Word Count: No idea, typing this at 2:30 AM from the mobile app haha
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Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, TW: Alcohol
Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.
A/N: Heyo! I haven’t written a fic in a LONG time, so bear with me, please. I got this idea from a tiktok on Instagram based off of a line in Melanie Harlow’s book “Make Me Yours”. I haven’t proofread this yet, I’ll do that in the morning, and I think I may make a part two!
Being a pro hero was hard as it is, but you knew that Training Day was only getting harder and harder.
Not because you were struggling with your quirk, no not at all. In fact, Aizawa has made it clear that you were hitting a plateau and needed to consider making your training sessions a bit more challenging to try and push yourself out of the spot you were in. And even though you agreed with him, and understood what needed to be done, you also knew that meant you’d have to rotate from your training area which… would break your line of sight of him.
At first, you only noticed him when he became loud and obnoxious. Really leaning into the explosive behavior like he even needed to reassure anyone of who he was or what his hero name stood for. The area he was working on was a bit ahead of yours and to the side. You had a clear view of him, but he’d have to be turning around to even see you, which made this spot all the more irreplaceable. Your eyes could drift and wander to places they shouldn’t be and… no one was the wiser. You had memorized your training routine perfectly, throwing one punch after the other at the punching bag without even having to watch to see if they connected properly. This way, your eyes could be watching his training instead.
You admired how he put his all into every session he committed to. He didn’t work his way towards stronger hits over time or slowly try to progress through new maneuvers and feats, he just.. went for it. Bursting forward with all the momentum he could muster, his voice deep and full of determination as he shouted out his anguish while ascending on his target. Blow after blow causing explosive reactions that sent the sweet smell of caramel wafting throughout the training ground with hazes of black smoke in its wake. You hated how distracting that smell was at first but you’ve come to love it now. Yearn for it. The smell hits all strong you could almost taste it, and at its most palpable, it sent your head swirling with thinking of all the ways you wanted to get closer to him.
How much longer were you going to be able to keep this training rouse up until Aizawa intervened? How much more of just watching him work could you even take? More importantly, how much longer could you stop your lewd thoughts from intruding on your training sessions? With each punch you connected to that bag, your head started to overlay that heavy, thudding sound over visions of a headboard pounding up against the wall over and over. The chain’s rattled became the accompanying squeak of the mattress spring, and your rough pants and heavy breaths were slowly becoming his making. He’d be on top of you, one hand gripping your thigh against his chest while the other held onto your hip. He’d be slamming into your wet folds with a meticulous thrust that had your toes curling and your eyes glued to his. He’d warn you not to look away. If you looked away, he’d stop. He’d slow down to an achingly slow pace and you needed all that he could give you in that moment. Your eyes would be locked onto his, your breath rising higher and higher the closer you became and he’d… he’d…
You’ve had to catch yourself a few times before like this from dazing out completely during a workout at the thought of it. Each time your thighs would tremble, you’d clear tour throat, and focus back up, but you knew this had to come to a head at some point. This couldn’t stay in your head for much longer… and with the cow you made to yourself after you got out of bed, you knew that today: even was enough.
With all the strength you had left you channeled your quirk and slowed down the time and space around you to land your new max of three hits per second. You released your hold at just the right time that the impact of all three hits sent that bag flying down the course, slamming into a brick wall at the end. You got a few head turns your way with a few of your classmates cheering you on and pumping you up as you took the moment to catch your breath. You hadn’t realized it, but you were drenched in sweat. Your tank top was wet all over you back, neckline stuck to your skin, and your leggings didn’t even feel like you are wearing any at this point. And all the while, as you softly laughed at your friends and colleagues for their kind remarks and accolades, you only briefly were able to catch that piercing red glance from him.
You swear you almost wanted to activa te your quirk again just to last in that gaze just a little while longer. His back soaked with sweat, his hair dripping down his neck and forehead, just to see that eye staring at you from over his shoulder. The contact lasted for less than you ever wanted it to, but just as quickly as he looked at you, he was focused back on his targets even quicker.
You left the training grounds knowing what needed to be done tonight. And your friends were quick to help you prepare…
“Wait, wait wait…” Mina took another long drink of her wine, “Bakugou?! That’s the one you want??”
Momo and Tsuyu burst out laughing at her. “Mina, I swear we told you this before!” Momo giggled, “Y/N’s had her eye on him for a while~”
“I mean I get it, but… THAT HOT HEAD?! I thought we were talking about someone like Shouto or something!”
“Haha, no, sorry, Mina, I just… can’t explain it.” You started to mess with your hair before your eyes started to get lost in the cup before you, “Sure, we don’t really talk other than about things like form or job postings, but there’s just something about him that makes me want to know him… more.”
“Well then I think texting him is a great idea!” Said a slight inebriated Momo, “Maybe you two can start up a chat and find some common ground that way”
“Or just tell him how you feel, that might for well!” Tsuyu added, “But knowing Bakugou, either approach might time some time to truly benefit you”
Slamming down her bottle, Mina burst out with “Well either way, that’s what the liquid courage is for! So drink up, lady!” Causing the girls to giggle and toast as you all started to toss it back with conversations about what each other were going through with jobs at the moment.
Hours later though, you were now the only one up at your place. Momo had passed out on the couch, toppled by Mina, with Tsuyu conked out on the floor. Now at peek drunkness, you knew this was your shot. This was your chance to start up the conversation with Bakugou, telling him that you wanted to hang out sometime and get to know each other better. So just before passing out yourself, you crafted your text, and hit send. Quickly you launched your phone away from you, and slept until morning.
With the sun as your alarm clock, you woke up sometime in the afternoon to an empty home. Momo, Mina, and Tsuyu had headed up earlier in the morning and left you a note saying “Sorry we passed out before we helped with the text! We’re still here to help! xoxo” You smiled as you put it down, thinking back to how the night ended until you froze. The memory of drafting a text came flooding into your head and you quickly went searching for your phone. It took you about 10 minutes until you found it and then when you did… you wished you hadn’t. What you sent wasn’t anything like what you intended, and what was worse of all, was that they all went left on read.
To: Bakugou Katsuki
From: Y/N Y/L/N
- Bakugou, I can’t take it anymore….. im so tired of jsut watching you work& get all sweaty&& messy!It’s fucking time we handled this!…
- Yu knw what I’m talkng about, too. I saw you look @ me 2day…
- You wanna fuck me JUST as bad as I wanna fuk you, hmm? You want this pussy, don’t you, baby
- I know you do, and I relly wanna give it 2 yu
- You smell so sweet, bby. Like candy. I’ll treat your dick like a lollipopp … I’ll lick it from bse to tip. Your balls can be lke cherries, hmm?
- I’ll put them in my mouth an
“Ohhh nononononononono” you muttered as you read through all that you had sent. You thought this can’t be serious, you can’t EVER show your face now. You hurriedly took screenshots and sent them to the girls who had about the reactions you were expecting, if you’re honest with yourself. Mins thought it was all hilarious. Tsuyu was trying to explain the likelihood that Bakugou would have actually cared, and Momo tried to give you additional silver linings and things you can try to do to mitigate the damage.
Momo: Send him a “Sorry about that, please disregard these” text!
Mina: Noooo, nonono, tell him “oops, wrong person”
Tsuyu: Mina, the first text has the man’s name in it. Y/N, how bout you just tell him you were drunk and you didn’t mean it?
Their advice rummaged around your head all day. Working some of your jobs today took your mind from it all, but it only took a billboard or a poster to hVe it all flooding back to you. You checked your phone a few times throughout the day to see if thee was any response and to just… contemplate who’s advice you should even take. Momo had a good point, Mina… Nevermind, and Tsuyu had a good idea, too. But even when you pulled the chat up and readied your fingers to start to compose something, anything, you froze and just… put the phone away.
It went like this all day until you finally closed out for the day. Going to the training grounds with the other heroes was a no go, today, and maybe.. ever. Could you really show your face there again? Have Bakugou glaring at you while you do your sets? What a nightmare to even consider. So, you sent off a text to Aizawa telling him you wouldn’t be there today, and headed home to unwind and just rest from the insane 48 hours you’ve had.
It wasn’t until later that night that you had finally cemented on what you were going to say.
Momo’s suggestion just felt like it would work out best, so after only a few glasses of wine after a warm, cleansing shower, you pulled up the text to compose and…
Bakugou is typing…
“Nooooo nonononono!” You stared with wide eyes at your phone. You waited too long! You were convinced he was going to call you a freak. A weirdo. Say you were “down bad” and just another extra in the background of his life. You were pacing your room, panicked at what terrible comment he was about to make when you finally heard that notification ping on your phone.
To: Y/N Y/L/N
From: Bakugou Katsuki
- Don’t end the scenario now. Tell me, Y/N.
- What happens next?
- I didn’t think you had noticed me staring at you while you worked. Your form, the way your clothes stuck to your body after a long, hard session…
- I know you probably sent this while being drunk or something, but I’m hoping this is truly how you feel, because if so
Drunk omega Izuku and drunk alpha Katsuki sleeping together and getting lost in the moment and Katsuki bites his neck and the bond. But when they wake up Katsuki doesn’t remember. So Izuku decides to ask alpha Kirishima to bit over it for a new bond so he doesn’t hurt so bad. Katsuki is pissed and they fight about it and Izuku is yelling at him “I only did it cover up the one underneath!” Katsuki is instantly worried. ‘When did he get bonded before?’ 'who did it?’ 'did they hurt him?’ 'Was it against his will?’ He settled on “you know you could have asked me” Izuku is brought to tears and whispers “it was yours” and Katsuki only has more questions but this time laced with regret.
character : katsuki bakugou genre : angst, fluff, crack words : 2.5k+
themes : pining, ongoing fic, truth or dare, angsty, fluff, kissing masterlist
synopsis: bakugou isn’t one to back down from a dare, so when he’s dared to make y/n fall in love with him, he does just that, not expecting to fall in love himself.
important - this is a rewrite of the original i made a couple months ago so ignore them they’ll be deleted shortly after uploading this!.
your quirk : telekinesis, you can make yourself float and occasionally fly, your hair lifts up as well, you can use your hands and mind but usually use your hands since it stabilizes the power, you can also transfer power into any limb you desire which gives it strength for however long. if you use too much your nose bleeds and you can faint.
listen to: cigarette daydreams | cage the elephant please never fall in love again | ollie mn let’s fall in love for the night | finneas these are all on my “bakugou.” playlist on my spotify : VIYA
“the girls are going to be here in 10 minutes sooo why don’t we play truth or dare until then!” denki smirked looking around the circle of boys.
(this game is a little different, you spin a bottle and whoever it lands on first has to ask the second person it lands on and the second person picks a piece of a paper out a bowl getting either “T"or “D”, there are more truths in the bowl than dare”).
“seems cool!” kirishima agreed sipping his soda as sero and some others agreed, “bakubroo you in?” denki widened his eyes at him mimicking a cat “do i have a choice?”.
“no no you do not!” the electric blonde concluded, groaning he mumbled out a “fine.” making the boys cheer.
sero placed a bottle in the centre of the circle, the first time it landed on kirishima and then todoroki who picked out a piece of paper with a small “T” written on it. “hmm todoroki, who’s your best friend?” as soon as the question left the red-heads mouth everyone groaned knowing the answer.
“y/n” he stated. “WE ALREADY KNEW THAT SHITTY HAIR” the angry blonde yelled with a frown, “i wanted to start off easy!!” kirishima defended sheepishly.
the next round the bottle landed on sero and bakugou who got truth, “bakugou, who out of the girls do you find a worthy opponent to spar with” sero smirked knowingly, “probably l/n, before either of you say shit it’s because she doesn’t hold back” the boy defended.
“ugh i love y/n, i think i annoy her though” denki thought out loud pouting, “that’s because you record her doing random things because it gets you views” ojiro laughed thinking back to all the times you scolded him for it.
“HEY WELL, i didn’t know she’d be so popular on tiktok when i first included her, and all she did was glare at the camera” he fake sobbed.
“did you not see the tiktoks after kacchan’s spar with her? they just sat out of breath sweaty and that got millions of views” midoriya spoke pointing at bakugou.
denki shrugged muttering a quiet “not fair”. once again the bottle spun landing on kirishima and denki, “denki who do you like” he immediately blurted out, “i thought that was obvious?.. jirou”.
“was that meant to be a secret?!” bakugou raised an eyebrow at the red-head, “I DIDN’T KNOW MAN!” he yelled in fake annoyance as everyone laughed.
this time the bottle landed on denki and bakugou who finally got a dare, “FINALLY OKAY, time to give you an impossible dare” the electric boy cackled with a hand on his chin in thought, “i dare you to make y/n fall in love with you!”… silence.
“don’t you think that’s a bit harsh” midoriya whispered, “hey cmon y/n doesn’t have time for boys or need them, bakugou will finally fail at something” he smiled at the blonde who only rolled his eyes.
