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.
you come home drunk and katsuki has to take care of the aftermath.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: fluff! kinda short but who doesn’t love teddy bear katsuki :>
warnings: implications of alcoholism
“Oi, don’t move too much,” Katsuki groans. Your right arm is slung over his broad shoulder for support, the other holding onto your shared apartment’s door for dear life. Your legs are wobbly and you feel like you’re about to fall when he catches you by your waist, hoisting you up and resorting to lifting you instead.
He lays you down on your side of the bed gently, taking off your high heels and unzipping the tight wine red dress you had on.
Ochaco had invited you for a bachelorette party, and you made sure to free up your schedule for your friend’s once-in-a-lifetime event. Unfortunately, an all-girls party meant that Katsuki wasn’t allowed to come. It’s not that he wanted to, anyway. The only reason he would do so much as to consider it was to watch over your alcohol consumption. You were a lightweight and always went past your limits, which he constantly reminded you that it was not what Plus Ultrameant.
“I have a boyfriend, go away,” you slur, patting your hand across his face and pushing him away. He lightly takes it off and places it on your side, a tinge of red starting to adorn his heating cheeks.
“I’m your boyfriend, dumbass,” he whispers. His hands make quick work of the dress and you’re laid there half-naked, which Katsuki minded to not take glances of. It was wrong to stare when you were drunk and he had work to do with you. “Stay there.”
“You look funny,” you giggle, your hands flying to your mouth. “You look like… a fluffy pomeranian.”
Katsuki makes his way to the kitchen, adding water to the electric kettle and leaving it on to boil. He then goes to the bathroom inside your bedroom, pulling out what looked like the make-up remover you used everytime you started your skin care routine. Your routine was fairly simple, at least enough for Katsuki to catch on to as he watched you do it every night.
“Katsuki,” you whine, pulling the covers over you. A light breeze had made it through the wide area of the room, resulting in a chill on your half-naked glory. “I’m cold.”
“Wait a minute, woman,” he replies. The explosive blonde sits beside you, just hovering enough to carefully hold your jaw in his hand. He takes a cotton ball and starts to gently rub across, trying not to miss a spot, or else you’d throw a fit in the morning over a breakout and he would have to deal with it.
At least that’s what he told himself—deep inside, he knew it was because he cared for you and your skin, which you always seamlessly took care of. But he’d never say that out loud in the name of his image and dignity.
Your boyfriend finishes with practically nothing left on your face, just in time as the kettle turned off. He disappears into the kitchen and comes back with a cup of your favorite tea, setting it on the bedside table before making his way to the bathroom. His hand turned the faucet, eyes landing on the different bottles on the shelf.
Your bathroom had a lot of bottles, and only 2 of those were Katsuki’s. The other 6 were yours—conditioner, bottles of different-smelling body wash, and of course, shampoo. There were times he’d ask you why you needed that many, when even just one could do the trick. You had to explain to him that it didn’t work that way, at least not like him who picked up whatever smelled good on the shelf and dumped it into the grocery cart. He found himself complaining less though, as even just the scent of you would calm him down on nights his nerves were getting the best of him. You just had that effect on him, and he was more than satisfied to accept it.
“Water’s ready,” he announces, holding your hand and lifting you up. You follow his guide, but not without some few slip-ups here and there, his hands quick to steady you again and again. You make it to the bathroom in one piece, and he takes off your underwear. “Can you manage on your own?”
You nod, slipping into the bathtub and giving yourself a bath. He prepared your favorite bath scent along with the warm water. It sobered you up a little, giving you enough consciousness to call out for him when you were done.
“Be careful,” Katsuki warns. But as he saw that there was a chance his future fiancé was going to slip and hit their head somewhere, he wasn’t taking any chances. Wrapped up in your orange towel, he picks you up and places you on the bed. He pulls one of his old shirts and a clean pair of boxers over you, then sat behind you to start brushing your hair.
“You’re so quiet today,” you comment. “Not like you at all, Kacchan.”
He cringes at the nickname, but continues untangling your messy hair.
“Hey,” you call out. “Why aren’t you answering me?” Your voice dragged out, sounding like a child throwing tantrums.
“I’m brushing your hair, stupid. Stop moving and drink your tea.”
“But you’re soooo quiet,” you whine.
Katsuki leans over to your temple to kiss your forehead, pulling away, but not quite, as he whispered: “You need to rest.”
“I’m fine,” you say, but your body betrays you with a hiccup. “I want to cuddle.”
“Let me finish your hair and you can get all the cuddles you want.”
“Okay.” You pout, crossing your arms, but Katsuki finds it absolutely adorable.
Once he’s done with the rest of your hair, he plugs in a blow dryer to finish off the job, leaving you ready for bed. After he cleans up rather quickly and closes the doors, he settles beside you, your back turned against him.
“I love you,” he whispers onto your shoulder. You move a little, hand reaching out to his cheek. He takes it with his open one and leaves individual kisses on your fingers, pulling you closer with a leg slung over yours.
“You’re so warm,” you giggle with what little strength you have. He finds himself mirroring your grin. “You’re like… a big teddy bear.”
Katsuki stays quiet, feeling sleep take over his body.
“You’d be a great dad,” you say aloud, making him freeze.
“Are you…”
“I’m not pregnant, silly,” you reply, brushing over his blonde hair to calm him down. “I’m just saying, if ever the time comes and we have little grenades running over the apartment, you’d make an amazing father.”
“And why is that?” he asks, resting into the pillows.
“Because you’re warm. Like a teddy bear. And kids love teddy bears.”
He chuckles at your half-drunk explanation, “and I love you.”
“You’re so cheesy,” you tease, turning over to face him. You pinch his cheek playfully and he smiles. “I love you too.”
“When the time comes,” he starts. “I’m sure you’ll be a great mother to our little grenades, too.”
“I’ll have to take care of how many Katsukis running around,” you teasingly groan, leaning on his shoulder. “I’ll be retiring at like, 40.”
“Five. Five would be nice.” He pats your hair absentmindedly, daydreaming into the scenario he made up in his head. “But I’d want them to have your quirk, too. You’re right, five exploding babies probably wouldn’t be too good for the two of us.”
You don’t reply, and he takes it that you’ve fallen asleep. He was about to wish you good night, when you pull him closer.
“I love you, teddy bear,” you coo with your last strength and immediately fall asleep.
“I love you, too.”
note:henlo i disappeared for like a week but i am bacc!! i hope u guys liked this one hdhhsbsn i am a Big Ball Of Fluff for this explodo boi .. and his name is DynaMight!! i’m so proud he’s so happy with his name imm gonan melt bye
everyone knew ground zero was one of the strongest heroes in the business, but little did they know how weak he really was for you.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content: a bit mature, but not nsfw. characters are aged up in this btw! also fluff because yes
forgot to put this the first time, but if you want to ~feel~ the imagine more, you can listen to taking me back by lany ((yes like the title)) !!
warnings: some strong language, very mildangst
A knock on your door startled your Saturday night Netflix binging. You set your popcorn on the table rather loudly, annoyed at whoever had the guts to interrupt the only free time you could get at 11PM. Your hand hurried to the doorknob to stop the vigorous knocking, and you were met by a tired-looking Ground Zero, looking big with his grenades and hero costume intact.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the sight. “Work got you again?”
“Let’s not talk about it,” was the only thing he muttered before you let him in, taking off his large weapons and placing them on the side of the door along with everything else that was bothersome to him. He was left in a black tank top and baggy jeans.
“You know, you need to come home sometimes,” you tell him, setting your hands on his sturdy biceps. “Your mom’s probably thinking you’re dead by now.”
His eyes closed in pleasure as your hands started to knead, hitting him in all the right places. “Please, the old woman’s enjoying the house to herself.”
“What about Masaru?” you asked, taking a better look at his attire. You had no idea he looked this good without the extravagant hero accessories on.
“Left for a business trip. I don’t know where.” He groaned, leaning into your other hand that raised to caress his cheek. “You’re seriously a martyr for taking me in after everything I’ve done to you.”
“Past is past, I suppose,” was all you could say.
Bakugou—or as you called him, Katsuki—was your ex-boyfriend. Unknown to others, and most of Class 1-A, since you decided that keeping it a secret would be best, given the constant danger your lives were put in. Any kind of secret that would reveal a rising hero’s weak spot can and will probably be used against them. And unfortunately, Bakugou’s weakness was you.
It ended when the both of you decided it wouldn’t work out with the way things started to change pace. He was completely set on becoming the best hero in Japan that he barely went home to your shared apartment. He found an agency that would take him in—much to his dismay, working with Half and Half Bastard under Endeavor’s Hero Agency.
You, however, had different plans. You were working to become a minor hero in your prefecture, as you didn’t want to be under the constant stress of fearing for your life at the top. Bakugou constantly tried to coax you out of that mindset, saying that he knew you could do way more, but you just weren’t having it. The lack of time and different outlooks caused a major fallout that eventually resulted in a mutual break-up.
However, despite moving out and getting rid of everything you shared, Bakugou always found his thoughts drifting back to you. He shrugged it off the first months, thinking it was part of the shitty moving on process. Until he couldn’t take it one fateful Thursday night and found himself crying on your doorstep, practically begging you to take him back.
It struck a heart string to see him like that. He never ever begged anyone for anything, and to hell with showing his emotions to people. The fact that he was completely sober, had the right state of mind to rethink his decisions, and still came back to you—it was too much. You, too, were having trouble with the moving on process, but nothing was going to be fixed with this set-up. If you took him back, you’d argue over the same things all over and over again.
So it ended up with you letting him sleep over, and making the pro hero promise to leave the next morning. A part of you still cared deeply for him, and didn’t want to see your Katsuki cry, staying in his embrace the entire night and having to fight back your own tears. As expected, the promise was broken, and he stayed over for another night, and another,—maybe just one more?—until coming back to you became an unspoken habit of his whenever he “needed support after all his missions”. You knew it was just because he missed you.
And you missed him, too, deeply.
“Do you mind if I…” he suddenly started, snapping you out of your thoughts as the both of you sat down on your couch.
“Go ahead. It doesn’t matter anymore,” you replied. Katsuki rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes and basking in the sweet smell of your perfume.
A comfortable silence wrapped you both, only the television volume giving light to the ambiance that settled.
“You should shower,” you mentioned. He didn’t necessarily smell bad, you just wanted him to move away and stop your thoughts.
“Do I smell?” he asked, a genuine tone laced in his voice.
“No.” You couldn’t hold back the hand that made it to his spiky hair, patting gently. “I’m just worried you might be tired.”
“I think I’m good here,” Katsuki insisted, leaning further into you.
His left hand started to wonder places, landing on your right. His thumb rubbed mini circles on yours, matching the pace of his calm breathing. After a few more circles, his arm moved behind the small of your back, switching your positions quickly and letting you lean on his stern chest. You adjusted yourself to sit in between his lap, faces dangerouslyclose.
You could kiss him then and there, and you knew he wouldn’t be opposed to that.
Or would he?
You could test your hypothesis, but your brain was telling you otherwise. It was impractical to let your heart rule over you again. The way that he was coming back to you even though you were supposed to move on was dumb enough. A kiss would just cross the line.
