#bakugou katsuki

I saw the new bnha ovas and the scenes with Bakugo and Todoroki made me want to draw their son again ✨

‪I finally gave a name to my tdbk child OC, his name is Ichigo bc he’s literally a strawberry ‬

‪…I have no fantasy I know.‬

teacher edition !

all might / toshinori yagi :
- is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it )
- uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror
- forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )

present mic / hizashi yamada :
- makes his own songs / cover songs
- lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all )
- has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair

eraserhead / aizawa shouta :
- wears glasses
- got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, )
- had a pet hamster called momo when he was little

mr. principal / nezu :
- is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster
- he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, )
- never finds his shoesize in the adults section

midnight / nemuri kayama :
- only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily
- has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk
- got heartbroken many times,,,,

thirteen :
- often gets misgendered, because of her costume
- is considered scary when it comes to her quirk
- is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture

ectoplasm :
- super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers )
- draws smiley faces on good tests
- has a good fashion style but fails to show it

( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)

if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !

-ann !!

Anyways we know this is how it’s gonna go

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Reader: Gender Neutral
Character:Katsuki Bakugou
Rating: G
Summary:It was colder than you expected.  
Warning:Fluff, Bickering
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January ripped through the city like nothing else. The cold hit with a force and it felt like it was never going to end. You thought that your jacket was going to keep you warm, but as soon as you exited your home, there was a chill that ran up your spine. 

As the snow pelted down on you, you wrapped your arms around yourself and shivered. You trudged through the snow and slowly made your way to campus. 

  “Fuck. Fuck.” You grumbled to yourself as you crossed the street and passed Bakugou who was also walking to U.A.

He picked up on your grumbling to yourself and slowed down his pace to be in in time with yours. He looked at you curiously and asked, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  “Nothing, Katsuki. I’m fine.” You said as you blushed a little. You might have had a slight crush on Bakugou, but you weren’t going to let him know that.

He grabbed you by the jacket arm and said, “Nothing? You’re shivering you idiot.” 

You got out of his grasp and said, “I’m fine.”

He rolled his eyes and said, “You’re cold. Or are you just that dumb?” 

You shot him a look and tried to move ahead, “I’m fine, Katsuki. I’ll make it to school without frostbite.” You blushed further as you tried to stomp through the snow. Another shiver ripped through you and he noticed. 

  “I don’t get cold, so you’ll be warm with my jacket.” He said.

  “I can’t take your jacket, Katsuki.” You said as you rubbed your shoulders to keep you warm. You trudged through the snow, trying to out pace him but the high snow prevented that. 

He rolled his eyes, and shrugged off his jacket, leaving him in his undershirt and long sleeved uniform shirt. He threw the jacket over your shoulders and said, “Shut up and take it.” 

You slid off your backpack and put the jacket on over your already worn jacket. And managed tog et your bag back on despite all the bulk. You felt significantly warmer. 

  “Thanks, Katsuki.” You thanked as you looked at him. 

  “Just don’t tell anyone, got it? I don’t want them thinking I’m soft or some shit. give it back to me by the end of the day, got it? I don’t feel like hunting you down.” He warned as he started to pick up his pace and walk through thr heavy snow. 

You noticed that he didn’t even flinch at the cold or shiver as he walked ahead of you. You guessed he really didn’t get that cold. 

When he was slightly ahead of you, you put your nose into the collar on the jacket and inhaled the soft caramel scent. Maybe borrowing the coat for a day wasn’t such a bad idea. 

Reader: Gender Neutral
Character:Katsuki Bakugou
Rating: G
Summary:Bakugou is injured and you have to take care of him. 
Warning: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
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  “Ouch, ouch. Fuck, stop!” Bakugou yelped as you applied new bandages onto his back. He was laid stomach down on to your bed as you applied them onto his back. 

  “I need to get these on you.” You reminded him as you stuck more of the bandages onto his skin, you covered the marks left behind from the last villain. 

  “They hurt.” He groaned. 