“seems like a shitty idea” he stated as todoroki agreed, “c’monn bakugou you’re not a chickdn are you?” denki teased clucking.
“coward” he added making the blonde glare, “FINE” he yelled, the other boys groaned shaking their heads.
and as if on cue you walked in.
you raised a brow at the unnerving silence sitting in between midoriya and todoroki who made space for you, mina waltzed in after followed by the other girls ‘what’s with the silence” mina said in a sing-song voice.
“we’re playing truth or dare tonight” todoroki explained to you as you felt a pair of eyes on you, many actually as if waiting for you to do something.
“what?” you questioned as the boys quickly shook their heads you sat with your legs crossed staring into the ceiling “you just look very pretty” sero quickly made up an excuse not lying.
“thanks sero” you mumbled as uraraka hugged you from behind muttering something in your ear “bakugou keeps staring at you” she giggled, you rolled your eyes slightly at her antics turning back to the circle “so?”.
“sooo you’d look cute together” she smirked giving you a quick forehead kiss crawling back to her place before you could push her away groaning.
a couple rounds went by, this time landing on denki and bakugou, “dare again bakugou!, i dare you to kiss the person opposite to you”.
the room went silent looking at the person opposite him, unfortunately that was you and you were trying to fix a thread loose on todoroki’s shirt, “y/n” he looked at you as you gave up using your hands and tried using your quirk instead “shut up i’ve got this” you spoke looking up.
“oh shit, who died” you sat down as the circle peered at you, “apparently you” jirou snickered, “why did i die” you asked a little scared, “you have to kiss a pomeranian” momo answered grimacing.
“fuck i got a dare? we don’t have a-” but you shut up as she pointed to the pomeranian in question.
denki burst out laughing as you sighed staring at the boy, i mean this couldn’t be too bad right.. at least it isn’t mineta.
you basically chanted the last sentence in your head as the group pushed you into the middle.
thankfully the music in the background meant it wouldn’t be completely silent so you stared as you both kneeled in front of each other, “surprised you’re not screaming” you joked.
he rolled his eyes staring at your features “yeah me too” he boldly stated, you inched your face closer to his, his face now a shoe away but before you could come any closer he grabbed your jaw with his thumb and pointer immediately pressing his lips to yours.
you flinched a little in surprise but relaxed into it, he momentarily pulled away noses still touching and placed another hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss prodding his tongue at your lips as if asking you for permission which you granted but only for a second, you pulled away first.
his hand left your jaw as his eyes met yours, his crimson eyes stared into your e/c ones, but you took this as an opportunity to tease him so you looked into one eye switching to the other and then his lips before pushing yourself back into your seat.
the others basically yelled as you both got seated “well” you thought, that wasn’t horrible… you had butterflies.
…
maybe it was the way your heart raced afterwards or the lingering eyes, i mean who wouldn’t feel like that after something as intense as that.
denial.
there was always more to him than just his anger, no his anger was a mask for his insecurities.. was that not obvious or did no one else pay enough attention to him like you do.
nobody else had experienced the blissful moments, the times of calm under the scorching heat, when you’d both fall to the ground sweat covered but content with your training.
“you’ve gotten stronger” it was a fact not surprise, just a fact. “damn right i have” he replied like he would, “but if we still keep tying then you’ve gotten stronger as well”.
the simple things, the little words, sentences he’d add as if to reassure your strength as if to say “you’re doing well too but i’d never admit that so take the hint”.
but you didn’t notice this yet.
it had been about an hour since you kissed the infamous hot head and the game went on as normal, “y/n you have to make a thirst-trap with me” you choked on your peach tea as shoto patted your back accompanied by midoriyas furious patting as if you were on deaths door.
you sighed burying your head in your hands as your friends cackled.
“y/n you look tired” todoroki stated turning to the time, “deku and i trained a little late” you yawned as the green haired boy snored on your shoulder.
“baku-bro if you stare at him like that any longer he’s going to have a nightmare” kirishima nervously laughed as the blonde scoffed at midoriya turning away.
“i think i’m going to go up to my dorm” you told the dual-haired boy getting up, you lifted midoriya with your quirk swinging him over your shoulder so his head was in the crook of your neck, “do you need some help y/n?” todoroki asked as you broke the circle from the group.
“yeah can you open the door”, the boy did just that as the others said goodnight.
“sleep well greeny” you lifted midoriya onto the bed, staring curiously at all his all might figures, “having fun?” a familiar voice spoke making you flinch slightly at the voice amidst the near silent snores.
“not particularly” you replied swiftly shaking the blanket from under the duvet and placing it over your friend but just as you did that his arms reached out grabbing you and hauling you onto the bed.
you stared wide eyed before the blonde burst into silent mocking laughter with his hand over his stomach, you grumbled at him attempting to wiggle out only making him laugh harder, “fucking help!” you whisper yelled at him waving your arms around. bakugou raised an eyebrow “say please”, you glared attempting to wiggle out again only for his eyes to tighten.
“you know what i’ll stay here” you fake smiled snuggling up to midoriya, at that bakugou had enough, he stomped over and grabbed your arm and pulled, nothing.
“oh” he stated realising, “yeah, i’ll get his left arm you get his right” you sighed, “don’t tell me what to do!!” which made you groan at his stubborn nature.
“fine stubborn, let’s do the fucking opposite”
“no just do what you said!”.
“i fucking hate you”.
minutes later and you’re finally out of the small green boy’s grasp, “i’m gonna go up now, goodbye” you said after thanking bakugou, the guy you didn’t talk to very often other than sparring or when its convenient for you both.
“you’re not tired” he caught up to you walking up to the elevator towards your floor, “you clearly are”.
“i guess, answer me” he rubbed his head well past his bedtime.
“no i’m not tired” he glanced over to you as you pressed the button up to your shared floor, “then what do you do when you’re not tired?”
“game usually” you replied shrugging, “like?”.
“genshin mostly, i stream with denks a lot” he nodded as you opened your doors at the end of the hall opposite each other.
“see you tomorrow bakugou” he hesitated in responding, as if he wanted to say something else, “sparky asked me to join so i’ll join the damn party, invite me” he demanded before closing the door.
“nice conversation bakugou” you laughed at the closed door.
…
“denki, invite bakugou” you twizzled around in your chair loading into genshin, “he wants to play?!” denki questioned, “i was surprised too”.
“yayyy!” he screamed as bakugou joined with a ping.
“i’ll win at this game” was the first thing he said clearly not having played before.
“bakugou you don’t win at genshin, well you can level up and i guess surpass us?” you explained hearing the complaints of the tired angry blonde, “fine i can do that”.
2 hours in and this was a nightmare the blonde still had not grasped the concept of artifacts and also found ruin guards horrifying.. but would never admit it.
“FUCK ITS ONE OF THEM, THINGSSHITSHITSHIT” you stifled your laughter running over to your struggling friend “you’re good, now denks where are-”
“y/n?” you turned to your door only to be greeted by midoriya, “oh hi izuku” hitting the mute button you turned to him, “hey y/n! thank you for carrying me up, i move a lot in my sleep” he laughed leaning over you watching you play as bakugou yelled into the mic about “damn deku” being there.
“sorry that noise is only denki using his vacuum.. they spilt popcorn everywhere” you smiled ignoring the growing pest in your mic, “just wanted to ask whether you wanted me to stay again” midoriya asked, you had both been been having nightmares but it only happened when you slept in your own beds, so you swapped every now and then.
“i’m not planning on sleeping, i’ll probably train later so you should sleep, i feel bad keeping you up”. you smiled apologetic.
“nono! its been fun, really if you ever need me i’m here!, plus i sleep better here” he added quietly still watching your game play, “in that case you can sleep here”.
“really, i don’t want to-” - “no really if i want to sleep i’ll just take your bed don’t worry”.
midoriya smiled giving you one last thank you before disappearing behind you.
your attention back on your two friends,
“y/n…”denki’s voice pierced the mic,
“yes”,
“can i come to your room?”,
“why?”,
,“wanna say goodnight!!” you could hear the pout through the screen,
“no”,
KNOCK KNOCK
“denki go away!” you smiled as the door shook from the weight of the knocks, “NOT DENKI!” a gruff voice yelled through the wood, “fuck” you sighed getting up.
you lodged your foot in the door so if bakugou tried pushing it open he couldn’t get in, through the slight crack he eyed you “what are you doing?!”.
“i’ve been playing genshin with you for the past couple hours..” you raised an eyebrow watching the boy swing his arms around as if animated.
“let me come in!!”.
“no”.
“i need to talk to you!”
“then talk” you laughed at his growing rage, he growled once again attempting to open the door, “come downstairs.” and with that he let go of the door.
“what was that?” midoriya turned over rubbing his eyes with a hint of sleep in his voice “just some angry dog, i’ll be back soon” you replied as he took no notice too tired to question anything.
“hey y/n! wanna play with us” kirishima smiled watching you walk down the stairs “sure”.
“can you help bakugou out he doesn’t know how to play but won’t ask for help” he scratched the back of his head pointing towards the bakusquad sitting in front of the tv.
bakugou looked up at you you sat next to him, “you’re pressing the wrong buttons”- “NO THE FUCK I-” you carefully moved his fingers to the right buttons and sat back in your place.
“i play a bit too much” you spoke as he stared at where your hands once were, “train with me tomorrow” he mumbled picking his character, “sure” you stiffled a smile leaning your head back onto the sofa.
“y/n..” you turned back to the blonde his face a little closer than expected, you held your breath not daring to look away “yeah” he looked towards you which is when you turned away, he’s pretty.
“if you say shit i’ll kill you, but show me how to play”, you put your hands over his and moved each finger where it needed to be, not realising his eyes lingering on your face rather than the screen, “pay attention” you grinned watching him huff in offence.
“wasn’t looking at you” he said in almost a whispering manner “mmhm”.
“i’m gonna sleep actually” you told him about to stand up “where”.
“what?” his eyes flickered over to yours “i’ll come”.
at this moment you didn’t think anything of it completely forgetting you’d be going to deku’s room.
→ being a famous youtuber and being a college student needs good time management, but you’re shit at that. so, fancying a boy working at the coffee shop would be out of the question, right?
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a/n: guess who’s back after 2 weeks of stress and immense plot changes anNNnDD she’s back with some angst ahahaha lolol ok i was busy with my personal life and the fact that i was fighting internally wether or not i should change up the plot :D and so this is the result of two weeks of self-doubt and exhaustion lololl anyways, sorry for the delay and i hope you enjoy <3
: What are you supposed to do when you’re dead friend is suddenly standing before you? : cursing, someone getting hit, mention of murder? : 2008 /: not my best work but o well….yeah also there’ll probably be part 2 to this
This wasn’t how Bakugou wanted his Friday night to turn out. He was supposed to come how to a quiet place. Silence and tranquillity enveloping him as he let himself fall onto the plush cushions of his couch. Maybe there would be a warm meal waiting for him if he was lucky. He could finally let his worn-out muscles take a break from the constant stress they’re under.
Something must have gone wrong somewhere. Or else he wouldn’t be here, standing before a mocking bunny mask. Floppy fabric ears and blood-stained cheeks staring back at him. The sewn-on grin seems to scream ‘punch me’.
“What thefuck are you doing here?” he snarls. He grits his teeth while trying to keep his explosions at bay.
The bunny simply tilts their head as they stay silent. Their long limbs seem to move spiderlike as their body turns. Bakugou’s eyes following their movement.
No. Shit. Fuck. The bunny tilts his head towards the other side as they snag a photo frame from the coffee table. Pointy fingers glide over the glass, lingering on a specific person in the picture.
Bile starts to rise in Bakugou’s throat. Its acidic bitterness only seems to light the fire to his aggression even more.
“Who the fuck are you?”. It’s useless, he knows. Like hell, a villain like ’The Bunny’ will just give up their identity. The silence is killing Bakugou. His nerves on edge and his muscles rippling as he struggles to constrain himself.
He lifts his hands, an explosion already blooming out of his palm. He is ready to blast whoever this might be into bits.
“That’s no way to treat your friends,” a distorted voice says. Great, so this bastard can speak. Bakugou opens his mouth, about to yell their ears of but a simple word shuts him up.
“Kacchan.”. His hand drops to his side his mouth hangs agape. He had dreamed of this moment. Fantasised about the moment he could apologize and hug his friend. He had planned out exactly what he would say. What he’d do, how he’d act. But this wasn’t in the plan.
The bunny’s pointy fingers come up to its face before ripping the mask off. A mop of green hair springs out from underneath. “Cat caught your tongue?” he asks mockingly before running those same fingers through his hair.
“How..”. Bakugou’s throat fails on him. His voice stops working. Is he crying? He wants to tell himself he’s not but he’s honestly not sure anymore. Knees buckling underneath him yet he still manages to keep himself standing up.