You sighed in defeat.
“What?”
“Nothing,” you brushed off. But you knew he wasn’t going to let that slide.
“If I’m bothering you—“ he started, but you were quick to interrupt.
“No, you’re not, Katsuki.”
He lifted his head, looking straight into your eyes. “Then why do you look like that?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”
“Like you can’t wait for me to fucking leave.”
Apparently, your facial expression gave it away. It’s not that you wanted him to leave, though.
“I probably should,” he retorted, getting up from his seat. “None of us is going to move the fuck on with this, right?”
Bakugou rose and made his way to the door, carefully gathering his stuff. The sight made the pain in your heart worsen—every step was a dagger to your already tainted heart. He was hesitant, too, slowly moving as he took jagged breaths.
None of you was willing to break the awkward tension in the room, until you choked out the only words you could make out from the flurry in your head.
“What if I don’t want to move on?”
He turned around. “What the fuck do you mean?”
“I don’t want to fucking move on,” you repeated, harder and angrier this time. The lump in your throat seemed to let go of its grip when the tears came out, blurring your vision completely. “I don’t want to fucking lose you anymore.”
It seemed like you cried for an hour with how unexpectedly painful it felt. Not once in your solo crying sessions did you feel something quite like this, and seeing him make his way to the door was reliving it all over and over again.
You wanted to remind yourself why you hated him—why you hated that everything he did was a reason for you to love him even more.
You hated how he always managed to disrupt your thoughts without him even being there. You hated the way he used to tease you about the way you cooked, but held you safely in his arms as he taught you how to do it better. You hated the way he would talk to you in your sleep, sweet nothings that would never come out in broad daylight. You hated how he comforted you when you needed it most, telling you he’ll be your shield when the world’s out to get you. You hated the way he looked at you on dates, like you were the only woman on earth, and nothing and nobody else mattered. You hated how the two of you used to dance to the same Arctic Monkeys song on the radio, and pointed to every sappy love song that came on and told him it was your song. You hated that he stayed up with you on the nights you had to study, and took you to new midnight diners downtown if he decided you needed a break. You hated waking up next to his stupid face staring back at you, waiting for you to wake up so he could finally be with the love of his life.
But most of all, you hated how your heart still belonged to him after all this fuckingtime.
Warm hands made their way to the back of your head, pulling you closer and rubbing your back.
“I don’t want to fucking move on, too.”
You looked up at him. His face mirrored the same expression as yours, tears in his eyes and lips trembling as his crimson eyes found yours.
For once in his life, he was completely sure of taking a risk for something—no, someone—he was completely, head over heels weak for.
But if you were there, none of that mattered anymore.
“I still love you, Katsuki,” you whispered, leaning closer into him and feeling the warmth of his shaking body radiate onto you. “I don’t want you to slip out of my grasp anymore. I know you might not feel the same, but please—please—let me kiss you one last time before you go.”
Katsuki pulled you up, his arms resting steady on your back. “I’m not leaving, you idiot.”
Leaning in, his lips touched yours, and slowly, the sparks, the cliche sparks you once felt with your teenage love came back. He was still the same red-faced boy who accidentally cursed you as he confessed his attraction, stray flowers from UA’s grass fields in hand. In another held a tiny teddy bear that was wrapped in an orange box with a note attached in rather messy handwriting—I like you, dumbass.
“I was hoping you’d take the hint after all this time, but I still love you, idiot.” Katsuki moved your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears that kept coming down, not minding his own. “I’m not leaving you ever again. And I’m not letting some other extra take away what’s mine.”
“You’re such an asshole.” You laugh at your own teasing, and he does too. “We’ve got to do a thing about our problems, though.”
“About that,” he responded, a little smile forming on his face. “After shitting on myself for months on end, I realized how much of an asshole I was to you. You should never have to compromise your dreams just because of my shitty opinions. Be the hero you want to be, love. I’ll always support you if that meant your happiness.”
In shock at the Bakugou that was in front of you at that moment, you were at a loss for words. You hugged him with all your might. That was the only thing you wanted to do as you realized he finally changed, and was willing to make your relationship work the second time.
“Stop crying, dumbass! You’re going to make me cry, too,” Katsuki teased.
“Idiot, you’ve literally been crying for the past ten minutes. Let it slip for today.”
He chuckled. You rested into his embrace, feeling contentment fill up your heart.
note: hullo humans !! this was very self-indulgent and the result of my 1am brain rot™️ again. anyway,,, i’d like to thank u all for 300 notes on the past two imagines like whUT. u guys,,, i ams o Grateful nd i wanna cry and hug u all individually but i cnanot so pls have a virtual cookie each instead. i love u all
“the word ‘chill’ does not exist in kacchan’s vocabulary.” —izuku midoriya
pairing:bakugou katsuki x reader
content:fluff!
warnings: (some) strong language
Bakugou always went hard on training sessions. No matter who it was in front of him, they better be ready to fight if they didn’t want to be blasted into the thermosphere. To him, it was second nature—if he couldn’t give it his all, he couldn’t be the number one hero. Due to this unfaltering determination, Recovery Girl was on standby everytime Class 1-A trained. Almost all of his past opponents needed to heal from an injury or burn mark somewhere—and you, his girlfriend of a year, were noexception.
After a strong blow to your right leg left you limping, Yaomomo assisting you as you made your way to the clinic, Bakugou could only stare in disbelief and shock. He impulsively ran after you, but Ochaco and Jirou blocked his path, giving him death glares that practically screamed, “you fucked up.” The worst part is, it was no accident.
Of course, you always tried your best to understand your boyfriend’s rather violent demeanor. It was definitely worse when it came to combat, but the pain in your leg was too unbearable to let you think straight—and everyone in the class saw that. You were sent home early to the dorms with your leg under a thick layer of bandages, a care package from Yaomomo and the girls, and a small “sorry” note from Kirishima, which you had no idea was for.
So there you laid—in whatever oversized shirt you pulled from your drawer, loose shorts, and a single sock on your uninjured leg. Recovery Girl told you you were fairly lucky to walk away with just a rather big scratch and a torn ligament, which she managed to heal. It wasn’t your fault, after all. You were sure Bakugou received an earful from the old lady for doing such thing to a poor girl—moreover, his own girlfriend.
You weren’t exactly mad at Bakugou, but you definitely weren’t pleased, either. He didn’t visit you in the clinic, nor even text and ask how you were doing. Nada. Your tsundere of a boyfriend was surely rock-hard when it came to lowering his pride, but you thought he’d at least show a bit of care. You tried giving him the benefit of the doubt though, that maybe he was just in shock at what happened. He accidentally hurt you, after all—something he never wanted to do to you, and you knew that very well. Wanting to get everything off your mind, you threw the covers on and tried to drift off to sleep.
You wanted to call him and ask for an explanation. Limp to the elevator and wait for him in the lobby to hear it as soon as he came home. But it seemed too petty, and your leg was too fucking painful to walk. Moving it around in your bed had a tolerable amount of pain, so that solidified your decision of staying in. Plus, you were independent, you could survive the healing phase on your own, angry explosive boyfriend or none.
Thirty minutes passed and you found yourself dumbstruck at the wall. Sleep has long abandoned you, not even visiting you once that afternoon. You picked up your phone, looking for a game to distract yourself with and hopefully fall asleep to. You decided on Subway Surfers, playing a few rounds, when you felt your eyelids get heavy. Finally, you drifted off to rest, but you were interrupted by someone opening your door without a warning.
“Oi,” Bakugou called. Your boyfriend was wearing a grey pullover over black knee shorts, and the same Fire Princess socks you got him for Christmas. His tone was soft as he passed the door, rough voice laced with concern. “Are you alright?”
You were about to answer with a sarcastic retort when a cough lodged in your throat. “What do you think?” you asked rather silently.
You didn’t look at him. Bakugou groaned and sat on the edge of your bed.
“I…” he started. You lightly craned your head to his direction, waiting for the apology you were sure was coming. “I… think your bandages need to be replaced.”
You rolled your eyes. They were dirty from walking around your room without a slipper, not to mention the grass that stuck to it from when you almost fell flat on your face outside. “Tell me about it.”
Katsuki suddenly placed your leg on his thighs, carefully peeling off the wrap. Your eyes widened, jumping up to stop the ash blonde. “Do you have any idea how to do that?”
“Shut up, the old woman taught me how to,” he reassured. Once the last inch of cloth was removed, Bakugou stood up and went to the mini first aid kit he conveniently brought with him.
He sat back down, being extra gentle with your leg. You crossed your arms, sitting up and watching his large hands sanitize your tender joint.
“I’m still mad at you, by the way,” you grumbled.
“I know,” Bakugou retorted, pulling you closer by your waist to get a better grip. His gaze was completely set on the task at hand, not wanting to make your injury any worse. You pulled your leg away stubbornly, his hand moving quickly to take it back. This went on for multiple times, making his face contort into one of annoyance. “Hey, I know you’re fuckin’ angry, but stop being a brat. You’re leg’s gonna break off if you keep doing that.”
You stuck your tongue out at him. “I wasn’t the idiot who blasted my fuckin’ leg.”
Bakugou seemed to not care at all at your insult as he massaged your leg. He was in the middle of your knee when he mumbled something under his breath, making you ask, “What did you say?”
“I said, I’m fuckin’ sorry, dumbass.” He looked up to meet your gaze for the first time in that visit. “I really went overboard with you.”
You pouted. “You know I’m okay with your anger issues, but please, if you want to see me alive by our marriage date, don’t go blasting me off places.”
Katsuki blushed at the thought of a wedding with you, but was quick to shake it off. “Yeah, whatever. I’m sorry.”
You could tell it was taking a lot of his pride to apologize as it was all genuine. “You owe me a bowl of ramen for that.”
He stopped wrapping the bandage and planted a kiss on your forehead. “I owe you more than that, dork. But next time you’re going to pretend to be mad at me, don’t wear one of my shirts while you’re at it.”
You quickly looked down at the black skull shirt loosely hung around your frame, making you internally swear. “It was just the first thing in my closet, asshole.”
Katsuki rolled his eyes playfully, a smirk adorning his sharp features as he finished the job with a stable wrap of medical tape.
“If you move too much, I’m going to tape you to the bed.”
“How dare you use your kinks on me when I’m sick?” you asked with a feigned offense. He chuckled.
“Between the two of us, I think you’re the kinkier one here,” the blonde shot back. “Remember when—“
“No, I do not!” you screamed, hurriedly tackling your boyfriend down to shut him up. His arms moved like reflex to steady your broken leg before it fell down the bed.
“Be careful, dumbass!” Bakugou laid down beside you, adjusting your position to where it would be comfortable for you. “I told you once, and I’m not going to say it again.”
“Are you threatening me with medical tape, Kacchan?” you taunted. He cringed at the nickname only his green-haired nerd of a childhood friend called him.
“Stop that,” he ordered, burying his head on the crook of your shoulder. “You look really hot wearing my stuff.”
