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Do you think outside of his hero costume Mic wears a lot of turtlenecks? Like his directional speaker doubles as protection, and without he feels super exposed and vulnerable?

Maybe the only place he feels comfortable enough to be so exposed is home. And thats wherever Shouta is.

“Are we having an English sub today?” Denki asked, sitting up slightly as he registered the time. 

Their next class was starting soon, and all of 2A were idly chatting with each other or milling about as they waited for their teachers arrival.

 “I mean- there’s no way Mic is gonna be in after what happened Saturday night… Right?“ The blondes question hung on the air, unanswered for a beat as his fellow students considered its weight.

“Hmm, honestly it could go either way,” mumbled a thoughtful looking Izuku from a few rows over. “I mean, if I were him, I’d definitely want to take some time off… but i’m not sure he actually would… And remember after the USJ incident? We all thought the same with Mr. Aizawa- and he still came in to teach.” 

“You’re right, and it was incredibly manly of him-“ added Kirishima, who was currently perched on Midoriyas desk. 

“Tch, more like irresponsible…” groused Bakugo, feigning disinterest while surreptitiously craning his neck to see who might walk in the classroom door.

“Now now, whatever the case- we must do our upmost to behave dutifully and responsibly, regardless of who teaches our English classes“ Interjected Iida- hand chopping through the air as he made his statement, “As as far as Present Mic goes: Yaoyorozu and I are putting together a gift to help hasten his recovery. If any of you would like to contribute or sign the card we made, please approach us by the end of the school day.”

There were several cries of interest followed by an energetic cheer of approval, when all of the sudden the classroom door slid open with a familiar crack- it’s sharp sound dragging everyones attention to the front of the room.

The man who walked in was not someone they expected or immediately recognized. He was tall and thin, with a long drape of gold-blonde hair that hung loose, all the way down to the small of his back. His clothes were shockingly normal (as opposed to the somewhat gaudy or vibrant hero costumes the majority of their instructors wore) and he looked very much like the most standard of English professors one might see at any university. 

A high dark turtleneck was tucked into a pair of tailored slacks, offset with a stylish pair of brown cross-sword shoes and a long tan cardigan. Hearing aids were clearly visible in both ears, and perched on his nose was a pair of red-framed glasses. 

It was only then (when they were focusing on his face) did recognition begin to spark (largely thanks to unmistakable mustache that graced the strangers upper lip).

“Hah??”, “Present Mic!?!“, “You did come!!“, “Seriously, how are you walking right now??“, “Sero, pay up! I knew he’d show…”, “I thought you were hospitalized?“, “didn’t your speaker get mangled? with you still in it???“, “you were so brave on Saturday!“, “Yeah! you kicked that villains ass!“

The Voice Hero in question merely offered a bright smile before waving his hand in thanks; as he did, 20 sets of eyes fell on the now visible rounds of bandages that were wrapped tight around the mans arms. They started at his wrists and continued up- under his sweater- even peeking out around the high collar of his turtleneck- the top edges barely covering what looked to be red and blackened skin on his neck. It also became apparent that their typically loud and boisterous English teacher had yet to actually utter a single word to the waiting class.

Ah- so he wasn’t completely ok then… 

“You dumbass-“ Bakugo snorted, ignoring a sharp reprimand from Iida “what gives you the idea to be here if you cant even talk?“

Present Mic merely gave him a smug smile, before turning his whole body to face the teen; he then raised his hands and started rapidly signing.

It was clear to the puzzled class that Mic expected Katsuki to understand him, and after a brief moment, the explosive boy let out an irritated huff, rolled his eyes, and then began signing right back. 

The class immediately descended into chaos- questions were shouted, and cries of excitement let loose as they watched their classmate silently and effortlessly communicate with their teacher in real time. 

Bakugo for his part, had been bristling with irritation, but as his and Mic’s conversation progressed, his posture slowly soothed into something more interested than aggressive. 

Finally he sat up- a power hungry grin clear on his face as he asked for a confirmation from his teacher. Once received, he stood from his desk and turned to face the now hesitant-looking class.

“Alright you god-damn extras… here’s the deal- Mics throat is still fucked up from his fight, and he cant talk or use his quirk for a while. He says he still wants to be here though, so for the next two weeks- you nerds are getting a crash course in Japanese Sign Language- taught by Mic and yours truly.“

There was a wild glint in Bakugo’s eyes and he gestured to himself with his thumb. “So buckle up- cuz he just gave me the power to pass out grades, and I don’t intend to make it easy on any of you losers.”

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Aizawa smiled from his spot on the couch as heard the front door open; it was a welcome sound, even despite missing the greeting that usually accompanied it.

Moments later, Hizashi’s lithe form entered the living room, his expression happy, yet obviously tired. 

Shouta took one look and let out an exasperated huff, very aware of what had his typically buoyant husband so drained. 

“Told you to just take the time off Zashi-” he rumbled in a fond tone, “you literally just got out of the hospital this morning… I thought we established how stupid it was when I pulled the same stunt last year.” 

The blonde merely stuck out his tongue before kicking off his shoes and moving to sit next to the brunette. The Erasure Hero scooted over to make room, and gently leaned over to press a kiss against Yamadas cheek. 

Hizashi immediately brightened at the offered affection and tilted forward to encourage it, when suddenly a brief flash of pain crossed his face. Abruptly, he pulled away with a grimace; hand raised to gingerly touch at his bandaged neck. 

Shouta’s eyes widened, and he promptly stood from the couch to grab his husbands meds and a glass of water.  

“Oi Zash… you are on medicalleave. This is literally the one time where you don’t have to be a hero, and the first thing you decide to do go back to work.” 

Passing over the cup he, continued his scolding: “and then you make Bakugo your teaching assistant… of all the problem children, he is the one you went with?“

There was dry humor in his tone- obviously aware of that fact that he had pulled the exact (if not worse) stunt himself in previous days. 

Yamada accepted the water and painkillers with gratitude, quickly swallowing them down while simultaneously flipping off his spouse with an wry smirk. He then responded more appropriately with emphatic sign:

He’s come so far in our private JSL lessons- I knew he needed a challenge and I had been planning on having him TA even before this happened… Circumstances just escalated the timeline

Aizawa merely shook his head in amusement. Of course he had known the plan- Hizashi had shared it with him while still in the hospital- he just couldn’t resist giving the other man a hard time.

Deciding to let it go for now, the brunette sat down once more- revealing that he had grabbed one more item when on his medicine quest: fresh bandages and tape. 

“I know, and i’m sure he’ll do fine- assuming the power doesn’t go completely to his head… in the meantime, it’s time to change these.“

Yamada nodded, and slowly- gingerly- he pulled off his cardigan, followed by his turtleneck.

Shouta watched and patiently waited- a mix of feeling washing over him as his husband pulled the dark fabric over his head to reveal a heavily bruised torso, chest and neck, all swathed in white. 

Swallowing his heartache at seeing the wounds, the Erasure Hero reached over and took the shirt in hand: folding it neatly and placing it to the side. He then leaned forward and lifted a hand to gently cup the blonds face- mentally preparing to remove and redress his partners injuries.

Yamada shivered at the touch, then looked up to meet the brunettes gaze- green eyes wide and trusting, confident and full of love. It made Shouta’s heart flutter with unbridled wonder and feeling.

 Aizawa hated seeing Hizashi hurt- hated it with every fibre of his being… but at the same time, he felt so lucky and so thankful that he was the one trusted with this. Trusted to tend to blonde’s wounds; to listen to him gripe and bitch about his aches and pains and rough days; to see him loose and soft and without the constant armor of the persona of Present Mic… to see him without any armor at all… including the high necked sweater. 

The vulnerability was a sanctum- the exposure a gift.

