast it knocked the box you’d been holding right off your lap. “You couldn’t be more wrong!” 

You took a step closer to Katsuki and he tried to take one backward but he was already against his desk. He managed to scrape the thing across the floor trying to keep distance between you two. You wanted to walk closer, walk right up to him and wrap your arms around him, to feel him again, but seeing that reaction had you stopped in place. “I didn’t come here to break up. I’m here because I want you to come home— no, I needyou to come home.”

“You do not need me.” 

“That’s crap! I need you, Eiji needs you! ‘S not home without you there!” 

His voice rose louder than your own. “I cannot be there! Not with you! What if I fucking hurt you worse, huh? Then what! What if you couldn’t stop me next time!” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “Sounds an awful lot like you’re the one doing the breaking up.” His mouth hung open, ready to keep arguing until you said that. “So, is that what you’re doing, Katsuki? Didn’t think you’d give up so easily.” 

“You think this is easy? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever done! Aren’t you scared? How can you feel comfortable around me after that?” 

“Because I know for a fact you would never, ever, hurt me in your right mind. You would do absolutely everything in your power to protect me and make sure I am safe.” 

“And what about when ‘m not in my right mind? When those nightmares take over?” 

“That’s what these are for.” You scooped up the box from the floor and held it out to him. You were going to make him meet you if he wanted to know what was inside. He needed to make an effort.

It took him a second but then his feet moved. He was so careful to make sure not even your fingertips brushed as he took it from you. “You think some fuckin’ gloves are gonna keep you safe? Yeah, right. Thought you were smarter than that.” 

“I take offense to that. These aren’t just some fuckin’ gloves,” You sassed right back at him, “These are how I’m gonna get you to come home again.” He arched a skeptical brow. “I’ve been working on these since the day you left,” You took a step forward and this time he remained rooted to the spot, “I actually got out of bed and started sketching designs that same night. Fell asleep at the table, Eiji carried me back to bed…” That seemed so long ago now. 

There was about a foot of space between you and him. “I knew you wouldn’t come home without some plan in place so, this is my plan. I’ve done all I can on my own but I need you to actually test them out. My simulations can only tell me so much.” 

Katsuki set the box down on his desk still looking unconvinced but he slid the black and orange gloves on his hands. Flexing his fingers to test the mobility, “They kinda feel like my hero gloves.” 

“I modeled the fabric that touches your skin after the lining, you’ve always said you liked how cool it feels on your skin.” 

“But, I can shoot through my gloves just fine, I don’t see how—“ 

“Would you just trust me! Do I half-ass any of my inventions?” 

“No…” 

“Do I plan things meticulously when I’m making something?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay then. If you must know, when I say, ‘I modeled it after’, I mean that where your hero costume gloves only make your hands seem cooler, these will actually make them colder. The cooler you are, the less sweat you will produce, and therefore your explosions will be contained.”

“Contained within the gloves?”

“That’s the goal.” 

He bit his lower lip. “Can we go to the lab now?”

A smile spread across your face and quickly fell when you made to grab his hand and he quickly pulled it out of reach. “I’m not touching you until we test these.” 

When Katsuki went into the controlled chamber, you took a moment to text Eijiro and let him know how the evening was going so far. That you both were alright and Katsuki was open to the gloves. To say the redhead was thrilled was an understatement. 

You kept a close eye on the temperature gauge to ensure it was regulating properly. There was a specific threshold you needed to make sure it would stay between, too high or too low would create problems in different ways. 

Inside the chamber, Katsuki did everything he could think of to work up a sweat and the rest of his body was soaked but his hands remained chilled. 

You didn’t tell him absolutely everything you’d done with the gloves, mostly because he always got bored with the science of it all. There was the cooling element, and the temperature regulation gauge but the outer two layers were meant for containment.

Even if he managed to build up a decent amount of sweat he shouldn’t be able to fire off any grand explosions with the gloves on and, so far, that seemed to be the case. There were a few minor ones that probably would have caused serious damage had the gloves been off, other than that though, things seemed to be working just as you intended. 

It was almost two hours before Katsuki took a break. Breathing heavily when he walked back out to you. “That was great! Better than I hoped for a fir— oof!” 

With the gloves still on, Katsuki pulled you to him, drawing you up so he could kiss you. The salty taste of sweat lingered on his lips and you didn’t care a single bit because he was holding you again, he was kissing you again. One of his gloved hands rested against your cheek and you wished for a second you could feel his familiar callouses underneath but this was more than enough for now. 

“I fuckin’ love you,” He murmured, pressing his lips to you again, “’S much,” It was like he was trying to make up for lost time, “Thank you f’not givin’ up on me.” 