You thanked the Heavens for not letting him see your lovestruck reaction, or else he wouldn’t have let it slide. This caught you in a lack of words, to which he happily filled.
“I’m going to have to control my style if I don’t want to lose my girlfriend,” Bakugou said, wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to back down on you, either. I have my own battles to prove too, you know,” you replied with a content smile, playing with the spikes of his hair. He smelled vaguely of caramel.
“Whatever.” It was silent for a few minutes, when he started speaking again. “Can you manage to shower?”
That aspect of being injured never slipped into your mind yet, and the thought of possibly slipping in the bathroom and bumping your head was terrifying. Shit.Bakugou must have sensed your worry, though, as another smirk grew on his face.
“You need help?” your explosive boyfriend teased. “I think I can sleep here tonight, it’s a Friday after all.”
“You pervert!” you exclaimed, lightly patting his head, making him giggle. “Just say you want to fuck me and go.”
He looked at you with a deadpan look on his face, arms still tightly wrapped around your torso. “Oi, you may look ridiculously enticing with my shirt on, but your health comes first. You are not getting any action until your leg heals completely.”
You pouted again. “What a bummer.”
“Who’s the pervert now?” he inquired, switching your positions a bit so now you were below his head.
“I hate you,” you retorted, not meaning any second of it.
“You love me.”
“Shut up.”
“I love you too, dumbass. I’m sorry for nearly killing your leg.” Bakugou ran a hand through your hair, neatly massaging it as the other turned off the nightlight. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a bowl of ramen to prepare and a whiny girlfriend to feed.”
You didn’t respond as you fell asleep smug on his toned chest, having the best rest you’ve felt in years.
note: henlo this was just pure ✨Fluffy Brain Rot✨ so i hope u guys enjoyed it :D
in which kacchan doesn’t know what a hug feels like
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content:fluff!
warnings:some strong language because come on it’s bakugou ,,
It was another one of Mina Ashido’s extravaganzas in the lobby of 1-A Alliance. The pink-haired extrovert felt that the energy in the dorm was extra heavy, and she, knowing her classmates weren’t usually like this, decided to throw a party with a wide variety of games. Being down at that time wasn’t avoidable though, as it was the day Aizawa gave back the test papers and they found out that almost 80% of them flunked his test. Though Mina was one of the unfortunate majority, this didn’t stop her from wanting to lift the heavy atmosphere up. After thirty minutes of persuasion, everyone was convinced, and here you were, seven rounds of alcohol-free spin the bottle in.
You were sitting beside your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was a bit adamant about the whole thing, wanting to stick to his strict 8:32PM sleep schedule, but your puppy eyes and pleading were too much to handle. You had to drag him all the way, though, his entire body feeling like 5 sacks of rice even though he was walking behind you, hand in hand. Not to mention the fact that he was grumbling the whole way, but it was nothing out of the ordinary when you got used to it after 3 years of knowing each other.
“It landed on (Y/N)!” Kirishima announced, beaming with pride (and relief) as it stopped right at the boundary of you and the redhead. You see, since alcohol was banned, Mina improvised by making everyone take a BeanBoozled jelly bean every time they were chosen by the almighty bottle. At first, it seemed like a fun idea, until Kaminari got canned dog food and had to run to the bathroom for his life.
Hesitant, you grabbed a jelly bean from the bowl in front of you, circled by 1-A. Though not everyone was in on the game, the non-participants stayed closely outside the circle, watching attentively. One of them was Izuku, who was already traumatized by sweaty gym socks after Mirio and Eri decided it was a fun game to play last month.
“Truth or dare?” Jirou asked. You tossed the bean in your mouth, tasting the refreshing pop of berry blue as it melted.
“Dare,” you bravely responded, and Iida started to look confused.
“There’s not a lot we can ask (Y/N) to do. She has a boyfriend and as her classmates, we should respect their rights,” he announced, arms waving in the air. Everyone nodded in agreement.
Sero clapped his hands, like he just solved the world’s hardest calculus question. “Well then, why don’t we ask her to do something with Bakugou?”
“Hah? It’s not my fuckin’ turn,” your boyfriend retaliated, turning to the tape man. “I’m not eating any damn beans.”
“Oh, but you won’t need to eat any, though,” Ochaco bravely chided. “Just for the dare.”
“Okay! I think I’ve decided,” announced Mina. “(Y/N), I dare you to hug Bakugou.”
Kaminari nearly spit his soda. “That’s so lame, Mina. They probably do that and more in the janitor’s closet every lunch break.”
“Yeah, it is pretty lame,” Hagakure added. “Can’t we add a bit of spice in here?” The invisible girl purred, doing a cat hand signal, not like a lot could see.
“But it does seem like a good dare,” Todoroki entered, everyone suddenly turning to him. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the both of them act like a proper couple.”
Bakugou stood up, ready to blast Endeavor’s son into the thermosphere. “What did you fuckin’ say, Icyhot? It’s not like you know anything about love, hah?”
You laughed and held him down like he was a feral dog ready to attack. “I mean, we’re fairly new too, so I guess that would be nice?” you replied.
Your relationship with Katsuki was going on a short but steady 3 months strong. He was the type of person to let things come naturally, not wanting to do anything just because he was your boyfriend. He would never half-ass anything, especially his relationship with you.
But that also meant that he almost never got physically affectionate. Sure, there were stolen kisses and light hugs before you left for school sometimes, but that was about it. All the times you spent together in his room were spent having talks about life, homework, laying next to each other, or sitting by the balcony, naming the constellations after your classmates. One was Half and Half Bastard, the other, Round Face, and the one way up with the moon was Shitty Hair. Though you were content with him and how everything between the two of you was going, you wouldn’t mind at least longer hugs, or cuddles, or maybe even more. You were in your third year, after all. But you didn’t want to push it, as you respected his personal boundaries and would never do anything he was uncomfortable with.
“Calm down, Katsuki. It’s just a hug,” you reassured, trying to hold back a giggle. Bakugou grumbled in response. Todoroki seemed to not care at all, though, as he continued to nibble on his soba beside Yaoyorozu. “Let’s get this over with.”
You pulled him into your arms. The first thing that struck you was he was stiff. His body was weirdly spread out in front of yours, spiky blonde hair covering the lower half of your face, and hands frozen in the air from his rage quit at Shoto. You felt his heartbeat quicken, and though you couldn’t see it due to the awfully unnatural position, Class 1-A noticed his eyes widen, pupils dilate, and a faint blush creep upon his cheek, getting redder at his ears. This went on for a few seconds until he finally relaxed into you, heaving a sigh and moving his arms to try and hug you back. You could have sworn you heard Izuku in the corner gasp in shock.
When you pulled away, he looked so flustered, it was cute. His expression was rather pouty, looking into your eyes with a spark of admiration you’ve never seen before. It was a stark contrast to his rough-edged personality, a part of him he could only show to you.
He was lovestruck.
If you had your phone, you would have taken a photo and embedded it into your mind.
Kirishima’s cheer brought you out of your trances, and the game resumed after a few whistles and whining from Mineta, who nobody let into the game, and badly wished to be hugged too. Bakugou, on the other hand, found himself having trouble focusing on the game, and instead had his mind stuck on you and that awkward ass hug. It was terrible, but something about it lit a dreaded spark in him, one he wanted to ignite as soon as he got you with him alone. He was so distracted that he didn’t realize the bottle had landed on him. Bakugou momentarily forgot about the beans’ disgusting nature until his mouth started to taste like actual grass, and just like Kaminari, he ran to the bathrooms for relief.
The game ended when Aizawa nearly kicked the doors down, lightly scolding the lot of you that it was way past your curfew, which most of you had no idea existed. Deciding on the fact that maybe your grumpy yet lovable adviser just wanted some undisturbed sleep, you all said your goodnights to each other, and you left the lobby with your hand in Bakugou’s.
Odd enough, he wasn’t speaking. He was definitely the type of person to be grumbling about something in an event like this, when the fun was just getting started. But he even looked relieved—and that was something for you to figure out when you come into his room, crashing on his bed like it was yours. He still wasn’t speaking.
“Katsuki,” you called out to him, who took off his tank top and changed into a gray shirt. The first one got wet from the faucet at the bathroom from rinsing his mouth. “Katsuki.”
“What do you want, woman?” he replied, heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth. You yawned and took a look at his slightly messy room, feeling your eyelids fall. After what seemed like a lifetime, he finally crashed next to you, facing up.
You turned to him, touching his cheek. “You seem quiet.”
“I’m not,” he argued, but even he wasn’t convinced.
You raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend playfully. “It was the hug, wasn’t it?”
Surprised but prideful that you debunked his facade, he rolled his eyes. “You wish it was.”
“Oh, really now?” you taunted, scooting closer. “It’s okay, Katsuki. I won’t judge.”
You yawned before falling asleep dangerously close to him. He could have sworn his heart was beating out of his chest, and before he knew it, he turned to face you, running his hands through your hair carefully as to not disturb you.
“I love you, dumbass,” he whispered. It was very out of the ordinary for him to profess his love like this, but something about it felt like lifting a weight off his chest. “You could do so much better than me, you know? I’m an asshole, but I’m trying my best. I know you know that.”
Slowly feeling sleep take over his body, too, he put his arms securely around you. You were his comfort, where he could put his armor down and come home to. You were Bakugou Katsuki’s peace in the storm.
What he didn’t expect was for you to hug back.
“I’m still awake, dum dum,” you whispered. “And I love you, too.”
“Shut up,” was the only thing he could manage to say.
“And if you want hugs,” you started, poking his chest playfully. “Don’t be afraid to ask for them, you big baby.”
“I’m not a baby,” he argued. He wasn’t in the mood to fight anymore that night, having found his new comfort zone.
for the longest time, you avoided Bakugou Katsuki in fear of being called an extra or getting blown up alive.
pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader
content:fluff!
warnings:may contain foul language, maybe?
If you were to describe how he felt like, it would be satin sheets. Rose essence, scented candles, and warm nights—your head buried in his chest as you drifted off to dreams and found solace in each other’s arms.
He was loud, ambitious, explosive (both literally and figuratively), and vulgar. Almost like a firework, as Denki would describe him. Your first glance at him in the UA entrance exams immediately told you he was not someone to mess with, so for the longest time, you stayed away from him. You avoided ever getting in his way, not wanting to get called names or screamed at.
Not even when you were asked to choose a partner and the both of you were the only people left unpicked.
Not even when you were awkwardly placed next to each other in the lunch table after Mina threw a post-exam pizza party courtesy of Momo, trying not to pay attention to the subtle glances he gave you as you dully picked your food. Not that he’d want you to notice, anyway.
Not even when he was innocently asking you a question about your chemistry homework, seeing him stutter for the first time since you’ve met him, face heated up and red—isn’t he in contact with nitroglycerin on the daily? He should know that. He’s one of the top students. And not even when he sat next to you on the field trip, his excuse being I didn’t want to sit next to the invisible girl, your favorite snacks and two drinks in his bag.