And here, in the the sanctuary of their small living room- that gift was more then he could ever dream of. 

He wasn’t too upset but still got her her own chapstick

Them admitting that they like each other

I just think they’re neat

Equal…pt. 1 - BakuKami x Reader

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1355 words

Warnings: self doubt and worth, mild angst, unintentional hurtful comments.

+ Equality is majorly important in relationships. Bakugo and Kaminari always tried to make sure you felt equal even though you joined the relationship later and it makes you love them even more. Sometimes though you can’t help but think otherwise. Unintentionally, they raise the doubts in you. It isn’t until one catastrophic day that everything snowballs and you let those doubts win.

I joined the relationship late. Bakugo and Kaminari were already in a relationship for a while when I joined. Though their relationship was the last thing everyone and even themselves expected, they were a strong couple. Everyone was even more shocked when Kami revealed the news that the 3 of us were together.

So, I was still sometimes feeling like I’m gaining my footing or finding my place in the relationship. I feel like I don’t belong sometimes but the boys always seem to push those doubts away. Well most of those doubts away. I get to see a side to the boys that noone else does. A soft and sweetest Bakugo with the natural goofy Kaminari that isn’t afraid to show when he is feeling down.

“I am starving!” I yelled out as Tsu, Sato, Shoji, and I walked into the dorms.

“Agreed.” Tsu laughed and quickly slipped into the kitchen after changing out of her shoes. I chuckled and put on my slippers. I looked around and searched for my two boys.

“They disappeared a while ago.” Tokoyami said from the couch. I sat on the arm next to him while Shoji sat close on his otherside. “They were in the kitchen before slipping upstairs.”

“Thanks, Yami.” Tsu came back and handed me an orange before plopping on the floor in front of the boys. “Thanks Tsu. I’ll see you guys later.”

“Bye.” I trotted up the stairs and checked Kami’s room first. They weren’t there so I went to Bakugo’s.

I softly knocked but the sound of a movie or something told me they wouldn’t hear. I slipped in and saw a dark room illuminated by Bakugo’s laptop. I walked in but froze when I saw Kami and Bakugo deep in conversation. They were in each other’s arms and speaking softly to each other. It was times like these, where they were so close and soft with one another, did I feel like I was intruding on the relationship. I went to step back out.

“Baby?” I heard Bakugo call a little shocked and confused. I looked at them and smiled. “Shit, I forgot you were going to be back this early.” His statement sent a small ache through me. Were they talking about or doing something they didn’t want me to be a part of. “I would have made more food for all of us.”

“We’re sorry.” Kami apologized. My eyes caught sight of the empty bowls on Baku’s desk. Relief filled me a little.

“Oh that’s okay. I’ll get something a little bit later.”

“Are you sure? I can go make something real quick.” He went to get up but I shook my head.

“Yes I’m sure.” I walked to the bed and Kami quickly snatched me, pulling me down between them. “Eep!”

“Careful Spark plug.” Bakugo growled but wrapped his arms around us nonetheless.

“He he. Sorry!” He snuggled up against me, squishing me between the two.

*Time Skip *

Today had been a long one and I just wanted to lay down to nap. I trudged up the stairs to the front door. I silently made my way in, through the common room, and went to go to my room. I decided at the last second to go to Kami’s room. I didn’t even think to knock so when I walked in, I was met with screaming.

“What?! Hey!” Kami squealed. He quickly covered something up.

“Ever heard of knocking?” Bakugo snapped. I paused and looked at them shocked. I gulped and took a step back at the defensiveness.

“I, I, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize… I’m sorry.” I stuttered. They’re gazes softened as they looked me over. They shared a look and I went to leave. I just grab the door knob when Kami darted forward.

“Wait baby. Don’t go.” Kami gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug. I went stiff before hugging back. “Just let us get this all put away and we can cuddle. I can tell you’re completely worn out.”

“Yeah.” I whispered. I heard Bakugo moving throughout the room as Kami held me. My thoughts were turning back to my doubts. Did they really see me as their equal in the relationship? Did they even really want me? I started to sniffle when Bakugo spoke up.

“Alright dumbasses. Get over here.” Kami guided me over and Bakugo pulled me into his lap and laid us down. I was out in no time flat.

*Another Time Skip*

It was a rare Saturday that Kami and I had gotten Bakugo to actually have a lazy day with us. I was lounging on a bean bag Kami had gotten while he was sprawled out on his bed. Bakugo was at the table complaining under his breath. It caused me to giggle.

“Come on, Blasty! You can’t complain all day.” I teased. He gave me a side eye.

“They’re right, Kacchan.” I got up and sat on Bakugo’s lap. His hands found my waist and I dipped my head to kiss him gently. He leant into me and I felt him loosen up.

“It’s okay to be lazy and take a break every now and again.” I whispered. He groaned and let his head fall back. I laughed out loud. I was surprised I didn’t hear Kami laughing or complaining where his kiss was. I looked over and saw him glued to his phone. “You’ve been glued to your phone for most of the day. What’s got you so distracted?”

“Oh nothing really. Hey Blasty, I need to talk to you real quick.” He got up from the bed.

“What is it, Spark Plug?” He looked at Kami.

“Privately.” Kami urged. A rock settled in my stomach Bakugo nodded and lifted me from his lap. He stood up and Kami came over to kiss me. It was a hungry kiss and I tried to chase him when he pulled away. “We’ll be right back.”

“Okay…” I watched as they left the room.

I stayed there kneeling before plopping down on my side on the floor. I sighed and looked around the room. I got up and poked around his desk. I remembered the thing that they were working on when I walked in the other day and they freaked. I looked at the closet and went to peek. I was just about to see inside when the door slammed shut.

“Hey!” Bakugo snapped. I stumbled back and saw him seething. “Stay out of there! You can’t just go around and poking through Kaminari’s Shit.”

“Bakugo…” Kami looked at him then me. I started trembling at Bakugo’s tone.

“Why can’t you stay out of anything. God, you’re so annoying.” I gasped at his words. I tried to find something to say when Bakugo proceeded to look in the closet. He could go through Kaminari’s things but not me? My fears were starting to plague my mind and I started to cry when I came to a realization. I wasn’t equal…

“Bakugo…” Kami spoke up. He was watching me with somber, panicked eyes.

“What!” He turned and glared at him before following his gaze to me. His face dropped. “Baby…”

“I knew it.” I sniffled, wrapping my arms around my stomach. “I should have known.” Clenching my teeth before I laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at them. “I’m not equal in this relationship. You guys don’t see me the same way you see each other. Damn, I’m so stupid.”

“Baby… no…”

“L/N…”

“I'm…I’m gonna go.” I wiped at my face furiously. “You two can go back to the way you were before I came. Just forget… forget this ever happened.” I darted for the door, running past them.

“No! Wait!” Kami tried to grab me but I was too quick.

“Y/N!” Bakugo exclaimed. He almost sounded desperate but he was probably just relieved. I ran as fast as I could and ran from the building, needing to be away from everyone and everything for awhile. I didn’t get far before I ran into someone. “Umph!”

“Crap.” I was falling back until a black shadow wrapped around me. I looked through my tears and saw Dark Shadow. “Are you alright, L/N?” I looked at Tokoyami and just shook my head.

“No.” I collapsed into his chest and sobbed.

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Shouldn’t You Be With Them?

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MHA Headcanon

Getting upset with the partner after basically being ignored and/or forgotten.

Featuring: Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Kaminari Denki, Todoroki Shoto, Midoriya Izuku, & Shinso Hitoshi

Warnings: Arguments, accusations, feelings against partners, angsty

Iida, Aizawa, Tamaki, Hawks, Dabi, & Shigaraki coming soon.