It was your turn to rest your hands on his cheeks. “I will never give up on you, I promise.” 

You got lost in each other a little while longer, breaking apart with heaving chests and swollen lips, “So,” The scientist in you came out, “any concerns?” 

“Just one. If I do somethin’ like last time, what’s stopping me from just yankin’ these off?” 

That was another feature you forgot to mention. You walked back to your station and held up a little remote. “I made three of these.” You pointed to a specific button, “I push this and a locking feature is activated. I used Eijiro’s grip strength as a reference for it. Only one button on one of the remotes is needed for it to be activated but both remotes are needed to deactivate it. So, if you break it, you’re kinda screwed until one of us can get here and use the backup.” 

He nodded, deeming your answer good enough. He finally removed the gloves and you stared at his forearms, palms, and wrists in horror. “What the fuck, Kat…” They were blistered, so very red, they had to be hurting like hell and he hadn’t said a single thing. “I need to correct this. I thought it would just dissipate your quirk, not fire it back on you. Why the fuck didn’t you say anything!” 

“I don’t want you changed a single thing about ‘em.” You couldn’t believe the words coming from his mouth. “Listen, if I’m fuckin’ dumb enough to come after you again, I deserve a whole lot more than this!” 

He slipped the gloves back on when you tried to reach for his hands. “Not without ‘em on. Please.” 

“I need to fix them though.” 

“There’s nothing to fix. If I don’t use my quirk while wearing them then I’ll be fine. If I use it, this will be the consequence.” There was no getting through to him, not now at least, and not by yourself. Maybe Eijiro would have better luck. 

He squeezed your hand with the smallest smile, “Wanna go home?” 

“More than anything.” 

It’d been almost two months since Katsuki allowed himself back into the house you all shared. At first, it all felt like a dream to him, like he would reach out to touch something, expecting his hand to pass right through it. As days went by though, he slowly, very, veryslowly, grew more comfortable in his space again. 

It took him 3 days to put his arm around you on the sofa, six for you to cuddle into his side. Eight days to sleep in the same bed with you and Eijiro. Three weeks and a whole lot of convincing before he let you sleep between them again. 

The gloves always had to be on though. He came home every single day wearing them, hell, he put them on the moment he left the agency. The only time he could be seen without them was when he was in the shower or if he was cooking. They were so versatile, he could do nearly anything with them, he didn’t see a reason to not wear them, especially when they kept the people he loved safe.   

Both you and Eijiro joked that they were his armor. The shields he now always had up. 

Just over a month had passed since he returned. Finally getting back into the rhythm of his normal life. He’d come home after work, tossed his keys in the little bowl by the door, unlaced his shoes, and placed them to the right of yours. He’d barely stepped foot in the kitchen when he heard the prettiest sounds coming from your bedroom down the hall. 

Your sweet little moans that he’d missed so much tickled his ears quickened his heart, and went right to his cock. He was following your voice before he even realized what he was doing. Feet stopping him before he could walk in the room, instead, he just looked on from the doorway, watching your fingers tug at Eijiro’s hair, keeping that tongue of his in place as he brought you closer to your high. 

Your eyes were shut, hips bucking against his boyfriend’s face desperately, making the redhead’s hands move off your breasts and hold your hips steady so he could have you exactly how he wanted. 

“K-Kat,” He hadn’t seen those pretty eyes of yours open and he sure as shit didn’t see them land on him. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t ready for this again, he couldn’t trust himself like this with you again…

“I know, love,” Eijiro cooed and kissed his way up your thighs before Katsuki could even speak, “We’ll find a way to get him to play with you soon, promise.” 

He hadn’t realized Katsuki had come home, you had to tell him, and now two sets of eyes were on him. 

“You should join us.” Eijiro’s voice was thick, laced with lust, and Katsuki knew he was so hopefully this meant you all would be together again. 

It killed him to admit, “I— I can’t.” 

“Please, KitKat,” You whined with fingers dipping back into your heat in Eijiro’s absence. 

The redhead got up off the bed and walked right up to his boyfriend who looked ready to bolt from the room at any moment. His lips were as warm as ever, and Katsuki groaned at the taste of you on his tongue. It impaired his better judgment, allowed Eijiro time to wrap his arm around him and pull him into the room, and shut the door. “If you don’t want to partake, at least let us give you a show.” 

And shows were the only way Katsuki would partake… for weeks. 

At first, you could admit, it was a little fun. 

Katsuki couldn’t help but get hard from watching you and Eijiro together, he’d end up with his cock out usually making a mess across his abs or having Eijiro suck him off once you were completely spent.