“How am I still alive?” Izuku finishes for him. He casts the mask aside, throwing it on the floor before letting his body fall onto the couch, the same couch Bakugou planned to rest on. He lazily drapes his arms over the top of it.
The casualness of his movements mocks Bakugou. As if he isn’t Japan’s most wanted criminal sitting on Japan’s number one hero’s couch.
“Everyone always asks that, you know?” he says he glances down at the picture frames he’s still holding. “It’s getting old.”. He lazily runs his finger over the glass.
“You died. I buried you. Inko fucking mourned you, she still does,” Bakugou says. His voice wavers and he hates himself for it. He’s showing weakness.
“You’d be surprised how easy it is to fake a death,” Izuku says.
Bakugou’s red eyes bore into his green ones. A silence hangs between them. It feels almost surreal to Bakugou. His mind hasn’t caught up to the fact that his friend, or rather ex-friend, is sitting before him and isn’t six feet underground.
While Bakugou’s movements are ragged and forced, Izuku almost seems comical. His body has seemed to adapt to his villainous life. A theatrical elegance laced into his movements.
“I don’t see you as a friend anymore,” he breaks out. Izuku’s eyes grow for a second and so does his smile. He straightens his back as he silently urges Bakugou on to speak.
“I buried my friend,” he says. “You’re not him. You might think you’re him but you’re not. He isn’t this pathetic.” He grits his teeth before lifting his hands again, getting ready to swing at him. Izuku quickly jumps up from the couch.
His eyes glint in mischief as he takes in the sight before him. “Oh, looks like you still haven’t dealt with your anger, Kacchan.”.
The nickname sets him off. He storms towards the green-haired man, fists raised and palms crackling from explosions. That is until he hears a familiar sound.
Both of them look towards the front door. Bakugou’s face slacks with shock while Izuku’s lights up with excitement. This isn’t supposed to happen. Why is this happening?
Izuku quickly moves the kick his mask underneath the couch before he places the picture frame back. Bakugou eyes linger on the picture for a second. It’s one of the three of you. Bakugou squished in between you and Izuku, his fingers raised behind both of your head to give you bunny ears. Oh, if he could just turn back time.
“'Suki?” you call out. Bakugou fears for his life, or rather, yours. Who knows what the crazed psychopath standing before him will do. “I thought I’d swing by and-”.
Your words stop as you walk into the living room. The bags in your hands drop. Soup spills out of the containers you so meticulous packed. Bright orange curry stains the spotless carpet beneath it. The hot liquid splashes up against your leg, most likely burning your skin though you don’t care.
You try to speak, mouthing opening and closing like a fish. This must be a dream, one of those horrible nightmares Kirishima often gets. That is until a familiar wobbly voice reaches your ears.
“Hi,bunny,” Izuku says. Within a second, he has closed the space between you. Your arms wrap around him instinctively. It’s an awkward hold. You used to be able to rest your chin on his head. Now, his muscled body towers over yours.
“Y-You’re…You’redead,” you whisper against his chest while nuzzling your cheek into him. His body heat seems to bring you a type of peace you haven’t known of in years.
“I know, I know,” he says while running his hands over your back. Sobs break out of your chest as your emotions seem to flow over. Salty rivers running past your burning cheeks and dripping into Izuku’s musky hoodie.
Your body shakes as you grab onto Izuku, painfully so. You’re sure you’re going to leave bruises on his sickly pale skin yet you can’t bring yourself to care. The aching in your chest that you’ve suppressed for years finally seems to boil over.
Hot and heavy emotions spill into your mind. You aren’t sure if the salty taste in your mouth is from biting your lip until blood gushes out of it or the tears streaming down uncontrollably. You’re sure that you look like a mess. Tears and snot dripping down your chin.
Instead of trying to see through your tear-blurred vision, you burry your face further into your friend’s chest.
He’s dead or at least supposed to be. You buried him, cried at his funeral and went through grief for him.
Yet here he is, in the flesh. His voice still sounds the same. He still smells the same. But he is not the same boy you knew years ago. His smile isn’t the same. And his scarred hands sure aren’t the same. Everything about him is the same, yet slightly different, giving you a mental whiplash.
“You have some fucking explaining to do,” Bakugou says. His voice breaks you out of your trance. You pull away from Izuku, your body immediately screaming in protest. You look up at him. It feels strange, you used to be at least a head taller than him
“How the fuck are you still alive?”. Bakugou doesn’t have time for nicknames or formality. Not when he knows that the man standing before him has the blood of at least a hundred on his hands.
Izuku steps away from you, unwinding his arms from your body. Bakugou quickly strides over and pulls you away from the offending man. He pushes you behind him while one hand still grips onto your arm. You want to ask him what the fuck he’s doing but Izuku starts talking before you can.
“It’s a long story,” he says. “Can’t tell you everything but, long story short, I had to fake my death. Some guys were after me but it’s all fixed now!”. The vagueness mixed with his eerie smile only makes him look more like a psychopath.
“All fixed? All-fucking-fixed?”. Boiling anger rising to Bakugou’s head, clouding his thinking. He taking quick steps up to his ex-friend. Izuku doesn’t even flinch when Bakugou grabs onto his neck tightly. “You left. Fucking made us think you’re dead and you think you can just come in and say that everything is fixed?”.
Spit flies out of his mouth and lands on Izuku’s cheek, a shiver of disgust running over his spine at the feeling. Yet the green-haired man can’t stop the excitement from bubbling up at seeing his friend so rilled up.
“Bakugou, Jesus fuck, calm down,” you say. This situation should probably feel more serious than it is. Yet the shock still evident in your body and the adrenaline clouding your mind makes you unable to properly process it all.
“Like hell, I’ll calm down!”. Bakugou finally lets go of Izuku’s throat. A set of cough falls out of the green-haired man’s throat. He smirks as he glances down at the aggressive blond.
“Come on, Kacchan, we shouldn’t do this in front of our little bunny,” Izuku says with a smirk. The gears finally seem to click in his mind. Suddenly, the bunny mask, the name, the costume, it all makes sense.
“You sick fuck!” Bakugou yells before landing a hit square on Izuku’s jaw. He stumbles back a bit, taken aback at Bakugou’s sudden outburst. The blond takes the opportunity to land another punch right on his nose.
A wet crunch sounds through the room. You cringe as you feel bile rise in your throat from the sound. “Izuku!” you yell out as you try to get to your friend or ex-friend, you’re not sure.
Bakugou stops you thought, his arms wrapping around your body and spinning you away from the green-haired freak. You pound your hand on his arms pleading with him to let you go but your ministrations do nothing to the number one hero.
Izuku laughs as he wipes away the blood dripping from his nose, tainting the grimy grey of his hoodie with it. “You’re gonna regret that, Kacchan,” he says. Bakugou doesn’t even give him the light of day as he makes his way out of his apartment with light speed
Your throat grows dry and painful as you plead Bakugou to let you. To let you go to him. “It’s okay, he’s gone,” Bakugou says.
You shake your head violently as you claw at his back, trying to get his arms to loosen their hold. “I need to see him. I gotta-I gotta see him. Suki,please!”. The hoarseness of your voice shoots painful stabs into Bakugou’s heart.
But he doesn’t let his mind linger too long, running down the stairs two steps at a time. All he can focus on is getting you away from that creep before he can touch you again.
“Please, I can’t leave him again,” you sob out. Bakugou simply lays on hand on the back of your head, pulling you even closer to him. Thankfully he doesn’t see Izuku following behind him.
“Please, not again,” you say before your voice bursts out in sobs again. Fuck, how much Bakugou wants to blast that fuckers skull in. He’s sure his friends at the police force wouldn’t mind turning a blind eye for him. But that’ll have to wait until later. Now he needs to focus on keeping you safe, safe from him.
A/N : i’m late, but this is my submission for the whorehouse porn collab! thank you for letting me participate, miki mouse!!also, if you want, i recommend listening to fire for you by cannons as you read this. happy (late) valentine’s day ♡
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!
A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I’m just losing motivation to write :((( But I’d love to know your thoughts and if you want to be added to the tag list!
Summary: Being engaged to a Prince that doesn’t want you was such a classic move, but it was your duty to do so. But that didn’t mean you could be your own personality. You wanted something outside of the palace walls, something that would excite your world, something more. The only solution to that was to… travel with pirates?!
The moment Eijirou closes the room to your door, you found the closest pillow and screamed into it. And it wasn’t just a small, insignificant scream to relieve some stress. No, you screamed with all your might, octaves going higher than you could ever imagine. It was to the point where your throat was becoming dry and sore. That’s how badly you wanted off this stupid, fucking ship!
Ugh, and the audacity of that captain! Who does he think he is? Just because he runs this ship doesn’t mean he had to be so cruel to you. The way he manhandled you just put a bad taste in your mouth. You could still feel the roughness of his hands that wrapped tightly around your arm. Remembering back to that moment made you feel gross and you tried wiping off the feeling, but it wouldn’t leave you. Shivers ran down your back at the thought of him touching you again.
Here’s the plan: you would do whatever they wanted and when the time was right, you’d make a run for it! Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad. Once you hit land, you’d run away and they would never find you again. Not like they really needed you on the ship anyway. You were confident enough that you could make you way home again… key word: confident enough.
The first thing you need to do was play the part of maid. You tried your best in every chore they gave you. You might not want to be on the ship, but at least you were a hard worker. You mopped the deck, sorted the food, helped cook breakfast, lunch and dinner. And it was by no means an easy task, especially not with how much these men could hold in their stomach. You’d dust and tidy up the deck, learning a little bit here and there from the men around you. The more you interacted with the crew, the more you were thinking, this actually wasn’t that bad.
Except for the captain.
He could be a real dick when he wanted to. You could be done tidying up the deck, everything was spotless. And all of a sudden, mister captain over here, ‘accidentally’ drops the food that was in his hands on the floor. You watched in slow motion as it hit the floor and splattered everywhere.
“Oops,” he said sarcastically. “Clean it up, maid.” As he walked away, all you could do was glare in his direction. You wanted to throw the dirty mop at him and yell for him to do it himself. But you weren’t ready to be fish food just yet. So you bit your lip this time.
This wasn’t the only time where he purposely dug under your skin. You had finished hauling and organizing all the crates on the deck. You used every bit of strength you had in you to move those large, heavy, wooden crates with no help and you were pretty proud of yourself. You had grabbed the Captain so he could reward you or praise you with compliments at the hard work you put in. One look and all that satisfaction was ruined when the Captain made some of his men reorganize what you had just done. The look on your face said it all. And that was all it took for the blonde Captain to become a little more satisfied.
There was another instance where you were tidying up the food storage room, throwing away food that was rotten, placing dry vegetables in a separate area than the dry fruits. It made you content to see everything so neat and organized. You were breaking a sweat, not liking where some of the stuff was, moving it over here, moving it over there. Some crates were heavy, so you really had to put your back into it, grunting with force to get a little bit of movement for the boxes.
What you didn’t realize was that the Captain was watching you struggle this entire time. He rested his hands on the top of the door, figure leaning with relaxation. He let out a smirk, seeing you wrestle with inanimate objects. From his point of view, it looked like those crates had the upper hand.
You gave out a loud huff and took a step back to appreciate your work once again. Everything was done. You can check that off your list now. What else could you do since you were trapped in this hellhole? You turned around to leave but didn’t expect for someone to be right at the doorway. And you most certainly did not expect for that person to be Captain Bakugou.
You were about a couple inches from each other’s noses, but neither one of you wanted to admit defeat. Both of you were sizing each other up in a complete stare down. Ugh, you didn’t want to be any closer to him than you were, but you couldn’t back down yet.
“You’re in my way,” you growled. Bakugou could only smirk at your pissed off attitude. You were like this every time he was in the room and he got a good kick out of riling you up.
“How’s the house kitty holding up?” he taunted you.
“Great. No thanks to you.” you spat, keeping it light and short, still not backing down from where you were. You didn’t know why he was starting conversation. Not like you had much to talk about anyway. Bakugou takes a quick look behind you and at your hard work. You expected him to give you some snarky remark or do what he usually does and mess up your work for fun. Instead, he says nothing.
“Hm,” he hums. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking but he didn’t nothing more, nothing less. Then he was gone. What was that? Was he finally satisfied with what you’ve done? Were things finally lighting up for you?
On the contrary. He was just starting.
The final straw was when you put your blood, sweat, and tears into making the whole crew dinner. It wasn’t anything much, but it was probably your greatest creation yet. Since there was such little to work with. You were with the cook of the ship, slowly serving each member of the crew a bowl of freshly cooked porridge. It wasn’t anything like how these men would eat: dried fruits and salted meat with barely any nutritional value. It wasn’t the best either. You cooked a hearty meal that would satisfy a pirate for days. It contained rice, their precious meat, potatoes, and a variety of vegetables and beans. The pirates drooled over the smell and look of your food.