Bakugo: You know your boyfriend is not used to the ways of relationship but he is not clueless either. He just never really had a reason to think about it Until now.

I was sitting on a couch in the common room holding a pillow in my lap. I had been sitting here for a few hours actually waiting for my MIA Boyfriend. He wasn’t really MIA but he might as well have been. I groaned out loud, throwing my head back.

“What’s up, L/N?” I jumped slightly before turning to see Shoji.

“Oh, just waiting in vain.”

“Again?” He leant against the arm of the couch. I nodded. “Have you tried to talk to him?”

“Never get the moment because I only see him in class or in passing. He’s never there long enough for me to say anything more than hi.” I vented. “Sorry Shoji.”

“It’s alright.” He shrugged. “You have a reason to be upset.”

Yeah.“ I bit my lip and looked at the clock. "Well, it’s getting late. I’m going to head to bed. Night.”

“Goodnight.” I got up and set the pillow aside. I walked to the elevator and went to bed. I went to sleep annoyed.

The next morning I got up and got ready for class, deciding to skip breakfast. I walked out of the elevator while putting in my earphones. I walked through the lobby to go out the door.

“Hey babe!” I heard Bakugo call out to me. “I got some breakfast for you. Come on and eat!” I acted like I didn’t hear him and continued to put on my shoes. “Baby?”

“Aw, Bakugo acting cute.” I heard Kami tease Bakugo.

“Shut up Spark Plug!” He snapped and while he was distracted I darted out the door.

All day I could feel Bakugo giving me strange looks. I would meet his eyes and smile like nothing was wrong and go back to what I was doing. I sat with him like normal at lunch and when he asked why I didn’t respond this morning, I told him I had earphones in.

“Thanks L/N for the help on the homework. I owe you one.” Midoriya said as he packed up his Stuff.

“It’s no problem, Midoriya. Glad to help.” I smiled and finished up what I was writing. He left and I relaxed back into the couch. I felt someone sit down next to me. When they put they’re com cround me, I knew instantly who it was.

“Hey blasty.”

“Ugh. I curse whoever came up with that nickname.” I giggled softly before looking at him. I went to say something but Kiri walked over and they started up a conversation. I heard them talk about a hiking trip and started to get annoyed. I huffed silently and tuned them out. “Babe?”

“Hmm?” I turned back. He had his eyes narrowed at me. I was expecting him to tell me he had to go. I waited and looked at him expectantly.

“What?” He asked in response.

“Oh, nothing.” I said before turning away. I Scooted forward and reached down for my bag to put my school stuff away. I felt him grab my arm gently and pull me back.

“It’s something. You’ve been acting Weird all day.” He says before cupping my cheek. “What’s up?”

“Oh it’s just…” I pause asking myself if I really was going to do this now. “Shouldn’t you be with Kiri? I mean you shouldn’t just drop any PLANS you have with him to spend time with me. It’s not like I’m that important.” I got up and walked away. I heard him stuttering to find words behind me but I was already up the stairs before he could find any.

Kirishima: I walked around, searching for my red headed boyfriend. We haven’t got to spend a lot of time together lately. He had been doing some extra training and had some time with the Bakusquad. I don’t mind but sometimes I wonder if he prefers to not spend time with me.

“Hey Bakugo, have you seen Kiri?” I came up behind the blonde on the couch. He leant his head back and looked at me upside down.

“I think he’s with Spark plug & raccoon eyes.” He said while eying me.

“Oh…” I felt a slight disappointment. The feeling must have shown on my face because he moved and gave me his full attention.

“I only think. They were together earlier.” I sighed, appreciating his try even though he probably doesn’t care.

“They’re always together.” I mumbled before turning away. I felt him grab my hand before letting go.

I walked out to get some air. I heard footsteps following me. I knew it was Bakugo and we walked together. After a minute we heard familiar voices.

“Hey Bakubro, Hey babe!” Kiri called. I looked cuel smiced. “What are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing just getting some air.” I felt a small nudge on my back. I looked at Bakugo and he motioned to the red head. “Was also looking for you to see what you were up too.”

“Oh, Kami, Mina, and I were going to the movies.” A shout from Kami got his attention. I felt the insecure feeling rise in my chest. He really didn’t care to spend time with me anymore. “Gotta go.”

“Shitty hair!” Bakugo yelled but I was already walking away wiping tears away. “L/N!”

I was sitting in a window just staring out when they came back. They were all raving about the movie. Bakugo hadn’t left you alone in the room. I heard him and Kiri talk before footsteps came up to me. I looked and saw Kiri.

“Hey there.” He smiled. I just turned back to the window without a word. “What’s wrong? You’re acting weird.”

“It’s nothing, Kiri.” I waved off. He grabbed my hand.

“Don’t give me that.” He pushed softly. I looked at him. I was about to give into his puppy eyes when I heard Mina call for him. He looked at her and Bakugo snapped at her.

“Shouldn’t you be with them?” His eyes were back on me in a second.

“What?”

“Mina & Kaminari. Shouldn’t you be hanging with them? I mean, they’re more fun then I am so don’t waste your time on me.” I said and got up. I pulled my hand from his grip with some needed force. I walked silently through to and up the stairs, last thing I heard being Bakugo yelling.

Kaminari: I watched as Denki bounced around trying to figure out how to get into Shinso’s good Graces. Ever since the training exercise when he first joined our class, Denk’s has been bound determined to his friend. The purple haired boy was ‘being difficult’ to quote Denki.

“I just can’t figure it out. I’m an amazing guy with a wonderful personality. How could he not want to be friends with me?” I looked over my Switch at him. I pushed down the annoyance. Shinso is all he could talk about anymore.

“You are kind of a pervert sometimes. And hyperactive.” I said with a cheeky smile. He glared at me for a solid minute.

“Well you’re not wrong but I wouldn’t be perverted to him. Even though he is hot.” I shrugged and nodded. He sat down next to me. “Plus you love me this way.”

“Do I?” I teased. He shoved me before going into another brainstorming session. I was about to snuggle up to him when he jumped up.

“Got it!” He yelled and ran from the room without even saying goodbye.

“De-Denki!” I yelled after him. “Hey I thought it was game night…” He was already long gone. I groaned in irritation. I got up and walked down to the common room. Midoriya, Roki, Mineta, and Sero were there. “Have any of you seen my electric ferret tumble through here?”

“Electric ferret?” Todoroki looked at me weird. Sero burst out laughing. Todoroki looked at him confused.

“Kaminari just ran out saying he’s cracked Shinso.” Sero said. My jaw dropped before clamping shut in growing irritation. I saw Sero cringe a little. “Drop a date again?”

“More like ran out on one. Thanks guys.”

“I can keep you company.” I turned to see Mineta before shoving him. I walked to the elevator. As I got in I heard Todoroki.

“Why did they call him an electric ferret though?” I heard them laughing.

“It was a joke, Roki. A nickname of Sorts. Because of his quirk & hyperactivity …”

The next few days could almost prove Denki didn’t exist in my world. My texts were ignored. I could never catch him in person. He was nowhere to be seen at lunch. It would have been as if he never existed if I hadn’t seen him in class. That is until I heard a familiar knock on the door.

“Yes?” I ripped my door open. I was beyond pissed off.

“Heya!” He went to come in but I put my arm across the opening. He looked at me confused. “What’s up, baby?”

“You remembered I exist.” I stated with venom laced in my voice. His eyes widened in shock.

“How could I forget? Baby, what’s got you so uptight?” He flinched at his choice of words immediately after they left his lips. I shook my head, holding my tongue.

“Shouldn’t you be with Shinso? You haven’t been anywhere else as of late.” I snapped before slamming the door in his face.

Todoroki: I watched as Midoriya showed something to Roki. He seemed to be very entranced by whatever it was. I sighed looking back at the paper in my hand. It was tickets to the movie he had been waiting to see.