It didn’t take the blonde long to graduate from simply watching to making requests. He liked the control, making Eijiro hold out a little longer or instructing the man to keep pushing you further when your legs were already shaking. 

But, after a while, you were left craving more. What the three of you once shared. 

You wanted Katsuki to press you up against the shower wall in the mornings like he used to while Eijiro slept in or, wrap your hand around his cock in the middle of the night, slowly stroking him until he woke up. If you tried luring him in now though, he wouldn’t have it. Anything more than making out and he would move across the room, a safe distance away, and ask Eijiro to step in. 

He couldn’t keep pushing you away though, not forever, not if you all were really going to be able to work past this. 

You’d curled up in his lap, watching a movie on a rare Saturday night that the three of you managed to have off together. You sat there, comfy and cozy knowing perfectly well that at some point one of you would get needy, it was just a matter of who would break first. 

There was the way you angled your body into Katsuki, in just the perfect way so you could lay feather-light kisses against his neck. It made his gloved hand start to wander higher up your leg. The subtle shift of Katsuki’s arm brought you up just enough so his lips could meet yours. 

Soft and slow, sucking in your lower lip, brushing against his with your tongue. You could feel his hand slow start to lift your shirt up and you flinched and the cool material making him jerk away with an apology on his lips. 

“Kat, baby, please,” you mumbled against his lips.

He’s still kissing you and you can tell he doesn’t want to stop either. You can feel what you’re doing to him and yet he refuses to let you do anything about it. 

You pulled back and pressed your hand to the side of his face, thumb brushing his cheekbone, seeing the pain you felt reflected in his eyes was almost too much to bear. 

From the recliner, Eijiro cleared his throat. He’d seen the interaction, “I might have an idea…” He left the room, followed by yours and Katsuki’s quizzical looks that only grew when he came back with the very plain-looking box that was usually tucked under your bed, and one of the chairs from the sitting room.

“Eijiro…” 

“Just trust me, man.” 

You craned your neck trying to see what he was going to pull out and it ended up being the ropes that were usually reserved for you, so, logically, you moved off of Katsuki and moved closer to Eijiro. “Tonight these aren’t for you, cutie. I’ve got something else in mind.” 

He kissed the top of your head and then held his hand out for Katsuki to take, wiggling his fingers playfully when he didn’t immediately grab it, and when he still didn’t take it, Eijiro crouched between his legs. “You told me you wanted to get past this…” 

“Still do, but, I don’t think ‘m ready.” 

It was almost odd seeing Katuski so timid about this, about anything at all! 

“Can you please just try, for Y/N and me? You two can enjoy each other again and you won’t be able to use your hands this way. If you’re really not comfortable all you’ve gotta do is say the word and everything will stop, you know that.” 

After a couple seconds and a quick glance at you, he gave a curt nod of his blonde head, Katsuki finally allowed Eijiro to pull him to his feet. He sat him down in the wide padded chair. “Arms on the rests f’me,” and you watched as Katsuki did exactly as he was instructed, giving up the control he usually wielded, “Thank you, baby.” Eijiro brushed the blonde hair off his forehead and kissed him softly before getting to work with the rope. 

Katsuki might have been more precise and meticulous when tying you up but Eijiro also knew what he was doing. He focused more on your comfort than the overall aesthetic, so it didn’t surprise you when every few seconds Eijiro would check in with him, needing to know if anything was uncomfortable for him or too tight. 

When Eijiro was confident his rope work was done, he knelt and help Katsuki slip out of the sweats he’d been wearing before looking over his shoulder at you with a grin. “Get comfy, love, he’s all yours.” 

You wasted no time crawling right into Katsuki’s lap. There was no denying that you missed the way his arms would hold you, or how his hands were always so warm against your skin, but the groan he made when you settled over him, even with your panties still on, fuck, you’d missed it. You’d gotten used to his muscles being taught anytime he held you recently, even with the gloves on, his guard was up. But, the ropes seemed to provide him with an extra layer of safety that allowed him to really enjoy you once again. 

“Missed you…” Your warm breath on his neck sent goosebumps racing over his skin, and his mouth hung open when your lips made contact. Eijiro on the opposite side alright lightly nibbling at the sensitive spot just below his ear. 

All of you heard him strain against the ropes, peeking downward and watching his fingers flex. 

“Eager, isn’t he, little one?” 

“Mmhm,” You smiled while Eijiro teased and taunted, already feeling his aching cock right against your ass. 

