Gemini Syndrome - ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader Pt.3

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Chapter Content Warnings: Alcohol Use

AN: I guess I’m on a roll? Probably gonna slow down on the updates since I got some other stuff on my plate right now. Just a quick detail that’s important for the story: The reader has an energy absorption quirk that allows kinetic energy to bounce right off her. Thats why her hero name is “Ricochet”. Writing Bakugou in a softer manner is shockingly harder than I thought LOL. I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

“Uh, Dynamight… your coffee sir…” one of his employees stood anxiously watching as Bakugou over poured his midday coffee in the top floor break room. The freshly brewed brown liquid was starting to cascade down his hands, emitting a sizzling steam. He blinked and looked down. His head was anywhere but on his shoulders today and he was acting strange. Bakugou had been like this ever since he returned home from the first week of filming. Today, however, was the day the episode aired and he was in a complete daze all day. The whole situation felt somewhat hypothetical up until the weight of people actually watching the episode hit him this morning. 

He stopped pouring and hastily put down the coffee pot, “Yeah, I knew that.” 

“Are you okay, sir? You seem a bit out of it.” His employee pressed further watching as the blonde reached for napkins to wipe away his hot drink. 

“Is (y/n) in today?” He completely ignored his inquiry and countered it with his own. 

“Miss Ricochet? She’s out on patrol right now, sir. I believe she’ll be back later tonight.” 

Bakugou grunted and left his employee to stand alone in the break room. He mentally cursed his negligence. In the early hours of the morning, his brain refused to concentrate while on his own patrol. He was out with Kirishima and Sero when some idiot villain thought it would be funny to ruin everyone’s morning commute on the nearby freeway and destroy the asphalt. The guy was flinging chunks of it at the incoming cars in attempt to kill as many people as he could. Bakugou felt like his reflexes were nearly a second too slow to deal with the situation the way he should’ve. 

When the villain was finally put into custody, Kirishima had pulled him aside and asked him if he was doing alright as well. Of course Bakugou just said it was because he slept wrong or something stupid like that. Kirishima wasn’t exactly the most perceptive, but knew when Bakugou was bullshitting him easily. Luckily, he didn’t press the issue and just dropped it. Now, he sat in his office ignoring his coffee. He didn’t even want to drink it now. His phone screen lit up with a message from the class 1-A group chat that Yaoyorozu had created for all of them to stay in contact after graduation. He usually just put his phone on do not disturb and ignored the chat, but something was telling him he better open it.

Mina: GUYS! The Masked Singer airs tonight at 8. We should totally have a watch party. Me, Denki, and Jirou are judges this season so we all gotta watch it! 

Kirishima: Hey! I’m hosting what about me?

Mina: OOPS. Yeah Kirishima is there too so we should all watch to support! 

Deku: I have time tonight. Although I might be a bit late… 

Sero: I think it’s an awesome idea. I’m done with patrols for the day so send the details when you got them. 

Todoroki: Sounds fun. 

Bakugou’s eyebrow twitched, instantly deciding he wasn’t going. If he was gonna watch the episode, it was gonna be the comfort of his own home. His phone buzzed again as more people replied and his thumb moved to mute the conversation. He stopped right above the button when he saw your name brought up.

Mina: I’m actually out on patrol with (y/n) right now. She was the other judge with us. You guys remember my bestie that works at Bakugou’s? I’m including her in the plans.

Kirishima: Definitely bring her! 

Jirou: It would be kinda rude if we didn’t I feel. 

Denki: Hell yeah! We’re getting the band back together. 

Todoroki: You guys were in a band? 

Bakugou paused for a moment. He hated that anything that would be an obvious no was suddenly not so bad if you were involved. Love was so annoying. He hated not being in control of his emotions. He had to admit though, it was thanks to you that he was able to find himself in a situation where he was able to safely explore himself unfiltered. Another message made his phone buzz, but it was in another conversation. He switched to his inbox and his eyebrow shot up ever so slightly at the sight of the notification next to your name. He tentatively opened your text to read it.

From: (Y/N) 

I know it’s kinda weird since I’m technically your subordinate but we’re hosting the watch party at my place it seems now. Mina told me you barely look at the group chat but I wanted to extend the invite anyways. 

His phone buzzed again as you sent another message. 

From: (Y/N) 

No worries if you don’t want to though! 

Bakugou paused, impatiently bouncing his leg again out of habit. He quickly typed out a response. 

To: (Y/N)

Shouldn’t you be on patrol? 

A grey bubble signaling your were typing popped up a second after his message sent.

From: (Y/N)

Breaks exist you know. You should try it sometime :P 

He actually found himself chuckling under his breath a bit, careful so no one would hear. His eyes fell on the stack of reports and paperwork he had to do. The mountain of work teased him about the long hours that await him of tedious formalities. 

To: (Y/N) 

We’ll see. 

Your pink haired friend sat at your kitchen bar watching you move about in your kitchen pulling out various bowls and glasses. You practically raided the grocery store for snacks and alcohol plus whatever sweets you thought everyone would like. Every so often Mina would update you on the group chat happenings since you left your phone to charge in your bedroom. Your apartment was a bit larger than the average one bedroom. Thanks to that sweet Dynamight money and influencer deals, you were able to upgrade your cramped studio to a comfy one bedroom in a nice complex within the two years of your move from the shore. You called your parents often, they were reluctant to leave their family home and join you on your move. Mina was the closest to family you had out in Mustafu. 

“Denki wants to know if we need anything.” Mina said through chews of the cookie she stole from the desert platter. You shook your head after some thought. 

“No, I think I got everything covered. You put the address and the apartment number in the chat right?” You asked, shaking chips into a plastic bowl. 

Mina offered a drawn out “mhm” as her fingers furiously typed away on her bedazzled phone. She suddenly placed it down on the counter and lifted her hands and begun counting on her fingers. 

“So! We got Denki, Jirou, Kirishima, Sero, Todoroki, Deku, Yaomomo, Tsuyu, Ochako, and…. that’s about it.” Mina concluded holding up a final count of nine people. 

You paused your ministrations of cutting tiny fruit for a fruit salad, “And maybe Bakugou.” 

Mina raised a brow, “So you did invite him.” 

“I did. I felt like it would be rude not to you know?” You resumed your fruit salad making which made Mina click her teeth in disapproval. 

“He never shows up to our events unless Kirishima and Denki physically break into his condo and drag him out. What did he say when you asked?” 

You shrugged, “He said he’d see. Nothing more really.” 

“He said that?”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t that be what you expect?” 

Mina’s face twisted into a slight smile, “No actually. He usually says flat out no. Or he just straight up ignored us.” 

You snorted, sounded like she was describing a cat, “Okay and?”

“And! Cmon (y/n) get with the program. He likes you!” Mina exclaimed. 

You bursted out laughing incredulously, “Okay, you’re on something. There is no way he does. He tolerates me like he tolerates Kirishima.”

“Kirishima still gets told no though.” 

“Maybe he’s nicer to women?”

“Ask Ochaco if he’s nicer to women. She’ll tell you.” Mina smirked while inspecting her nails. You bit the inside of your cheek. Mina had a point, she almost always did. The thought of you and Bakugou’s friendship being more than that was admittedly a bit scary. You never said it out loud, but you deeply admired Bakugou and his work. He was meticulous and crazy strong. So being friends while you worked for him seemed like farthest thing you could do to be close to him.

“I don’t know… don’t you think dating your coworker is a bit risky? Especially when he’s your boss?” You mused finally cutting the last bits of fruit for a perfectly balanced salad.

“Sure it can.” Mina shrugged, “But knowing Bakugou for as long as I have, if he likes you he ain’t never letting go. That’s why his friend group has hardly changed. He’s a creature of habit. As much as I hate to say it, he’s also fair. He wouldn’t punish you if things went south. If you’re in his agency it’s because he respects you.” 

Your conversation was cut short by the intercom buzzer ringing telling you both someone was here. You breathed a sigh of relief to let in whoever it was. Shortly after a knock sounded at your door and you let in Denki and Kirishima who were both dressed casually. You were so used to everyone in their hero suits that seeing someone out of it felt almost sacrilegious. 

“Nice place!” Denki commented while spinning to get a whole 360 view until ultimately joining Mina at the kitchen bar. It was seven exactly, so people would be coming soon. It was gonna be a full house and you were excited. You never had so many people over before. 

“Bakugou paying you well I see.” Kirishima gave you a brief hug while handing you a bottle of wine he no doubt picked up before getting here. You accepted it gladly. 

“Speak for yourself. I didn’t get to tell you while we were on set but you were phenomenal as the host. I almost forgot you didn’t do it full time!” You gushed prompting a dust of pink to grace the red head’s cheeks. 

He waved you off dopily, “Nah, it was nothing. I’m shocked I was so highly requested. When they emailed me I thought it was fake and didn’t respond until they called my agent.” 

The night continued on that way and the three who were there with you helped you set everything out on the coffee table you had in the living room. Ochako, Tsuyu, Jirou and Yaoyorozu showed twenty minutes later together followed by Sero three minutes after. It was a bit surreal for you to have majority of the top twenty in your living room. Not even a few years ago you sat in front of your tv watching these same people kick villain ass, wishing so badly it could be you too one day. 

“Ack! Great going, Pikachu. You spilled Tsu’s drink!” Mina reprimanded. Denki got too excited and moved his hand directly in the way of Tsuyu’s solo cup. The dark, bubbly liquid pooled on the table but luckily not on anything precious. 

You shot up from your seat, “That’s alright! I’ll get some paper towels.” 

You left hearing Denki profusely apologize to Tsuyu who merely offered a sympathetic look. After cleaning the mess, you moved to throw the towel away and wash your sticky hands. As you dried them the sound of the buzzer called your attention yet again.