“Hey, love?” I walked over. He looked up at me and gave me a smile. I waved at Midoriya who returned before going back to his book excitedly.

“What is it, darling?”

“Are you busy this afternoon?” I asked hopefully. He nodded.

“Yeah, Midoriya & I are going to Watch and analyze some training video’s. Try and figure out if We can learn some new Moves.” He said simply.

“Oh, okay.” I hid my disappointment. “So that will be the rest of your afternoon?”

“Yep.” He nodded before looking at his phone. I sighed before looking at Midoriya. He had a sorry look on his face that I just waved off. I kissed Shoto’s cheek. “Alright, have fun and be Safe.”

It has been like this for a while now. I would ask if he wanted to hang out but he would already have plans with Midoriya to study, train, or something else. At first, I was fine with it. I mean he was new to the friends thing and was making up for lost time. Also, he wasn’t used to the concept of a relationship either. Now, I was getting more and more upset. Enough to overshadow the understanding.

“See ya, L/N!” Kiri called as he walked past.

“See ya! Have fun at your moms!” I waved as he went out the door. I went back to my room to grab my bags. As I zipped it up there was a knock on the door.

“Hey love, I was thinking, Oh… Are you going somewhere for the weekend?” I turned and saw Todoroki standing there.

“Yeah. My sister and I are going to a hot spring spa for the weekend.”

“Oh. I didn’t realize you had plans. I was hoping to spend the weekend with you.” He said sadly. I couldn’t hold back tere eye roll and mutter.

“Like you’ve been there to know if I had plans or not.”

“What?” He asked. I sighed heavily before throwing the bag on my shoulder.

“Look, I’m sorry to disappoint you. We’ll have to make up for it another time. But shouldn’t you…” I paused before Snapping at him, completely over it. “Shouldn’t you be with Midoriya? I’m sure there is something you two can do together. I mean you’ve been able to do that for the last month anyway.”

“L/N? I…” Todoroki looked so confused and conflicted, pulling at my heart.

“I’m sorry, Roki. I just … I’ll see you later.”

Midoriya: I was bouncing in place outside the gallery. I looked at everyone who walked past or went in, trying to see the familiar green Curls. I looked down at my phone to see it was close to the start time.

“Where are you?” I said under my breath. After a few more minutes, I decided to text him.

What are you up to? I gently probed through the text. It was only a few seconds before he replied.

Doing some extra training with All Might. You caught me taking a break. I stared at the phone in shock and disbelief. I closed my phone for a moment to compose myself.

I knew he was determined to harness One for All and I was happy he trusted me with this secret but come on. He had promised to be here. I felt tears of anger trying and forced their way out.

Why? What’s up? Another text came through. I was about to snap when my dad came out.

“It’s starting.” I nodded and saw him look around confused. “Where’s Midoriya?”

“Not coming.” I walked past while typing out my last text. Just curious. Thought you had plans.

I was interrupted the next morning by furious knocking on my door. I gave an annoyed sigh and got up to open my dorm door. There stood Midoriya and by the look on his face, he knew.

“Really?!” I snapped before he could say anything. He opened and closed his mouth like a fish, not finding anything to say. “You knew how important…you promised…”

“L/N…I just forgot and… I, I, I.” He looked down at the ground. I looked down and saw him fingering at one of the scars on his hands.

“Look…” He looked up at me. “Shouldn’t you be with All Might? You’re not going to become the world’s greatest hero by spending time with me.” I said solemnly.

“L/N…” He reached out but I closed the door.

Shinso: Ever since Shinso finally moved into the class A dorms, he has Spent every moment he could with me. Enough that it made some of the others gag by how 'Love Sick’ we were. Every now and again though, someone would be able to Pull him away. Mainly Deku or Denki.

“Hmm.” Shinso hummed happily as he snuggled into my chest. I was running fingers through his hair as I read over some study guides on the couch in the common room.

“Hey! Toshi!” I yelped as he nipped at some bare skin. He giggled as I wacked his shoulder. “You little Shit.”

“You love me.” He got comfortable again as I shook my head. It was quiet for a few minutes until a screech of Shinso’s name. We both jumped as a certain blonde came running.

“Shinso!” He tried to slow down but ran into the back of the couch, falling over and landing on top of us.

“Kaminari!” We both yelled.

“Sorry!” He scrambled Up with help from Toshi. He sat up and glared.

“Yes?”

“I need you to come with me.”

“Right now?” Kami nodded enthusiastically. Toshi groaned and looked at me. I giggled at the look in his eyes. “I’m not going to get out of this?” Kami shook his head and grabbed him.

“See you later!” I waved to him as Kami dragged him off.

I had moved to my room some time later and was watching some random movies. It was getting close to 8pm when my door opened. In trudged Toshi, looking more tired than usual. He plopped down next to me and wrapped himself around my waist.

“Well hello there.” I laughed, running my hand over his back. He mumbled something into my side. “Shouldn’t you be with Kaminari?” I jested.

“Dear god, no!” He sat up. “He just wanted my opinion on this person he likes.”

“And that took nearly four, no, five hours?”

“He also wanted some advice on what to do. But no it didn’t. Midoriya caught me after and he wanted to train a bit.” I nodded. I leant down and kissed his head.

“So, shouldn’t you be with Deku?” He glared. He ripped the pillow from under my head and walloped me. “Toshi! Sorry, sorry!” He threw the pillow away and laid down.

“You know I’d rather be with you.” He nosed my temple as he pulled me into his chest.

“I know and I don’t mind one bit.”

Tag List: @spicy-therapist-mom@dxnaii-rxse@iris-shihabi@charliesdaze

Kaminari: *microwaving his popcorn a second time*

Bakugou: Oi, why the hell are you microwaving it again?

Kaminari: I, uh, like, over salted it, and I thought the heat might neutralize that?

Bakugou: …

Bakugou: HEY DIPSHIT—

A little BkDk Snapshot:

Katsuki felt it all slip away: glory, pride, honor, indignation, the need to proveso damn much— there was just Izuku. Just the smallness of two people in a world of billions, under an infinite cosmos. And he was lucky for it… for how unlikely it was that they ever met, let alone—

“Hey, are you okay Kacchan?”

He turned his head away, the arm around Izuku tightening. “Yeah, fine.” Wiped his eyes.

“But it looked like—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, I’ll kill you.”

A soft laugh. “Okay! Okay, I guess I was mistaken.”

“Damn right.”

Soft curls tickled his chin. “Because you’d tell me, if—”

"WHAT DID I JUST SAY!” Katsuki shifted so that he could half-tackle Izuku to the ground.

“Ah! Kacchan! C'mon, it’s my job as your boyfriend to pay attention to you, and to—” The flashing of the fireworks lit up his smile, his bright eyes. Katsuki leaned down closer. “But if I so much as fucking mentionthat I’m crying because I love you, you’llstart crying,” he growled.

“… no,” Izuku replied, already tearing up.

Okay so DekuKiri where they got together bc they both love Bakugou so much (they started a fan club or something, lol, and started hanging out a lot)

but THEN Baku now hanging out more with Denki instead (he feels left out) and is all pouty all the time about it.

And then eventually Denki is like “yeah, yeah thanks for always reminding me I’m like third choice here, bro…”

Which opens up Bakugou’s eyes to how unfair he’s been to his friend, that he didn’t appreciate him, and so it’s also! BakuKami.