You reached around and wrapped your fingers around him, swallowing his groan with a kiss while you delicately swiped the pre that escaped him right off his tip and down his shaft. “Eiji, baby, ‘s so hard already.” 

You could see those sharp teeth perfectly with the smile Eijiro wore, one of his hands moved from the back of Katsuki’s neck and into his hair. He had him by the roots, angling him back and you felt him twitch in your palm even as managed to spit a swear before Eijiro could kiss him. 

With his mouth occupied you continued to focus on his cock and sucking a chain of love marks down his porcelain skin, using your free hand to try and pull the collar of his shirt down as far as you could, but unable to properly reach his collarbones had you huffing in frustration. 

“’S the matter, baby?” Eijiro asked, his hand caressing your cheek. 

“Wish we took his shirt off before he got tied up.” 

“Oh, is that all?” That grin was back, “Lean back f’me, love, I can fix this.” 

You did what he said and pressed Katsuki’s cock right to your ass in the process making him suck his teeth, the both of you keeping eyes on Eijiro’s hands that came over the blonde’s shoulders and fisted the cotton fabric that covered his chest. 

He didn’t even have his quirk active, all he did was pull and the shirt never stood a chance. Hanging now in tatters off Katsuki’s frame, “Holy shit—!”, the both of you muttered in unison making Eijiro chuckle.

The action left your panties soaked and you really couldn’t wait any longer. Not even allowing yourself the time to stand and shimmy off your panties, you settled for just pushing them to the side and lining Katsuki up to your dripping cunt. 

His hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard that if you could have seen his knuckles, you were sure they would’ve been white. “Fuck, princess—! Slower, ‘s been a while.” You could tell it wounded his pride to admit but took your time sliding down his cock per his request.

“Could guide me if you had those hands free and just took off those gloves…” You teased him.

“Shut it.” 

“She’s right you know.” 

“Yeah, I get it!” 

You had him buried inside, feeling so full in his lap with your walls fluttering, and your hands resting on his chest. You kissed back up his neck, “Just tell me when I can move, baby, won’t go until you say so.” 

He sucked in a few deep breaths through his nose because if you moved too soon, he’d bust long before he was ready. So, he let you and Eijiro toy with him. Kissing, sucking, and nipping at his skin, all the light lingering touches until he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Move.” 

“Nicer,” Eijiro demanded of him.

“Please, move.” 

You sweetly kissed his lips and lifted up off him just about halfway and then sank right back down to see how he’d do. The ropes strained again and it made you smile just knowing what he wanted to do. 

He didn’t forget his manners this time, “More, please.” And you graciously gave him whatever he asked. Letting him control you with words rather than physically. He had to communicate, he had to tell you what he wanted, what he needed. 

“Wanna see you.” He mumbled and it made you confused, all he had to do was tilt his head and he’d get a lovely view of the way his cock was vanishing inside you, but Eijiro knew what he meant.

He moved from his spot behind Katsuki, coming up behind you instead, “Think he wants these, baby,” His large fingers expertly pinched your nipples right through your shirt before his hands moved down to the hem. “Arms up for me.” He didn’t ruin your shirt like he’d done with your boyfriend’s. He lifted it off your body, kissing your shoulders once it was removed and giving Katsuki the perfect view of them bouncing as you kept on riding him. 

“Pinch ‘em again f’me, Ei. Like it when she squirms.” And he would’ve if you hadn’t told him no, both men instantly freezing. 

“If Kat wants that, he’s gotta do it himself.” 

“What!?” 

“You heard me,” You still lifted yourself up and down his shaft while you spoke, “No more being Eiji’s puppet master. If you wanna see something done to me, you’ve gotta take your armor off and do it yourself.” 

Katsuki might have looked like his world was just spun sideways but Eijiro was actually chuckling. “I think you’re onto somethin’, baby girl.” He kissed your temple while Katsuki sputtered. 

“The fuck she is!” 

“Calm down. She’s listened to every instruction you’ve given her, slow down, go harder, whatever you’ve asked for, she’s given. I think it’s only fair that you can’t ask me to do those things for you anymore.” 

Still, Katsuki’s jaw was set tight, and you knew he was pissed, that much was painfully obvious. What you could figure out was what he intended to do about it. 

His garnet eyes darted between you and Eijiro like he couldn’t actually believe the two of you were siding with each other on this. For a second you wondered if you might have pushed too far, that this might have been too much for him to handle. Fear crept in and your hips nearly stilled.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” His words were practically a growl from someplace deep in his chest and you obeyed without a second thought. “Undo the binds.” Your walls clenched at the words and you knew you were in for it. 