“I got it!” You yelled and moved to buzz in whoever it was. You waited for the inevitable knock at your door. When you opened your door you half expected Todoroki for whatever reason, but was greeted with a freckled face. Deku stood nearly a foot taller than you. You’ve seen what he looked like when he graduated: a shy child with fluffy green hair. However, just like most power types, years of hard work and fights had matured his exterior. His hair was a little shorter now and the sides were shaved. His chest and shoulders had broadened and his t-shirt sleeves looked like they were a flex away from bursting. 

“U-Um, (Y/N), right?” Deku rubbed the back of his neck. He held a purple bag in his hand with a bakery name stamped in gold on the side, “Sorry I’m a bit late. I was visiting my mom since I hadn’t seen her in a long time. I stopped at the bakery and brought some pastries on the way so I wouldn’t be empty handed.” 

“O-Oh! You shouldn’t have! We have plenty already, but thank you. I’m sure they’re delicious.” You took the bag from his hand and stepped aside so he could come in. Your knees were feeling weak again. 

The number two hero and All Might’s successor is in my apartment and he bought me pastries, your brain was spiraling a bit. In concept you knew he was coming. It was different seeing him in person though. You never were on the same missions as him for obvious reasons. You always came as rescue team once he was done with the other top heroes. You’ve talked to him once or twice, but most of your info on him came from outside sources. 

Deku perked up at the sound of Ochako bellowing out from the living room, “Is that Deku?” 

“Hey guys! Sorry I’m late.” Deku wiped his hands on his pants before going straight for the living room to join the rest. You glanced at your oven clock, it was 7:45 and still no word from Bakugou. You’ve convinced yourself he wasn’t coming. You expected it to be this way, he was never one for events like these anyway. 

Todoroki showed up shortly after, cutting it close to ten minutes before the show started. All eleven of you had crammed onto the floor and couch in your living room with eyes focused on the flat screen in front of you all. You punched in the channel for The Masked Singer while everyone excitedly spoke in anticipation. The women in the room let out excited screams when the title card finally animated onto the television. 

“Wait till you guys see Kirishima in that red suit!” You laughed with a drink in your hand. 

“(Y/N) please…” The red head laughed embarrassed. The room started to holler when Kirishima was introduced on stage making great face at the camera. Kirishima hid his face in his hands while Sero sitting next him tried to pry them off his face to make him look. 

The screen suddenly showed you and the other judges. It was surreal seeing yourself on tv like this. You felt like at any moment now someone was gonna shake you awake and you had fallen asleep at your desk the whole time. 

“You guys look stunning!” Yaoyorozu commented with stars in her eyes. 

“Jirou, that deconstructed pinstripe pantsuit and safety pin combo? Perfection!” Ochako gave a dramatic chefs kiss as they introduced Jirou first. Jirou mumbled a shy thank you while twirling her ear jacks. 

A low whistle came out of Sero and Denki’s mouths as you appeared on screen. Kirishima’s introduction was almost barely heard over the audience’s applause. 

You gave a small bow in your seat, “Thank you my adoring fans!” 

“How much for you to step on me?” Mina turned to you from her seat on the ground next to your feet. 

“For you my darling? Free of charge.” You shot her a faux flirty look. The room laughed before quieting down again when the show started to usher out contestants. 

The minutes ticked by and still no sign of Bakugou. Your guests kept themselves busy drinking and throwing out guesses while those who were there for filming kept their lips sealed not to spoil the fun. It was a great time filled with laughter and singing if they knew the song. You were getting high on the vibes of the ambience and a bit warm from the alcohol, so during a commercial break you got up to get yourself some cold water. The oven clock read 8:30 when there was a hard knock at your door. The rest of the group were too busy laughing and talking over the tv to notice. You made your way to your door and looked through the peep hole first. You weren’t expecting anyone so you wanted to at least check who it was first.

All you saw was red, piercing eyes almost shrouded by blonde bangs. You nearly dropped your drink, He actually showed up?!

With trembling hands you unlocked your door and opened it to reveal Bakugou entirely. Truthfully you’ve never seen this man outside of his hero costume or sweats, so his fitted v-neck and jeans felt like an evening gown. You both looked each other for a second. It felt more like hours before you finally spoke up, “You’ve made it.” 

“I got caught up with paperwork so I had to stay late. Did I miss it?” He answered in his usual gravelly tone. You shook your head and stepped aside. 

“Come on in. Everyone’s here already.” You offered a small smile and gestured to your entry way. He didn’t move for a bit, looking like he was thinking about if he actually wanted to go in or not. He inhaled and made his way in leaving you to close the door behind him. You watched as the blonde made his way into view of the group in the living room which had caused the room to go silent. 

Kirishima shot up from his seat with one of Deku’s pastries still hanging from his mouth, “Bakugou?!” 

“What’s the big deal? I was invited. Can’t I show up?” He answered indigently, the tips of his ears burning from the embarrassment. The room was buzzing with shock that Bakugou had shown up out of his own free will. Mina looked at the blonde and then to you, invisible numbers flying in front of her face before her signature grin spread across he face. You inwardly sighed, Mina wasn’t gonna let this go for sure now. Your hand nudged Bakugou’s back, causing his muscles to stiffen at the sudden contact.

“Go take a seat! I’ll join you in a bit.” You offered him an encouraging look. He seemed so out of his element it was honestly kinda cute. He shockingly listened and took a seat on the farthest edge of the couch while everyone continued to launch questions at their explosive friend. 

“You didn’t even respond in the group chat dude. What made you show up?” Sero asked with a lazy arm resting on the couch frame. Before Bakugo could even give him a smart non-answer Mina spoke up for him.

“(Y/N) invited him.” She said coyly and then promptly took a sip of her drink. 

Kirishima made a strangled noise, clearly startled. Bakugou shot him a deadly glare commanding him to keep it together. He didn’t need anyone having proof of why he was here. Ochako looked between the three, cogs turning in her head, and leaned back into the couch side from her seat on the ground between Tsuyu and Deku, “Huh…Alright then.” 

“What?! Cmon, I can’t read stares! What’s going on?” Denki looked between everyone clearly not catching on.

“Nothing is going on you moron. I—” Bakugou barked.

“Everything alright?” Your voice interrupted the conversation. You had returned with a pitcher of water and more cups. 

Deku laughed nervously and Todoroki seemingly unbothered said, “Feels like my family dinners.” 

The tv caught everyone’s attention again, Kirishima’s face greeting everyone on screen to introduce the next contestant. 

TV Kirishima gave a signature smile and addressed the camera, “Please give a warm welcome to the Hell Hound!” 

Bakugou nearly spat out his drink that he poured for himself. He thought his performance had passed already, but obviously he was dead wrong. 

“Oh my god this is my favorite one. You gotta watch this one guys.” You said absentmindedly and took a seat next to Bakugou. You didn’t want him to feel left out. 

“I’d rather let my performance do the talking.” His modified voice echoed from the tv. The room gave a series of ‘Ohs’ just like the crowd did. The camera panned to your reaction and you were looking thirstier than you thought. 

“Pfft. She’s practically drooling.” Denki pointed with his hand holding his drink. 

“Hot and bothered!” Sero teased lightly shoving you. 

You covered your face that was starting to grow hot, “Stoooop guys!”

The situation was a bit delicate. You still weren’t sure if Bakugou was the Hell Hound. If he was, this whole experience was gonna be awkward as hell. If he wasn’t, openly guessing that it was him while simultaneously showing your attraction was dangerous territory. Surely if you think someone might be your boss, you wouldn’t be giving such sultry stares from the judges table. 

The Hound’s performance began and filled your living room just like it did on set. A few of you guys started to dance a bit in your seats, no one breaking eye contact with the tv. You spared a glance in Bakugou’s direction. He was just as invested as everyone else. His eyes bounced around looking at every inch of the screen like he was looking for something. Maybe he recognized who it was? You tapped your fingers along to the beat of the song on the glass of your wine. The performance was just as good as you remembered it. Even Todoroki’s usual neutral self was bobbing his head along. The performance came to a close and Mina let out a loud wolf whistle while Ochako made fanning motions. 

“Tell me he stays!” Ochako exclaimed. 

“Oh he’s gotta.” Sero nodded. 

TV Kirishima ushered to the judges for their guesses. You made sure to keep Bakugou’s reactions in the corner of your eye. Surely you’d know if it was him from how he would react. 

“I don’t know guys. I feel like it’s my boss, Pro Hero Dynamight.” Your tv self said followed by the crowd’s disapproval. 

“Tch.” The man in question crossed his arms next to you, “As if that would be me.” 

The rest of the room seemed to agree and began to laugh. You deflated a bit, you guess that’s all you needed huh? 

“Sorry for saying it was you.” You said apologetically. Bakugou unexpectedly smirked and then looked you squarely in the eye. 

“I’ll take the compliment, though.” His eyes flickered between your eyes and the rest of you. 

You felt the warmth return to your face and it wasn’t the alcohol this time. Was he flirting with you? 

Mina yelled at the two of you, “Hey, stop flirting you two! We still have the rest of the show to get through.”

Bakugou cut to her direction and growled, “Shut the fuck up, Pinky.” 

“I can’t even imagine that being Kacchan.” Deku looked a bit embarrassed himself. He always gave you Boy Scout vibes despite being twenty six. 

“What? You think I couldn’t?!” Bakugou immediately went on the defensive.

Deku put his hands up, “I-I didn’t say that..” 

“Boys! Boys! There’s enough of me to go around. Relax!” You cut in dramatically to diffuse the fight waiting to happen. Bakugou scoffed and backed off resuming his attention to the show.

The rest of night went along without a hitch. Somehow though, through all the shuffle, you and Bakugou were sitting close enough for your legs to be touching. His arm resting languidly behind your head on the couch frame. You somehow maintained your nonchalance as if it didn’t bother you. Even though you now think the Hound wasn’t your boss, you were almost positive he harbored some kind of feelings towards you. You weren’t stupid. He wasn’t even throwing hints he was throwing canon balls. When it came time to unmask the contestants who lost, the room was in high spirits.