Every pirate had been fed by now. They were laughing and downing everything they were offered. Seeing them smile, drinking and enjoying their time made the work worth some enjoyment. For this hearty meal, the crew basically held a small party under the moonlight, ocean sky. The only person that had set to be served was… Captain Bakugou.
Of course he was the last to eat. He wanted to make sure that everyone had their fill before him. He was fine not eating for a couple days, as long as his men were full. When he stepped up to take his first bowl, he took a one whiff. Who would have thought that you were holding your breath, anticipating his reaction. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His expression was stoic as always. But it didn’t look like he was disgusted with the food, so that must be a good sign?
Then, he just did the unimaginable that made your heart stop to your stomach.
He took his bowl to the edge of the ship and slowly, poured all the contents from the bowl into the ocean below. Your heart just sinks. All your effort, your time, your dedication, your kindness you put into creating dinner for the whole crew was being wasted right in front of your eyes in the most mocking, insulting way.
Everyone was watching the captain as he pulled his little stunt with a wide smirk on his face. No one had reacted to him. Everyone stood still, spoons stopped scooping, eyes stared and chatter halted, creating the most chilling ambiance, the most quiet ship on the sea. And yet, when no one reacted or said anything, you felt utterly hurt and embarrassed. To think you were actually starting to warm up to the crew. You tolerated their teasing and their harsh words. In exchange, they helped you around the ship, carrying less weight for you to do. Any hope you had was washed away like your porridge in the never ending, vast, dark sea.
The pirate Captain went to walk away, but before he could disappear into the night to reside back in his den, you had also done the imaginable.
Everything was moving so fast.
You didn’t realize your body was moving on its own accord.
By the time you came to your senses, your vision became clear but it was too late to regret your decision now. The bowl of porridge had fell to the floor creating a huge puddle of mess around the feet of none other than Bakugou Katsuki himself. The Captain stopped in his tracks and slowly turned to you with a fiery rage.
If looks could kill, you would be dead right now. As so would he. You have never felt such hatred as you did in this moment. Were you shocked about your actions? Absolutely. You didn’t think you had such courage in you. But the deed had already been done and you finally felt like you were able to express your true self.
“You kidnapping, sexist, high ranking, rude jerk!” you finally let out all and any frustration you’ve been holding onto. “If you didn’t like it, fine. But did you have to go that far to make a point. You don’t like me. You don’t want me here, I get it! I don’t want to be here either but I’m trying to make the most of it! You could have at least let someone else have their fill! Wasteful… You’ve been wasting all my hard work ever since I stepped foot on his god forsaken ship! You could have at least tried it…” you got so angry, so emotional that you started to tear up. Why did you have to start crying at this moment? Now you just look like some cry baby. Some little girl who was weak, that didn’t need to be taken seriously. You had to suck it up and save these overflowing emotions for another time.
“I was nice enough to make you this whole meal. Couldn’t you treat me with a little more respect,” you tried to converse. But he was not making it easy.
“That was your job, was it not?”
“What?” you gawked.
“When you decided to stay on this ship, I told you what you were to do,” he reminded you, now taking a couple steps towards you.
“Yeah, but-”
“You were to cook, clean, keep this ship tidy,” he continued.
“I have-” you tried to argue.
“You were to be treated like one of my men.” He continues to take a step closer and closer to you. Each intimidating step followed by the heavy thud of his boots.
“Yet I am not a man,” you rebutted.
“In my eyes you are. So you will get the same treatment that my men get.”
“Then they are fools for following such a demeaning leader,” you spat at him, eyes looking up to meet his eyes the nearer he got. He had the audacity to stop just inches from you, barely leaving any space in between you. You knew that this was just an intimidation play that you weren’t falling for again.
He had nothing to say to you. The great, mighty Pirate King. The voyager who ruled the seas. The one whose head is worth millions. The one who had so much to say to you was now speechless in your path. For a few moment, neither of you exchanged words. That was until he changed his tone of voice.
“Go clean up this mess,” he says like he pulled it out of his ass. He was talking about the mess that you technically did create. But it was with reason. You balled up your fists that were on your side.
“I’m not just some cleaning bitch you can boss around,” how many times did you have to reiterate yourself? What was not going through his head? Each conversation you were having with him, you were getting more and more frustrated. What was the point in even opening your mouth anymore? Bakugou’s eyes slanted in anger at your response.
“You made the mess. Clean. It. Up,” he growled, showing his large canines. You got right back in his face, making him back up.
“No.”
In the blink of an eye, you were being pulled forward by the collar aggressively. Bakugou had balled your shirt in his hands, lifting you off the ground. When he said he was going to treat you like one of his men, he meant it. Fear ran through your eyes, tears immediately pouring out and a new fear instilled in you for this man.
Only, Bakugou hadn’t meant to handle you with such aggression. It was just out of instinct. And when he saw the look in your eyes, he had lightened his hold on you.
You took that opportunity to push him away from you as hard as you could, practically falling out of his grip. The moment you gained your balance on both feet, with all the force you could muster, your hand came into contact with his cheek.
“You’re… insufferable!” you cried. You didn’t care about him or this crew. You didn’t care what you looked like and you sure as hell didn’t care about the reaction of anyone. You’ve had enough ridicule for one night. So you turned back to your room, slamming your door in the process. Purposely shaking the ship to let everyone know that you were not happy.
When you had disappeared completely from his sight, it was then that he felt his crew’s stares.
“What the fuck are you looking at, huh?!” he scolded his men. Awkwardly, the stares of the men turned outward, all while pretending like nothing happened. It’s not as if you two had an all our brawl in front of everyone.
Bakugou’s ears turned red and his pulse was racing. What was this weird sinking feeling that was in his chest? Was he actually feeling bad for you? Embarrassed of his actions? He liked how riled up you got… but not like that. You had never cried in front of anyone before. Not even when you were scared for your life after you realized you couldn’t go back to your home country.
Shit, did he go too far this time?
Frustrated in his new found feelings, he walks right up to your pot of porridge and poured himself a full bowl of food. His crew was wide eyes when he saw how fast and how much their Captain downed, like it was no one’s business. It was no one’s business.
Both of Bakugou’s cheeks were filled to the brim with rice and beans. He wasn’t able to swallow as fast he was putting into his mouth. Porridge was dripping from his pouty lips into his bowl, only to be devoured again. Once he was done with his first portion, he grabbed the bowl out of the person closest to him and down their portion.
“Slow down, could ya? We don’t want (y/n) seeing, would we?” Kirishima teased after seeing how humiliating his Captain was being.
“Shut ‘yer trap and give me more food,” he demanded, still reaching for his men’s bowl as they were actively trying to escape him. Now that he actually took a bite of food, he was impressed. It’s probably the best thing he’s had in weeks.
But it didn’t take long for Bakugou to be hunched over the bow of the ship, trying his best not to hurl the food back up. He groaned in agony, feeling too full to do anything. As he was basically about to fall in to the ocean, he heard a familiar call coming from the distance. Bakugou glanced up and appeared a majestical, red dragon hawk. It’s long dragon-like tail was its most distinct feature, along with its eyebrows that have mustache-like characteristics. What he was most concerned about was the scroll trapped in between its ridiculously long talons.
“Finally,” Bakugou breathed and laid his head back down. But laid out his hand and the hawk flew right above it to hand him the scroll. Before the bird flew away after doing its job, Bakugou pet its head softly and then off it went. Bakugou took a breath, taking a minute for the food to go down before gaining his composure.
“Men! Gather-” he began to say in a loud voice. And all of a sudden he covered his mouth, again forcing himself to keep the down in his stomach.
“-up.” He finished with an exasperated sigh. But it was still enough to get his men’s attention and they all gathered at the front of the ship, all in a line. When Bakugou was in front of them, he scanned each crew member, one by one. But there was one missing.
“Where is she?” Bakugou asked. The crew looked at each other like he was crazy.
“I’m not going to ask again! Where is she?” Bakugou asked louder.
“(y/n) is still in her room, ‘Cap!” Denki spoke up. Yes, Denki… like that wasn’t obvious already.
“And why isn’t she here?” Bakugou was losing his patience. His men gave each other another look.
“’Cap, does she have to be here?” Kirishima asked.
“Why shouldn’t she be? She is one of my men, isn’t she? I need everyone on board for this one,” Bakugou says and lifts the scroll for everyone to see.
“Are you really…” Kirishima begins to ask, confused.
“Do I have to get her myself?” Bakugou asks his men. And before anyone could answer, Bakugou was already moving on his own towards your chambers.
As soon as you had slammed that door, you ran straight to your uncomfortable bed, with your thin sheets and your hard pillow. Damn this place! You smushed your face into the hard pillow, yelling as loudly as you possibly could. When you came up for air, your face was beet red and at this point, nothing could contain your rage. So you beat your pillow, with every punch came another insult.
“Stupid pirates! On this stupid ship! Couldn’t even be nice to me once! I’m so sick of it! I’m sick of him! Sick of his attitude! He’s stuck up! And mean and cruel! Fuck his face! He’s so handsome but for what! Ugh, if only I could sock that pretty boy in the mouth! I’d feel maybe a tiny bit better!” you hit your pillow with one more punch, squishing the poor thing to a pulp. All that beating made you be out of breath but still the fire in you wouldn’t die. Before you could do anything else, there was a knock on your door. Were you going to answer it? Hell no! You didn’t want to answer it nor were you going to. So you ignored it. But the more you ignored it, the more frequent the knocks were and the louder they got. Soon, the person behind the door was banging on your door like their life depended on it. If you didn’t answer the door, you were going to go insane.
Reluctantly, you swung open the door and revealed the last person you wanted to see: Captain Bakugou in the flesh. You guarded your room, keeping one hand on the door and the other on the frame. You didn’t even greet him, just stood at the door silently and angrily. Bakugou didn’t seem to care if you were upset at him or not.
“We have a meeting.” He blatantly told you. Like you cared.
“What’s that got to do with me?” you talked back.
“You are supposed to be there,” he regarded.
“No.” you said very confidently and slammed the door in his face. Only, he caught it with his foot. Bakugou grabbed the side of your room and forced it open. You wouldn’t let go so you were heading straight for the Captain but he stopped it just in time so you wouldn’t slam into his face.
“Are you still mad at me?” he asks, his voice somewhat softer now.
“What’s it look like to you, genius?” you bit back. Bakugou didn’t like that reaction. He ripped open the door and forced you back inside your room. He slammed the door behind him and ran you against the wall.
“Don’t get snarky with me,” he ordered with a growl.
“Back the fuck off!” you raised your voice, raising your hand to smack that stupid expression off his face, but Bakugou was quick to stop you. He held onto your wrists and put them above your head as he closed the space between you two. You were about to string out more curse words until he opened his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed out. You couldn’t believe your ears. You didn’t want to believe those were the words that came out. Was that the whole reason he came to see you? No, there’s no way. So you didn’t say anything because there was a good chance that you heard wrong. When you didn’t respond, he said it again.
“I’m sorry. Is that what you wanted to hear?” he asks. Oh, so this is what this was all about. He didn’t mean those words. He only said those words because he probably wanted something out of you. How could you think he changed?
“Whatever,” you whispered, giving up from trying to get out of his grip. “Is that all you wanted to say?”
“I need your help,” he says. Now that was something that got your attention but you refused to give it to him.
“No.” you say almost immediately.
“You didn’t hear me out.”
“I don’t have to. Not after how you treated me tonight. Why should I do anything for you anymore? Just to get treated like shit again? No thanks,” you almost spat at him, respectfully declining his offer.
“What do you want me to do? Beg?” he puts a thought in your head.
“Now that is something I want to see! Go ahead. Beg,” you ordered, feeling high and mighty. You knew he wasn’t going to do it but you thought you’d try your luck. You didn’t expect the high and mighty Captain Bakugou to be in front of you, on both knees, head looking down, fully subjected to you. This… is not what was supposed to be happening. The great Bakugou would be arguing, forcing you to do whatever he wanted.
“Please. Help me for this mission. I beg you,” he begged, finally looking up at you.
You felt embarrassed all of a sudden. So much that you gave in because you couldn’t bare to see him like this anymore. You hate to give in so quickly but the way he was looking at you was making you feel uncomfortable inside.
“What’s the mission?” you ask, looking away and folding your arms across your chest.
A/N:Hello everyone! It’s been about a week, but I’ve finally written the next part of this fic! I’m actually so excited to write the angst part of it, like its crazy how excited I am, BUT I HAVE TO WRITE THE CONTEXT STUFF FIRST AHHHH
Characters:Bakugou Katsuki X Reader
Warnings: ANGST. Major Character Death, thoughts of suicide, depression, cussing, enemies to lovers? (I’ll add more when I write more)
Words:752
The ride on the bus wasn’t so different. As the bus driver stopped at more neighborhoods, the bus seemed to become more alive with kids talking and some kids even playing their music out loud. You hated it, it’s 8 am, why are they being so loud so early in the day? You put on your headphones, moving your attention to your phone. The song “Favorite Crime” made its way through your ears, and you were able to distract yourself from the constant loudness around you.