The moment the ropes fell to the floor Katsuki was standing, using cool hands to wrap your legs around him, keeping his cock still buried deep. Eijiro was just a second behind him, grinning like it was his damn birthday all the way to the bedroom. 

Your back hit the mattress and before you let Katsuki do a single thing, you tapped the gloves, “Off.” 

He tore them from his hands, throwing them against the far wall, and then scalding, scared hands pulled you in.

They felt different. It wasn’t the fact it had been months since he’d had them on you, you’d remember his touch anywhere. He had new scars from explosions he’d caused over the weeks his hands had been in the gloves. The damage he’d inflicted upon himself.

Katsuki leaned down to kiss you before doing anything else. “They’re alright. They don’t hurt. Promise.” 

And he didn’t give you any more time to worry about it right then. He already had your hips up off the bed, “Getting in my fuckin’ way.” He ripped the panties that you never bothered taking off before using you like you were nothing more than a tool for his desires. 

You got exactly what you’d been craving, there wasn’t a part of you Katsuki left untouched. Rough fingers tugging at your nipples, making them pull with each harsh snap of his hips. He groped at your ass, pulled at your hair, and pushed your legs further and further apart. 

When one orgasm ripped through you he didn’t even falter. “Hell, princess, already?” He flipped you over, face pressed into a pillow and he positioned your ass exactly where he wanted it, watching your cum drip out and run down your thighs before pushing himself back in. 

He would’ve stayed upright, fucking you with both feet planted on the ground, had it not been for Eijiro bending him over top you. What you wouldn’t have given to see the look on Katsuki’s face when Eijiro bullied his cock inside him. Your ears were flooded by a guttural moan, and your hips were gripped so tightly that bruises were bound to show up within the hour. 

“Fuck, wait, Ei—!” Katsuki was twitching inside you and you waited for him to flood your cunt but he managed to hold off again. 

“Awe, too much for our KitKat?” 

You pushed the blond further, sitting on all fours, looking back at the two of them. Katsuki’s head dipped low, nearly resting on your back meanwhile, Eijiro teeth were sinking into his lower lip and you knew he was working his inches inside Katsuki little by little. 

“Ah, there ya go.” He ran a soothing hand over Katsuki’s back, “Now, be good f’us and fill our little one up.” He retracted his hips and eased, back in quicker than before, making Katsuki push into you as well, “She’s been so needy for you, baby.” Eijiro repeated the motion, quicker still, “Talkin’ about how much she misses your cock,” Another thrust, “Oh. And she really misses your fingers on that pretty clit of hers.” 

Katsuki didn’t need any more of a hint. Rough fingers were on your sensitive bundle of nerves in seconds and your arms gave way landing you on the pillow below that muffled your cry. 

With the way he moved, clearly not forgetting exactly what you liked, he was going to have you cumming for him again in record time. “Kat!” You have to turn your head for him to properly hear you, “Feel s’good, baby. Wanna cum f’you.” 

“You as— askin’ permission, princess?” Eijiro’s thrusts had him stammering and you just knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer either.

You nod your head but it wasn’t enough for either of them. “Words.” Both of them reminded you and you whined.

“Please! Please, yes, I’m asking!” 

Eijiro still had a good pace going, rocking the both of you with ease. He had Katsuki so close the man could barely form a sentence so, Eijiro took it upon himself. “Cum when Kat does, little one, hold out until then.” 

Katsuki can feel you practically sob, so close to the edge and not being allowed to let that cord snap. He kissed up your spine. “’M close, babe, just— fuck— hang on.” 

Katsuki’s head was pulled back from your ear, lightly this time by Eijiro’s hand. “Do you wanna cum, baby?” 

“Y-yes.” 

“Then ask me.” 

“Fu—“

“Ah-ah,” Eijiro cut him off, "I’ll drag this out for the both of you if you get your temper goin’. Try again.” 

“Wanna cum, Ei. Fuck, I want it. Please, can y’make me cum?” 

Sharp teeth were right against his earlobe. “Don’t let up on that clit of hers, understand?” 

In an instant his fingers worked even quicker than before to the point you weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold out like Eijiro had ordered but then those teeth sunk into Katsuki’s shoulder and the hand he’d had posted on your hip flew to the back of Eijiro’s neck to hold him in place. 

Your fingers fisted the sheets and Katsuki couldn’t keep his pace on your clit, instead, it was all jerky movements until his first rope of cum shot into you. And he had so much more to give. The way your orgasm milked him had him painting your walls white, filling you to the brim until his cum was leaking out and onto the sheets below. 

Eijiro kept his teeth embedded until he came too, just a minute or so later. 