“Todoroki isn’t that your dad?!” Yaoyorozu pointed at the tv when Endeavor’s face appeared underneath the Phoenix’s. 

Tsuyu also pointed, “And Hawks and Shoji!” 

Deku didn’t seem very surprised to see Gran Torino which both you and Bakugou took note of. You thought it was painfully obvious that the Green Bunny was Deku. Even his singing voice sounded like him. 

“Wow what a night!” Ochako raised her arms above her head and stretched. 

“Tell me about it,” you giggled, “I could barely sleep after all of it.” 

Everyone stayed chatting a bit before people started to leave one by one. Duty calls and everyone had early patrols in the morning. The only person who didn’t leave was Bakugou. You didn’t foresee yourself being alone with him in your apartment so you were a bit nervous. He sat casually at your kitchen bar, fiddling with the ribbon the pastry box was tied up in. 

“So, I’m happy you actually showed up. I wasn’t sure if us hanging out outside the agency was like… inappropriate or something.” You said with a nervous chuckle in your throat. 

The man in front of you simply shrugged, “I mean clearly you’re friendly with my stupid friends so.” 

“Are we friends?” You asked hopefully. This made him stop fiddling with the ribbon to look at you. You couldn’t look at away since it felt like he grabbed you with his gaze alone. 

“I’d say so, yeah.” 

You emptied the last glass in your sink with a satisfied smile. Both of you had reddened cheeks from the alcohol flush. 

“Should we get matching bracelets now or?”

“Hell no.” 

You laughed and turned on the faucet to clean out the many wine glasses. His eyes followed your motions, promptly getting up and joining you on the other side. He uttered a quiet ‘move’ and took the sponge and glass from your hands. 

“I’m the host, you know. Shouldn’t I be the one to clean up?”

He clicked his tongue, “You’ve done enough hosting all of us.” 

Your eyes softened a bit. Bakugou didn’t have the best ways of expressing himself, letting his actions do the talking. He ran his mouth endlessly with curses, but he always got things done while taking in the situation into consideration. 

Maybe it was the alcohol and the vibes of that day but you leaned on your counter and watched his large hands skillfully clean your wine glasses, “I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but I’m really grateful.” 

This made Bakugou look at your half lidded expression directly, “For what exactly?” 

“Dunno. For existing I guess? If you didn’t do everything you did up until this point I wouldn’t be here. Metaphorically and physically.” You motioned to the apartment you were both in. 

“I was in a super low point of my life. I was scared to give up my dream of being a hero. I thought I was gonna live and die in my small town. Thanks for seeing in me what I didn’t. It means a lot.” There was a pregnant silence after you finished and you wondered if you made him uncomfortable. He gave his classic huff and gently placed the wine glass in his hand on the drying rack. 

“Your effort is what got you here. All I did was tell you the truth. Ain’t nothing special.” He looked intently at the task in front of him, the slightest bit of pink dusting the back of his neck. It was silent in your apartment aside from the traffic outside and the clinks of the glasses being washed. 

“Always the humble one. I’m gonna thank you regardless.” You sighed, “It’s gonna go to your already big head, but since you deserve to hear it I’ll tell you.” 

This caught Bakugou’s attention and made him finally look at you with an expectant look.

“You’re my favorite hero, Bakugou.” You said barely forming the sentence. You were so embarrassed but the conversation was like word vomit. “I admire you a lot. Like you’re a master class in how to save lives and take down villains. Everything I take with me on the field is something I’ve observed from you and made mine.”

“Please don’t say that.” He said and it threw you off. 

“What do you mean?” It was your turn to be expectant. His red eyes seemed like they were looking right through you and you felt vulnerable. 

He promptly shut off the water, “It makes it harder for me to see you only like a coworker.” 

“Ah…” you sounded and looked down, unable to control your heart rate. You fidgeted with your hands searching for what to say next. He didn’t say anything more and it was driving you insane. You were jealous of how he maintained his composure. 

You cleared your throat and stood up straight, “Wow, it’s sure hot in here! I’ll go turn on the AC—“ 

“It’s November.” He countered plainly. 

“I run a bit warm! So I’m just—“ you moved to turn on the AC, but Bakugou’s slightly wet hand grabbed your arm. He pulled you back with incredible strength. Your sock clad feet glided back on the smooth tile back to your spot next to him. You were mere inches away from his face now. Your heart was sounding in your ears, you hadn’t expected this to take a turn like this. Two years of slightly flirtatious banter on and off the line of duty should’ve hinted to an ending like this. For some reason, you just never expected Bakugou to see you this way. He was completely uninterested in love and relationships, he said so himself many times. 

“I thought you didn’t do relationships?” You dared to ask. His eyes narrowed with his lips forming a fine line as if to say ‘I know’. His grip lowered to your hand and held it softly. 

“Am I not allowed to change my mind?” 

Your heart was swooning. You should’ve invited him over ages ago. His face inched closer to yours and you decided to give in. His breath ghosted over your senses.

Banging on your door made you both jump apart. Bakugou let out a mixture of a groan and growl, letting you get it. You walked over to your door way willing your heart to slow down. Kirishima’s apologetic face stood behind your door as you opened it. 

“I forgot my wallet on your couch.” He offered a shy smile. Your heart was still racing so you just breathlessly nodded and let him in. As Kirishima made it past the foyer into the kitchen/living room area, he stopped in surprise to see Bakugou still here. 

“You waiting for a ride or something, man? I can give you a lift!” Kirishima, ever so helpful, offered. Bakugou’s eye twitched clearly annoyed that the moment was ruined. 

“No I drove myself.” Bakugou answered with anger dripping off each letter. 

“Then why…?” Kirishima trailed off looking between the two of you. The wheels in his head turned as his brain made sense of the situation. His mouth dropped open when it finally dawned on him. You bit back your laughter opting to look elsewhere. 

“O-Oh! I see! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll just—heh. I’ll get this and I’ll be out of your way.” Kirishima grabbed his wallet off the couch and sped walk his way back out giving Bakugou a two fingered salute. His cheeks were bright red all the way down to his neck. 

“OUT.” The blonde commanded cutting off any attempt for Kirishima to speak any more while allowing his gaze to follow him out the door. As soon as the door shut you burst from laughter. Bakugou grumbled something under his breath and violently ruffled his own hair. 

“Oh stop you couldn’t live without him.” You continued to laugh.

Bakugou offered the rare sight of a tired smile, “Unfortunately.” 

Time in a Bottle Chapter 10 Hitoshi

Editing sucks so here’s the rest! It was getting a little long

Pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader x Shinsou

Warnings: pet sitter au, aged up, quirkless, 18+, cursing, angst

Bakugou grumbles as they’re waiting for the address in the car, stealing his phone back. He tries to keep his cool but he knows it’s slowly ebbing away the more you fidget and silent tears fall. The urge to wipe away your tears grows and grows with the increasing silence between the two of you. There’s something that’s truly bugging him and he’s not exactly sure how to politely bring it up. 

“Why do you like Yuki less than Haru?” 

Your head pops up in surprise and you look at him with an unfathomable expression. Your lip trembles as your mind wracks with anything to say. “I, I don’t know what you mean..” you manage to whisper. 

“Cut the crap,” Bakugou growls. “Sure you love them both, but why don’t you have this same reaction over Yuki almost running away from me?” 

“Yu always comes back-“

“Don’t lie to me!”

“Why the hell do you care so much about my “dumbass pets”?” 

His hands grip the steering wheel tightly as he fights with the words that are on the tip of his tongue. “Because I care about you and your pets, alright?! You give Haru all this love and affection but Yuki gets almost squat.” 

You hit his shoulder and turn to face him. “That’s not true! You don’t know anything about me!”

A pair of firm hands hold onto your shoulders, forcing you to meet the fire in his eyes. The growing anger and frustration between the two of you is blazing away dangerously, the two of you breathing heavily. “But I want to know! You’ve been invading all my thoughts and now every aspect of my life and I don’t fuckin know why. And Shinsou,” he lets you go and rests his head back on the headrest. “He cares about you, too. We both do, otherwise we wouldn’t be risking our livelihoods for you. Just fuckin tell me-“

Two things halt his actions. One, a text from Shinsou with the address and what to say to the customer. And two, your eerily quiet nature as tears fall down your cheeks with your hands clasped tightly. “Princess…”

“Haru was the first “big girl” thing I did on my own,” you say with a shaky breath. Bakugou slowly backs the car out of the garage and heads toward their destination. The lulling of the engine calms the racing hearts of the two found friends. “She helped me through a really rough time and has been there with me through everything. And then he…” you trail off and stare out the window of the passing cars and cityscapes. Your fingers play along your knee as you bite your lip, holding back any potential feelings. 

Bakugou drives along in heavy silence, only the sounds of your ragged breathing and the navigation filling the void. How is he supposed to respond to something like that? Maybe he doesn’t. Or maybe he gets some help. Once they arrive about 15 minutes later, he pulls out his phone to text two people. Shinsou to let him know they made it, and Mina to get some answers. 

Bakugou rolls his eyes before pocketing his phone and stepping out of the car. You’re about to join him when he locks the door on you. You flail your hands in the air and he just shakes his head. He mouths that he’ll do it and you just wait.

The blond walks up to the apartment, taking a quick deep breath to prepare himself with what Shinsou told him to say. He raps against the door and waits. He’s met with a young woman, a few years younger than him with a bold smile on her face. He’s able to peek into her apartment and sees all the newly bought cat toys and scratching posts. The young lady breaks him from his lurking. “Yes? Can I help you?”

“Uh, yeah. There’s been a terrible mix up.”