Sooner than later, the bus pulled into the bus lane at your school, and everyone started to head to class. Your head was buried in your phone, the way to class was already memorized in your head, so you didn’t need to look where you were going. Before you could step into your class, you crashed into something hard. “Ow…” you said, holding your head from the sudden impact. Did you walk into a wall? No way, you had walked here every day for the past 2 months, there was no way. You looked up at what you crashed into and jumped back at what you saw. The familiar blonde boy was staring daggers into you, and suddenly a voice rang out, “What the hell? Look where you’re going dumbass, or else we’re gonna have problems next time.” The voice was the same from the morning, angry.
You didn’t respond, the shock still registering in your head. He turned and walked towards the teacher’s desk. No way, this jerk was NOT in the same class as you. You slowly walked over to your desk the kids around you whispering to each other. You didn’t have friends, but this didn’t bother you, yeah it would get lonely at times, but what’s life without a few lonely moments?
As you sat down, the teacher stood up and started quieting everyone down. “Class, today we have a new student! Bakugou, please come and introduce yourself.” The blonde boy walked to the front of the class and looked at the teacher, who nodded at him to start talking. “Hey. My name is Katsuki Bakugou, I’m a new student, I hope we get along well.” You rolled your eyes at his last sentence, he sure knew how to “get along well with people”…
“Great! Bakugou, please take a seat next to Y/N and we’ll get started with class for today.” Your stomach dropped, he was going to sit next to you? What kind of luck was that? He walked over to the desk next to yours, and he shot a glare your way, to which you returned. He threw his bag towards his chair and took a seat. The class went by like it usually did, the teacher talking about the previous day’s homework, then onto a boring lesson, and soon it was time to switch classes.
As you were about to head out, the teacher called out to you. “Y/N and Bakugou, please come to my desk for a moment!” The two of you looked at each other, then walked towards her desk. “So, I have a task that the two of you could benefit greatly from! Bakugou, since you’re new here, I thought it would be a great idea for you to get a buddy to show you around the campus! Y/N, I noticed that you rarely talk to anyone in the class, and although I am grateful for your quietness, I think you could benefit from having a friend or two in the class.” Your mouth dropped open, this lady did NOT just out you for being a loner in class, in front of the new kid too? “What I’m saying is, Y/N I’m assigning you to be Bakugous exploring buddy for the rest of the week! Don’t worry, I already looked at both of your schedules and found that they’re pretty compatible with each other.” Are you serious? You had to be exploring buddies with THIS jerk of all people? Hell no! “Mrs. Stewart, I appreciate the offer, but I’m going to have to decline, now if you excuse me, I’m about to be late to class.” You started to turn away, but she called out to you. “Y/N, it wasn’t a proposal, you ARE going to be Bakugous exploring buddy, and don’t worry about going to your next class, I already told your teacher that you would be giving Bakugou a tour of the school until lunch!”
“You’re kidding, right?”
Another A/N: Hi again party animals! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Right now I’m planning for this fic to be about 5-7 chapters long? Idk, I came up with the plot at like 2 am, and guess what, ITS 2 AM AGAIN BUT LIKE A WEEK LATER LOL, didnt proofread this one either, i am so sorry
A/N: Hi everyone! I haven’t written in so long, and honestly I had lost all motivation to write! Let’s see how it goes this time. I’ve been feeling a super heavy feeling in my chest for a while now, and I’m not really sure why, so I decided to write some angst without a happy ending bc like idk LOL also I wrote this while listening to “Inside” by Bo Burnham (on Netflix) on loop and it made me feel like the main character in a movie, def recommend.
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki X Reader
Warnings: ANGST. Major Character Death, thoughts of suicide, depression, cussing, enemies to lovers? (I’ll add more when I write more)
Words:529
Waking up was so hard. So hard that sometimes the night before all you could think about was, “I really hope I won’t wake up tomorrow.” Everything you did was so repetitive, it was so boring. Wake up, get ready for the day, go to school, come home, do homework, eat, sleep. How could any person be content with living such a boring life? This thought ran through your head every day.
The alarm was still blaring in your ear, you didn’t have the energy to turn it off just yet. You closed your eyes and exhaled, another boring day was about to begin. The same day that had been repeating for the past 3 years of your life, it was about to start again. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around the room. It was lonely and cold. A blue hue seemed to cover the walls, making the room feel unfamiliar.
You turned to look at your bedside table, your phone’s screen displaying “ALARM… SNOOZE… STOP.” The snooze button looked the most appetizing, but the 7:34 at the top of the screen stopped you from pressing it. You were already late, was it even worth going to school today? Your hand reached up to tap on the “STOP” option on the screen. Begrudgingly, you sat up and sighed, ‘let’s just get this over with’ you thought to yourself. And with that, you started to get up and get ready for the day.
The walk to the bus stop was as ordinary as ever, the only difference would be the slightly cooler weather, which made you walk around with your arms crossed in front of you. You reached the corner of your neighborhood and started to mentally prepare for the loudness the school bus was about to bring. You were usually the only kid at this corner, it was a smaller neighborhood, older people occupying the houses around you. You stood with your eyes closed, ignoring the birds chirping around you.
It was supposed to be a normal morning, so why did you hear shoes stomping on the sidewalk getting closer to you. One of the neighbors must be getting into fitness or something you thought, but why would they be out so early in the morning? The footsteps got louder and louder, the stomps seeming to have an unreasonable amount of force in them. It turned unbearable, you turned to look behind you, he was next to you. A tall blonde boy, hunched over, wearing baggy clothing was standing next to you.
“It’s rude to stare.” He said, his voice rough and loud. You flinched, not expecting to hear such a loud noise so early in the morning. “Sorry.” You said lowly. Your voice was covered up by the loudness of the approaching bus. He huffed and started walking towards the opening doors. You stared as he walked past you, you felt some anger start to build within yourself. “You getting on or not, kid?” The bus driver yelled out to you, snapping you out of thought. You stomped up the steps of the bus and headed towards the back of the bus to your usual seat.
Another A/N: I didn’t proofread this so there might be some errors. Pls give me a break its 2 am LOL
Synopsis:You confessed to Katsuki on the last day of middle school only for him to say “I’ll never love a weak girl like you.” A year later, he shows up as your co-worker at your mother’s flower shop. You’re forced to face the feelings you’ve buried, and Katsuki begins to question the true strength of your unwithering love.
Pairing:Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader
Warnings:Mild swearing
Word Count: 9k
A/N:Shout out to @smolmilkyways for letting me use this beautiful piece of fanart above!
Taglist: Reply to this post to be added for future chapters!
You haven’t seen Katsuki since the day he pinned you to a tree and called you out for lying, and as much as you hate to admit it… he was right, you haven’t been honest with him.
Or with yourself.
Forcing yourself to move on clearly hasn’t been working, and now that Katsuki called bullshit, well… What good is a lie if no one believes it? Besides, you don’t want to live a lie anymore since it just proves you’re too weak to live with the truth. But the last time you were truthful, it led to a harsh rejection and a year’s worth of wakeless nights.
Even if you were honest with him, would your relationship have changed? And if your mom hadn’t interrupted…
Would Katsuki have kissed you?
The way he looked at you, well, you’ve never been on the receiving end of such a look. His gaze molten upon tracing your form, eyes darkening despite the specks of light reflected in them.
If he can look at you that way just one more time.
Speaking of the boy living in your mind rent-free, Katsuki hasn’t spared a single glance in your direction since his arrival this morning. The two of you have been setting up the Paradise Blooms booth in silence. You’re wearing matching Garden Glow 2020 t-shirts. Though your mother had to shove Katsuki’s on with muscles you didn’t even know she had.
“It’s company policy, Katsuki.”
“Like I give a shit-”
“Language, Katsuki.” She taps the swear jar that’s sure to be filled by the end of the day.
“Ah c’mon I’ve been saying ‘shit’ since I came outta the womb!”
“That’s ¥100, wanna go for 200?” She raises an eyebrow.
The swear jar is doubled today.
To avoid having to pick a side, you busy yourself by fiddling with the tablecloth, but standing within hearing distance to catch what’s happening.
Katsuki throws his hands up. “What the fu- Seriously, call my mom, she swears it was my first word!”
“Whether or not that’s true- which yes, as a matter of fact, I will call her because you’ve piqued my interest now, thank you very much-”
Katsuki looks away, scowling like a typical moody teenager, while your mother continues.
“I made it clear to you that I will not tolerate any cursing or violent behavior today. No exceptions.”
Katsuki mutters, “I haven’t blown anything up yet, have I?” He leans back against the tree.
Your mother sighs. “Just put the shirt on, Katsuki.”
Katsuki scoffs. “Looks like grape boy shit art.”
“Idesigned it.” Your mother grits her teeth before she turns to you with a thoughtful expression. “I’m sorry, but who’s ‘grape boy’? Is that someone I should know?” You shrug in return.
Katsuki shakes his head. “Nevermind. Hire a pro next year. It’s hard to look at.”
Your mother sighs, like she knew this was coming. “If you’re not gonna put it on, guess I’ll have to do it for you.” She cracks her knuckles, forcing the shirt over Katsuki’s head.
“OI GET THE HELL OFF SHITTY WOMAN”
“Stop fighting!”
“STOP TOUCHING ME”
Katsuki’s arms flail, but to your surprise, your mother goes head-to-head against Katsuki without his quirk. Seriously, has your mom secretly been hitting the gym or what?
You don’t see as much as hearthe crackles; so does your mother.
“Don’t you even think about blowing me up, Katuski, or so help me I will not hesitate to fire you on the spot.”
“ARGGHHHHH GET THE FUCK OFF ME YOU HAG”
Sparks flare dangerously close to your mother, and you close your eyes, unable to look, but it’s fairly anticlimactic when Katsuki pops up from the hole of the shirt. His scrunched face and frazzled hair resembles an angry pomeranian.
And that’s how your mother got Katsuki to wear matching shirts.
Garden Glow is the biggest event of the year for you and your mother. It’s how you’ve grown your clientele and how Paradise Blooms stays afloat.
Your mother claps her hands. “Team huddle, c’mon you two, let’s go!”
Katsuki scowls, but otherwise obeys. He’s at the mercy of your mother who has Mitsuki on speed dial. But that doesn’t stop him from taking his sweet time, trudging with his hands in his pockets like he doesn’t have the energy to care, reminding you that everything important in your life is like a speck of dust to Katsuki.
“Give me your hand, honey.”
Darting a glance at Katsuki, you shake your head, but she ignores your silent plea, grabbing your hand before going for Katsuki’s who whips his own hand away in time.
“Leave me alone. I already put your stupid shirt on.”
“Actually,I put the shirt on you.” She’s met with a glare, but she ignores that too. “C’mon, it’s tradition to do a team huddle! We do it every year, right honey?” You try not to outwardly cringe when she puts you on the spot.
“Mhm…” You weakly agree.
“See?” Your mother smiles which only fuels Katsuki’s outburst.
“FUCK OFF!”
Katsuki’s heaves, the veins in his forearms bulge from how tight he’s clenching his fist because he knows he screwed up.
“Fuck.” Katsuki lamely finishes.
Did you mention the swear jar is doubled today?
Your mother smiles, wiggling her fingers in a teasing manner toward Katsuki. “I’ll let it all slide if you hold hands?”
He glares at her hand before snatching it. “Not like I got a choice”
The only ones not holding hands are you and Katsuki. You don’t know if you should reach out or not. What if he refuses to hold yours because of last week? You would have to tell your mom, only because you don’t want to lie to her after what happened last time. But would he actually make a scene in front of her? And what would she say if-
Your hand is abruptly pulled in.
Fingers intertwine with yours, his grip is sweaty enough to make anyone pull away, but you only want to hold on tighter.
Your mother clears her throat for her famous Garden Glow pep talk. “Today’s the big day we’ve been working toward all year. I want to thank you both for making it possible.” She turns to acknowledge Katsuki. “Katsuki, you’ve grown so much in these past two weeks. When you started at Paradise Blooms, you couldn’t go five minutes without igniting your quirk or yelling profanities. Now, you’ve managed to accumulate a clientele that personally asks for you when they want to make a purchase.”
“Three clients and one of ‘em’s the Hag.” He shrugs, but you notice how the praise relaxes his grip.
Your mother shakes her head with a smile. “Even if one of them is Mitsuki, you worked hard for the other two. That’s an accomplishment to be celebrated, so thank you for taking the job seriously. And Y/N…” You look down.
All you’ve done lately is disappoint her.
“I understand it’s difficult, being thrusted into a leadership position, and I won’t deny you’ve made mistakes along the way…”
Here it goes. The lecture that throws all your failures back in your face. Your shoulders hunch, a mechanism to protect yourself from what’s to come.