Months ago, it used to be one of the boys who’d get up and make sure you had a warm towel to clean yourself up, or they’d be picking you up to take a bath, but not tonight though. 

Eijiro pulled himself out and then helped Katsuki ease out of you and let you slowly roll over onto your back. He waited until Katsuki was situated in your arms, his head resting comfortably against your chest, and only then did Eijiro cuddle in beside the two of you. One arm under your neck and the other across Katsuki’s back. 

You had both your hands playing with Katsuki’s blonde locks, running your fingers through them, scratching at his scalp. “Thanks.” He muttered and both you and Eijiro knew that covered so many different things. 

“Don’t have to thank us.” Eijiro started and let you finish with, “You’re worth fighting for, KitKat. We love you.” 

He snorted a laugh at the comments he deemed ‘too sappy’, and yet he was the one who, after insisting you all needed to shower, that he was gonna marry the two of you one day. 

tags:; Bakugo x reader, established relationship, mentions of food, fluff, domestic

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You and Bakugo did not act like you two were dating. More like an old married couple that bickered way too much. Others around you had no idea how both of you hadn’t killed each other with the constant fights and attitude. But no one needed to know. The only thing that mattered was that Katsuki and you knew. He had dragged you at 7am to go to the farmers market. 7am on a Sunday morning was a death sentence to you. 

“Kats you can’t do this to me.” You grumbled into his pecs, drooling into his skin, laying on him like a personal heater. “Doll you gotta get up,” He said pinching your side. You moaned into his shoulder digging yourself into his warm side. “Baby go without me i’m sleepy.” You snuggled into him wrapping yourself into him. 

“Either you get up or I make you get up and we both know how that turns out.” 

“Leave me here to die.” You ignored his words and basked in his warmth like a cat in the sun. 

“Fine don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Katsuki said before gripping his hands on your sleepy body. 

“No!”

It was too bright and you were not in the mood. You were walking around the busy farmers market hand in hand with your boyfriend. He loved to cook so Katsuki would drag you to the farmers market to pick up ingredients. 

“You’re such a snob grocery stores are just as fine.” You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend 

“No it’s not. It’s full of pesticides and other junk bad for your body and Im not eating it.” He squinted in disbelief at you.

“Who cares?” You groaned 

“Who cares? I care my body is a temple and so is yours.”

“Yeah my body is a temple” You quoted with your fingers and laughed, “You hand feed me Mcdonald’s fries after nights out.” 

He laughed and smacked your side

“Ow!”

“That’s only because you refuse to eat anything else when you drink.” 

“So not the point.”

His arm was around your waist as you walked down the street of vendors. You had a tote bag on your shoulder. Wearing a short sundress and sandals to fit the hot weather that today. Bakugo had the ice coffee you forced him to get you in one hand and your waist in the other.  

“Give me.” You nudged him and he brought the ice coffee to your lips. 

“Thank you.” You hummed and he grunted. You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. Katsuki tasted the semi sweet coffee flavor on your lips at your kiss. 

He was used to your princess treatment but that didn’t mean he didn’t get annoyed with you.

“What are we getting anyway.” You said eyeing the list he had sticking out of his pocket. 

“Vegetables.” He said dragging you from vendor to vendor. Your bag was getting heavier. 

“Don’t you dare.” You said at the tomatoes resting in his hands as he tried to decide which ones to pick. 

“You’re such a baby. Tomatoes aren’t that bad.” He said with bored vermillion eyes. 

“Says the person that will eat anything.” You whined.

“I cook so you’re going to like it.” He said exchanging money with the vendor. Katsuki slipped the heavy bag from your shoulder to his. 

“Hm…yeah i don’t know about that.” 

“You’re such a brat.” 

“And you’re an asshole.” 

The vendor was staring at both of you with wide eyed at your foul language to each other. It was a big contrast from usual couples. Most couples are lovey dovey and morning people who enjoyed spending time together and the farmers market. Quiet happy couples. You two were bickering and smacking each other, generally being assholes to each other. 

Katsuki tugged you to his side and both of you moved on to the next stall. 

“Here, you’re still cranky.” He said nudging the straw to your lips, still holding your drink. 

“I am not.”

You continued to sip your watered down coffee. The cup was tiny in his large grip and scarred knuckles. With only semblance of color are his reddened knuckles and a bright pink pinky finger you painted a couple days ago. 

“Yes you are. You’re not a functional person until noon or you drink caffeine.” He laughed showing his teeth at your glare. 

“No one is a functional person at 7am. You know who is. Psychos, psychos and you.” You retorted swatted his hand pinching your ass. 