It was only when he offered you his other earphone, his face sulky with a hopeful glint in his eyes, saying, “You look more shit than usual and I don’t want you puking on me,” that you realized, maybe he wasn’t as bad as you thought. But of course—he was Bakugou Katsuki, and damned be those who ever see him without his signature scowl on. He was stiff as a rock the whole ride, head turned away from you, in contrast to the hand that offered you a bottle of orange juice. Occasional rambles went on for the rest of the ride, you even found yourself joining in and sharing your own tales with him, but not quite—until all of Class 1-A silenced and noticed the new bickering coming from the far back seat.
Bakugou Katsuki—or as Midoriya called him, Kacchan—was smiling. The boy everyone swore was emotionally constipated, was here, having a debate with (Y/N) about how dinosaurs might have had hair or not. His explosive “I’m right, shut up” personality still lingered, but it hid in the shell of a boy who looked like he woke up on the first morning of Christmas Day. They all decided it would be best if they ignored the way he looked at you—not shy of admiration, or maybe even love?—and the way the smile remained on his face as he drowned out the world around them. Class 1-A wasn’t ready to die as a whole.
Katsuki never put his guard down. He was always ready to defeat whoever came before him, knowing his own ability would prove why he deserves number one. Emotions didn’t matter to him so long as he stays on top. So when he found himself blankly staring at the wall, three hours after they got home from the field trip, progress stalled on his Geometry homework, he knew something was off.
She smiled at me.
No, that’s not it, he thought, taking his pencil and shoving it into the sharpener rather aggressively.
She called me funny.
He slowly turned the knob on the small machine, lead flowing over the paper, leaving gentle marks where gravity took hold of them.
She apologized for ignoring me.
She said I was cool, and wanted to hang out with me more. Maybe he can corner Shitty Hair in the kitchen tomorrow before they leave, and ask him another question about her, pretending that he didn’t do it before when he asked him what shit you usually bought in 7/11 before the dorm system came. After that, maybe they can talk, and even spar, she’s got a quirk that almost rivals him, fairly social and had a good standing in class, almost number one in his book, so if there’s anyone worthy of his love then it’s—
Wait, what?
He slammed the pencil down on the table, inevitably breaking the same lead he sharpened as he tried to drown out his thoughts.
What is this shitty feeling that makes his heartrate berserk?
Little explosions unknowingly started to form on his sweaty palms, almost in sync with the rising of heat on his face. He’s tasted many spicy foods, but nothing made him as red as the thought of your head on his shoulder, earphones blasting whatever The Neighbourhood song went on shuffle, just quietly enjoying each other’s presence.
Millions of stars would have to explode before Bakugou Katsuki would ever believe that was he was feeling was love—that disgusting four-letter word he kept hearing from Ashido as she loudly gushed about her crushes. He thought nothing of the way he always found his gaze coming back to you in that cramped lunch table. He thought it was a coincidence that he picked you for that partnership project, even though a small part in the back of his head silently wanted it to happen. And he certainly thought nothing of the way he found his feet moving on their own once he saw the seat beside you empty on that damned field trip. Nothing with the way he prepared your favorite snacks, with the help of Kirishima, for you to eat with him without even asking you to be his buddy beforehand. He knew Ochako was supposed to be your seatmate, but to hell with her, right?
“Kacchan?”
His head whipped to the side, a furious (constipated?) look on his face as he mentally scanned whoever had the audacity to enter his room uninvited at 11:54 PM on a Thursday evening. A confused and flustered Izuku Midoriya greeted him with a shy smile on his face, aware of how feral his childhood friend can turn especially when stressed, which he obviously was.
“What the fuck do you want?” Katsuki hissed as he crumpled up his scratch paper in a hostile manner.
Izuku let out a nervous chuckle, seeing death from the corner of his eyes. “So, uh, I was just passing by the corridor, not that I was spying on anyone, but I was so hungry, so I got some leftover cake, there’s still some, if you want, Kacchan, and I was about to leave when—“
“For fuck’s sake, cut to the chase already!” the ash blond shouted, nearly making Midoriya’s soul depart his earth-sunken body.
“I came across (Y/N), and she told me to give this back to you.”
In his shaking hands laid Kacchan’s black earphones, neatly tied with a note adorning where the cable organizer and the cord met. His face betrayed him when his lips tugged into a smile, one that Izuku didn’t miss.
“You seem happy, Kacchan.” The green-haired boy smiled back at him. Bakugou realized that Midoriya was still in the room, making all traces of happiness disappear completely.
“Go away, Deku.” His gaze shifted to the note as his childhood friend carefully closed the door.
He shouldn’t have been that anxious to see that note.
He shouldn’t have silently wished for it to be one of his innocent fantasies.
And he shouldn’t have felt his heart race when he saw that it was.
I can’t sleep. Can you?
Not that I’m wishing you to not be. But in the miraculous event that you’re as much of an insomniac as I am, my room is well open for a guest at this late time of night.
His feet acted before him, instanty walking out of his room, fresh out of a shower, wanting to look his best for he didn’t know what. As long as it had you in the equation, he immediately knew the answer.
And Bakugou knew that was not like him at all.
You—in all your glory—with that stupid face, and that stupid smile, that stupid laugh I can’t get out of my head even if I tried. What have you done to me?
And that’s how he found himself tangled in your embrace at 3AM, answering each other’s questions about life, dumb stuff, or anything in general. You started to know more about this explosive boy in your arms, and as quick as they were, you acknowledged that hell, you were falling for him—avoiding him for the longest because you didn’t want to confirm your suspicion and coming into terms with the shitty excuse of “I don’t want to get in his way” you made and letting it go.
Bakugou Katsuki now had to get used to the weird explosive feeling of love in his chest.
note: hi!! this is actually my first imagine here on tumblr and it’s like 3am and my back Hurts hurts so please excuse any typos bc i haven’t properly proofread this yet D: i hope you guys liked it!! i’m actually kinda nervous ish hshehshsh have a good evening <33
how they act when they’re horny & just rlly horny sex + denki, kiri, bakugo, & sero
in celebration of basically my first post getting 100 notes, and the second one nearing 100, here’s a rlly long thing I did. at first it was going to be short and sweet but I got carried away and then noticed my posts getting a lot of love! so this is a little thanks, eat it up and feel free to ask me things and messsge me, (honestly idk if my asks work) -L <3
nsfw ! + semi-public sex?, ngl mommy is thrown in there and i won’t take any criticism, degradation (giving & receiving), praise, thigh riding, spitting, daddy kink, cokwarming kind of, intoxicated sex, spanking/as well as pussy smacks, squirting
denki kaminari
— definitely a whiner
— if you’re in public he’ll keep trying to drag you home or somewhere else just so he can at least press up against you
— “please baby, you’re doing this on purpose”
— the most inconvenient place he got horny was when you were visiting your parents house for Christmas
— ended up probably having some of the hottest sex in your childhood room
— he wouldn’t shut up about how hot you looked in your dress and kept grabbing at you ass while no one was looking so you told your parents you’re gonna turn in early
After basically throwing Denki into your childhood room, he starts grabbing at you through your dress even more than he was before. You’d be lying if you said his actions didn’t start to make you horny, but you didn’t want him to start thinking he can get away with this whenever he wants. You decided that you would indulge yourself though, because Denki seemed to be in an extra subby mood today.
“Let me ask you a favor, Kami.”
“anything, just please-“
“I want to ask for a little Christmas gift a bit early,” you tell the boy who is now underneath you, you feel him trying to push up into you for some friction.
He just nods his head quickly before you even say what you want, you love when he gets like this. You pull him into a kiss that makes him squirm even more.
“I just want you to be a good boy for me today, I don’t want anything else from you.” Denki knows what that means, he whines out an “okay”.
“What a good boy, you’re so worked up you’ll probably let me do anything. How dirty.”
A/N:There is only one person in the world that I would spend hours researching pegging for, just to write them a birthday fic… @lady-bakuhoe i love you so much, bbyg and I hope this makes you feel some type of way.
37. a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips
can be read as a continuation of thisandthis, or independently :-)
normally, katsuki would be in bed by 8pm, arms bare in his favourite pyjama tank top tucked into a worn pair of checkered trousers, ready to knock the fuck out.
normally, katsuki would do anything and everything he could to keep to the strict schedule he’s set for himself – sleep by 8, wake up at 5, gym, breakfast, go to work – being a pro-hero meant that indulgences are rare and time is always precious, so routine is important to him.
normally, katsuki doesn’t let anyone interrupt this routine of his. if his mom texts at 8.15pm, well, too bad. he’s dead asleep.
but your relationship with katsuki is anythingbut normal.
which is why you find yourself tucked into his side at 10pm on a Friday night – way past his bedtime – all comfy and cosy in your pyjamas while Zootopia plays on your television.
you watch as the light from the tv casts colourful shadows across his face. despite katsuki’s perpetual frown, you could tell he was relaxed – chest rising and falling slowly as he leans his weight comfortably into your side – and it fills you with satisfaction knowing you’re probably one of his select few who gets to see him like this. when he’s not stained with dust and soot. when the space between his eyebrows remain uncreased and smooth.
when he’s more katsuki than he is dynamight.
a niggling sense of fondness tugs at your heartstrings and you smile to yourself. if you told third-year you that you’d be watching Zootopia with katsuki now, sharing a bottle of cold-pressed fruit juice without beating each other up or cussing each other out, you’d probably laugh and leave.
but by some strange twist of fate, here you are – not quite friends, but not quite lovers either – caught in a playful in-between that is fascinating and challenging all the same.
and this realisation has you pushing yourself up with a hand on his thigh, dropping a quick kiss on the apple of his cheek, before settling back into the crook of his arm.
the air shifts. you wait with bated breath.
katsuki cups your cheek and tilts your face towards his to kiss you properly on the lips – quick and simple, but filled with emotion and truth. he pulls away with a quick swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip, tasting like smokey bits of burnt caramel and buttery popcorn.
when you opened your eyes, you couldn’t help but stare, entranced, by the slightest hint of a smile that graced his lips.
“stop staring at me.”
the hand cradling your cheek moves to cup your jaw while his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. with that very same hand, katsuki turns your head back until you are facing your television once more.
“and focus on the damn movie, shrimpy. they’re about to catch the night howlers.”
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synopsis:bakugou tries to learn the meaning of “i love you” long after it’s been told.
pairing: bakugou x reader
genre: fluff with a touch of angst and lotsa pining
warnings: brief hospital setting, mentions of injury, bakugou is bad at feelings™
glossary: Y/H/N - your hero name
word count: 4.3k
a/n: dedicated to @katsushimaa, the reason why this blog exists. in other words: HI YSSA IT’S YOUR ☀️ ANON (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ♡ update (1/6/2021): this fic is also read on peachy can’s youtube channel! this is with full permission and credit, and the only work with only this channel.
“I love you.”
Bakugou stared, speechless, as you confessed to him under the cherry blossoms, diplomas in hand. His throat locked and his tongue stalled as he wordlessly gaped at you. Around words? No, he didn’t even know what to say. The wind blew the petals off the branches, shocking him out of his stupor once they obscured his vision for one precious moment. He still couldn’t find the words to respond.
He didn’t know how.