Back in the car, your tears had finally dried. You fiddle with your left ring finger and feel the need to put the ring back on. You know you shouldn’t, but the lingering shadow is still eminent along your finger of what used to be. When you think of him, you think of Yuki and call Shinsou to walk him for you. He picks up after the second ring.

“Shinsou?”

“Are you okay? Talk to me, have you gotten Haru?”

You can’t help but smile at the concern in his voice and it calms you more than you realize. You breathe easy and lay back in the passenger seat. “Baku is getting her now.”

“Thank god. Kitten, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more careful with the colored collars. I was supposed to let Himiko know the change and I didn’t.”

“Hey,” you coo over the phone, slightly startled by the power shift. “Look, I’ve calmed down from my earlier anger and I’m sorry for getting so mad, Shin. But don’t blame yourself, okay?”

You hear him sigh on the other line and you assume he lays his head back in his office chair. “Look at you caring for me now. Look let me treat you to something. I’ll walk Yuki right now, you name it I swear I’ll do it. I’m just, I’m so sorry.”

You smile at his dilemma and tighten your grip on the phone. “I know. Just make sure to walk him for me, okay? We’ll come back and figure this all out. Please Hitoshi don’t be too mad at yourself.”

You both pause at the name slip, but it’s a comfortable silence. The two of you smile on the line, enjoying the quiet between the two of you. The enjoyable silence gets interrupted by the sound of the car unlocking. You jump and see Bakugou at your window with a bundle in his arms and a new bruise on his face.

“Haru!”

You squeal louder than you thought possible, scaring both men in your vocal range. You giddily jump up and down and take Haru into your arms, fresh tears of happiness flowing out of you. “Haru I’ll never let you out of my sight again I swear!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s go.” You giggle at Bakugou’s insistence but fail to notice the small smile on his lips as he sits back in the car. He lifts an eyebrow when he sees you on the phone.

“Hitoshi we have her back! I’ll, wow I don’t know what to say to either of you.” You look over at Bakugou who’s started the car and say to the both of them. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, darling.”

You end the call by asking Shinsou to bring Yuki to the cafe where you will all share some food together and sit back in your seat. You give Haru nose kisses and comforting pets. “So what did she say?”

Bakugou’s eyes drift over to where you sit and tries to ignore the rapid beating of you or heart. “Obviously she was upset, but when I explained it to her and told her that she can get another cat for free, she was okay.”

You hum and go back to praising Haru with happy words and giggles. However for Bakugou, his mind couldn’t calm down. Since when did you call Shinsou by his first name? Will they get an answer for the difference of treatment between your pets? But most importantly, he couldn’t stop thinking about what he said to get Haru back. The crazy broad didn’t have to punch him though.

“Are you crazy? I just adopted her! She’s mine.”

“Look I know that,” he argues back. “But she’s taken, she has a home.”

“Then why was she on the adoption floor? I got Haru fair and square.”

“I know! But that cat belongs to someone I care about and might be falling for. And she is in that car, crying her eyes out because I made a mistake. We can let you adopt another cat free of charge but please…

“Give me back my cat.”

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Today we’re thinking about Bakugou falling in love with his polar opposite

Summary- (Oh my god this concept is so cute to me ) Headcanons / drabbles of Katsuki meeting, dating and falling in love with a s/o whose the opposite of him (Behavior and personality wise.)

Cw- Tooth rotting fluff, no smut, Black reader, no body descriptions, Gender neutral reader.

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Bakugou with a shy, quiet s/o.

The first time Bakugou met you was while patrolling around your neighborhood.

You were being held up by some street slime and as the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he had to step in. He dealt with the low life pretty easily and turned around to see if you were ok, but all he saw was a flash of brown as you made some type of speed dash away from him. Of course he followed you because who the fuck do you think you’re running away from, after he just made your life fucking easier?

“Come back here and say thank you -you little shit!” He screamed turning the corner, hot on your trail.

You were panicking and out of breath , fumbling with your keys by the time he finally caught up to you. “Hey, did you fucking -

He stopped mid sentence seeing how distraught you were, you were shaking like you had seen a ghost and he was pretty sure you were about to cry.

"Hey, Hey calm down, I -I wanted to see if you were okay” He half lied. “You also didn’t say thankyou” He added.

“Yeah -I-Um did”

For a second Katsuki’s not sure you said anything at all, You’re like a fucking church mouse.

A cute church mouse, He notes.

“No the fuck you didn’t, don’t fucking lie to me extra!” He growls.

That seems to push you over the edge, the tears you were so poorly holding back now freely streaming down.

“I- I’m sorry, I- youre-Ive never seen a pro hero so-so close and - and you trailed off, choking on the knot no doubt forming in your throat.

Now he felt like shit.

Typically Bakugou fucking hated crybaby’s, but making you cry actually made him feel as if he really fucked up.

” its fine -Just -Just be careful.“ Bakugou said, already backing away from your house.

—

He ran into you a lot after that since his Agency had him stationed in your neighborhood for patrols. It totally isn’t because He’s been purposely swapping patrols shift with shitty hair so he can stay close to you.

He managed to get your name out of you after like the third time he bumped into you and offered to take you out for coffee as a way to apologize for

"Being such an asshole to you before.”

He would never admit it but when you gave him a faint “Sure” his heart did that fluttering shit that he thought only happened in movies.

—

Since the coffee shop date apology Katsuki found himself warming up to you.

You were so fucking small. Not exactly in physical stature -but in presence. People seemed to walk over you, fuck you over, and try to pull shit on you because of how reserved you were. It also didn’t help that you were a foreigner living in a shittier part of Musutafu.

He had an urge to fucking protect you or something.

And He was thinking you were starting to at warm up to him too, instead of flinching away from him and avoiding eye contact you would greet him with a energetic “Katsuki-kun” and a friendly hug.

He kind of wished things weren’t just friendly, but he knew if he approached you dead on he would probably scare you off or some shit, so he tries to ease into it slowly.

Giving you his hoodies.

Volunteering to spend the night at your place so you could sleep without the fear of a thug breaking down your door.

Spending most of his time away from the agency with you.

You were oblivious as fuck though , which he kinda expected , so after a while he just flat out ask you.

He didn’t think it was possible for you to stutter over your words more than you already did, but he was pleased to receive a shaky “Yes of course” In response.

—

Katsuki thinks of himself as your protector and your boyfriend once you guys start officially dating.

He knows its probably corny as fuck, but he cant help it. The contrast between you too makes him soft. -not that he’d ever admit that to anyone.

No one tries to swindle you out of shit when He’s around, which makes things like running errands so much easier and its been months since a mugger has even looked your way.

Eventually He brings up the idea of you moving in with him, despite your cries about “Not wanting to be trouble for him.”

But he assures you that “You wouldn’t be fucking trouble and he wouldn’t have fucking asked you if he didn’t want you to.”

—

After you move in with him I, he tries to adjust his lifestyle for you. He attempts to take curse words out of his vocabulary, well as much as he can, and tone down his explosive attitude for your sake, to avoid any more occurrences like the first time you met.

The honeymoon phase has him floating. Both Denki and shitty hair have commented on how clear his skins gotten-which is thanks to your shae butter-and how much nicer he seems now. He cant remember the last time he’s threatened to kill someone, and he feels like hemighteven be able to do a press conference with shitty Deku without cursing him out.

ok maybe that’s stretching it-but still.

Even after the honey moon phase ends he’s still ecstatic to be with you. Its kinda confusing as to why someone so soft and gentle as yourself could put up with a thunderous son of a bitch like him, but instead of questioning it he chooses to just be thankful.

and Hes very thankful.

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Notes and reblogs are always welcome babes!

DYNAMIGHT ADVERTIZING.

warnings: she/her pronouns used. strong language. counter sex. size kink. tiny bit of body worship. praise n condescending comments from katsuki.
wc:1.1k
synopsis: katsuki brings home some of his newest merch for you to try on, but he definitely wasn’t expecting you to look that good in it.

katsuki knew he liked it when you wore his clothes; fuck, it was one of his favorite things, but this was different. his sweatpants that were three sizes too big on you were now replaced with tacky shorts that had ‘DYNAMIGHT’ plastered on the ass of them, topped off with a cute hoodie with his name along the sleeves. it was cheesy, you weren’t going to overlook that, but all in all, it was undeniably cute. 

katsukis signature colors adorned your body with tight-fitting fabrics that clung perfectly to your curves in a way that made him flushed and made every snarky comeback he would usually spitfire long gone.

he had brought home some of his merchandise for you to try on and take a few promo pictures in together, but that plan seemingly flew out the window when he saw you in them.

you peeked out of your shared bedroom door, fully letting yourself leave when you saw him leaning on the counter waiting for you. “katsuki,” you called his name, waiting to continue talking until he looked at you. “whaddya think? does it look good?”

his jaw fell slack when he saw you and he sucked his teeth, blood red eyes training on you. “fuck yeah it does, you kiddin me?” 

“you think so?”

“mhm, now, cmere.” he beckoned you over, sitting you up on the counter so he could stand between your legs that he held open with his hands. “you,” he began, lips ghosting over yours, “are so fucking pretty.” you adverted your eyes, and he just laughed and kept talking. “in fact, you look like you’re my biggest fan,” he teased, eyes boring into yours. 

“shut it,” you gently flicked his shoulder, a gentle laugh bubbling from your lips to hide your embarrassment. 

nonetheless, his warm hands that he placed firmly on your back were hard to ignore. you leaned into his touch, humming in content when his warm hands traveled lower, middle and ring finger tracing the elastic of the shorts. “katsuki,” you muttered his name, and he just let his eyes flicker to yours before going back to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his hands daunted lower. 

“huh?” 

“you jus’ gonna ignore what we’re supposed to be doing right now?” you questioned, and he let out an amused huff. 