“Yeah and this psycho is dating you.” 

You frowned at his words. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I would never date you.” 

But within the slaps he was giving loving squeezes, holding a coffee to your lips, and carrying the bag so you would be comfortable. It was the least he could do dragging you out of bed so early. 

After he finished his list you two walked bag to the car. He started to put away the groceries as you sit in the passenger seat waiting for him. Katsuki looked like was going to bite you when you tried to help. 

He sat down in the drivers seat and kissed your hand. Shifted the car into gear and rested his hand on your thigh as you played according to him your “god awful” music. Katsuki wouldn’t spend his Sundays with anyone else. Ready to go home and kick you out of the kitchen and cook both of you lunch as you played with your pets in the living room watching whatever show you were obsessed with now. Then to have you cuddle him and thank him for cooking, and forcing him to take an afternoon nap as your pillow.

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tags:; AFAB reader, established relationship, bakugo being mean, angst to fluff, shoto is your best friend

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“Stop being a jackass.” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend Katuski’s behavior.

“I’m not being a jackass you’re just being a bitch.”He sniped back with an attitude. His red eyes narrowing in anger

“Fine.” standing up and leaving the lunch table and sitting next to Shoto.You didnt have the energy to fight with him.

Shoto looked at you in surprise, you never sat with him at lunch and you had a scowl on your face.“What’s wrong y/n” He asked slurping cold noodles

Shoto and you were super close friends when you first started UA and of course that bothered Katsuki’s possessive ass but that didn’t stop you from having other relationships.

“He’s being annoying so iIm spending time away before I punch him in the mouth.” you grumbled ignoring the set of eyes boring into the back of your head. Shoto leaned over and saw Bakugo’s glare directed towards you from across the cafeteria.

Today was not a good day and you stupidly went to your boyfriend to feel better.

Shoto shrugged at your reply and kept eating his food as you changed the subject and discussed the upcoming homework with him.

In all honestly maybe you were blowing things out of proportion but you had just started your period and him calling you bitch really set you off.

For the rest of the day you avoided Bakugo only pissing him off further.

He got the notification on his phone it was your time of the month and felt bad for arguing and just wanted to make it up to you. You were especially sensitive during this time and in severe pain and he only made it worse.

During training he tried to partner up with you but you swiftly turned on your heel once he moved in your direction and partnered up with Mina instead.

Internally he was groaning in defeat but his scowl only deepened further at your obvious dismissal of him.

Why were you making things so damn difficult when he just wanted to apologize and give you a hug like you were craving.

When Mina body chucked you to the ground right as a cramp hit, you laid on the floor for an extra minute or two breathing heavily. Bakugo temporarily got distracted at you on the floor during his sparring with shitty hair and got clocked.

By the time he realized what had happened he was on the ground and Mina was helping you up as you limped to recovery girl.

Were you really in that much pain? Mina wasn’t exactly your biggest rival when it came to hand to hand combat.

“Hey man you all right?” Kiri asked with furrowed brows at his sparring partner’s distraction.

“Yeah it’s just y/n…” he responded not letting his eyes off of you.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Kiri reassured as you disappeared down the hallway, gripping Bakugo’s hand and hauling him to his feet.

Training went on for another hour or so before Aizawa called it a day and dismissed the class.

Bakugo made a beeline for recovery girl’s office.

The sun was setting, golden light filling the room, when he burst into the infirmary to find you in bed with your arm slung over your eyes and slowly breathing.

At the noise you lifted your head and squinted at his figure at the door.

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you think dumbass i’m coming to check up on you.” He rolled his eyes and came to sit on the bed next to you.

“I don’t want you here, go away.” you groaned moving away from him and getting out of the bed.

“Hey! come on I didn’t mean what I said earlier please sit down.” He tried to coax you back into bed. Honestly hurt that you didn’t even want him near you.

You grabbed your book bag and slid on your shoes ignoring his presence. Going back to your dorm was for the best

Bakugo stood up from bed and tried to pry the book bag from your grasp.

“Seriously! don’t touch me.” you almost growled yanking the book bag from his grasp and quickly making down the hallway back into the dorms with him hot on your heels.

“Baby come on I didn’t mean it just was in a bad mood please just let me help you.” he pleaded as you began to unlock your door.

You snorted in disbelief. Everyone was in the commons room on the couches watching you two at your door.

Quickly opening the door and sliding in to slam it closed in his face. Bakugo groaned out on frustration before resting his head against the door.

He slowly turned to see all of class 1-A staring at him, “What are you extras staring at!” making everyone quickly avoid his gaze going back to whatever they were doing before.