Anyways, working on a fantasy AU idea where it’s Bakugou and he’s the King of Dragons, etc, etc, but one of his dragon’s elemental gems is stolen, so he has to travel to get it back, and, well, plot elements aside, the MAIN thing about this AU is:

Bakugou is trapped in a harem anime where everyone around him is either a beautiful woman, or a creature that turns into a beautiful woman and this is PISSING him off (as he tries to complete a Very Serious mission). Some examples:

• He was so incredibly preoccupied by being pissed that it wasn’t until he’d laid her down on his bed— the first place he’d thought of that was both comfortable and isolated— that he noticed she was pretty. Very pretty. I guess it makes sense, she’s a beautiful dragon. Still. It was kind of odd seeing someone he was used to as a giant lizard lay in his bed as a… pretty woman. It’s not how hewould have thoughtshe’d look as a human, anyways. She wasn’t as scary as she was as a dragon, even with the darkness and the horns and the little scales.
• And then there was a hissing sound, crackling like that of a fire, and Kirishima— began to transform in a blazing pillar of smoke and flame. Katsuki had to take several steps back from the heat. By the time he could see again, he was faced with a woman at least five inches taller than him. She had bright red eyes, curling horns of deep red, a mane of hair that began as her scales like smoke and then faded into blazing red and orange. And she— she was— Katsuki grit his teeth. She’s completely naked. “What the fuck?” he demanded, not sure where to look, already taking off his cape. “What'dya mean?” She had a voice like Shinso’s, low and husky, but her’s rang foward with a confidence that Shinso’s, even if she were healthy, he was sure, did not. “I mean— fuck, Red, I knowyou can have clothes on, so why in the ever-living hell—” "I don’t like clothes. I haven’t been human more than like twice, and I neverwear clothes as a dragon! Seems to me like you’re the one being weird.” Despite that, she took his offered cloak and… draped it around her shoulders covering nothing. “KIRSHIMA COVER YOUR FUCKING TITS.”
• Lightning from a clear blue sky transformed his smallest dragon. At least shehad the common sense to be wearing a fucking outfit. But, for whatever reason, her eyes and hair an electric yellow and her horns towering over her head, she was also extremelycute.Why is this happening? What’s the point of… “Thank you for wearing something. Fuck. Why do you two idiots *look* like this? Don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter.”
• “If you turn into. A hot woman. I’ll kill you.” Bakuguo growled. “I won’t!” the little bunny squeaked. “It’s not like that!” And then, in a puff of glittery (glittery, what in the hell) smoke, this absolutely fucking adorable woman was standing before him. She had these huge, cute eyes that sparkled; she had soft curly hair; her outfit had a boob window in the shape of a heart and it wasn’t like she had small boobs. Katsuki felt his eye twitch uncontrollably— above all. She still had. The bunny ears. And. The. Tail. “WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU!” he roared. To which, instead of flintching, she blushed and shifted demurely side to side, saying, “oh? You— you think I’m hot?”

y'all: deku is your favorite punching bag

me as i post this snippet ive been sitting on for five days: i have no idea what you’re talking about

————–

“Don’tfucking fall asleep,” Bakugou growls, and Izuku winces at the feeling of fingernails digging painfully into his skin. “I swear to god if I have to—”

“Kacchan, t-that hurts.”

Bakugou flinches like he’s been struck, and the pricks of pain ease. In the dim half-light, he can see the uneasy look on Bakugou’s face. “Yeah, well tough. It’s keeping you awake, so fucking deal with it.”

Is it just him, or is there something incongruous between Bakugou’s words and actions? Izuku’s lips tug in a frown as he churns over this new revelation. “But you—”

“Talk about something,” Bakugou interrupts gruffly. “Just— I dunno, whatever. Shit, it’s like the only thing you’re sort of good at anyway.”

Which is blatantly untrue, Izuku thinks with a flash of annoyance. He’s good at being a hero— he has to be good at being a hero, or else all the effort he’s put into this will be wasted, and he’s not about to let All Might down like that. That Bakugou is sitting here, unharmed instead of crushed between two layers of rock— while Izuku lays slowly bleeding at his feet— is all the evidence he needs.

Izuku licks his lips. They’re starting to go numb, and it makes forming words difficult. His tongue fumbles when he goes to speak; slurring the words together. “Like— like what?”

“I don’t care,” Bakugou says shortly. “One of your stupid battle analyses, for all I give a crap.”

“You— you’ve n-never been interested before—” Izuku starts, but Bakugou’s dark look silences him before he can finish the thought.

“You think I’m actually interested now? I don’t give a shit about your shitty notes or whatever, I just need you to keep talking so you don’t fall asleep and die.”

Izuku gulps, and a muscle spasms in his leg; he chokes back the strangled sound that threatens to rise up, hoping Bakugou won’t notice the tears forming in his eyes.

From the hot glare Bakugou shoots him, he’s not that lucky.

“R-right.” Izuku licks his lips again, casting his gazes at the flickering shadows on the wall. Anything to avoid the almost accusing look on Bakugou’s face. “Um, w-well, there was that battle between Kamui Woods and the villain with a monster quirk, and it gave me s-some ideas for if we ever went up against that—”

Izuku runs through dozens of simulations, letting his mind slide seamlessly into the dissection of each potential battle, analyzing the different Quirks and challenges associated with countering them, throwing in references to his own classmates just for the hell of it. Bakugou doesn’t comment beyond a few grunts that are probably supposed to be encouraging, but Izuku isn’t bothered. It’s easy to keep going once he gets started, and since Bakugou isn’t cutting him off with half-snarled insults or an explosive palm to the face, Izuku can carry on uninterrupted.

He talks until his throat’s dry and his lips are chapped, and its only when he finally pauses to swallow that he notices just how tired he is. The words peter off into silence, and if Izuku wasn’t already being propped up by Bakugou, he’d have sunk to the ground a long time ago.

Maybe it’s the unique combination of blood loss and running obsessively through battle simulations, but Izuku’s mind reels back to the slime villain encounter six months before UA’s entrance exam. Izuku knows this heavy exhaustion that weighs his limbs. He’s felt it before.

It strikes him with raw bluntness: he’s dying. He actually might die today.

Izuku’s breath hitches, and he has to close his eyes against the sharp ache blooming in his chest.

“Hey—” Bakugou’s voice is sharp. “Don’t fuckin'— hey, stay awake, idiot.”

“’M fine,” Izuku mumbles past trembling lips. He’s not sure who he’s trying to convince.

“Open your damn eyes, Deku.”

Izuku opens his eyes. Water leaks from them, and he clenches his teeth past the chattering that racks his jaw. He’s so cold. Where iseverybody?

“Probably figuring out a way to get us out of here without bringing the rest of the place down,” Bakugou replies without his usual harshness, which is jarring enough to distract Izuku from the fact that he apparently said that out loud.

Izuku stares at him. What little he can see of Bakugou’s face is pinched together, forming a deep crease between his eyebrows. It’s different from the patented Bakugou Scowl™ in that it isn’t directed at him, but at the tiny vent in the rock letting in their wavering source of light and oxygen; it’s less hostile and more considering, more—

Izuku sucks in a breath. Bakugou’s worried.

We need to feminize Bakugou more actually /hj

Keep his personality and literally everything about him the same except he now wears skirts and crop tops (aka more “feminine” clothes). Also he should have hair clips when he’s cleaning or cooking or just chilling and his nails should be painted black, red, orange, or green

I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them

— i like u

friends with benefits seemed easy enough—until one of you started to catch feelings, and you knew it wasn’t him.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: fluff, mild angst, some adult content but it doesn’t really go there. the characters are all grown up for this by the way!

warnings: none! just some mentions of smut like i said but its p fine

inspired by the niki song of the same title. i suggest u listen so u can ~feel~ it a bit better !!

YES I AM ALIVE casually disappeared for like a year to focus on academics and applications and stuff but it’s almost christmas break and hey i missed writing so why not ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) anyw i hope u guys r doing fine and to those who were waiting for me to post something… anything… i’m sorry it took a year here’s an honorary cookie for ur wait ily

HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE MWAH

This was where you found yourself every Friday night.