“fuckin’, maybe?” he laughed, and you just shook your head, pretending like his calloused hands didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin while they made their way up your stomach and under your shirt. 

you tried to think of something snarky to say, but decided to settle with a quiet hymn of okay instead. he let his head rest against your shoulder while one hand traced the underwire of your bra and the other fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. “careful,” you began, “keep feeling me up like that and i might just become one of your biggest fans.” 

his sharp inhale was audible, and you failed to bite back the laugh that bubbled out of your throat. you knew he was keen on praise, but you just loved how he fell apart in your hand and turned into putty at every little comment. 

“just ‘might’?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “we might have to fix that. cant have you thinking i’m anything less than the man of your dreams,” he jeered. 

“i dont know how truthful that is. guess youre gonna have to put your body to work to prove it, huh?” 

“i’m not worried. you know my money is where my mouth is, yeah?”

with that, he pressed a kiss to your neck, littering them up to your jaw. he chuckled low when you tilted your neck to give him more access. 

“want me to touch you so bad that you’re just givin’ it up, huh?” 

you whined before running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp, to which he hummed. he sucked a hickey onto your collarbone, moving his hands and taking your bra off more expertly then you could have done it. 

“hands of a magician,” he commented, laughing at his own joke after. 

“so dumb,” you shook your head with faux dissapointment before moving to take your shirt off. he swatted your hands away, quietly tsking in the back of his throat. 

“gonna keep the shirt on for me? i wanna see how pretty you look all fucked out ‘nd representing your favorite hero. could you do that for me?” his words were dipped in honey, and you melted into each syllable. 

he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and slid you forward, pulling you off the counter just so he could bend you over it and see his hero name plastered over his girl, exactly where he wanted it. 

“glad you know who this piece of ass belongs to,” he muttered in a breathy sigh, hand massaging it with a hard pressure. “can i,” he began, letting his voice trail off with a questioning tone. it only took your meek uh-huh before he spanked you one, two, three times. “sorry, jus’ like seeing that ass jiggle,” he laughed before pulling the shorts and your panties to the side. “ready?”

“ready,” you smiled, flattening your hands on the marble countertop to try and prepare yourself. 

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and shut yourself up, breathless fuck’s spilled from your mouth as he slid into you, one hand on your lower back and the other next to yours on the counter. he let out deep groans, digging his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck once he bottomed out. you could feel his built body against yours, and you squirmed under him, silently pleading for some friction, though the stretch between your legs was serving you pleasure. 

“hold fuckin’ still,” he muttered, standing back up straight and resting on his elbows, capturing your body between his arms. 

the initial pumps were slow and tedious; teasing rolls of his hips drove you insane, and you grabbed at nothing, body feeling feverish as you plead for it; rougher, faster, deeper. 

who was katsuki to deny those demands? he couldn’t- not when your every moan and whimper sounded so pretty underneath him.  

“gonna pound you, yeah?” he asked for permission.

“yeah, please,” you arched your back into the counter some more, letting his increasingly rough spanks and thrusts swallow your conscience. 

a rough hand grasped your neck, pulling your head up from its resting space on the chilling counter. “you’re real lucky to be fucked by the dynamight, huh?” he jeered, and you nodded. “what’s that?”

“i am!” your voice shrilled, embarrassment and desperation entangling. 

“thats fuckin’ right, you are,” he huffed, biting his lip. you could feel the countertops growing hot next to where his hands were planted, and you couldn’t help but attempt to dully note how much he lost his exposure when he was using you. “you’re so fuuckin’good.”

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Katsuki Bakugou x Reader - Gentle Touch

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x GN Reader

Genre: Mega Fluff

Warnings: The reader is injured (burned) in a flashback and is described with a scar throughout.

Summary:Bakugou’s friends slowly find out about his soft side through you.

Word Count: 4.8K

It was a certainty that among the tens to hundreds of thousands of applicants who applied to UA every year that there were some who knew each other. And, it was basically inevitable that, of the students who were accepted, at least a handful would also know each other. That was all basic probability.

But, three students who all knew each other in UA’s most difficult to enter course? With only 200 students being accepted a year, all three of them would have had to score well above high on the written exams followed by having a close to stellar performance in the hero course exam to accomplish it.

Yet, on the first day of class, it didn’t seem all too impossible.

You had arrived fairly early, nervous to navigate the large, unfamiliar school yet excited to finally be in the hero course, and made your way to the classroom far before the bell rang. It appeared you weren’t alone in your early behavior. 

A couple of students were already there. But, most obviously, there was a familiar face.

“Kacchan!” You called out. Of course, you already knew the blonde would be in class with you. Despite his so called resistance, he texted you regularly and was quick to pick up your phone call the day you both received your acceptance videos. He refused to walk with you to class this morning claiming that, “You wake up too late." 

"Are you excited to be at UA! I can’t wait to see what classes are like!” You exclaimed to the blonde.

He scoffed, “It’s not going to be anything special, probably.”

His ears flushed a bit red. “Liar,” You thought, “you’re just as excited as everyone here." 

"Excuse me!” Someone loudly cleared their throat to get your attention. You looked towards the classmate to show he’d gotten your attention. He was strikingly… blue. His hair, eyes, glasses, even his shoes were blue.

“You should take your feet off of that desk right now!” The boy addressed Bakugou instantly.

You hardly even noted the blonde’s odd (and rather dangerous looking) seating position. He almost always sat like that: chair practically tipping over and legs on whatever surface wasn’t the floor. 

“Huh?” Bakugou responded.

“It’s only the first day and you’re already scuffing school property, you cretin!” The other boy quickly reprimanded Bakugou.

“Are you kidding me? Your old school put a stick up your ass or…” You attempted to interrupt the rest of whatever insult tirade Bakugou might continue on, “Kacchan, just take your feet off the desk! It’s not that big of a deal!”

“No way in hell if this guy says it.” Bakugou glared at the blue guy.

“Allow me to start over, then, I’m Tenya Iida from Soumei Private Academy…” The blue guy, Iida, was quickly cut off by Bakugou, “Soumei huh?” You didn’t even bother to stop him this time; it wouldn’t do any good. 

You looked around the room to see if you could find better opportunities just taking your seat. That was until you noticed the door was open and another student was standing, or rather hiding, behind the frame.

“Izukun, I didn’t know you were here!” You exclaimed at the sight of his recognizable green hair, “You should have told me you were coming to UA! We could have talked about it during the break." 

"Sorry,” he responded nervously, “I didn’t think you were interested in knowing." 

Your conversation, once again, didn’t last long as the blue haired boy came up to interrupt you for a second time to speak with Midoriya. "It’s like I’m not even supposed to be here.” You thought as you moved towards your seat which just so happened to be behind Midoriya’s.

  To other students, your familiarity was clear instantly. From the nicknames you all called each other, Deku, Izukun, or Kacchan, the last one was the one other students latched on to the most. To the interactions you all had, Midoriya being quick to talk to you or be at your side first, Bakugou seeming to be more civil when holding a conversation with you (or even the fact that he was holding a conversation), or Bakugou’s aggressive responses to Midoriya and the other boy’s almost planned responses in return. One of those being more concerning than the others, 1-A could spot the differences.

And, one of those big differences was Bakugou.

Bakugou wasn’t afraid to throw a punch or rather an explosion at whoever he pleased. Except for you. Within the class’ first couple basic training sessions, he steered his explosions clear away from you, denying your requests to spar (that he happily accepted from other students) and even stopping what he was doing all together to tell you to move somewhere else. That was further amplified during the Sport’s Festival. Despite the chaos, Bakugou clearly made a point to not direct explosions at your group during the cavalry battle while ruthlessly doing so to others. 

Outside of battle too, the way he treated you was far from how he interacted with others. After the USJ Incident, Kirishima hardly missed how Bakugou swiftly and almost stealthily had moved from being beside Kirishima to wherever you were. Not to mention, there was something about his hands. When he was walking beside you or in any vicinity near you, he made a point to shove his hands into his pockets. 

“So, what’s your deal with (L/N).” Semester midterms were approaching and Kirishima had managed to worm his way into the only spot for Bakugou’s intense study sessions which included: hours at a local cafe, odd stares by said cafe’s employees, and a lot of smacks to the head by whatever material Bakugou had on hand. 

“Huh?” Bakugou glared at him; a glare more menacing than usual.

“Sorry, that came out wrong!” Kirishima quickly tried to correct himself, “I mean uh– you knew them before UA, so like– how? ‘Cause you treat them way differently than Midoriya.”

“We went to school together, shitty hair. Isn’t that obvious?” Bakugou replied.

“Well, yeah but– nevermind!” He quickly shook his head.

“Don’t start a fuckin’ sentence and then stop! What the hell were you going to say!” Dropping the subject seemed to make Bakugou more upset, the stack of papers he was being hit with returning to Kirishima’s vision threateningly.

“You’re gonna’ get even more mad at me if I explain myself! Just forget about it!” Kirishima tried to insist.

“Finish what you were saying!” Bakugou began taking swats with the stack of papers. 

“I thought you two were a thing! Like, together!” Kirishima said while desperately avoiding the paper.

“Huh?” Bakugou stopped abruptly before scoffing, “No way in hell. Like I said, we just went to school together, and they weren’t shitty like Deku.”

A silence fell between them for a moment. Kirishima didn’t miss how oddly calm Bakugou was in responding to that sort of question. “Get back to studying, you still can’t get the math right!” The blonde didn’t let it last long before Kirishima’s eyes were back on the textbook and practice problems as he attempted to learn the formulas. 

  Kaminari began to note the next incidents at the summer training camp. Admittedly, he had been distracted by his sheer joy of just being allowed to go to the summer camp at first… then he remembered the “training” part of the event and lost that joy. It was seriously brutal with the intense training in the day, cooking his own meals, and all of that followed by lessons with Aizawa late into the night.

Actually, it was one of the first few times Class 1-A was cooking together that he noted something new about you: the large scar on your left hand.