You and Bakugo always came back to your dorms and stayed there together til dinner time then fell asleep together to get ready for school the next morning.

Now that he was locked out Katsuki was pissed. He plopped down on the couch with the rest of the class as they all joked when Denki smugly moved to sit next to him.

“So y/n is mad at you. What did you do?”

Bakugo side eyed him before running his hand over his face in frustration, “I called her a bitch and she’s on her period right now.”

Denki whistled lowly, “Damn you really are a lady killer.”

“I know alright but i didn’t know that she was on it today so.”

Urakaka piped up, “Still you shouldn’t be calling you girlfriend a bitch period or not. Not everyone has tough skin like you.”

He groaned for what seemed like the 50th time today knowing they were both right.

“I know okay! I don’t know how to fix it she won’t even give me the time of day!”

“I would give her time right now her emotions are way too scattered for her to think clearly about an apology.” Uraraka advised

You were known for being a pretty normal tempered person but when it was your time of the month you were either a sobbing mess or would rip someone’s head off for breathing too loudly around you. Bakugo knew this and always was extra cautious around this time not wanting to be victim to your emotions. He would cuddle you with his warm hands and bring you extra food so you wouldn’t pass out and dote on you being the perfect boyfriend. Not a boyfriend that called you a bitch.

Crying into your pillow no amount of pain killers were working for your cramps and your boyfriend called you a bitch today. Everything was terrible and you just wanted to disappear.

It had been a couple hours since you locked Bakugo out and you were getting dehydrated.

You slowly crawled out of bed and went into the kitchen to get some water when the ice machine was broken. Now this isn’t something to cry about usually. But that seemed like the last straw today.

Rolling your eyes you already felt the tears starting to drop.

God this is so stupid you just wanted ice.

At a noise you turned seeing Shoto enter the kitchen.

He frowned at your sad appearance, “Y/n why are you crying?”

“The stupid ice maker is broken.” you said staring at your half full glass

Shoto blinked before making his way over to you and producing a shard of ice in his hand and dropping it in your glass.

The tears wouldn’t stop but you kind of felt relieved. He was always the one nice person you could count on no matter what.

“Thanks Sho,” you whispered before giving him a hug.

It took months when you first became friends for him to accept high fives or hugs from you but slowly but surely you trained him to accept them.

He gently patted your head and rubbed your back.

“I know it’s your time of the month but you cry over ice?” He asked making you laugh.

“Yeah I guess I do.”

“Okay.”

You two slowly let go and Shoto went into the fridge to eat leftover cold sobo and started to eat it at the counter as you drank your water.

Shoto’s bluntness always made you laugh so the small talk took your mind off of things as you talked about whatever you wanted. Joking about his dad was always a favorite pastime of yours ever since Sho revealed what happened to him when he was little during a heavy all nighter last year.

As you finished your glass of water you heard the door slam from across the hall. You didn’t even need to look up to know who was walking into the kitchen with a foul attitude and heavy footsteps.

Shoto turned his head at the noise and looked at you before excusing himself from the kitchen. Not before gently patting your shoulder during his exit.

Dropping your glass in the sink, you waited on his yelling.

“Oh so you’ll spend your time with Icy-Hot but not me? Are you still mad from before?”

Turning your head you saw his squinted irritated eyes and crossed arms not five feet from you.

You wanted to laugh at his obvious question.

“Shoto is my friend so yes I like to spend time with him and yes i’m still mad about before.”

The cramps were twisting your insides and making your headache worse.

“I’m sorry I should’ve been more sensitive to you today but you’re being dramatic.” He sneered.

All you wanted was an apology but OF COURSE Katsuki had to say an excuse ridding him of responsibility. For once for him to be genuinely sorry, was that so much to ask when he said he loved you?

As you brushed past him before he shot out his hand out grabbing you and pulling you into his embrace.

Katsuki saw the dropped look on your face from his awful apology and internally started to panic. He couldn’t deal with this for a week, Katsuki needed you two to be okay.

You shoved him off and failed as his iron grip only tightened against his chest.

He started to rub your back soothingly.

“Stop touching me.” you muffled into his chest.

“I’m sorry I know you’re in pain. I shouldn’t have called you a bitch you’re not bitchy you’re just not feeling well. I know I can be a shitty boyfriend so let me make it up to you and go lay down in bed. I will cuddle you as much as you want.”

Finally relaxing at his words you let your face smoosh against his broad chest and let him rub his warm fingers down your spine.

“Fine I forgive you.”

He let out a small sigh of relief at your words and kissed the top of your head.

Kats carried you to your bed and held you until you fell asleep.

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