All his life, he hadn’t cared for affection. Only victory. Anyone vying for his affections soon ran crying (humiliated, if they were lucky), the unread love letter crumpled in their fists as he moved on with his life without a care. But this, he couldn’t bear letting go.
Bakugou didn’t know how to hold on, either.
For the past three years, people came to know you as his other half. The one who kept him in line, yet helped lift him to even greater heights. The one who could withstand his withering glare with a smile. The one he kept by his side. For the past three years, your relationship remained ambiguous, this ambiguity becoming the open secret of your year. Too close to be just friends, yet not quite lovers either. A deeper connection that neither of you dug into, content with your dynamic.
Until now.
A part of him loathed that you were the one to make the leap when he didn’t even know what to say, but a little voice in the corner of his mind told him that maybe, just maybe, this would finally get his ass moving.
You smiled. Softly, slowly…
Knowingly.
He had to remind himself to breathe.
“You don’t have to answer me right away, I’ll wait for as long you need.”
And with that, you were gone. Bakugou was left staring at your back as you walked away from him and, as he would later discover, out of his life for the next two years.
playlist: i was an island john-allison weiss, little lion man mumford & sons, buzzcut season lorde,a world alone lorde
wc: 6.8k of pain
content: she/her pronouns, cursing, food mention, crying, discussion of bullying, ptsd, katsuki being a tiny bit possessive, spoilers for the fic in cw beyond this point -> morbidity, discussion of death, basically terminal illness, hospitals, ivs and injections, comas
desc:reader and bakugo are doing the whole childhood friends to lovers thing, deku is briefly a little shit, and angst happens, bakugo has awful coping mechanisms. literal years of slow burn. years.
notes:came up with this while running up a hill, wrote it in one day and cried three times during. this is literally made of sweat and tears, but no blood, fortunately. ok have fun i’m gonna go cry again-
Pairing:BakugouKatsuki x gender neutral reader (I guess ?, mention of “chan”)
Synopsis:Sometimes, letting go isn’t the best option.
Genre:Pining,Slight Angst to Fluff.
Date : 2022, March 21st (supposedly March 14th)
Word Count : 5 000+ w. - Ficlet
Author’s note:This-… This ended up way longer than expected ? This initially was supposed to be a White Day post, but lets be honest: I would have never finished it if it hadn’t been a gift for one of my favourite persons in the world. So let’s say it’s both a March 14th and 21st post. Happy Birthday again, sweetie ! And hope you guys like it ♡
Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, I beg your indulgence for my possible mistakes Hope you’ll like it !
He saw you. He couldn’t help it.
His eyes kept falling on you, beaming in excitement as you browsed the catalogue of the best cafe and restaurants of the city. His ears kept catching your enthusiastic voice as you commented each place, each menu and options of the nearby restaurants, gardens, aquariums.
As you eagerly rambled before coming back to your main topic : organizing your date.
With Midoriya.
Bakugou felt like he was cursed. Honestly, he didn’t want to come across you two. He wasn’t even looking for you in any way, when this kind of unexpected encounters happened. And yet he kept crossing path with you, by pure chance. Or rather by accident. How was that supposed to be a “chance” ?!
Really, he was sick of it. Sick of seeing you two acting all privy, like secretly dating lovey-dovey partners. Did you really think no one would guess what you were, when you obviously met in secret in all sorts of places ? He saw you, damnit ! He saw you in the little corner of the study room, all sneaky, trying not to draw any attention while the room wall was fucking glazed, opening onto one of the more freaking frequented hallway of all UA. He saw you at the library, there again at a discreet table, hidden by the large book shelves and well away from the hall liveliness. He saw you in the dorms yard, visibly talking about the garden flowers.
At some coffee shop. Once, maybe twice. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was twice. T W I C E, damnit. Wasn’t the city big enough not to see you every single time you planned, or enjoyed a date ? He even saw you shopping together while he almost never went to the mall, damnit !
And as if all those undesired encounters weren’t enough, he had to regularly witness your small, yet frequent interactions. Chit-chat here, little notes there. Why did you have to be so obvious about it?!
Bakugou wanted to ignore it, to shrug it off and act like he didn’t care… and he almost succeeded, at least on the outside. But on the inside… The boy had never been really good at dealing with his emotions. He may well try and put up a front, at the end of the day Bakugou was still a pretty bad liar, especially to his heart.
And so he kept seeing you. Watching you. Checking on you.
STOP RIGHT THERE. You have to read this, this is one of the smartest and best misunderstanding prompt I’ve ever read. Logical, realistic, relatable, there’s everything in it, I was even doubting until we had the Reader’s POV. And the pining, omg, THE PINING. STUNNING. LOVE IT. You’re looking for a good few minutes? Read this. Rough day? Read this. In any case, this is a little masterpiece and I’m so so SO proud of you @luluwiie. Thank you for this little jewel (*chief kiss*)
Pairing:BakugouKatsuki x gender neutral reader (I guess ?, mention of “chan”)
Synopsis:Sometimes, letting go isn’t the best option.
Genre:Pining,Slight Angst to Fluff.
Date : 2022, March 21st (supposedly March 14th)
Word Count : 5 000+ w. - Ficlet
Author’s note:This-… This ended up way longer than expected ? This initially was supposed to be a White Day post, but lets be honest: I would have never finished it if it hadn’t been a gift for one of my favourite persons in the world. So let’s say it’s both a March 14th and 21st post. Happy Birthday again, sweetie ! And hope you guys like it ♡
Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, I beg your indulgence for my possible mistakes Hope you’ll like it !
He saw you. He couldn’t help it.
His eyes kept falling on you, beaming in excitement as you browsed the catalogue of the best cafe and restaurants of the city. His ears kept catching your enthusiastic voice as you commented each place, each menu and options of the nearby restaurants, gardens, aquariums.
As you eagerly rambled before coming back to your main topic : organizing your date.
With Midoriya.
Bakugou felt like he was cursed. Honestly, he didn’t want to come across you two. He wasn’t even looking for you in any way, when this kind of unexpected encounters happened. And yet he kept crossing path with you, by pure chance. Or rather by accident. How was that supposed to be a “chance” ?!
Really, he was sick of it. Sick of seeing you two acting all privy, like secretly dating lovey-dovey partners. Did you really think no one would guess what you were, when you obviously met in secret in all sorts of places ? He saw you, damnit ! He saw you in the little corner of the study room, all sneaky, trying not to draw any attention while the room wall was fucking glazed, opening onto one of the more freaking frequented hallway of all UA. He saw you at the library, there again at a discreet table, hidden by the large book shelves and well away from the hall liveliness. He saw you in the dorms yard, visibly talking about the garden flowers.
At some coffee shop. Once, maybe twice. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was twice. T W I C E, damnit. Wasn’t the city big enough not to see you every single time you planned, or enjoyed a date ? He even saw you shopping together while he almost never went to the mall, damnit !
And as if all those undesired encounters weren’t enough, he had to regularly witness your small, yet frequent interactions. Chit-chat here, little notes there. Why did you have to be so obvious about it?!
Bakugou wanted to ignore it, to shrug it off and act like he didn’t care… and he almost succeeded, at least on the outside. But on the inside… The boy had never been really good at dealing with his emotions. He may well try and put up a front, at the end of the day Bakugou was still a pretty bad liar, especially to his heart.
And so he kept seeing you. Watching you. Checking on you.
He just couldn’t help it.
And the more he stumbled upon your little moments, the heavier the weight in his stomach grew.
It’s been two weeks and he still feels the same. Maybe worse, actually. Two weeks he saw you getting closer. Two weeks his stomach couldn’t help but twinge when he saw you two together.
Of course, he still had his moments with you, for training, homeworks, or even just to take a breather after your day. He still had your stupid competitions about who was the fastest to cut the chives competition during which you regularly almost cut your fingers rather than the food, or, more privately, about which one of you would send the first “Good night” text, since you were both early-sleepers. This was a game you started playing when you moved in the dorms, after your friends commented how you both went to sleep like elders. You never stopped since, often teasing each other about it, when one of you seemed more tired than usual. That sort of competitions even started a little game between you two, a game where you’d give the other 5 ¥ when they’d make something first. You’re the first to set a new record in some of your shared video game ? 5 ¥ for you. He’s the first to taste that weird gross-looking new dish of one of your favourite restaurants ? 5¥ for him. You woke up before him ? 5¥ for you. He went to bed before you ? 5¥ for him. Anything and everything became a pretext to compete and gamble. Some pretty good pretexts to play around and take some good time together too, actually.
He still had that. And your stupidly endearing habit of reminding him to drink water “because it’s important for his brain, and essential to his quirk”. And your hopeless attempts to make him laugh, trying to tickle every single reachable skin part of his body. And the unique frown you gave him when he overexerted himself, or went too far with one of his classmates. He still had all that.
But for how long ?
Soon, you’ll graduate and leave the school, the dorms, UA, everything that bonded you together. Soon, you’ll part ways to start a new life, as heroes. And all of those things would become memories.
Plus, it already didn’t feel the same anymore. He didn’t feel as priviledged, as special as before.
He couldn’t stop questioning what your relationship truly was.
Just like Kirishima, he started semi-officially considering you as a friend at the middle of your first year. You weren’t difficult to tolerate and he respected you enough to let you gravitate around his team, until you definitely became part of it. You were then an extra he deemed worthy enough to count as one of his early sidekicks. But everything changed after Kamino. Or rather, after you confronted him and his conflicted self-loathing thoughts, after Kamino.
That night where you had the gutts to talk things out with him, to ignore his agressive shouts, those he used to push you away, hoping to quickly come back to his solitary crisis. That night where you saw right through his aggressive demeanor and chose to stay, because deep down, he needed it. That night where you gathered the courage to contradict him, to fight the obstinate guilt-inducing voices running him down in his head, to reassure him. The night you found the right way, the right words to help and support him.
Without a word to formalize it, that night strengthened your bond, bringing you closer than ever. That’s how you levelled up from “ordinary extra” to “respectable teammate” and then “ever unavowed best friend” in his heart.
But was that truly it?
Through the glazed wall, Bakugou watched you absently, lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t hear what you were saying to Deku, but judging by your theatrical gestures, he could guess you were playing a sort of overly cliché declaration of love. You looked ridiculous. So ridiculous that Bakugou found himself snorting a little, despite the twinge in his chest. You seemed happy. As always, he thought to himself, since you were such a smiley dork. But you seemed.. well. Truly well.
And in the end, wasn’t that all that truly mattered ?
He could stay with his questions, his thoughts and doubts, with the twinges in his stomach forever.
As long as you were happy, it was okay for him. He would deal with his inner conflicts on his own, like the big boy he was, and that would be the best for both of you.
You didn’t need to know anything. And he wouldn’t have to change a thing. He just had to act normal, like the brash and outstanding friend he was. Live his best life, working hard and excelling in everything to open his own agency and become the n°1 hero, while tolerating some moments with his classmates, including you among that bunch.
Simple. That had to be simple, right ? He lived like that since his youngest years. Yeah, he definitely could do this. He got this.
Or so he thought.