Him atop you as he stole kisses in between ragged breaths. Steady hands securing your hips in place, digging into white duvet, moaning each other’s name like a mantra that slipped out of your tongue with every thrust of pleasure you received. He was always so strong, so determined, that your highs were always quick to come once the two of you got onto it.

And you’d wake up, Tokyo morning sun radiating like rays dancing on the white cloth, waking you out of your dazed trance. Intertwined between sheets, his worn-out t-shirt on you as he laid there by your side shirtless, staring down at his best friend he brought to heaven the night before. Whenever he felt like everything was going to hell, he’d call you, the first number on his contact list—the only person who had seen him through his short-fused explosive phase to the number two hero he was now. His crimson red eyes were always the first thing to greet you on those fateful Saturday mornings, but they were no match with the content smile on his face that he showed no one else but, well, you.

Bakugou Katsuki was a gentleman. As hard as it was to believe, especially for those who were around during high school, it consistently rang true. Like in these mornings as he asked you to stay and made you breakfast in his exquisite high-ceilinged apartment. He always wanted to hear your thoughts about his cooking, on what he could improve, and if ever you were staying over again, what you’d want next (but you already knew the answer to that).

One thing about Katsuki was he never got tired of listening to your drabbling about work. Right now, it was about that stupid sidekick that has been hitting on you for weeks now, despite you blocking them with a clear dragged out no every time. He would chuckle at your little gestures, carefully observing every detail his best friend had, and thought about how he was the lucky man to run his hands through them every week.

He had told you before to move to his agency. Though these little rants of yours were nothing short of entertaining, Katsuki was well-aware that in between those tales lies a bitter truth that you were not well within his reach, and he couldn’t protect you if another pervert tried to touch you again. And you always told him you wanted to—needed to, even, but your boss kept shrugging off your now-piles of resignation papers down the shredder. You were a big asset, after all—a UA graduate, top of your class, a pretty strong quirk, and an excellent internship rating. But Bakugou knew they only saw you for your credentials, not at all as a human who was protecting other humans,and made a mental note to blast your boss’s face sometime he’s free within this week. He reasoned to himself: it was only make him aware of what he was going to be dealing with if he keeps on treating you any less of the hero you are.

It was those little things about your best friend that had you lying awake at night, legs still sore from the action just a few days prior. You had been trying to sleep for the last hour, staring up at the ceiling, basically memorizing its patterns. You wanted to be frustrated with yourself—angry that you thought he could even look at you in thatway.

You see, when two people have cramped-up schedules, half a decade of youth still left to live, and raging hormonal impulses—they resort to a little arrangement called friends with benefits. In short, they do stuff couples do: kiss, make out, stay over, call each other and ask them about their day, take care of the one who’s sick from overpatrolling, but most of all, meet each other at a certain time, a certain place to make love.There was no commitment, no red strings, no feelings involved, just two people trying to satisfy their needs through someone else’s. That’s what you told yourself every night.

Until that time he sent you a bouquet of tulips to your office and the blood on your cheeks told you otherwise.

“Katsuki,” you whispered through the phone, voice rough from the bloodrush. “What in the world is this?”

“A gift?” he replied, so casually that it was driving you insane. “I thought you’d like it.”

“I do, but,” you sucked in a breath, looking at the florist holding out a contract for you to sign. “Did you really have to do this at my office?”

“You overwork yourself hard enough,” he nagged, hearing him adjust something on the other end of the phone. Katsuki shouted something to the person calling out at him, then returned to you. “Listen, I’m on patrol right now, but take those. I already paid for them. And don’t feel obligated to come to my apartment later tonight because of that. I just don’t want to be a shitty best friend, that’s all.”

The flowers laid in a vase on your desk, causing your co-heroes to gawk at the stunning arrangement of black and orange tulips adorning your otherwise plain workspace. You weren’t big on decorations, after all, since you were a hero and didn’t stay there often. The flowers finally gave your desk some much needed color.

And it pissed you off. It pissed you off how he said it so casually, how he managed to make your heartbeat not too far from a hummingbird’s, and how he took time out of his day, his most beloved hero job, to get you a gift.

But what pissed you off the most was the fact that all of the grandeur was because he thought of you as his best friend who needed relief.

You mentally slapped yourself. You were being distracted. You were not falling for Katsuki, you just liked how he felt inside you, how perfect he fit into you, and the rest of those feelings for him were platonic.

But why did he have to rummage through your thoughts every single night?

“Do you ever get tired?” you blurted out.

He poured the freshly-brewed coffee into two mugs, adding milk on yours just the way you liked it. “Doing what?”

“Running through my mind every night.”

Your hands flew to your mouth as soon as the words came out, cheeks starting to redden from embarrassment. You were not supposed to say that. Right then and there, you wished for anything that could get you out of there—maybe even a dang UFO—so it could spare you from the shame about to come.

But Katsuki turned around, two mugs in hand, putting them on the counter behind you to look you straight in the eye. His calloused hands, shaped by years of explosions, made it to your heated face, not really helping with the fluster you were feeling at that moment. He carefully pulled your fingers away, setting them on your lap to hold your chin tenderly.

“Only if you tell me why you made me fall for my own best friend.”

And then you woke up.

Feeling slightly frustrated for whatever reason, you threw your pillow to the wall, running a hand through your hair and catching shaky breaths.

Great, he made it into to your dreams, too.

Your stare buried into the duvet covering your lower body. You ran a hand through your face, planning on getting up to get a cup of water and watch Netflix instead. Because dreaming of him again would not help with your current predicament.

This is all your fault, Bakugou Katsuki.

“Oi, what’s your problem?”

And you forgot that you were sleeping over at his place that night.

His voice was low and gravelly as he turned around to look at your side of the bed. You averted your gaze, wanting to shrug it off.

“Nothing.” You raised your chin up. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” he simply responded, getting up to his knees to sit next to you. “Bad dream?”

You tried not to look at his chiseled chest just there for your gazing glory, and the sweatpants that you swore were about to fall off with how loose they were around his waist. He was so oblivious to the thoughts running around your head it was insane. Why did he have to be shirtless at this time?

“No.” You wanted to be adamant. “I told you, I’m fine.”

“Waking up at 3AM practically having an asthma attack isn’t fine, (Y/N).” Katsuki crossed his arms, looking at the side of your face. “You’re choosing the wrong person to lie to.”

Your hands flew up in defeat. “Fine, then I’m not fine. How could I ever lie to you, huh?”

“Damn right you know. You’ve been my annoying best friend for two decades. I practically have you memorized, whether I like it or not.”

There it was again. That damned best friend title. The situation was starting to become tolerable, but that label just had to come up, right? You felt your chest tighten, knowing well what you were about to say next.

“I think we should stop this,” you said, finally meeting up to look at him.

The blonde let out a guttural chuckle until his eyes met yours, seeing no hint of mischief behind the irises he knew too well.

“But… why?” was all he managed to stutter.

Of course, a half-ass excuse would be better than to tell him hey, I’ve been constantly thinking of you quite unhealthily for the past two months now, and if I don’t pry myself away from you in the next three minutes I might just ruin our friendship.

To be continued…

so… ik i’ve already said that nothing i’ve been posting has been showing up in the tags lately but this doesn’t make sense anymore @staff where did i go wrong my dudes </3

anyway, in case some of u guys missed it, i posted something new ((a new kacchan imagine yeet)) on the blog!! it would be great if u guys read it because it hasn’t really been showing up anywhere and :<<<

thank u all <33

— hot chocolate

tokyo was cold and you needed warmth.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: fluff and domestic! bakugou :D basically he’s just a huge ball of husband material here. a bit short too!!

warnings:none!