“But I wouldn’t have put you in that position if I didn’t think you were ready.” Looking up, you’re surprised to find her eyes lined with pride. “The way you’ve learned from your mistakes proves I can trust you to run Paradise Blooms. I am certain the business I’ve spent half my life building will be in good hands one day.”
The first smile of the day blooms across your face.
“Thanks, mom.”
You squeeze her hand, tenderness crinkles her eyes as she squeezes your hand back.
“Alright, team, we have an event to run!” Your mother claps her hands. As soon as she does, Katsuki rips his hand from your hold. “Garden Glow on three!” She says, putting her hand in the middle of the circle. You really don’t want to, but you can’t leave your mom hanging after she said all those nice things. You reluctantly place your hand on top of hers.
“C’mon, Katsuki, Garden Glow on three!” She says.
“Bite me.”
“Don’t tempt me,” she retorts.
Without his extensive vocabulary of curse words, his comebacks pretty much suck. (Though you’d never in a million years admit this to his face).
“Fine, I won’t push it,” your mother concedes, “but that’s only because we have a minute left ‘till showtime.” She locks eyes with you. “On three, okay sweetie?”
You hide behind your hair to avoid Katsuki’s reaction, but you realize he probably doesn’t care enough to tease you for the nickname. You don’t know which is worse.
Counting to three, you both chant “Garden Glow” while raising your hands. You and your mother share a look when Katsuki grumbles a quick “Garden Glow” under his breath.
“Oh, before I forget!” She exclaims. “I signed you two up to represent Paradise Blooms in the Flower Crown Show-Down. Okay, bye!” She runs off before either of you can react.
“What!?”
“Hah!?”
You’re both left standing in shock.
Katsuki notices you staring. “Tch. The fuck you lookin’ at, extra?”
He brushes past you without another word.
Guess he’s not over what happened last week.
“How’s everyone doing today!?”
The crowd is filing into their seats so there’s not much of a response at first.
“What was that? I’m havin’ a hard time hearing the people in the back. Let’s try this one more time- how’s everyone doin’ today!?”
This time the crowd’s fired up, practically shaking the amphitheater and getting the cars to honk from the street. The host laughs, giving an appreciative whistle.
“Whew you almost busted my eardrums with that one- but makes my job much easier, so keep doin’ what you’re doin’. Let’s get another round of applause because why the heck not?”
More cheers pierce the air, along with claps, whistles, and handmade Garden Glow signs waving around.
“If you don’t know me, my name is Myoga Haruto. It is truly an honor to host this year’s Garden Glow.”
Your mother was persistent enough to score a late night host for this year’s Garden Glow. His show broke record ratings when he covered the sludge villain incident last year, something you’ve wanted to ask Katsuki about, but doubt he’d talk to you about it.
“We have flower shops from all over the city here with us today. Their booths line all around the perimeter for you to check out- and if you have any questions, feel free to ask anyone with a Garden Glow volunteer shirt. Like him, in the purple shirt.”
Myoga points to Katsuki who scowls when everyone turns to look at him. Sparks ignite from his palms when someone cat-calls from the audience.
“Now, let’s give a warm round of applause for all the workers and volunteers that made this event possible today.”
The audience claps, smiling at the workers and the volunteers.
“There are events planned throughout the day, but you definitely are going to wanna save a seat for the much anticipated…” A drum roll plays to hype up Myoga’s next words…
“FLOWER CROWN SHOW-DOOOWWWWWNNNNN”
People jump out of their seats, giving it their all for the biggest cheer yet.
The Flower Crown Show-Down is what brings in the most traffic every year. Flower shops from all over the city participate, battling to be crowned the next Flower Crown Master. The press the winning flower shop receives means a consistent flow of business for the rest of the year, secured with a loyal clientele base for years to come.
Which is why it makes absolutely no sensefor your mother to sign you up with Katsuki.
Everything’s in full swing after the opening announcement. You nor Katsuki have had a second to breathe with the constant line of customers. Your mother’s seasonal collection was sold within the hour and backorders have already been placed.
Your favorite customer, Tanaka-san, walks up to the booth when you wave him over with a smile. He’s pushing a woman in a wheelchair wearing a vintage flower pin in her hair.
“Tanaka-san, you made it!” You lean across the booth to give him a hug. He laughs in surprise at your amicable greeting, but returns your hug nonetheless.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, dearest.”
His words are sincere. He’s supported you and your mother at every Garden Glow since he became a Paradise Blooms regular.
He gestures to the woman sitting beside him. “I believe you two have yet to meet. Y/N, this is my wife, Akina.”
You’ve seen plenty of pictures of Akina-san, but it’s nothing like seeing her in person. Her hair has grayed, but it falls gracefully around her shoulders, and the lines engraved around her mouth show she’s smiled a lot in her lifetime.
You bow in the same respect you would for Tanaka-san. “It’s an honor to finally meet you, Akina-san, I’ve heard so much about you!”
She chuckles softly. “All good things I hope.”
“Only the best,” you reassure her.
Tanaka-san claps Katsuki on the back. “Katsuki! How are ya, my boy?”
“Ugh! I’m not your boy!” He shoves the hand off his back and returns to packaging flowers in an offensive manner.
“How’s the hero training coming along?”
“Fine.” Katsuki grunts.
“You know you’re going to have to re-tape-”
“I know.” Katsuki snaps at you.
“The U.A. sports festival is a week away if I’m not mistaken?”
“Yeah.”
Tanaka-san’s lip quirks. “Are you ready?”
“HAH!?”
This gets Katsuki to stop what he’s doing. He slams the tape so hard that it bounces off the table and you have to pick it up off the floor. He stares Tanaka-san down, despite him being an elder, but this doesn’t bother Tanaka-san in the slightest, in fact, his smile grows at Katsuki’s agitated snarl.
“‘COURSE I’M READY DUMBASS! I’M MOTHERFU- shit - I’M KING EXPLOSION MURDER FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO!”
Um…
King Explodo what now?
Tanaka-san howls, wiping tears from his eyes and patting Katuski’s back again like he’s his long-lost son. “Oh Katsuki, you bust my chops, but save that for the ring next week and I guarantee you’ll walk away with first place. We’re all rooting for you, my boy.”
“ARGH FOR THE LAST FREAKIN’ TIME, OLD MAN, I’M NOT YOUR BOY!”
Your mother sent you and Katsuki on a much-needed break. For the past ten minutes, you’ve been figuring out break the silence eating at you, though Katsuki looks like he could care less with the way he’s been scrolling through his phone.
Any conversation dies before it can even begin when a little boy in the play area declares-
“Have no fear, I am here!”
An All might cape flutters behind him and a much too big yellow bucket covers his head.
The other boys follow his lead, quoting their favorite heroes, including the only girl in the group wearing a flower crown. It looks custom made, with an array of glittering Dahlias and what looks to be Peruvian Lily, but you can’t be too sure from this distance.
All eyes go to her when she stands on a chair, towering over the boys. She twists side to side nervously before mumbling, “My hero name is Fairy Princess and I’m here to save you all with my fairy dust!” She gains much needed confidence after saying this, giggling and throwing imaginary fairy dust on the boys.
The boys pause to look at each other before dropping to the ground and rolling around in uncontrollable laughter.
“That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard!”
“And what a lame quirk!”
“You’llneverbe a hero!”
The girl hunches in, looking a lot smaller even though she’s still standing over the group.
You look around, wondering if anyone is going to intervene. Katsuki stays quiet to your surprise, choosing to purposefully look away for some reason. You thought he’d be the first to step in since he’s literally training to be a hero.
“Look guys, she’s crying! Gimme that.” The All Might wannabee climbs up to rip the crown from her head; he dangles it over her, as she jumps to try to get it back, but it’s out of her reach, only causing the boys to laugh harder.
“Give it back! My mo-mommy m-made it for me!” She stutters, and you can tell all too well from past experience that she’s trying her best to stay strong and hold back her tears.
The boy croons. “Aww… guys her mommy made it for her, how cute. Too bad.”
You almost hear the screams of the flowers as they’re brutally ripped to shreds, the petals stomped on by each of the boys and splattered on the ground like pieces of a broken heart. The girl drops to her knees to salvage what she can, but it’s no use.
You look at Katsuki, thinking he’s finally going to step in and teach those boys a lesson, but he stays still, choosing to disengage from the scene altogether.
No one else steps in so you do.
“Hey, that’s enough!”
The All Might kid pushes the other boys and they escape the scolding you were about to lay on them.
Bending down so you’re eye level with the girl, you wipe the tears she finally allows to stream down her cheeks. “Are you alright?” you softly ask. Her knees are scuffed, but she looks otherwise fine.
The girl sniffles, nodding. You’re about to help her up when a woman rushes over to kneel next to you. “Lily, are you okay, sweetie? What happened?”
“Mommy!” Lily throws herself, crying into her mother’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, mommy, the c-crown y-you made is r-ruined…”
“Oh don’t you worry ‘bout that, hun, I’ll make you another one.” She caresses her cheek before softly smiling. “Thank you for standing up for my little girl.”
“Of course.” You smile back before turning to Lily. “Us girls need to stick together, right?”
Lily laughs, nodding through her tears.
Out of nowhere, the sun comes out. That’s weird, you think, but shrug it off. Squinting, you can barely make out Lily turning back with a sad smile. Despite the sweat gathering on your forehead, you give her an encouraging smile, waving goodbye.
It’s only when they’ve disappeared into the crowd that you realize you could’ve used your quirk to make her a crown. You sigh.
Why do you always think of the right thing to do after the moment’s passed?
Unbeknownst to you, Katsuki watches from afar.
The girl’s tears have stopped, and though the glassiness in her eyes remains, it has taken a new form, one of admiration. She looks up at you with a smile Katsuki knows all too well, one that stretches from cheek-to-cheek, wide enough to show the gap of her missing tooth.
And he knowsyou’re the reason.
You wave and wave, standing in the middle of the relentless heat until you can no longer see the little girl. Rays of sunlight pierce the clouds, bright, like the start of a new day. With your back turned, the light halos you, and where shadows should lie, pure, unadulterated sunshine glows in their midst, as if the sun itself chose to spotlight you. Like out of the billions of people in this world, you were deemed worthy enough to be acknowledged in this moment.
Turning your head, you look back at Katsuki, with that same smile he knew you wore all along.
You’ve peed five times within the hour. Your throat clicks every time you swallow. And your palms are sweaty, if not sweatier, than Katsuki’s after training.
You’re waiting backstage with the rest of the showdown teams. He’s calm, you’ve never seen him so calm. You wish he wasn’t because this Katsuki looks like he couldn’t care less whether or not you lose.
Your mom is in the front row, smiling and chatting with Tanaka-san and Akina-san. She catches your eye, giving you a thumbs up.
Oh god, you’re gonna be sick.
You want to prove what she said is true- that you’re capable of running Paradise Blooms one day. But you’ve blown every chance she’s given you.
The band fades when Myoga runs on stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, for the moment you’ve all been waiting for…” He pauses, a drum roll enhances the anticipation, edging the crowd.
“The Flower Crown SHOWDOOOOOOWN!”
The whoops and cheers don’t pump you up like it does everyone else. You need to find the nearest restroom. Fast.
Myoga laughs. “Alright, alright, settle down so I can explain the rules and get this show on the road.” Myoga waits before carrying on like a true professional. “Flower shops from all over the city sign up for this event, but only the top five are selected to participate on this stage today. The team that makes the best flower crown based on the judge’s score within five minutes, yes folks, you heard that right, only five minutes, will be crowned this year’s Flower Crown Master.”
There’s no way you and Katsuki can win. All the other duos are showdown veterans that you’ve competed against in the past with your mom- your mom who grew up in a literal field. Katsuki has worked at Paradise Blooms for two weeks. What was she thinking making such a last minute decision? Is this her mid-life crisis kicking in early? She knows that she’s putting Paradise Blooms on the line, losing out on much-needed publicity and clientele.
You breathe in so you don’t hurl all over your poorly designed shirt. (Yes, you admit it, your mother willnever be the next Coco Chanel despite her protests that she is a competent fashion designer.)
Turning to Katsuki, you make a last-ditch effort to make amends. “Look, I know we aren’t on good terms, but… this means the world to my mom. So can we please put aside our differences for now and work as a team?” You add another ‘please’ because you’re pretty much desperate at this point with your stomach making nauseating waves like a freaking tsunami hit it.
Katsuki stares at you for a good thirty seconds. “No. I hate people telling me what to do.” He walks away.
You wilt under Katsuki’s words, tears welling up, but you swallow them down before anyone can see. All you can do is follow him on stage.
And just your stupid luck, you’re placed next to your ultimate rivals… the evil twins from flower crown showdown hell, Jin and Jinny. You swear they were put here on this planet just to torture you.