“Hey Kaminari-kun, can you hand me that towel?” You asked. He had been helping you to cut vegetables, but he realized later that he was really just washing the vegetables and handing them to you. Of course, he was too sleep deprived to even be allowed to hold a knife.

“Oh, sure.” He picked up the towel that had been bunched up in the corner and passed it over to you.

“Thanks!” You quickly used it to wipe water and vegetable bits off your hands. A bit dazed, he watched your motions carefully. 

“Hey, when did you get that?” He wasn’t really thinking when he spoke aloud at the recognition of a scar on your hand.

It covered a decent portion of the skin on your left hand: almost covered your thumb to the other side of your hands and spanned from around your knuckles to a bit past your wrist. It discolored your skin a little bit but mostly created odd, stretched and bumped looking patterns in the area. 

You laughed it off, “I’ve had it for awhile. I got it when I was a kid." 

You handed the towel back to him, "How did you get it?" 

"Oh– uh…” You quieted at that, “Just a stupid accident, y'know?" 

"Yeah, I did stupid things all the time!” He didn’t notice your change in behavior and just went on, “I used to think it was cool to try and zap electrical sockets because it made my fingers buzz. Then it blew up…”

He continued going on his tangents about his injuries as a kid; he was 15 minutes into his third story before he realized that dinner was basically ready around the two of you.

Only a couple of hours later did the scar came up a second time. He was a bit more awake now after having eaten and realized that he completely left his phone back where they were staying the whole day. So, despite knowing that Aizawa would scold him for being late, he went back to get it.

“Who just left weights out here!” Kaminari hissed as he nearly kicked the item.

“You need to be more careful!” Kaminari heard a voice speak angrily. It was pretty close, so he scanned around for it.

“Are they talking to me?” He wondered, “Wait, no. That’s just Bakugou– wait, who’s Bakugou talking too!" 

Almost completely forgetting about searching for his phone, he became focused on Bakugou standing with someone by where, if Kaminari wasn’t mistaken, he was sleeping.

"You shouldn’t be forgetting this shit either.” The blonde muttered after his first exclamation.

“I know, I know! I just forget how bad it gets every summer.” That was your response.

Bakugou seemed to have been handing you something, a tube of some kind. He was too far away to really see what it was, but the blonde clearly wasn’t happy to be giving it to you.

“Thanks, I’ll try not to forget it next time.” You replied.

“You better not,” Bakugou made his usual tch sound, “You need to be putting it on three times a day otherwise it’s just going to hurt more and you won’t be able to train." 

"Is that really Bakugou?” He wondered. Kaminari felt moved by the way Bakugou was speaking, and he wasn’t even talking to the other blonde!

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that.” You seemed far more dismissive of it than Kaminari would ever be. The electric blonde could already picture himself bawling his eyes out in this situation.

“I’ll see you in a bit!” You began making your way towards where Kaminari was.

“Shit!” Kaminari whisper-yelled as he attempted to quickly hide. That would totally ruin Bakugou’s mood if he knew Kaminari had been there to witness whatever exchange just happened. 

“Hey, Kaminari-kun!” He failed to hide very well as you immediately spotted him once you reached the hall he was standing in.

“Heeyyy, (L/N),” he poorly attempted to make his crouched, hiding position into pretending as though he was tying his shoes, “What are you doing here?" 

"Um– I was just going to the hot springs.” You replied, “What are you doing here? I thought the extra lessons with Aizawa started 15 minutes ago?" 

"15 minutes? Shit, I gotta’ go!” He sprinted away, almost as fast as Iida, at your comment.

“Weird…” You muttered while heading back to get your stuff for bed, the tube of aloe still in hand.

    Mina heard the story almost immediately. It was hard to miss one of the six students doing the extra lessons, so everyone was quick to notice the blonde gone from the extra lessons.

“He’s coming,” Sero insisted, “He just said he was getting his phone!" 

"If he’s not here in 5 minutes, I’m going to find him.” Aizawa had glared at the group, anger evident.

They managed to stall him for 5 more minutes before the man had enough of it and was out of the door. Another 5 minutes later, the electric blonde was being dragged into the room by Aizawa’s capture scarf.

“That’s an extra 30 minutes for all of you.” Aizawa had declared when he released the boy from the capture scarf. 

“Seriously, where were you!?” Mina hissed as Kaminari took a seat beside her.

“Okay, I was getting my phone,” Kaminari whispered, “And I saw Bakugou there with (Y/N), and he seemed like– worried? He was giving them something and saying that they needed to be more careful about something. Also, did you know they had a scar on their hand?" 

"Kaminari,” Aizawa said, “Focus." 

"Sorry sensei!” Kaminari sat up straight and turned towards the front of the room.

For awhile, Mina didn’t really think about it. There were more important things to worry about with her friends having been attacked, Bakugou himself being kidnapped, and being moved into dorms all together. But, she could notice things on her own.

Mina knows she’s a very physically affectionate person. She practically drapes her body over her friends at any opportunity, and the pink girl is somewhat used to the resistance of her affection. 

In the past, people called it weird or that, “You can only do that stuff with your boyfriend!” All of which were beliefs she strictly tried to change. So, with the dorms, Mina was quick to begin recognizing this behavior in one of her close friends: Bakugou.

“Bakugouuu! Momo said she’s busy, can you please help me with this homework!” She practically pushed her entire body weight onto the blonde and she wrapped her arms over his shoulders. Kirishima did it all the time… maybe with the exception of the dead weight part. 

“Get off of me,” he immediately responded while easily lifting the pink girl off of him, “I won’t help you if you do that shit." 

"So you’ll help me!” She selectively ignored what he said.

He scoffed, “c'mon, before I change my mind.”

“Thank you so much!” He squealed –pulling him in for a proper hug this time. Bakugou didn’t return the hug; his hands were awkwardly hovering in the air. 

“I said don’t do that shit!” He yelled. 

“Has Bakugou always been this way?” She wondered. 

As she already remembered, Kirishima was almost always hanging around Bakugou in some sort of way. And, the blonde didn’t usually seem to mind. But for her? He always seemed to blow up about it. It was true for a couple of other friends too. 

“Hey Bakubro!” Kaminari happily greeted Bakugou, “We were gonna’ do a Mario Kart competition, wanna’ join?" 

Kaminari, much like Mina did, leaned his weight onto Bakugou in a sort of side hug. "Get the hell off of me dunce face!” Bakugou had yelled first before responding. 

Most damning of all was when Mina witnessed Bakugou treating you the same. Of all people, Mina assumed you were the baseline of how nice Bakugou could be to people. Yet, here she was. 

Unlike usual, Mina had managed to wake up rather early. She was out of the door almost at the same time as Bakugou, which was a feat on its own.

“Kacchan, wait up!” You called out. Mina was still in the middle of putting her shoes on when you brushed past her to catch up with the blonde who was already out the door.

“I told you I wasn’t waiting around any longer.” Despite his statement, Bakugou had paused until you caught up to him.

“I said I would be down in a couple of seconds! I can’t make the elevator go any faster.” You took his hand into your own as you responded.

Mina couldn’t quite hear what Bakugou said in response to the action, but it had to have been something negative as you protested, “It’s fine, Katsuki. You haven’t done anything wrong since, and I trust you.”

You two had already made it pretty far away from the dorms, but Mina was sure the next words you said were, “You aren’t going to hurt me.” Bakugou and you seemed to continue holding hands until Mina stopped looking at the scene and moved to go gush about it to Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero. 

“He still seemed to protest it! But, he never does that for you Kiri. Is there something wrong with us?” Mina concluded the story.

“Um– maybe it has to do with our quirks?” Kirishima suggested.

“Our quirks,” Kaminari contemplated, “Wait, is he trying to call us weak!”

“Is he?” Sero continued the line of thought.

“No, I mean with his explosions! I don’t know if it’s manly to say this–” Kirishima seemed conflicted.

“Tell us!” Mina shook Kirishima by the shoulders as the other two echoed the sentiment.

“W-well, he’s said before that my quirk makes him feel– comfortable, I guess? Those weren’t his words at all. But, he said that if his quirk went off then he’d know I’d be safe? It was super manly when he said it!” Kirishima explained.

The explanation quickly led to even more discussion about the subject. So much for being early. 

“See, it was fine!” You reassured Bakugou after having reached the school still hand in hand.

“Yeah, whatever.” Bakugou quickly adopted his tough appearance.

You gently attempted to pull your hand away. The blonde usually let go of you first once you actually made it to the UA building. You assumed it had something to do with keeping up his “bad boy” look, as you called it, but you just decided to go along with it.

“We aren’t even in class yet.” Bakugou reacted to your action by keeping a firm hold on your hand. A small smile came across your face.

  "Hey, how long have you known Bakugou and Midoriya?“ Sero asked you one evening.

The explosion boy in question had refused to attend your friend group’s Wednesday night homework session. "You know they aren’t actually going to do work,” Bakugou told you, “I have a sleep schedule to follow." 

Bakugou was only partially wrong. The group started by doing homework, and you all remained rather focused. But, Kaminari must have encountered work he didn’t want to do and began talking to the group. Soon enough, none of you were working and instead talking about whatever topics came up.

"I can’t believe Bakugou and Midoriya got suspended.” The topic switched at the mention of the two boys.

“Yeah, I’ve been meaning to ask what all of it was about.” Kirishima replied, “Like, I know they don’t like each other. But, Bakugou isn’t the type to fight people without reason, I thought." 

"I’m not really sure,” You lied. You knew exactly what it was about; he had told you, and you wanted to steer the conversation away from any sort of speculation, “But, it probably had to do with the license exam. He didn’t pass, so he was probably upset about it." 

"I guess,” Kaminari agreed, “why wouldn’t he come to one of us if that was the case? Like, Kiri could probably take whatever blow Bakugou has! And, they wouldn’t have gotten in trouble for it." 

"His– stuff with Izukun goes back for awhile.” You shrugged.