Katsuki was awfully hard-headed. And that meant that misunderstandings were a staple in the Bakugou household.

The snow was starting to fall outside, landing softly on your window pane. December was nearby, and that meant that more chilly mornings would be coming your way. Not that you minded, though. You found it fascinating how snowflakes would carefully adorn the zen architecture your husband insisted on having while your house was being built. Plus, you were pretty used to ice from years of you and your husband working with Todoroki Shoto, the frostiest hero of all.

But today seemed like an entirely different story.

You shivered, rolling over in your bed to gather up more of the shared comforter. It warmed you for a few minutes, but as your body adjusted to the temperature, your teeth started to chatter—and the thin nightgown you had on wasn’t of any help at all. Annoyed by your conundrum, you threw the comforter down, storming out of your room when a voice called out.

“What is your problem, woman?” Katsuki asked in his gruff morning voice. You really couldn’t imagine it getting any deeper, but here you were. “What the fuck are you so loud for at 7AM?”

“It’s cold,” you answered bluntly. He scratched his eyes, yawning and barely gazing at you through hooded lids, obviously still wanting rest. You took one look at his arms when an idea suddenly popped into your head. “And I need to find warmth.”

He stared at you for a few seconds before turning to his side of the bed. “Go get yourself some coffee, then.”

“The entire comforter was on your side,” you reasoned, hoping to buy him some time to catch on to your deal. “I was shivering.”

“I’ll get you another one later,” he replied, voice muffled through sheets.

Your husband fell asleep then and there, leaving you alone with your request indirectly denied. Sighing, you reached for the doorknob and made your way to the apartment kitchen, feeing chills mix with the feeling of unresolved frustration within you. It’s not like you couldn’t live without Bakugou’s warmth, anyway. Why were you so pent up about it?

You ended up not making yourself coffee, not wanting to follow anything he told you. Instead, you plopped on the sofa, turning the TV on to whatever morning drama it was showing and resting on the slightly warmer couch.

You could feel yourself shivering again, but your pride was so worked up, you didn’t really know what to do at that point. As you were about to change your mind and maybe tell your husband directly, he came into the living room, as if on cue.

“You look like you’re five seconds away from fainting,” he commented, making you roll your eyes.

“Geez, thanks. As if I didn’t know.”

Katsuki still didn’t catch on to your bad mood, grabbing the remote and turning it to his morning news channel. As he watched, flicked his gaze at you multiple times, slowly feeling the abnormality of your silence this early in the morning.

At this time, you would usually be making puppy eyes at him, asking him to make his “award-winning amazing spectacular hot chocolate recipe” for you. He would tell you to make it yourself as he went into the kitchen, and came back five minutes later with two mugs in hand, yours with marshmallows, just the way you liked it.

“Oi, are you okay?” he finally asked, concern evidently laced in his tone. You groaned and avoided his gaze, looking anywhere but within his direction.

“Why are you so unusually quiet today?” insisted Katsuki, scooting closer to you. Not knowing exactly why you wanted to drag it out, you moved farther away from him, not that there was any space left on the couch. “Oi.”

“It’s nothing,” you murmured, putting your head on your raised legs, resting on your knees. “Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Katsuki quickly sat next to you, leaving no space in between your bodies, feeling yourself tense up at the sudden contact. “Now tell me why you’re acting so shitty today because I’m trying to be a good husband here.”

You found yourself holding back a smile, hearing those words from your ever-stubborn Katsuki. You weren’t planning on losing this, though. “I told you I was cold.”

He tilted his head. “Yeah, and I told you I was going to buy you a comforter.”

“That’s not it,” you dragged out with a groan. “Nevermind. You won’t get it anyway.”

“Oh, you really think so?”

“Iknow so,” you taunted, planning to walk away from the awkward position. Just as you were about to, he gently pulled you down your waist, landing on his lap and into his arms. Your eyes widened at your husband, who seemed frustrated as hell.

“If you won’t tell me,” Katsuki said, putting his fingers on your stomach. “Then maybe your gag reflex will.”

“Wait, what—“ But before you could finish, his hands started moving, tickling you like a child. You couldn’t hold back your laughter from both the situation and the stimulation, so you became a laughing mess coming undone in your husband’s lap. “S-Stop!” you whined through a fit of laughter. Your lungs were quick to gasp for air, only to be interrupted by giggling.

He was clearly enjoying this, showing no sign of stopping. As you felt your body practically begging for it to halt, you pulled his calloused hand away from you, heavy breathing taking over your system as he obeyed.

“Now will you tell me?” he pleaded, his eyes showing something other than his usual annoyance. Your husband genuinely wanted to fix whatever it was that was bugging you, even if that meant having to lower his damn pride. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this. “Please?”

Deciding to be forgiving, you sighed. “I just wanted you to cuddle me. I told you I was cold, Katsuki.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. “You could have just told me?”

“I didn’t want to seem clingy.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment at your confession. Your gaze shifted to the back of the couch as you still laid in his embrace, his arms wrapped securely around your frame. He chuckled, putting his knuckles in your hair and ruffling lightly.

“Dumbass, I don’t care if you’re the clingiest person in the universe. I’m not the best at catching these cues, so if you want anything from me, please do say. I promised I’d give you the world, right?” Katsuki put his hand under your chin, making you look directly at him. Your heart melted at his proclamation, and you couldn’t deny yourself the feeling of his warmth any longer.

Your arms wrapped around him instantly, nuzzling into his embrace. His arms pulled you closer, his lips landing on the side of your forehead to kiss you. “I love you, (Y/N). But next time, don’t be a brat.”

You lightly slapped his arm, giggling at his remark. “I’m not a brat,” you weakly replied, not really in the mood to argue anymore.

“Hell yeah, you are.” Katsuki pulled you away lightly to leave another light kiss on your lips, hovering there for a few seconds after. “But you’re mybrat.”

“You’re so corny.” You broke free of his embrace, standing up to pull him along with you. “Now, Mister Master of the House, you are obliged to make your brat a cup of your award-winning amazing spectacular hot chocolate to make up for your actions, or lack thereof.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Katsuki teased, coming with you, but not without pulling you next to him one last time.

“Let me goooo,” you dragged out, wanting to play brat again. He chuckled and landed a big sloppy kiss on your cheek before carrying you full-on bridal style into the kitchen. “Katsuki, what the fu—”

He set you down on the counter, pulling out ingredients and preparing the stove. “Just so I know you won’t misbehave again, brat.”

“You got me,” was all you said as he made you your requested cup of chocolate, making up for the warmth he failed to give you earlier that day. But it didn’t really matter anymore, though, as long as you had his rather explosive heat to keep you warm in the freezing Tokyo weather.

note: i literally made this because it was freezing cold this morning

— taking me back

everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes

forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!

warnings: some strong language, very mildangst

A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”

“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.

“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”

His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”

“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.

“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”

“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.

Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.

It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.

You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.

However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.

It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.

So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.

And you missed him, too, deeply.

“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.

“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.

A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.

“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.

“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.

“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”

“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.

His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.

You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.

Or would he?

You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.

You sighed in defeat.

“What?”

“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.

“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.

“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”

He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”

Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.

“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”

Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.

None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.

“What if I don’t want to move on?”

He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”

It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.

You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.

You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.

But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.

Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.

“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”

You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.

For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.

But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.

“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”

Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”

Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.

“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”

“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”

In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.

“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.