Days passed, quite the same yet different. Bakugou worked, and worked a lot, in your final classes, then in training, then in his bedroom. You’d help each other, as always, with workout and paperwork sessions. Sometimes he’d take a moment to breath, hanging out or playing with his team, before coming back to his work, or training. Classic days during which he’d share moments, tasks and talks with you, as you always did. Nothing more, nothing less.
Things seemed to go the right way. Actually, he was even pretty satisfied with the way he handled things until now. Burying his twinges and feelings wasn’t that hard, in the end.
That is, until his ears finally paid attention to the thing everyone’s been talking about since litteral weeks, the hot topic of the moment… : The Great Parade.
Why did shitty hair have to bring the topic today, after their boys team training session? Why now, while he was just starting to think he was doing well at handling his shit ?
… Well, maybe because the event was due like, tomorrow ? And maybe because that had been the girls’, then the boys’ main topic since literally two weeks , even while Bakugou ears decided to remain deaf and shut until his best friend brought the topic and forced its way through them ? It’s been two years, two years he has to put up with Denki’s never-ending jeremiads and tergiversations, whether or not he should invite Kyouka on a date… and yet he still never remember the fact that this shitty parade takes place between the 2nd and the 3rd week of March. This year, on the very first day of the second week, to be precise.
- But maaan, I don’t know, what if I’m just a good friend and that’s all, I don’t wanna ruin everything.. whined the blond, apparently decided to honour his traditional tergiversations, once again.
- You received Valentine chocolates, didn’t you ? Pointed out Sero, trying to boost his friend. So tomorrow is time to reciprocate !
- But what if they were just polite ones..
- Absolutely no one chooses a heart-shaped box for Giri choko. It was definitely an Honmei box, man.
- Yeah but what if-..
- Man, it’s the White day ! It’s definitely the perfect date, in every way! You have to ask her !
The taping hero carried on, developing his arguments to convince his friend. “Such a lucky coincidence don’t happen twice”… “ You can’t wait forever”, “You definitely have to do it tomorrow”, he argued. Or something along these lines. Actually, Katsuki weren’t really listening anymore, the chat of his friends becoming a fuzzy background brouhaha he didn’t even try to follow.
And while the boys carried on their talk, more or less proudly announcing their date plans for the next day, Katsuki’s mind remained stuck on one sentence, exactly five words pronounced minutes earlier.
“It’s the White day!”
Damn.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced, images, visions flooding his mind and soul. The visions of your moments with Deku.
Collecting his memories, his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together… And it clicked.
So that was what the chit-chat, the notes, the whispers, mysteries and secret stuff were all about. You surely were planning your White Day with Deku.
In the end, that didn’t change anything to your situation. You were dating Deku. That was it, and that was all. He already knew that, after all. He had accepted it.
But then, why did he feel his gut clench when Flat Face mentioned the White day ? Why did he feel his heart twinge at the thought of you and Deku going to the Parade together ? Just, what was that pang in his chest ? He thought he had accepted, swallowed it. He thought he was done with–
- And you, Kacchan~ ?
Dunce face’s voice suddenly pulled him from his unexpected introspection.
- You gonna ask Y/L/N-chan ?
As if he needed that kind of dumb question right now.
- Haaa? You really thought I’d go to such a shitty event ? What kind of fool did you take me for, Dunce ?! He instinctively answered, his usual frown on his face.
- C'mon, dude! You don’t need to be shy about it, you two are just so obvious it hurts !
- Look who’s talking! Sneered Sero.
- I am not that flagrant! He looks at her like a lovesick fool, I swear ! Didn’t you see it ?!
- I wouldn’t say that if I–
- Oi oi.. Just say that again Dunce face ? The explosive hero answered, sparks popping from his hands.
- Guys.. Help ?
- C'MON SAY THAT AGAIN–
The team break ended up turning into a new physical exercise session, Kirishima and Sero running after Bakugou who was himself chasing after Kaminari, loud explosions threatening his backside.
Frustrated by Dunce face blind stupid questions, Katsuki barely slept that night.
Instinctively following the pathway, Bakugou progressed in his walk back to the dorms, occasionnally kicking in the stones in his way. If he was used walking back to the dorms alone, after some of his never-ending training sessions, this time, the walk felt different.
Today, every single member of his team had left to get everything ready, or get dressed for their White day date. Shitty hair apologized and left a little bit earlier than usual to take a shower, because “stinking for a first date wouldn’t be very manly”. Dunce face, who had finallygotten his shit together and made his move, wanted to stop by some shop to buy a present. And Flat face had to get back the cakes and sweet treats Sato had helped him to cook for his date. He even crossed paths with Earphones, all dressed up, visibly ready to go to her date. She seemed a little embarrassed when he caught her eye, nodding. Maybe she wanted to go discreetly. Maybe she was shy about it.
He wondered if you would be shy about it too. If you were* shy about it too , his brain corrected. It wasn’t like you weren’t already dating someone… Or at least planning to date someone.
Speaking about the devil, he just passed Deku coming the other way, mumbling his plans for tonight.
“ Coffee-shop, then the parade, then the fireworks, then the park… Or was it the reverse ? Y/L/N-chan said that there was enough for two dates and that we’ll see on site, but… ”
He couldn’t hear the end of the green-haired boy mumbles, yet what he had been able to catch was already enough to get on his nerves. In the past, he probably would have blown him up for that. But past was past. He wasn’t that immature brat anymore. He had grown up and learned, learned to cooperate, learned to understand and help others, learned to contain himself.
And yet, there was still one thing, that one thing that was just beyond his abilities : Giving up. Giving up on his dreams. Giving up on what he wanted. Giving up on..
- Y/N-chaaaan! See you tomorroow!
Racoon-eyes’ voice pulled him out of his thoughts, urging him to raise his head and look up from the stones on his way.
There you stood, visibly back from your own training session: probably swimming one, judging by the wet towel sticking out of your bag. From his distance, he could admire how the sunset was floodlighting you, illuminating your face while highlighting your silhouette. And despite the meters between you, he was still able to distinguish how its warm colours danced in your hair, tinting them in so many different shades. He even noticed your damp tips, confirming him you indeed had been swimming. The sky was clear, but even if this year temperatures seemed warmer than usual, the atmosphere remained quite chilly, especially at the end of the day. You didn’t see to care, though. That didn’t really surprise him, yet Katsuki couldn’t help but notice this kind of things. How brave, strong and tough you were, among so many other things.
- Minaaaa-chaaan! Yeah, see you ! Have fun, and don’t forget any detail, you’ll have to tell me everything tomorrow!
- Yeah, and you too!
- Ha ha, yeah yeah, sure you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
You weren’t really looking forward to telling them how your best friend rejected you two weeks before the end of your year. Really, you could wait for that. Maybe they would forget it. Maybe their date will be so awesome that they’ll forget that you planned to confess tonight. Yeaaaah… maybe ?
- As if Mina would forget something like that.. You whined for yourself, a sigh escaping your lips as your arms dropped, dangling.
- Forget something like what ?
You jumped, surprised by the unexpected question of your unexpected best friend.
- Bakugou ! You startled me !
- Yeah, think I saw that’.
You frowned, wrinkling your nose at his teasing. It was often like that, between you two. Always teasing each other, the fool frowning, grumbling or shouting in a more or less fake fury while the tease smirked, laughed or ran for their life ~~(a situation surprisingly not always reserved to your case, since Bakugou sometimes ended up playing along, letting you chase him when you were alone~~. After all, he kinda liked being chased by you. But that’s a secret)~~.
- So? What’s the thing Racoon eyes’ is supposed to forget ?
- A bet. Sort of.
But anyway ! You were coming back from your boys band training ? You teased him, gently punching his shoulder to distract him from your sudden change of topic.
Will the great Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight grant me the honour of walking back with him ? You theatrically asked, trying to reinforce your composure by joking around.
Always, he thought, his mushiness taking his own brain aback. Just, what was wrong with him ?!
- Tsk, maybe, he said, resuming his walk to put up a bold front, hoping it would help to cope with, or at least cover the mess of his brain and heart.
Taken aback by his plain answer, you just stood there, puzzled and rooted to the spot, watching his back move away in the distance while replaying his word in your head.
It was a simple word. A plain “Maybe”. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing to worry anyone else. Yet this answer made you stress a little more over what you wanted to tell him. Not because he teased you back with his answer. But because he didn’t tease you back enough.
Something felt… off. Something was definitely wrong and you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Maybe today wasn’t the right day, after all ? Maybe you should wait for another chance.
It was not like these were your very last days of life together, after all. Not like you weren’t exactly 17 days away from the end of your student years. Not like most of you were gonna part ways to start up their own agencies, after the graduation ceremony. Nooo. Not at all. You weren’t two weeks away from your very last chance to confess to your best friend and tell him what he truly meant to you, before he probably decided to travel overseas to surpass All Might. Absooolutelynot.
How convenient denial can be, sometimes, the pragmatic part of your own brain sneered at you. But you preferred not thinking about it, quickly opting to join him in his walk.
- So!… You began, a bit short of breath after hopping to catch up with his him. How was it?
Lost in his thoughts, or more accurately trying to get a grip on his inner mess, Katsuki took some solid 10 seconds to hear, then to process your words.
How was it ? How was what ?
His non-existent night of sleep?
His pseudo-talks with his team, which sounded more like a competition about who would have the best date tonight ? Or his brief yet infuriating encounter with Deku, mumbling about the date you had been planning since literal weeks?
- I mean, not only your training with the boys, but your whole training day, at the agency ?
Oh. His day. Training, patrol, reports, paperworks, workout. Things like that. Of course you meant it that way. That was a fucking logic and classic question.
- ’t was fine. Patrolled with the sidekicks. We had to handle a bunch of trifle-villains, a couple of robbers and we evacuated a building partially destroyed by one of the villains.
- A not so bad one, if he was able to destroy anything under your watch.
- Was an accident. He actually destabilized a crane which ended up falling on the building.
- I see. No victims, I guess
- Of course not. Were no match for us. The budding hero instinctively answered, his signature smirk on his prettyface.
His answer made you smile. Not because he was bragging : he always was, it was as natural as breathing for him. You were used to it and kinda liked that part of his brash personality. His answer didn’t make you smile because he was the best. But because he was better. Better at cooperating. Better at saying “us” than “me”, “we” than “I”. Better at including others, his team, in the glory and credit he once used to claim for himself. Better in so many things. A better hero, and a better person. And you were really proud, proud and happy of being able to witness his blossoming as such.
Peeping out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki noticed and secretly took in the sight of your smile, wondering what caused it.
- What’s so funny ?
- Nothing ! I’m listening, I swear, carry o-
- Spit it out. You were snorting.
- I wasn’t ! I was smiling to myself !
- For what ?
- Do I really need a reason to smile whー. You stopped middle-sentence, blessing the inner sirens that suddenly wailed in your head. You almost blurt it out. You almost let this “when I’m with you” come out of your mouth of its own will, right from your heart. Thanks lord you didn’t finish that sentence.
Katsuki, as for him, didn’t feel as relieved as you were, taking your silence for a secret he did and didn’t want to know at the same time. Were you smiling thinking about Deku and your.. your evening with him ? Were you smiling for Deku ?