That was when Sero asked the question, “Hey, how long have you known Bakugou and Midoriya?" 

"We all went to pre-school together so I guess almost all our life.” You answered.

“That’s like– a really long time!” Kaminari replied.

“Ooh, do you have any embarrassing stories on Bakugou!” Mina was quick to the draw. 

“I think he’d prefer that I don’t share those.” Although, you could already picture several.

“C'mon, he’s not even here!” Mina insisted.

“Yeah, but he’ll know who told them!” You continued to deny Mina’s pestering. 

“We’ll keep quiet about it, promise!” Sero joined in.

“No you won’t!”

“Well tell us something about him! I need to know! Has he always been so…” Mina waved her hand around for a moment as she tried to find the words, “y'know, how he is!" 

"Yeah, was he just the same but tiny?” Sero spoke up.

“Well, kinda? Since he’s had his quirk he’s always been a bit– harsh, I guess.” You took a moment to think before you spoke –looking down at your hand and rubbing at the scarred skin.

The others in the room were quiet after having noticed the action. They looked between each other for a moment before Kaminari spoke, “Hey, I know you didn’t really want to talk about it when I asked before. But, how did you get that scar?" 

"Well,” You trailed off while repeating your previous hand motions, “I know you guys are close to Bakugou, so you’ll probably understand. I hope." 

  Izuku, Bakugou, and you had been close for a really long time. You three became quick friends after attending the same pre-school, and your parents had become even quicker friends once they met. 

You three had been released to the park while your parents sat at some park bench and talked to each other about adult things –none of you cared to listen to it. Izuku, Bakugou, and you had run off to play your favorite game: heroes. 

Somewhere along the way, Bakugou had distracted Midoriya and decided to leave the boy behind while taking you with him. 

"Kacchan, that was mean!” You tried to look behind and see the green haired boy, but you two were probably far from him now. 

“He’s fine,” Bakugou declared, “He always figures out how to get back.”

“Miss. Inko will probably get upset, though! We should go back!” Bakugou had your hand tightly in his own as he pulled you along. As you attempted to pull away, he didn’t loosen his grip.

“No way, we can play better games without him!” Bakugou declared.

“Kacchan, let go!” You exclaimed.

“No!” He shouted back. His other hand sparked up into the small, angry crackles. 

Instead, a loud “crackle, pop” came from his other hand which was in yours. That day, both of you found out that Bakugou’s quirk was produced by his sweat. Your hands together, having produced a lot of sweat on the hot summer day, were quick to create a dangerously large explosion as it reacted to Bakugou’s other small, fiery explosions. 

You remembered shrieking as the large explosion pushed you away from the blonde and onto the grassy ground. And, you remembered the horrified expression Bakugou held when he looked at you before quickly rushing you to your parents. 

But, you couldn’t even feel the 3rd degree burn that had been made onto your hand as you were rushed to the hospital. 

“He really only just got his quirk,” You concluded your recount of the memory, “so, we didn’t really know about it at all." 

"Healing quirks are really helpful too. I’m sure I would have got more than a scar if it wasn’t for that!” You tried to clear the heavy atmosphere in the air, but it didn’t really work, “Uh– but Bakugou has a much better understanding and control over it now! He’s spent a lot of time with it.”

“Ooh, so is that why he had whatever that stuff was at the summer training camp?” Kaminari was the first to comment.

“Huh?” Kirishima, Sero, and you all asked in unison.

“You remember that?” Mina asked alongside that.

“Well, yeah! I’ve never seen Bakugou be so caring before.” Kaminari defended himself.

“It also explains what I saw last week!” Mina argues.

“Um– what did you see?” You questioned.

“You two were holding hands on the way to school! But Bakugou seemed like– weird about it, and you were reassuring him?” Mina explained.

“Oh, yeah.” Your face heated. You could remember having passed Mina one morning, but you had no clue she actually continued watching you and Bakugou. 

“That’s how I got that scar though! I used to explain it, but it made people think he could be really dangerous, which isn’t true! And, he clearly tries really hard to not let things like that happen again.” You attempted to change the topic back to where you started. 

“I get it,” Mina replied, “I used to accidentally get acid all over everything. I lost so many cute clothes!" 

"Yeah, and if Bakugou were that dangerous we’d all have so many scars already!” Sero added.

“Hey,” Kaminari suddenly said, “Do you think Bakugou’s quirk could be used to make a flamethrower since it can work outside his body?" 

"It totally could! We should get him to do it! And Mina could use her acid to make it even more powerful!” Kirishima spoke up.

Quickly, the conversation devolved to speculation about how Bakugou’s quirk worked and how all their quirks could combine together to make the best explosion. 

You smiled at the, admittedly stupid, conversation –happy that Bakugou had found good friends. 

  "Hurry up!“ Hands shoved Bakugou around wherever they could reach to get him towards the couch and away from in front of the screen. 

As customary for Bakugou, he had to make a separate bowl on movie nights that he could cover in hot sauce and whatever other spices he combined. And, as customary for everyone else in the dorms, they didn’t feel like waiting for him. So, the introduction of the movie was already in full force as Bakugou returned to the common room and had to find whatever seat was left for him.

Today, you’d been lucky enough to get there early and get a couch seat, and, of course, you saved a spot for Bakugou. "You can’t save spots!” Kaminari had whined as he was reduced to sitting on the carpet.

“Yes they can!” Bakugou called out from the kitchen. You could still feel laughter bubbling up in your stomach at it. 

The blonde basically fell into his seat before placing the bowl of popcorn in between you two.

“No.” You whispered while moving the bowl away, “C'mere." 

Bakugou looked at you a bit cautiously. Of course, he looked towards your hand first before considering the option. This time, you didn’t even need to get your whispered reassurances out before he moved closer. His head rested on your chest as he lazily flung his arms around your torso while your hands found their way to his hair. The position was a bit awkward at first, but Sero kindly gave up his spot on the couch for the two of you to lay out. 

"Is that seriously the end!” Kaminari whined as the movie came to a close with credits fading in.

“Is there a second one?” Uraraka leaned forward. Mina, who was quick to grab the remote, began searching the movie title for any sort of sequel.

“There isn’t!” The group groaned in collective annoyance. Of course, they had encountered a key downside to watching an old movie they didn’t even research.

“That’s so annoying,” Uraraka basically threw herself back into her seat, “What now?" 

"Look at what comes up as recommended.” Sero gestured for Mina to do that.

“Doesn’t Bakugou usually say this was a shitty movie by now?” Jirou commented. Although, from her couch position, she already saw Bakugou’s current circumstance.

“Huh, Bakubro?” Kirishima turned towards the couch you two were on behind them. Bakugou was completely asleep on top of you with you in a similar state.

“Let’s pick something quiet, maybe.” Midoriya suggested as everyone turned back to the screen.

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader - Soft Spot

A/N: I’m not really sure if I like this one or not. It’s a lot better than the original (everything I’m posting is a rewrite of an original, older oneshot which is why I can currently post like daily lol), but I don’t know if that means I actually like it.

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou x GN Chubby Reader

Genre: Mild Angst to Fluff

Warnings: Body/Weight Insecurities are the main focus. The reader is also described wearing a dress (just a reminder that clothes don’t determine gender, but I do understand that people may feel uncomfortable about it!)

Summary:Bakugou finally asks you on a date after a year of growing to like him more and more, but the outift you’re wearing slowly becomes an issue for your night.

Word Count: 3k

You met Bakugou Katsuki in your first year of UA. Well, the entirety of Japan met Bakugou Katsuki, but you just so happened to be on a stage with him. It was the UA Sports Festival; A time for the hero course to show off to the pros while everyone else gets ignored.

You were in one of the many General Studies classes, situated in the far back of the crowd of first year students when you heard the blonde utter the words, “I’m gonna’ win” before you soon went on to damn near kick his ass. Honestly, the day felt like a messy blur. You kind of struggled through the initial obstacle course and came in at a place only marginally necessary to meet the goal. Followed by that, you decided to boldly ask to join the group with the boy who had won the obstacle course. By all means, you kind of expected the team to place lower with the large target he had on his back in the number of points. Yet, your group reached the winners, and you found yourself in the final 1v1 battle with only one other General Studies student alongside you.

It was a rather big opportunity for you. Although, your interests weren’t necessarily to be a hero or join the hero course; the recognition would be kind of cool. The idea of a trophy glimmered in your head for a moment before the bracket appeared for the whole stadium. And, you found your name in place beside Bakugou Katsuki. You lost that fight to almost no one’s surprise. The hero course students had such an unfair advantage in these types of fights with their combat and quirk work. No matter how powerful you attempted to make your quirk, it stood no chance against Bakugou. And, you lost.

For a moment, that was the end of it. You fought Bakugou Katsuki, and you two went on your seperate ways for the day and after the Sports Festival. Until one day at lunch, a tray slammed itself before you. “Sorry about that,” a voice soon followed, “I’m Ashido! You were at the Sports Festival, right? The one who went against Blasty? Your quirk was so cool!”

“Um- thanks…” You laughed at her comments awkwardly. You recognized the girl (who wouldn’t) from said Sports Festival. But, at the time, you had no clue why she would even talk to you in the first place.

“Do you wanna come have lunch with us!” She then offered and vaguely gestured to a table behind her. It was full of more 1-A kids who were also at the Festival. Actually, all of them were in the battles at the end. Most notably, the explosive blonde was there.

“Are they just doing this to make fun of me? If I say no she’ll probably just do it anyways. Maybe be nice for a bit more?” You considered it.

“Uh- yeah. Sure.” You agreed, grabbing your own tray and following her over to the table.

In your second year at UA, you had become a long-term official member of the unofficial Bakusquad. Needless to say, that one day at lunch turned into several more, then daily, and then you were spending most of your time outside of class with the group. Oh- and you’d fallen in love with the group’s most volatile, title member, Bakugou.