  “You’ll live.” You reminded him, “So hold still.” 

Bakugou had been attacked by someone with a fire quirk, someone he hadn’t seen before. And in the process of fighting him, he got burned across his back and shoulders. 

After he left the hospital, you were tasked with helping him with his injured while he recovered. He couldn’t reach that far across his back to put the bandages on correctly.

You tried to be careful with your placement of the bandages, but sometimes it was hard because you had to rip one off before you put another on.

But Bakugou grinned and bore through it for you. He knew you were just trying to help. Ever since going pro, he had a bit more patience with people. But especially with you.

  “How do you feel now? I added the gel to the bandages.” You remarked as you rubbed a part of his back that wasn’t burnt.

  “Better.” He sighed against the mattress. 

  “Good.” You said as you kissed him on the shoulder, “Do you want some lunch?”

  “That sounds pretty good.” Since getting hurt and unable to go back to work for a while, he hadn’t been eating as much. You helped him up and led him to the kitchen. 

He stood by while you microwaved some leftovers from the night before. Something simple, beef, rice and vegetables with a bit of sauce. Nothing too complicated. 

  “It smells good.” He remarked as he leaned over to you. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your hair, “You smell good too.”

You chuckled and looked up to kiss him on the lips. When the microwave turned off, you plated the food and he helped you carrying the plates to the table. 

You sat across from each other, worried crossed your expression as you saw Bakugou wince as he sat down.

  “Are you okay?” You asked, “Does it still hurt?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, I guess. Sometimes if I sit weird, it hurts.” 

You reached across the table and rubbed his bandaged hand, “I promise you’ll be better soon.” And then gave him a small smile.

He smiled slightly at you and nodded his head, “You’re right.”

As he picked at his rice, he kept his gaze levelled with yours. You just looking at him and smile. No one took care of him the way that you took care of him.

  “I love you.” He said.

You broke into a grin, “I love you too, Katsuki.” 

Bakugou knew that he was always able to rely on you. Because he loved you and you loved him. 

Reader: Gender Neutral
Character:Katsuki Bakugou
Rating: G
Summary:You and Katsuki give each other stick n’ pokes during winter break.
Warning:Fluff, Tattoos
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“Close your eyes. It’ll hurt less, that way.” He said.

  “This is going to hurt.” You groaned as you leaned against his bed frame. It was about two o’clock in the morning on your last day of winter break. 

You were curled up in a sleepover with Bakugou and he had the brilliant idea to do some stick n’ pokes on each other. You did a couple on his legs where they would be covered by his pants and boots and a small star on his wrist. It was his turn to put some on you. 

  “Stop being such a baby, I’m only going to do one.” He said.

You whined and shuffled further back on the bed. You were such a baby when it came to pain, you could dole out all kinds of pain when it came to your hero work, but when it came to receiving it. You acted like it was the end of the world.

He crawled further up the bed, with the needle in hand, “I’m only going to put the explosion emoji on your thigh.” 

  “Why the fucking explosion emoji.” 

  “So everyone knows you’re mine.” He said with a smirk. 

You huffed and scooted forward towards him and splayed out your exposed legs. You were in just a pair of simple briefs that rode up exposing the tops of your thighs. 

  “Perfect.” He smiled as he went in and started to poke at the skin, “Keep your eyes shut, babe.”

You rolled your head back and shut your eyes. You clutched the covers and hissed a little at the feeling. It was odd and slightly hurt. 

He worked with careful hands, having outline the symbol on your thigh earlier. 

  “We’re going to get in so much trouble for this.” You chuckled.

  “No one will see it, unless you’re pulling your pants down for other guys.” His eyes casted up to you.

You stuck your tongue out, “Yeah fucking our entire class.”

He rolled his eyes, like you’d ever cheat. You two were attached at the hip, you were the only two people you two could tolerate. Everyone else was getting in the way of your goals. But you were a little softer with your best friend Kirishima than Bakugou was. Regardless you and the blonde were a team. 