“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”

He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.

note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all

—apology

“the word ‘chill’ does not exist in kacchan’s vocabulary.” —izuku midoriya

pairing:bakugou katsuki x reader

content:fluff!

warnings: (some) strong language

Bakugou always went hard on training sessions. No matter who it was in front of him, they better be ready to fight if they didn’t want to be blasted into the thermosphere. To him, it was second nature—if he couldn’t give it his all, he couldn’t be the number one hero. Due to this unfaltering determination, Recovery Girl was on standby everytime Class 1-A trained. Almost all of his past opponents needed to heal from an injury or burn mark somewhere—and you, his girlfriend of a year, were noexception.

After a strong blow to your right leg left you limping, Yaomomo assisting you as you made your way to the clinic, Bakugou could only stare in disbelief and shock. He impulsively ran after you, but Ochaco and Jirou blocked his path, giving him death glares that practically screamed, “you fucked up.” The worst part is, it was no accident.

Of course, you always tried your best to understand your boyfriend’s rather violent demeanor. It was definitely worse when it came to combat, but the pain in your leg was too unbearable to let you think straight—and everyone in the class saw that. You were sent home early to the dorms with your leg under a thick layer of bandages, a care package from Yaomomo and the girls, and a small “sorry” note from Kirishima, which you had no idea was for.

So there you laid—in whatever oversized shirt you pulled from your drawer, loose shorts, and a single sock on your uninjured leg. Recovery Girl told you you were fairly lucky to walk away with just a rather big scratch and a torn ligament, which she managed to heal. It wasn’t your fault, after all. You were sure Bakugou received an earful from the old lady for doing such thing to a poor girl—moreover, his own girlfriend.

You weren’t exactly mad at Bakugou, but you definitely weren’t pleased, either. He didn’t visit you in the clinic, nor even text and ask how you were doing. Nada. Your tsundere of a boyfriend was surely rock-hard when it came to lowering his pride, but you thought he’d at least show a bit of care. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt though, that maybe he was just in shock at what happened. He accidentally hurt you, after all—something he never wanted to do to you, and you knew that very well. Wanting to get everything off your mind, you threw the covers on and tried to drift off to sleep.

You wanted to call him and ask for an explanation. Limp to the elevator and wait for him in the lobby to hear it as soon as he came home. But it seemed too petty, and your leg was too fucking painful to walk. Moving it around in your bed had a tolerable amount of pain, so that solidified your decision of staying in. Plus, you were independent, you could survive the healing phase on your own, angry explosive boyfriend or none.

Thirty minutes passed and you found yourself dumbstruck at the wall. Sleep has long abandoned you, not even visiting you once that afternoon. You picked up your phone, looking for a game to distract yourself with and hopefully fall asleep to. You decided on Subway Surfers, playing a few rounds, when you felt your eyelids get heavy. Finally, you drifted off to rest, but you were interrupted by someone opening your door without a warning.

“Oi,” Bakugou called. Your boyfriend was wearing a grey pullover over black knee shorts, and the same Fire Princess socks you got him for Christmas. His tone was soft as he passed the door, rough voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”

You were about to answer with a sarcastic retort when a cough lodged in your throat. “What do you think?” you asked rather silently.

You didn’t look at him. Bakugou groaned and sat on the edge of your bed.

“I…” he started. You lightly craned your head to his direction, waiting for the apology you were sure was coming. “I… think your bandages need to be replaced.”

You rolled your eyes. They were dirty from walking around your room without a slipper, not to mention the grass that stuck to it from when you almost fell flat on your face outside. “Tell me about it.”

Katsuki suddenly placed your leg on his thighs, carefully peeling off the wrap. Your eyes widened, jumping up to stop the ash blonde. “Do you have any idea how to do that?”

“Shut up, the old woman taught me how to,” he reassured. Once the last inch of cloth was removed, Bakugou stood up and went to the mini first aid kit he conveniently brought with him.

He sat back down, being extra gentle with your leg. You crossed your arms, sitting up and watching his large hands sanitize your tender joint.

“I’m still mad at you, by the way,” you grumbled.

“I know,” Bakugou retorted, pulling you closer by your waist to get a better grip. His gaze was completely set on the task at hand, not wanting to make your injury any worse. You pulled your leg away stubbornly, his hand moving quickly to take it back. This went on for multiple times, making his face contort into one of annoyance. “Hey, I know you’re fuckin’ angry, but stop being a brat. You’re leg’s gonna break off if you keep doing that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “I wasn’t the idiot who blasted my fuckin’ leg.”

Bakugou seemed to not care at all at your insult as he massaged your leg. He was in the middle of your knee when he mumbled something under his breath, making you ask, “What did you say?”

“I said, I’m fuckin’ sorry, dumbass.” He looked up to meet your gaze for the first time in that visit. “I really went overboard with you.”

You pouted. “You know I’m okay with your anger issues, but please, if you want to see me alive by our marriage date, don’t go blasting me off places.”

Katsuki blushed at the thought of a wedding with you, but was quick to shake it off. “Yeah, whatever. I’m sorry.”

You could tell it was taking a lot of his pride to apologize as it was all genuine. “You owe me a bowl of ramen for that.”

He stopped wrapping the bandage and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I owe you more than that, dork. But next time you’re going to pretend to be mad at me, don’t wear one of my shirts while you’re at it.”

You quickly looked down at the black skull shirt loosely hung around your frame, making you internally swear. “It was just the first thing in my closet, asshole.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk adorning his sharp features as he finished the job with a stable wrap of medical tape.

“If you move too much, I’m going to tape you to the bed.”

“How dare you use your kinks on me when I’m sick?” you asked with a feigned offense. He chuckled.

“Between the two of us, I think you’re the kinkier one here,” the blonde shot back. “Remember when—“

“No, I do not!” you screamed, hurriedly tackling your boyfriend down to shut him up. His arms moved like reflex to steady your broken leg before it fell down the bed.

“Be careful, dumbass!” Bakugou laid down beside you, adjusting your position to where it would be comfortable for you. “I told you once, and I’m not going to say it again.”

“Are you threatening me with medical tape, Kacchan?” you taunted. He cringed at the nickname only his green-haired nerd of a childhood friend called him.

“Stop that,” he ordered, burying his head on the crook of your shoulder. “You look really hot wearing my stuff.”

You thanked the Heavens for not letting him see your lovestruck reaction, or else he wouldn’t have let it slide. This caught you in a lack of words, to which he happily filled.

“I’m going to have to control my style if I don’t want to lose my girlfriend,” Bakugou said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to back down on you, either. I have my own battles to prove too, you know,” you replied with a content smile, playing with the spikes of his hair. He smelled vaguely of caramel.

“Whatever.” It was silent for a few minutes, when he started speaking again. “Can you manage to shower?”

That aspect of being injured never slipped into your mind yet, and the thought of possibly slipping in the bathroom and bumping your head was terrifying. Shit.Bakugou must have sensed your worry, though, as another smirk grew on his face.

“You need help?” your explosive boyfriend teased. “I think I can sleep here tonight, it’s a Friday after all.”

“You pervert!” you exclaimed, lightly patting his head, making him giggle. “Just say you want to fuck me and go.”

He looked at you with a deadpan look on his face, arms still tightly wrapped around your torso. “Oi, you may look ridiculously enticing with my shirt on, but your health comes first. You are not getting any action until your leg heals completely.”

You pouted again. “What a bummer.”

“Who’s the pervert now?” he inquired, switching your positions a bit so now you were below his head.

“I hate you,” you retorted, not meaning any second of it.

“You love me.”

“Shut up.”

“I love you too, dumbass. I’m sorry for nearly killing your leg.” Bakugou ran a hand through your hair, neatly massaging it as the other turned off the nightlight. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bowl of ramen to prepare and a whiny girlfriend to feed.”

You didn’t respond as you fell asleep smug on his toned chest, having the best rest you’ve felt in years.

note: henlo this was just pure ✨Fluffy Brain Rot✨ so i hope u guys enjoyed it :D