Jin side-eyes you, as if he can’t be bothered to turn his head, else god forbid, he’d ruin his stupid hair. “Well… if it isn’t, Y/N. I see your mommy’s not here to bail you out this year. What a shame… I was really looking forward to a challenge.” You scrunch your nose at the uncomfortable way he licks his lips.
“Nice to see you again, Jin, always a treat.”
Jinny pops up from behind, her ponytails bounce in time with her shrill voice. “Typical Y/N, too scared to talk back.” They do some weirdo handshake that should be made illegal in the state of Japan. Like right now.
The crowd “ooooo’s” at the insult, and some random person even yells “burn”! You fail to recognize the “burn” in Jinny’s lame comeback.
Myoga steps in to narrate the scene. “We’re less than a minute in, folks, and we already got some trash talk between Paradise Blooms and Flowerworks.”
Katsuki snorts. “You call that trash talk? Please, my dead fish, Killer Chain, can do better than that.”
The audience gasps.
Jinny goes tomato red. “Excuse me, you did notjust compare me to your preposterous-named dead fish!”
“You really do need to work on your nicknames,” you whisper.
“Shut up,” Katsuki snaps.
Jin pulls her behind him. “Hey! No one talks to my sister like that.”
“Get a better sister.” Katsuki shrugs matter of fact.
Jin marches up to center stage. “Who is this asshole? I’ve never seen him before in my life.”
Katsuki shrugs. “I don’t waste my time with extras.”
“Be careful, Katsuki, my mom can hear.”
You make the wrong move by placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Get off me!”
“Oh… I get it!” There’s a glint in Jinny’s eyes. “He’s your booooooooyfriend!”
You and Katsuki both let out a “hah!?” The audience laughs, drinking in the drama as if it were a play at the theatre and not your life hanging by a thread.
You flush, flailing your arms back and forth. “No, no, no, no, we-we’re not-”
“Call me that again, dipshit, been lookin’ for a reason to tear shit up.”
“You’re cute,” Jin looks Katsuki up and down, licking his lips again. “But I don’t play with guys who think with their fists.”
“I talk with ‘em too, wanna see?” Katsuki smiles a little too wide for comfort, explosions popping in his hands.
“Now, now, wait a minute here,” Myoga intervenes, “Quirks are allowed during the competition, but damaging an opponent or their work is grounds for immediate disqualification.”
“Hold up, I know you.” Jin steps into Katsuki’s space, until they’re almost nose-to-nose. “You’re the kid who was attacked last year in the sludge villain incident. You must not be that strong if you needed All Might and that green-haired kid to save you.”
Murmurs swell, trying to confirm if Jin’s right.
You don’t have to look to feel the anger emanating from Katsuki, not the wildfire anger he resorts to when Tanaka-san or your mom get under his skin. No, this anger simmers from a much deeper wound.
You don’t ever want to be on the receiving side of this anger.
Sparks of deadly promise rise from his palms, as he raises his fist to strike Jin.
“Don’t, Katsuki.”
His hand stills, shaking, struggling not to strike you.
“Move.” He’s not even looking at you.
“My mom will fire you on the spot.”
“Y/N.” You inhale the dark look now trained on you. “Fuck off if you know what’s good for you.”
You don’t “fuck off” like he tells you to. Not this time. You stand your ground, even if it means getting caught in the crossfire, because you can’t afford to lose before the race is even started.
“You’re angry, believe me, I am too.”
“You don’t know jackshit, extra.”
“Let’s use that anger to win this thing.” Taking a deep breath and knowing the risk you’re about to take with your next words, you say them anyway.
“Make them regret ever calling us weak.”
“Fuck you!” Katsuki shouts. He sidesteps you, heading straight toward Jin, but you stop him.
“No, Katsuki, fuck them.”
You glance at Jin and Jinny, then at the audience. His eyes find yours, and with a shared glance, you know exactly what he’s about to do before he does it.
He reigns in his quirk, marching center stage and making sure to brush past Jin as hard as he can. He snatches the microphone and shouts into it like a blow horn.
“PARADISE BLOOMS WILL BE CROWNED THE 2020 MASTER! FLOWERWORKS CAN EAT SHIT!”
There’s a good thirty seconds of shocked silence before someone says-
“FUCK YEAH! GO PARADISE BLOOMS!”
Your jaw drops.
“Mom?”
The crowd goes wild, following your mother’s sentiment to jump out of their seats with newfound vigor.
Myoga laughs. “Now that’swhat I call a real declaration of war in the spirit of competition! We shall see who will be crowned the next Flower Crown Master. Let’s get a round of applause from the people who think Flowerworks will win!”
There’s a good amount of cheering which sets Katsuki’s quirk off. Jin and Jinny smirk only at you, too afraid to raddle the beast next to you.
“Now let’s hear it from the people who think Paradise Blooms will win!”
Standing on benches and whooping their hands around, cars even honk from the streets- the noise overbears the pathetic applause Flowerworks received.
“Seems like Paradise Blooms is the favorite to win,” Myoga comments.
“Fuck yeah! Suck on that, Flowerbitches!” Katsuki whoops.
You’re about to apologize for Katsuki’s foul language, but his words only serve to fire up the crowd. He promised a juicy fight with that declaration, and you’re worried he over-promised with all the trash talk- Paradise Blooms might become the butt of the joke for the rest of the year if you don’t deliver. There’s only one option.
Win.
“This year’s theme is A Night Under The Stars. You have five minutes to create a flower crown that best embodies this theme. Get ready, teams! In five-”
The crowd joins in the countdown.
“Four, three, two…”
The horn blares.
“ONE”
Chaos ensues.
Everyone on stage shoves each other to get to the materials table first. Some use their quirks, including Jin, who mudslides his way to the front of the line.
“Hell if I’m letting that fucker get all the good stuff.” Katsuki snarls, igniting his quirk, about to force his way in.
“Wait, Katsuki! You don’t even know… what we… need.” You slump when you realize talking is useless.
“MOVE BITCHES COMIN’ THRU ”
“Hey! You can’t threaten us with your quirk!”
“That’s not fair!”
Katsuki returns, dumping a huge pile of materials on the table. You gape at the sheer amount of stuff.
“I didn’t know what we needed so I took one of everything.”
Even Myoga looks at the judges, unsure if this is legal, but when he receives no response, he shrugs as well. “There’s nothing in the rules that limits what you can take. Go wild!”
The crowd laughs, cheering Katsuki on. He’s quickly become the crowd favorite.
In shock, a laugh bubbles from your throat. “Alright. Since we’ve got enough materials to make five crowns, I’m going to focus on making the centerpiece. You can start twisting the vines like this.” You show Katsuki and he catches on quick; his destructive hands become nimble enough to twist the vines. You let him know how many vines to twist, which is not many as the crown’s circumference will be small, made for a specific wearer in mind.
You close your eyes to focus on creating the centerpiece. A green bud sprouts in the center of your cupped palms. A vision becomes clear in your mind as the flower grows. You make the petals larger than nature would normally allow, and more saturated in color, the bright fuchsia wash is deepest at the center, fading a brilliant white at the edges. Freckles bloom across each curved petal.
“OI! WAKE THE FUCK UP!”
You open your eyes. “Huh?”
“Shitty fuckin’ treehugger,” Katsuki growls. Grabbing your shoulders, he physically turns you towards the ticking clock. “LOOK AT THE TIME!”
You gasp. Shoot, did you really take that long? To be fair it was a large flower, one you had to pull from memory and create with intricate detailing.
That doesn’t change the fact that you wasted two minutes on a single flower.
As if Jinny can read your mind she puts her annoying two cents in with a nasally snort. “Ha! Good luck tryna make a flower crown with one flower! As if!” Jin and Jinny both laugh, flaunting their almost finished flower crown.
“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki snaps, “Worry ‘bout your own shitty crown.”
“Oh no, Paradise Blooms is off to a rough start. Can they pull through with only three minutes remaining?” Most of the crowd says yes, with a few occasional “boos” thrown in there.
Jin and Jinny probably paid those hecklers, you think bitterly.
You’ve never seen him look so out of his depth. His eyes dart back and forth- from the clock to the pieces of your unfinished crown, to Jin and Jinny’s crown, before they land back on you.
You activate your quirk once more, but Katsuki holds your hands tight.
“No. More. Quirk.”
The touch takes you aback, but you can’t afford to think about it right now. Later… when you’re alone.
You twist out of his hold. “Don’t worry, the flowers I’m gonna make won’t take long. Look-”
Palms up, you create an assembly line of significantly smaller flowers. “We’ll alternate between different types of lilies, and make it messy- like a starry night- it’s a risk, we might lose points, but we don’t have much of a choice now.” You point to the flower that took two minutes to create, sitting pretty in full bloom. “And thiswill be the crown’s centerpiece.”
“Two minutes left on the clock, folks!” Myoga says. “Looks like Flowerworks is the first to complete their crown. Paradise Blooms is struggling to make a comeback. Will they have a complete crown by the end?”
Katsuki pricks himself. “Shit,” he curses, wiping the blood on his jeans.
“Rookie mistake,” Jin chimes in.
A single explosion pops, and what was once beautiful petals are now a crestfallen pile of unusable bits and pieces.
“Katsuki!”
“Dammit!” Katsuki kicks the table.
“Whoa, looks like Paradise Blooms blew their chance, quite literally!”
Katsuki narrows his eyes at Myoga who quickly moves on to another team.
“Hold on, do that again.” The vision of the flower crown changing before your eyes- one that is much better than what you originally planned.
“Hah!?”
You make a couple more lilies and drop them into his hands.
“Trust me alright?” Making a few more lilies, you drop them into his hands.
He cocks an eyebrow. “You better not fuck this up.”
You don’t comment, but that’s rich coming from the guy who just blew up your flowers. He sighs before blowing them up again, the bits and pieces glittering in his palms like fallen stars.
Perfect.
“Now let’s glue these bits onto the crown.”
Shaking his head, he argues, “That’s gonna take too damn long.”
You smirk. “Not if we do it like this.”
“That’s a cute trick, but that won’t be enough to beat us.”
You bite back a groan at Jin effectively ruining your badass moment. You feel a clawing urge to strangle both of them with some vines.
“You’recute for thinking we’re finished,” you bite back.
Katsuki looks at you with pleasant surprise as the audience rewards you with some cheers.
You turn to Katsuki. “Give me your hands.”
“Hah!?”
“Your hands, give them-”
“No.”
You glance at the clock. Twenty seconds left. “Please?”
“Why?”
You don’t really know how to say it without seeming weird.
“I need your sweat,” you say, hoping he doesn’t get the wrong idea, but of course he does with the way he wrinkles his nose.
“I knew you treehuggers were weird, but that’s a whole ‘nother level of nasty.”
Your face burns from the suggestion.
“I-It’s not like that!”
“Ten seconds left!” Myoga and the crowd countdown.
Your heart beats in double time.
“Do you wanna beat those idiots or not?”
Katsuki narrows his eyes. “Yes.”
“Then give me your hands.” Biting your lip, you glance at the clock.
Eight seconds.
Throwing his hands up he says, “Fuck! Fine. Here.”
Katsuki reluctantly lays his palms up and you place your hands face down on top. They’re warmer than this morning and in this position you realize how much bigger his hands are compared to yours.
You focus on the task, hoping he doesn’t catch sight of your burning cheeks. “I need you to secrete a little bit of sweat at the same time I create a vine. Th-the sme- um…” You clear your throat, refusing to look up at Katsuki. “The smell might earn us a few extra points.” You mutter in one go. Suddenly, you regret wearing the Garden Glow t-shirt, because it’s not just your cheeks that are burning anymore, and you can feel Katsuki’s eyes on you, watching every expression flitter on your face, making you regret even suggesting it in the first place.
He shrugs like he couldn’t care less. “Whatever. Just take it.”
You chance a glance to see his cheeks burning bright red too, but as soon as he catches you he scowls a “nerd” at the end for good measure. You look down at your hands touching, but that only makes it worse.
“R-right,” you stutter.
At the same time, you create vines while Katsuki secretes sweat. Your nose twitches from the sweet scent. Once the vines have been thoroughly soaked, you glue them expertly to the crown, and finish just as the clock beeps.
“Time’s up!”
Jin looks yours up and down, spewing out, “Lilies are so last season.” He places his crown in front of yours, Penta flowers line the vines, and you hate to admit it, but you wish you would’ve thought to include Pentas, with their star-shaped petals.
No, you shake your head, you picked Lilies for a reason. Your flower crown shimmers in the sunlight, reminiscent of stars shining in the night sky.
The judges walk up the stage, stopping at each table to thoroughly assess each flower crown. Katsuki crosses his arms, glaring at how slow the judges are. You can relate, with your stomach swirling with nerves, though you don’t openly broadcast your annoyance.
Apparently Katsuki’s had enough because he huffs. “Can you fuckin’ hurry up and come judge ours?”