When he finished he said, “Open your eyes.” You did so and looked down at it, seeing the skin etched into your skin. You moved your thigh a little bit. 

  “It looks good.” You said.

  “Yeah lots of room to work with.” He remarked as he put the needle down and leaned back to admire his work. 

You stuck your tongue out once more, “Oh fuck off, Katsuki. You calling me fat.” 

He pinched your thigh, “I like my partners thick anyway.” His grin was almost feral, “I told you it wasn’t too bad. Want another, was thinking my initials beside it.”

  “Possessive fuck, give me the pen I’ll draw the next design.” You remarked as you grabbed the ballpoint pen off the bed and started working.

He smirked at you as you worked. Admiring his work some more. There was always going to be a piece of him with you even when you two couldn’t be together. 

Reader: Gender Neutral (Plus Size)
Character:Katsuki Bakugou
Rating: G
Summary:Prompt: "Sorry, I just really love wearing your sweater cause it smells like you!“
Warning:Fluff, Plus Sized Reader
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Bakugou’s jacket wrapped around you tightly as you two walked down the street. You both had the day off at U.A. and wanted to spend some time together.

You brought the collar of the jacket to your nose and sniffed it, taking in the scent of his body spray. You giggled to yourself and pulled it closer around you. 

You weren’t able to zip it up because of your chest size, but it was warm enough to wear it open and let it bring you comfort. You brought your nose to the collar again and took a deep inhale.

It brought butterflies to your stomach, you smiled to yourself as you held Bakugou’s hand with your other hand. 

At the crosswalk you did it again, and Bakugou noticed you out of the corner of his eye. He smirked to himself and asked, “Whatcha doing, babe?”

"Sorry, I just really love wearing your jacket cause it smells like you!” You yelped. You pulled your face away from the jacket and shoved your hands into the pockets of the jacket. You were obviously embarrassed. 

  “It’s okay, babe. You look cute in it anyway.” He smirked, “Shows that you’re mine.” 

You blushed and looked away from him, “Oh shut up.” 

He leaned in and kissed your neck, “I like it, babe.”

You crossed the street and entered the mall on the other side of the street. He kept his arm looped around yours as you entered and went to the food court. He likes the sight of you in his jacket. 

Your full figure suited the black and orange well. He watched you order lunch and lick your lips as you waited for the food. He couldn’t help himself and leaned in to kiss you on the lips.

  “Keep the jacket.” He said, “It looks great on you.” 

  “Katsuki, are you sure?” You asked.

He nodded and went in for another kiss, “You look amazing in it. I want to see you in it all the time.” 

You chuckled, “I can’t even zip it up.” 

  “Don’t care, just keep wearing it sweetheart.” 

  “But what if the scent goes away?” You playfully pouted. 

He kissed you again and said, “Then I’ll wear it again. Then give it back for you to look so hot in it.” 

You sniffed the collar again and held onto Bakugou’s hand. You smiled at him and leaned against him as you waited for your food. You’d keep the jacket, so you’d have a part of your boyfriend always.

codename-bewareofthefangirl:

Hi!

A few days ago I read these headcanons about the Bakugou Family by the lovely @cutekirikitty and I felt so inspired, enough to beat for a night my writer’s block. Sooooo… this is the result. I wanted to write a ff revolving around Mitsuki, that I headcanon as a very complex and beautiful mother figure. I believe she may have had a past similar to his son, especially due to her flaming personality, and I don’t believe that just because she became a mother all her issues have magically disappeared. Parenting is hard and there’s no guide to it. That’s why I love her so much. I hope you enjoy this ff as much as me!

And thank you again Cutekirikitty for reading and betaing and helping me to improve it! You were such a great inspiration and help!

Have a nice day!

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Mitsuki Bakugou, Masaru Bakugou & KiriBaku

Light Angst, Parenting, Anger Issues, Motherhood, Mother-Son Relationship, Fluff, Kiri is a Sunshine, Established Relationship, Official Introduction to the Parents

“I’m home!”