Were you dating Deku ?
He knew it. He just knew the answer to that question. Yet he just couldn’t pluck up the courage to simply ask you.
Because, deep inside, hidden behind all his pragmatic, down-to-earth and objectifying walls, deep in his heart, a small voice never ceased fanning the embers of his hope, noting and taking in every single positive interactions between you, as brief and little as it was. Every smile. Laugh. Shared knowing looks. Every touch. Every text.
These were all the things the little voice in his heart would cling to and talk about to keep his hopes alive.
But in the end, would it be right ?
Maybe not.
-I’m just happy you had a great day, that’s all. You quickly corrected, pouting to hide the blush tinting your cheeks.
Surely not.
In the end, he had to be ready to hear it. Even if he didn’t want to.
- Sure as hell you worked and did a lot too. He answered evasively, mostly to keep the conversation going. If he was sincerely interested in your life, always finding devious means to encourage you to talk about your thoughts and day ~~(which meant, in his language, teasing and provoking you to trigger one of your extraordinarily long and passionate speech about something you would fight anyone for)~~, this time his mind nor heart weren’t really there, which explained the pat answer.
- It was a kinda big day for me too, I have to admit. We worked on our support formation, in evacuation and back up simulations. It was intense !
You took a moment to relate your day, narrating every single moment as if you were reliving it. Listening to the sound and variation of your voice, Bakugou tried to let go of his thoughts, focusing on your intonations rather than the turmoil of his head. He almost succeeded, actually, nodding, humming and passing comments here and there.
- A big day, uh.
- Yeah, definitely ! Seems like we both worked a lot.
Bakugou let out an assenting hum, before silence fell back on you.
It was now, or never.
- That’s why… You started hesitantly. You knew this sentence was like a slope : the first steps would be okay and at the second you’d start to think that you were handling it, you’d rush downhill, unable to turn back. And that, just like in a steep slope, you could mess up and stumble, tumble down the hill at any moment. You just hoped you wouldn’t break anything in the process. In the end, that really was all you asked.
- That’s why, you gulped, picking up your sentence, I think I’ll skip our report and paperwork session for today.
That was it.
That was the moment you were both dreading for.
For you, the moment you’d tell him you’d like to go to the Parade with him. The very first, yet already meaningful step towards your confession.
For him, the moment you’d tell him you would miss your usual shared work session, because you planned to go to the parade with Deku.
And that’s the moment he knew he just couldn’t accept it. The moment the little voice in his chest changed into a real, sincere cry from the heart, shattering his walls, silencing his rational thoughts, pulsing sheer adrenaline in his veins.
Fuck his brain and his “You’ll get over it” thoughts. Fuck the “Let’s be rational, they’re obviously flirting”, the “already too late”, and the “that’s better this way”.
Since when had he been thinking like such a loser? When did he start thinking about giving up without even trying ? Without putting up a good fight ? Just, when did he start thinking about giving up ? Giving up on you, on top of that. It wasn’t like he was giving up his lunch or movie seat. He was giving up his place in your life, his place in your heart.
And he really thought he could just, step aside for someone else ? And watch them be there, standing by your side, taking place in your heart, and applaud everything from afar like the fool he would be ?
How dumb he was. Dumb and deaf, deaf to his own heart now furiously beating in his chest, mind, in his whole soul. But he heard it, now. He was even hearing it so well that his sound and voices overcame everything, muffling the sound of your voice, still playing in the background. You were probably trying to contextualize your confession, struggling to find the words to explain and justify why you wanted to take your evening off.
~~And that’s exactly what you were doing, but not in the way he was imagining it~~.
He didn’t know. Actually, he was more speculating than really listening to the content of your speech, his brain and being currently busier processing his denial and general feelings.
Since when had he been… ? Since Kamino ? Maybe. Since Jaku ? Perhaps.
Without ever clearly admitting it to himself, he always knew, or rather felt that he enjoyed your presence. Your logical presence in UA, your respectable presence in this class, your pleasant presence in his team, then your likeable and comforting presence in his life.
When did these adjectives start to evolve ? He didn’t really know.
- Sorry if this sounds all of sudden, I was so caught up in scheduling, organization and all that I didn’t really know if I could allow myself some free time for tonight.
What he knew was that he enjoyed every single stupid moment with you, as fleeting and ordinary as it can be. The training sessions where you’d tease him non-stop, trying his verylimited patience till he lost it, starting to chase after you to make you pay for it. The time where he discovered that his smallest sparks were excellent tickling weapons, making you scream so loud people thought he was torturing you for real. The infuriating times where you’d suddenly soak him head to toe, just for fun, which ended up helping him to speed up his heating process just to pursue you quicker. The times where you’d fall asleep on his desk at the end of some of your late paperwork sessions, a voice in his chest urging him to cover you with one of his blanket and let you snooze there. And vice versa, the times where he’d end up snoozing a little, resting his head on your lap after one of your big work out sessions. Your desperate and obstinate attempts to play the drums like him. And his fakely bored ~~yet deep down sincerely interested~~ attempts to do stuff like you. The cooking fights. The game fights. The co-op times. Everything.
Absolutely every stupid second in your company.
- But, I’ve been thinking about it, and…
When did he start falling for you ? He didn’t know.
But what he knew for sure was that he couldn’t let you finish this sentence. He couldn’t let you go. Not with Deku. Not with anyone else.
He never accepted to be a second player, after all. And he wouldn’t start now. Not with you. Not when the prize to win was a place beside you.
He wanted to be the n°1 in your eyes, in your heart. And if he really couldn’t be, he at least wanted you to know that youwere n°1 in his heart.
The realization made him stop in his tracks, fist clenched, trembling.
That was selfish. He knew it. That had been the reason of his weeks-long silence and denial.
But as he watched your figure move away in the reddening sunset, he knew he just couldn’t let you go.
He just couldn’t let you finish this sentence. Not without telling you. Not without trying to.
- You know, there’s this event, the, the Parade tonight and I wanted to ー…
- Don’t go with him. He cut you off, making you realize he wasn’t walking beside you anymore. Bewildered, you slowly turned around, looking at him in confusion.
- Don’t go with… ?
- With stupid Deku. He blurted out, head low, fists clenched.
But he couldn’t deliver his next sentence like that.
So he took a breath and raised his head, staring deep into your eyes, a deep yet sincere expression on his face.
-Go with me instead.
A cool wind was picking up, some of its soft breezes playing around your head, dancing in your hair and whispering in your ears. But you wouldn’t pay attention to their murmurs. Not when your head and mind were already full of confused thoughts, each and every of them revolving around a sole sentence. 4 little words pronounced with the deepest determination in the world, each word being emphasized by a pair of shining orbs, like two rubies lit up by the sunlight… or maybe emotions ?
- Wait … What ?
Did you think that out loud ? Shit. You surely did, considering the sudden twitch of his brows.
You had to clarify things, before imagining things, raising false hopes or hurting him unintentionally.
- Bakugou… Are you asking me out?
Yes. Yes he was. Even if he already knew your answer. Yes, he was asking you out.
But even as he braced for the shock, getting ready to listen to the confirmation he dreaded to hear, even as his heart was already clenching at his expected rejection, a little part of him was still hoping, helping him to put up his classic brash front, despite his trembling heart.
- Hell what if I am ?
For a brief moment, he caught you smiling to yourself, and couldn’t help but wondering why. Why this smile. Why now.
His heart was about to explode, and you were smiling. You really were impossible.. But damn, he liked that. He really, deeply liked that. Because it was a part of you.
Before he could analyse you any longer, you started walking towards him, cutting off his reflections. You walked unhesitatingly, this same smile still on your face. A smile he couldn’t decipher, but secretely admired instead.
- Well… I don’t have any money on me, but… You whispered, smiling mischievously as you stood on your tip-toe to reach his face. - Consider this as my 5 ¥, you softly murmured to his ear, before gently planting a kiss on the corner of his cheek.
Wait, what ? He, you -
It was Katsuki’s turn to bug, struggling to get a grip on what was happening there.
You. Kissed his cheek. And it wasn’t a “Sorry, I don’t like you this way” kiss, as he was expecting it.
It was a knowing, a conniving kiss. A winkingone.
A kiss that said “I’m in.” And more importantly… A 5¥ kiss. Which meant you…
- You got me. I was trying to ask you the same thing.
Suddenly, a wave of mixed feelings overwhelmed Katsuki. Pride, relief, coyness… Happiness, excitement..And such a misunderstanding feeling.
- And before you ask, I’m half-sorry but… I never planned on going to the parade with Deku. I haven’t coached him since literal weeks to end up taking Ochaco’s place. And he was.. sort of advising me for my own date plans, too… You explained, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed at the idea he could have mistaken that for some kind of flirt.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced, images flooding his mind again. Once again, his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together… And it clicked. For real, this time.
It was just such a big misunderstanding.
But it was for the best.
- Tsk, we’ll have to test those plans of yours, then. See if they’re worth it. He answered, his typical brash smirk back on his face. I’ll see you at 7 p.m.
And without even waiting for your answer, he left, as if it was nothing. As if his heart wasn’t about to burst with joy and excitement. As if he hadn’t just made the biggest step to win his place in your life.
In the end, he should seriously think of paying Deku back for that one.
Warnings: language, typical bakugou behavior just a little more feral
WC: 1172
Your widened eyes scanned over the figure, from head to toe. He was taller than you, much taller than you. Had to be a good 8 ft, maybe even a little more. What caught your attention were its eyes. Its irises were blood red, while its sclera was pitch black. They were the colors of nightmares and war. Despite the dark association, you couldn’t help but think they were beautiful. Surrounding its eyes was a lighter shade of black, not gray per se but more of a licorice black. The color outlined its face like a mask, filling in its area. Your eyes moved to the side. With this angle, you could see part of its back, and oh boy, were you not prepared to see it. Trailing along its back were spines. The spikes were multicolored, black with tips of red on them. They weren’t really long, but they were sharp as if one placement of your finger would cut you and cause blood to pool. Your eyes squinted as you took notice of a bright light behind him that was pulsating, going in and out as it looked like it was flickering. You could see chunks of some type of metal from the light radiating from it. Was that a… spaceship? You gulped nervously.
Your face pales as the figure is standing right in front of you, gripping the bat, mid-swing, to the point where it caves in on itself. “What. The. Fuck,” you think to yourself.
sypnosis: bakugou has his own way of bullying the reader.
warning(s) &tag(s):dumbification, bimbofication, degradation, spitting, unprotected sex, breeding, dacryphillia, cursing, rough sex, airhead!reader, katsuki is so mean :(
pairing(s):bakugou katsuki x reader
word count: 2.6k
Katsuki has just about fucking had it with you today. Bopping around the entire campus like you owned the damn place in a sorry excuse for a skirt that was so short it blatantly was violating the dress code handbook given to all students at orientation. Surely if you bent over your panties would be on full display to every lucky soul standing behind you. But you didn’t give that much thought when you purchased it, you never give anything much thought, do you? You thought the piece of clothing would go perfectly in your wardrobe.