“TELL ‘EM, KATSUKI, TELL ‘EM!”
Everyone turns around, including the judges. You gape at who the heckler is.
“Mom!”
“Whoops, my bad.” With a weak smile, she sheepishly bows. “Got carried away there- ahem- carry on!”
“Alright then, moving on to Flowerworks,” Myoga transitions, stepping next to Jin and Jinny. “The judges agreed that the use of Pentas to represent stars was an excellent idea. Plus, the specific alignment of the flowers provides an overall aesthetic appeal. For that, Flowerworks receives an 8.5 out of 10.”
The whoops and cheers force you to wring your hands together, a knot forms in your stomach at the formidable score you have to beat.
Jin flips his obnoxious bangs with a flourish of the hand. “And that’show it’s done.”
Jinny nods like a bobblehead. “Mmhm, mmhm!”
A low growl sounds in Katsuki’s throat making you slide your flower crown away from his sizzling hands.
“Those dumbass flowers are nothing more than a shit bucket. We’re taking the win this year.” Katsuki states matter of fact, like the only possibility in this scenario is to win. His raw confidence detangles the knot in your stomach.
Katsuki tenses up when noticing your stare. “What?”
“Who knew flowers could get you so fired up?” You bump your shoulder against his playfully, he scoffs in response.
“It’s not about the flowers. It’s about the win.”
He’s right. You have to win.
“And last, but definitely not least,” Myoga stands next to you and Katsuki. “The judges were surprised at Paradise Blooms’ crown this year. They expected a much more… skillfully crafted crown.”
That’s true. From the quickly woven vines to the scattered petals, your crown lacks the proper technique and experience only your mom possesses. But you didn’t have her. This was all you and Katsuki. And what you created together, albeit explosive and messy, was enveloped in a sweet aroma and a unique design that’s not normally seen in flower arrangements.
You wait for the inevitable loss, but you don’t feel as disappointed as you should, instead a small smile slips from your lips- proud of your beautiful mess.
“But what you lacked in technique, you more than made up for with creative integrity. The risks you took far outweighed your skill, and for that, Paradise Blooms receives a score of 9.5 out of 10.”
You look up to see the audience in much the same shock as you.
“Paradise Blooms is this year’s Flower Crown Master!”
Everyone is quiet, eerily quiet, in shock with the outcome… that is until Katsuki releases a triumphant roar.
“FUCK YEAH! FUCK YOU BITCHES! SUCK ON THESE NUTS! TAKE YOUR DUMBASS FLOWER SHOP NAME AND YOUR DUMBASS CROWN TO HELL!”
Everything happens at once - the twins squealing, the crowd jumping out of their seats to cheer you on, bright cameras flashing one after another in domino effect, and your mother crying tears of joy in the front row.
“Oh my god! We did it! We won!”
Shooting you a cocking grin, he replies. “Course we did, I always win.”
You realize it before it’s too late. You must’ve hugged him on instinct, all the adrenaline fuzzing up the part of your brain that homes doubt. With the way his body’s pressed against yours, you can smell that same aroma you asked for moments ago, it tickles your nose and stirs up childhood reminiscence colored in bright yellow.
Katsuki must be in a similar position because he pushes you away, hastily getting as much distance from you without calling attention to everyone. You don’t miss the cherry that paints his cheeks.
“T-they ch-cheated!” Jin points at both of you.
“Yeah! They combined their quirks!” Jinny echoes.
“There’s nothing in the rules that states participants aren’t allowed to use their quirks together,” says Myoga.
“I’m more than happy to show you my quirk on its own.” Katsuki smirks like he’s been waiting all day for this opportunity. Jin and Jinny squeak a quick “no thank you!” before finally shutting their mouths.
“That’s what I thought. You fuck with Paradise Blooms, and I’ll kick your ass.” The twins nod in understanding.
Stepping aside, Myoga makes way for you and Katsuki. “Now, let’s have a word from the winners.” He hands you the mic as the audience chants “Speech! Speech! Speech!”
Flushing at the sudden onslaught of attention, you grip the mic with two hands, afraid it might slip from your sweaty palms. Taking a deep breath that echoes throughout the park, you finally gather the nerve to start.
“H-hi… um…”
The eyes are discomforting, but an encouraging nod from your mom is exactly what you need to push through.
“My mom would probably disown me if I forgot to say this, but our booth is over there with the purple sign.” You point to the booth with the Paradise Blooms banner. “Or you can come up to me or Katsuki for any business inquiries.”
Myoga grabs for the mic when you remember-
“Oh! And one more thing, uhhh… Lily? Lily, are you still here?” You spot the same little girl from earlier bouncing on her seat. “C’mon up here!” You say, waving her up. Lily looks to her mom who takes her hand and leads her to the stage.
Bending down so you’re at eye level with her, you say, “These are a type of lily called stargazers.”
She gazes in awe at the wreath of pink flowers. “Pretty,” she breathes. Smiling, you place the crown on her head, like one would during a coronation.
“I deem thee… Fairy Princess of the sky!”
The look of pure adoration on her face, her glassy eyes looking up at you like you were her… you were…
you were her hero.
“Th-thank you, Y/N! Thank you so much! I’ll be sure to be the bestfairyprincess the sky has ever seen! I won’t let you down!” She bows multiple times, despite being a princess now.
Amidst the sea of eyes, Katsuki’s burn into you. Turning around, you offer a small smile, and to your surprise, he shares one of his own. The faintest quirk of the lips, but a smile nonetheless.
As soon as you’re off the stage, you’re tackled in a hug by your mom.
“Oh honey I’m so proud of you! Come here, you!”
“T-thanks, mom, oh okay-”
Without recognizing her strength, she squeezes tighter.
“Alright, settle down. Mom? Look, I love you, but you’re hurting me- OW”
Smacking her back has no effect as she continues to waddle you side-to-side in the biggest bear hug of your life.
Struggling for air, you wheeze out what feels like your last two words. “Can’t….Breathe…”
“Oh! S-sorry, hun!” After watching you gulping for air like your life depends on it (which it kinda does) she gives you a sheepish smile. “Wow, I really do need to tone it down, don’t I?”
Wheezing a bit more, you hit her with a- “You think?”
“Oh I can’t help it, with all the adrenaline flowing, and you know how competitive I get! Ah! My baby won the Flower Crown Show-Down!” After ruffling your hair, she whips her phone out. “Now I get to brag to all the other moms in yoga class. Oh, your kid got valedictorian? That’s cute. My daughter just won Flower Crown Master, suck on that, Sasha!”
You’re too busy rolling around in the million and one questions you have for your mom. Noticing your perplexed look, she puts her phone away. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
You shake your head. “Nothing, just…” You bite your lip, figuring out your next words as you say them. “I know we won… but that was a huge risk you took. I mean, you even said it yourself, you spent half your life building Paradise Blooms, the most important thing in the world to you!”
You look down at your shoes, some of the left-over nerves still tingling your fingertips, before asking with a voice softer than Akina-san’s.
“Do you really believe in me that much?”
Waiting for her answer feels like waiting for a seed to grow into a Cryptomeria tree. What you don’t expect is the resolve in her voice, like what she’s about to say is an indisputable fact, no matter the road ahead.
“Honey, the shop isn’t the most important thing in the world to me.”
She tilts your chin up.
“You are.”
You want to believe her, but you’ve let her down before. And maybe you just got lucky today because Katsuki was there. Would you have been able to win on your own? What if you didn’t win at all? Would your mom still be saying this?
You have to ask now, even if your throat is tightening at the thought; your muscles vibrate, and every fibre of your being is screaming at you to run.
“But what if- what if I…”
Choking up, tears pressure your eyes, begging to fall freely, but you keep them locked. Just like you always do.
Breathing in deep to gain control of your emotions, you pull from the depths a resolve of your own that you never believed you had, so you could finish what you set out to ask.
“What if I failed?”
Your mother smiles, with the same tenderness as when she tells you, “I love you.”
“Then you would’ve tried again next year.”
You’rereallynot looking forward to the clean up.
Boxes pile high in the Paradise Blooms storeroom. A hard thud signals that Katsuki brought in the last box. After maneuvering through the boxes like a maze, you manage to make your way to the storefront where your mother enters. Any flyaways or smudged eyeliner are re-touched, her Garden Glow shirt replaced by a stunning ruby dress.
Remember the elusive “favor” your mom hired Katsuki for? Apparently, Mitsuki set her up with a co-worker who’s just your mom’s “type.”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright closing up? I could stay and-”
“Nope. Like heck I’m letting you miss out on your first real date in years. Go on, shoo-” You begin pushing her out the door, because if you don’t get her out now she’s just going to make some excuse about needing to stay and help.
Laughing at your antics, she concedes. “Okay, okay, I’m going.”
“Good.” You nod in approval. “Now, go make awkward small talk until one of you finally decides to make a move.”
You hear Katsuki snort from the back.
She kisses the top of your head in typical mom fashion. “There’s leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry.” She raises her voice. “And thanks again for your help today, Katsuki. I’m very proud of you too.”
Katsuki smiles but grunts, which is his way of saying ‘you’re welcome.’ “Have fun I guess, or don’t, I don’t care.”
Rolling her eyes, she gives a wave before leaving you with the keys. An hour passes before the store looks manageable, enough to leave the rest for tomorrow’s shift.
The hydrangea by the window catches your eye. Despite the improvement, the petals have begun to wilt, the stem slumping more everyday. Picking it up, you place it off to the side so the sunlight doesn’t hit it as much.
Locking the door, you’re suddenly alone, face to face with Katsuki. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you.
All you get is a nod before he walks away.
You really don’t want the night to end, because tomorrow morning will end the exact same way, and the next day, and the next. You miss your study sessions, where you got to see a side of him that wasn’t always shouting, or cursing, or blowing things up. When he thought of you as someone worthy enough to open up to.
Your thoughts are pathetic, you feel pathetic, but you can’t help it because… because…
“Then you would’ve tried again next year.”
Your mother’s words ring in your ears, pulling the resolve you now know you have, deep from within you, and making you brave enough to ground yourself in your truth. No matter how many times you get uprooted.
“I think I’m still in love with you!”
Crap, he’s turning around, yep he definitely heard you. Why wouldn’t he hear you? You were loud enough to wake the whole freakin’ block!
But you’ve doubled down at this point, so you keep going, word after word pouring out of you, words you’ve been dying to tell him, but you’ve been too afraid to admit, even to yourself.
“You asked me why I covered for you, and the answer’s simple really, I did it because I care about you, Katsuki, because I didn’t want to see yougo, not when I had a second chance-”
Shaking your head, you clumsily move on. “The day I… you know… and you…” Your throat catches, unable to bring up your confession last year. “I- I tried to move on, I really did, but- and it helped, you know? Not seeing you in class everyday, I really thought I could be happy without you in my life, but then you showed up again and completely screwed up my plan.”
This is the second time Katsuki’s given you his full attention, the sensation is still new enough to stop you in your path. Everything about him screams intimidation, from his dark crimson eyes to the scowl that protrudes his already angled jawline. Not to mention the street lamps casting a pearlescent shadow, further darkening his face.
You clear your throat as you try to navigate your way to an end to this impromptu confession. “Ahem- so yeah, I think I’m still- wait, no, what am I saying?”
You stop yourself once more, because you’d regret being anything less than honest with him. With that, you take in a much needed deep breath, preparing to face him head on with your next words.
“I don’t think I’m in love with you. I knowI am.”
A solid thirty seconds pass when Katsuki raises an eyebrow.
“Done?”
“Yep.” You confirm, voice wavering.
He looks at you with an expression you’ve only seen when he actually cares about something, like when he’s tackling a problem during a study session.
“My answer hasn’t changed.”
“I didn’t expect it to,” you shrug, “being your friend is enough, and friends don’t lie to each other.”
“Who says I need friends?” The amused twitch of his eyebrow lets you know he’s joking. You huff out a laugh.
Standing in silence with Katsuki is not as uncomfortable as before. In fact, you could stand here all night without saying a word until the sun comes up.
“I saw you stand up for that girl.”
For the first time, Katsuki’s the one looking down at his shoes while you stare straight at him. His hands are moving in his pockets, and the crease between his eyebrows looks like he’s glaring at the ground, like it’s the reason for his trouble.
“You weren’t strong enough to get into U.A., but-”
His eyes meet yours with newfound respect.
“Today you were a hero.”
Your breath catches, and without giving you the chance to respond, he turns around.
“See you tomorrow, flowerchild.”
Walking away, his silhouette grows smaller with each step, until all that’s left is a shadow of once was.
An unspoken promise changes the air- that tomorrow will be different from today. A chance for a flower to bloom in the turnover of once soiled soil.
This is a work of fanfiction, all thecharacter mentioned or that appear are property of Kōhei Horikoshi, all the credit of them is given to him. This is not meant to be kept under the canon storyline (and kinda outdated since i have not seen the last season).
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