Masaru’s voice echoed through the rooms of the Bakugou’s household.

As he tiredly took off his shoes, no answer was screamed back at him. He frowned, then let out a little sigh.

Looking around as he straightened, he realized that all the lights were off; he couldn’t hear anything from the kitchen nor any other room.

Oh.

So, that was it?

He silently padded down the corridor, up the stairs and then to the bedroom he shared with his wife. Finding the door closed, he decided to knock before entering. When nobody answered, he turned the knob and quietly stepped into the dark room.

His lips stretched in a bitter-sweet smile.

There she was, Mitsuki, curled in the middle of their bed, with photos scattered around her as the light of the dying sun dyed her in red. He could only see her back but knew by heart all the telltale signs of when his wife was upset.

“I’m home…” he repeated in a murmur.

A flinch.

“…welcome back.”

“Can I sit?”

A shrug.

Satisfied with the reaction, he seated on the corner of the bed. Close enough to reach out to her in case of need, but not to suffocate her.

Mitsuki was staring at a crumpled photo in her hands, chin resting on the knees.

It brought Masaru back in times, to when they were younger. When Mitsuki was fighting with herself day by day, when she would suddenly get silent and mad and flee away from him for no apparent reason. When Masaru would wait for hours under her window to know if she was alright, when he would let her cry into his arms. When life was less complicated, and they were the only ones they had to take care of.

Masaru leaned to look at which one she was looking, even though he could sort of tell by all the wrinkles. A photo she had the habit to pick when she was angry at herself.

A young Katsuki flashed a blinding smile to the camera, holding triumphantly some flowers in his hands. There were two or three bruises on his skin.

They had gone hiking for the first time ever; well, more a walk than anything. Katsuki had been so excited about the smallest things, running wild into the woods. The scars were a badge of honor for having tripped down a slide as he tried to pick some flowers for Mitsuki. His mother hadn’t had the heart to scold him, too moved by the innocent gift.

“…wasn’t he happy?” she whispered, voice scratchy.

He could see how puffy her eyes were but made no comment.

“Yes, it’s one of my favorite photos.”

She nodded in agreement.

“It was one of the last times I genuinely complimented him wasn’t it?”

Masaru didn’t reply.

They both knew the answer.

Mitsuki was an overly proud mom.

Who could blame her?

She had a caring, honest husband she loved to death and a strong, shiny son who deserved the world. She still couldn’t believe she had been blessed with them, especially thinking of all the flaws and issues she had always harbored inside.

She had managed to do something good in the end, hadn’t she?

That’s why she had always showered Katsuki with compliments, love, and affection. Well, partially it was also to compensate for when she would lose control and let her anger burn, but she was working on it; she had already improved in comparison as to how she was during high school. But, most of all, it was because she genuinely believed Katsuki was the best child ever.

Strong, beautiful, capable, smart, confident… And with a strong quirk to match! She couldn’t count how many people had complimented her, saying her Katsuki was born to be a hero.

How could have a mother not let it go to her head? She had always been bad at control herself, at doing things with measure.

She had let it blind her.

Stupid of her, right?

Then small things had started to pile up… a harsh comment, a sentence that had made her nearly snapped, bruises on his skin, stubborn replies, an annoyed click of the tongue… Small things that should have told her what was happening, that should have made her understand. But… she didn’t want to see. Katsuki was probably the best thing it had ever happened to her and she didn’t want to accept she may have… ruined it. She wasn’t ready. She was scared. She wanted to believe they were just tantrums, that they would pass soon.

Until the truth smacked her in the face and she was left with no choice.

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hoping to get back to the drawing scheme and like properly try to improve (not this tho lol its a cool down sketch but im attempting to make finished illusts )

a couple of sketches i got to squeeze in for this year’s eijiroctober, sad i didnt get to participate much but that was around the time i had a new job and i got SUPER busy ugh

full comic for krbk hanami zine! hope u like it