Katsuki was certain that there was not one thought of substance floating in that pretty little head of yours. He watched in spite as you mindlessly sucked on a cherry lollipop while you drew little doodles in the corner of your paper. You had an over the top pink and fuzzy pen that seemingly summed up your personality pretty well. The gloss on your lips still pristine as your plump lips continued to wrap around the candy.
Your eyes lifted from your notebook momentarily to examine the classroom briefly. The boredum was prominent on your facial features and reflected in your slightly slouched shoulder posture. That was until you locked eyes with a certain spiky haired redhead. A smile spread wide across your plump lips causing the redhead to return the gesture. You mindlessly set down your pen and your hand found its way to the ends of your hair twirling a few strands around your pointer finger. This isn’t a new thing for you either, you always seemed to have new arm candy every week.
Katsuki’s blood boiled as he watched you giggle and make googly-eyes at Kirishima so shamelessly in the middle of class. Come to think of it, you’ve been all over the redhead recently, and it didn’t sit right with Katsuki at all. To put it simply: he was jealous, but he’d never admit that. Maybe he does go about his interest a little unorthodox, but he does have feelings for you nonetheless.
A/N : Guess what’s back!!! Ignore the ‘Conversation Not Real’ at the top, it is real for the sake of the story pahah. Also wandering*** not wondering oops.
But they always say that first loves don’t work out. Bakugou learnt this in the fall of his high school years, when the girl he had childishly loved for the past five years disappeared.
He didn’t know where or why. He didn’t know anything. You had simply just disappeared after a short school break, and none of your friends knew anything. None of the teachers at UA knew either, and soon you were labelled as a missing person.
He had tried so desperately to find you, but by the mark of a few months, his memories of you were confined to his restless nights. No one talked about you around him, he knew the pitiful looks his peers gave him. He held on to the hope that you were out there, alive and safe, whilst he flipped through a diary of yours they had found in your home, given to him after the police had determined there was nothing in there that would’ve been help to the investigation.
You were beautiful, so special, innocent, loving.
Not the hatred filled eyes that stared back at him, the lips that curled up wickedly as you slowly held the blade across another hero’s throat.
“Ground Zero!” someone shouted, trying to bring him back to the current situation. Yet their voice faded into the background as Bakugou refused to even lose the slightest bit of attention he had on you, his gaze burning into you as you looked back at him
There was your smile again! The bright grin you’d flash him every day as you greeted him in the mornings. Or was it the cocky grin you’d give him whenever you scored more than him on the written tests during school or when you beat him at a game. It was pleasant and warm. It wasn’t the monstrosity that stared back at him.
It wasn’t her. He tried to convince himself, repeating your name over and over again in his head as he opened his mouth to speak. The name he held ever so dear to him felt so foreign as it left him mouth in a small whisper.
“Y/N…?”
You tilted your head slightly to the side, pursing your lips as you slowly slid the blade across her throat, stepping back as she fell limp to the ground. “Sorry, I don’t go by that name anymore.” you said, before turning sharply on your heel.
“Wait Y/N!” he called out, running towards you before finding himself slowing to a halt in front of the hero’s bleeding body. He felt his knees crumple, falling down as he turned slowly to look down at her. He heard people rushing around and the sirens of an ambulance approaching but his eyes fixated on the trail of blood seeping away from her wound.
“It isn’t your fault Ground Zero.” he heard another voice say, a hand placed gently on his shoulder as the woman was taken away on a stretched.
“I… I couldn’t save her.” he said quietly, staring blankly at the dark stain on the floor as the person sighed.
“As unfortunate as this sounds, it isn’t uncommon for causalities to happen in such a field of work as yours.”
Their words brought him no comfort. Of course he felt guilt for the woman who’s blood he was looking at, but he felt so utterly numb. He couldn’t save you. The girl who had helped him so much on his way to becoming a hero had turned their back on him. The sole reason he had managed to even get through school was now his biggest enemy.
You was his weakness, and they too must’ve known by now.
Another life had been taken because he had failed at his job. What was the point of being a top hero if he couldn’t even save another person, let alone the girl he loved.
But deep down he knew he wasn’t in love with you. He wasn’t. In the back of his mind, the facts kept screaming out at him. He was a top hero for god’s sake yet one glimpse of you had reduced him to nothing. The girl he had once known was non existent, he couldn’t ever get her back. But the hope that maybe you’d come back to his side consumed him.
After all, he was too enamoured with the memories of you to face the truth
A/N : I forgot to save my first draft ahhhh, so now I have to rewrite it :(
Hope you enjoy!
As soon as lessons had finished, everyone rushed to their respective friends, chatting away as a few curious eyes darted toward the new girl.
Bakugou walked up to her desk, his bag already packed and slung over his shoulder. She looked up at him with a small smile. “What is it?”
“Are you not going to pack away?” he grumbled, giving her a look of confusion and she sat still in her seat.
“I don’t see the need to rush.” she replied quietly, starting to gather her pen and books.
“Well if you don’t hurry up and train then you won’t be able to beat those losers.” he declared, grabbing the remaining few textbooks off her desk and stuffing them into her book bag.
“Shall we go?” he asked, raising and eyebrow at her, to which she pursed her lips and nodded.
“Is Bakubro ditching us again?” Kirishima wondered aloud as he watched the two leave the classroom together.
“Yeah, it feel kinda quiet without his constant noise.” Kaminari piped up, a small frown on his face.
“Well I’m sure he’ll join us again soon.” Mina cheered, giving the boys both a smile before looping her arms around their necks. Sero watched from the side with a smile before suggesting that they too should start training soon.
Together the four walked back to the dorms, spotting the two ahead. It was mainly Bakugou who spoke, Y/N nodding in response, occasionally letting out a small reply.
“And your hero work?” he inquired, pushing open the dorm doors and walking to the stairs, her trailing behind him.
“I’m due to start again next week.” she answered. “I guess they’ll call me whenever and pull me out of class. Kind of a bother to be honest.”
“Do you not want to attend school?” he peered back over his shoulder, slowing down his pace so she could walk up the stairs next to him.
“I just don’t really see the point.”
“Why?”
“Well I’m already a pro hero aren’t I?” Her tone was soft yet her replies were sharp and to the point.
“What about middle school? What did you do then?”
“I was home schooled.“
He nodded in reply, unlocking his room and entering. She followed and closed the door behind her, setting her bag down on the floor next to his desk.
“So training?” she asked.
“Yeah. Better to do something productive than stay cooped up in your room all day.” he said. “Did Midnight bring any sports clothes?”
“No.” she shook her head, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as she watched him run around trying to sort things out for her.
“Here, you can borrow some of mine for now.” he said, pulling out a pair of joggers and a old t shirt. He placed them in her hands and watched as her eyes looked them over continuously. “They’re clean I promise.” he grumbled.
She nodded, content, before walking over to the bathroom, locking the door and getting changed. Although half way through putting the shirt on, her reflection caught her eye. Large ugly lines littered her body, each surrounded by a slightly darker hue that only accented the eyesore. She felt her breath hitch at the sight, tracing each scar with her eyes before she felt her eyesight go blurry with tears.
A knock on the door took her out of her trance, a squeak escaping her mouth in response.
“Have you fallen into the toilet or something?” Bakugou shouted from outside.
“Wait, I’m nearly done.” she responded, hastily pulling the top down and gathering up her neatly folded school uniform in her arms, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping back into his bedroom.
“God woman, you took forever.” he muttered before pointing to a rather large plastic box set next to the wall at the end of his bed. “You can keep your stuff in there if it helps.”
She crouched down and eyed the box for any trace of dust, a small hum showing she was happy before placing down her uniform in the corner.
“You have a few more stuff to put away right?” he spoke up, sighing for dramatic effect.
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“I’ll go downstairs and fill up up our water, come down when you’re done and lock the door.” She once again nodded and he turned to leave the room. “And hurry up.”
“Alright thanks.” she said, hearing him say ‘no problem’ before the door clicked shut.
She hurriedly unpacked the things from the small suitcase Midnight had brought earlier, finding some neatly folded underwear, some pairs of socks and some other things. Settling them all neatly into the box, she closed down the lid, zipped up the suitcase and left the room, making sure to lock the door before walking down the hallway to the stairs.
She pondered about the blonde. She felt no ill intent from him or his words. He was simply harsh and abrasive, a little rough in his social skills but that didn’t mean he was a bad person in any way. She had picked up on his way to try and comfort her, something she was very grateful for. He even went as far to reassure her every time she wondered if something was dirty or not.
“Y/N right?” a voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to see a black haired girl walking towards her. “I’m Yaoyorozu but you can just call me Momo, it’s nice to meet you.” she smiled.
She returned the gesture with a small smile and a ‘it’s nice to meet you too’ before asking the other girl if she needed something.
“No not really.” Yaoyorozu said, pausing before continuing with a “I was just wondering why you don’t use the lift?”
“I wasn’t aware there was a lift.” She answered truthfully. “But it’s alright, I could do with a little more exercise lately.”
Yaoyorozu giggled at her comment. “I’m sure you don’t.” she said. “Where are you going? I could perhaps accompany you.”
“I’m just going downstairs to the common room I think.”
“Alright, let’s go.” Yaoyorozu said, taking the lead as the two girls descended the stairs.
“What are you going to do today?” she asked, feeling a need to make sure the girl wasn’t alone in the afternoons, not just as the classes’ vice president but also as a friend.
“Some training with Katsuki.” she replied. The use of Bakugou’s first name had taken Yaoyorozu back, despite her seeing their constant interactions during the school hours.
“Are you two close?” she asked. To pry into someone’s personal life wasn’t something she would normally do, however curiosity was getting the better of her.
Y/N hummed in response as they turned around the corner. She was slightly stuck with having a conversation with someone her age. She didn’t know what they would talk about, or what type of responses would satisfy the other person, however Yaoyorozu was the one directing the conversation and she was grateful that the girl had struck up a conversation with her.
“Not really.” she said curtly, before spotting him leaning against the wall on his phone. “Alright, I’ll see you later Yaoyorozu.”
“Momo’s fine.”
“Thank you Momo.” she bowed slightly before running off to Bakugou, who looked up from his phone.
“Took you long enough. What were you talking about with Ponytail?”
“Nothing much, just introductions.” she answered, taking one of the water bottles from him. “Thanks.”
“Whatever. Come on let’s go.”
His question was half-hearted. To be honest, he didn’t care what the two girls were talking about. God, he didn’t care half the time when people were talking to him, but for some reason the girl next to him did nothing but pipe his interest.
Whenever he saw her or thought of her, his mind would be clouded by questions. Was she okay? Why was she such a clean freak? Was his food today okay? He knew she had complimented it during lunch but his insecurities grew with along the pride that prevented him from voicing out his thoughts.
A question that rattled his mind for hours on end was what did she think of him?
She was utterly thankful. She had voiced her thanks the previous night, but not even words could describe the happiness she felt when she was with her first out-of-hero-work friend. She was elated, although it was hard to tell from her short replies and seemingly uninterested persona. She was so grateful