Bakugou, despite all odds, proved to be much nicer than you anticipated. He was still explosive, quick to hurl insults at anyone or anything he didn’t like, and a bit stand-offish. But, the time you two spent together proved to change that. He was kind to the others of the group: offering training help and advice, homework assistance, a shoulder to cry on or to rant to, and a particularly fierce protector if anyone decided to talk shit. And, at the end of the day (or rather your first year) you’d fallen in love with him.

It was nearing your summer break after one far too long semester of school. And, you were kindly welcoming the cooled dorms during the hot day. Before you could even enter your room, you’d come face to face with Bakugou. Usually, you meet up with the group on the walk back to the dorms. But, during the warmer days, you decided to make your way to your dorm room first before heading to the 1-A ones. So, it was a shock to find the blonde greeting you in the empty hall as the elevator doors opened to your floor.

“Um- hey.” You fiddled with the straps of your school bag as you greeted him.

“Go out with me.” He quickly replied.

You should have expected something so quick and blunt from Bakugou. He frequently admonished rambling (and refused to do it himself), and hated when people weren’t straight forward with him. Yet, despite all that knowledge, the first words to come out of your mouth were, “Huh?”

He scoffed but his eyes quickly shot to the floor and his attention moved towards digging the toes of his shoes into the carpet, “If you don’t want to then just say so.”

“That’s not what I meant! I’d love to!” You reassured him, “I just didn’t expect it, is all.”

He rolled his eyes before moving towards you, “Don’t think bad about yourself.” Bakugou didn’t add much more to that before continuing, “I’ll meet you at 6 in front of the dorms tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you there!” You met his eyes one more time before he was off to the elevators. His ears were tinted a shade of pink as he made his retreat.

Once you were sure the elevator had closed and began to move off the floor, you let out a happy, “Yes!”

The next day went by with a mystical film over it. You were physically in class, but your mind was at 6. You wondered what the date would be: some secret garden on campus, a picnic, or something chill in the dorms. Soon, you were past the evening and towards future dates outside of the school, your high school graduation, even to your adult years. Needless to say, the end of the day bell smacked you back to the ground as you exited the building for the day and realized just how close this date was.

“I didn’t even think about what I was going to wear? Should I have gotten him something? Should I find something? What do I have that he would like?” You wondered as you made your way back to the dorms.

You barely even noticed when you ran into a person as you walked. It was a bit delayed when you paused and apologized to the person, “Sorry, I wasn’t-”

“You’re coming with us.” They replied quickly.

“Huh?” You took a good look at the person you had bumped into. They had a UA uniform, dark sunglasses, and striking pink hair and skin.

“Mina? Where did you get the sunglasses fro- Ah!” You shrieked as a much taller person behind you picked you up.

“Got ‘em, let’s go.” A voice that was distinctly Sero spoke from behind you.

“Sero, put me down!” Sero basically sprinted with you towards your dorm buildings. You were sure that in the blur of people that passed you one of them was Bakugou.

The journey soon ended with Sero unceremoniously asking for your ID that opened your door. Thankfully, he finally listened to your protests to be put down and allowed you to open up your door on your own.

“You’ve been ambushed by the Bakusquad!” Mina declared once the door had shut behind the group. Sero, obviously, now stood beside her alongside Kaminari, Jirou, and Kirishima who were probably trailing behind the whole time.

“Why? You could have just- I don’t know, knocked,” You sent Sero a quick glare, “and doesn’t Bakugou usually join on these things?”

“No, this needed to be a surprise!” Mina insisted. “It really didn’t.” Jirou quietly added in between.

“We need to get you ready for your date with the resident explosion boy!” She concluded while sending a glare of her own towards Jirou.

“You know about that?” You muttered. There was silence for a moment before Mina was shaking you by the shoulders.

“Of course we know about it! You guys are so obvious!” She screeched loudly.

“Bakubro said he was going to, too.” Kirishima added. You barely managed to hear it over your brain rattling against your skull.

“So, what exactly is the plan here?” You asked.

“Right! We need to go through your closet.” Mina declared before she was head first into your closet alongside some of your other friends.

In the end, after a lot of needless back and forth between the group, you had selected an outfit. It was a dress that you had stored away in the back of your closet. You weren’t exactly sure when you packed it, but it probably ended up mixed in with some stuff and found itself back where it would have been at home. It was a floral patterned dress with short ruffled sleeves. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, waiting for 6PM, you realized why you forgot about this dress.

It was smaller than you wanted it to be. The sleeves made your arms look too big, and they showed too much of your legs as well. And, with each turn to see the side, it felt like your stomach just made more and more of a bump in the fabric.

“Maybe I should change and apologize to Mina for not wearing it.” You thought after another turn to the side. Before you could even execute the thought, a loud knock came from your door.

“They better not be trying to give me anymore advice.” You thought. Kaminari had come by at least three separate times to inform you of a new idea he had for something “smooth” you could do. You promptly forgot about all his suggestions once he left.

“Kaminari, I don’t-” While you were met by the face of a blonde, it was the other blonde of the group: your date.

“Bakugou, hi! Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a second.” You quickly corrected yourself. “I thought you wanted to meet outside the dorms?”

“I didn’t want to wait anymore. And I knew you were ready with how much those dumbasses were running around.” He explained with a scoff.

Bakugou had on jeans, which you were completely unaware of him owning (and a belt), and a shirt that did not have something to do with skulls.

“Well, I guess you aren’t wrong.” You awkwardly replied. You looked back into your room for a moment. There was probably a better outfit in your closet that you could find rather quickly, but Bakugou had already seen what you were wearing. He was likely to not stay quiet about it if you changed your outfit now.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yup!” The idea was immediately locked behind in your dorm as you exited with Bakugou beside you.

The walk to wherever Bakugou was taking you was quick. It seemed to just be around the back of the dorm buildings. UA itself was on a large hill surrounded by trees. But, Bakugou had managed to find a spot within the trees that left a perfect frame to see the shining stars in the sky. You didn’t see Bakugou as a stargazing guy, but, as you stopped by some blankets on the ground, your perception of the blonde only shifted more.

“Do you do this often?” You asked as you took a seat.

“Kinda’, it’s a nice place to go when everyone’s being annoying.” Bakugou sat on the blanket before quickly leaning onto his back.

“Hm- it seems like it.” You agreed. You were hesitant to lean backwards knowing that your discomfort in the dress would only further.

“Lay down, it’s easier to see.” Of course, Bakugou was soon to comment on it and gently tugged at you until you were in a laying position.

“So, why was Tapeface carrying you like some fuckin’ potatoes earlier.” Bakugou began.

“Oh yeah,” you laughed, “They wanted to give me a makeover for this date.”

He scoffed, “Dumbasses.” After a moment of silence he quietly, very quietly, added, “You look good, though.”

“Thanks.” You happily accepted the compliment. “Oh hey, thats a shooting star!” You pointed at a small flash of light that traveled a bit across the sky before disappearing.

“Huh, haven’t seen too many of those.” Bakugou replied.

“Guess I’m lucky.” You turned to him. A small smile crossed his face as you spoke. It wasn’t like his regular evil smirks but a real smile.

“Yeah, you are.” Bakugou replied. His hand moved closer to the inbetween space between the two of you. He wanted to hold your hand.

The thought made you happy, and you wanted to shift your own arm so that your hand would join him. But, the action alone sent a shooting pain of fear through you. Your hands were resting over your stomach and successfully hiding how gross you felt your body looked in this dress. So, reluctantly, you left your hand at your stomach and pretended not to notice. After a moment, Bakugou’s hand moved close to his body again with a small scoff.

“So, what else did you plan to do?” You tried to brush off the situation.

“Don’t know, thought maybe we’d talk a bit.” Bakugou replied.

“Hm- so, why’d you ask me out?” You began.

“Because I like you, obviously. That’s a stupid fuckin’ question.” He turned his head away while a clear red blush still illuminated his ears.

“Why wait so long then? Mina seemed to think we were so obvious.” You did a poor imitation of the pink girl’s voice as you repeated her words from earlier.

“That pink bitch doesn’t know shit.” he brushed off the comment first.

“I wanted to focus on hero shit. Didn’t see the use for any friends or anything like- this if I wanted to be a hero.” Bakugou answered honestly. You two had plenty of these conversations before on a similar topic.

“But that changed, obviously.” You replied.

“Yeah.” He didn’t add much more to that before offering his hand out again. He certainly noticed your quick glance back towards him before once again “ignoring” the offer.

He scoffed much louder this time, “I’m not gonna’ blow you up, y'know.”

“I know that! It’s just something else…” You trailed off.

“I’m not fuckin’ sweaty or any of that shit.” He added.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you! I- I don’t like this dress.” You responded honestly. Much like the previous topic, the two of you had talked a lot about your insecurities. So, you hoped the somewhat vague description would make sense to him.

It didn’t as he responded with, “There’s nothing wrong with it. It looks nice on you.”

“It’s not that it looks bad on me. I’d love to wear it more, but I don’t think I have the right body to keep wearing it. It has nothing to do with you, I promise.” You explained further.

“The hell does that mean, your body is fine.” He continued to deny.

“I’m fat, Bakugou.” You interjected while sitting up.

“You aren’t, though.” Bakugou followed your actions and sat up alongside you.

“Don’t lie to me. I’m a lot bigger compared to even the people in my general studies class. You remember those articles from First Year during the Sport’s Festival…” You continued.

“I don’t care what you call yourself, but you’re saying it like it’s a bad thing.” Bakugou halted your ranting before you could continue. He seemed to struggle to come up with his next words before settling on, “Stand up.”

He stood quickly and barely waited for you to fully get to your feet before he picked you up in his arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with your weight. I still lo- like you, no matter what you weigh. The other extras are the same. The people who actually care for you don’t give a shit what you look like or stupid things like numbers on a scale. Got it? Besides, I can pick you up just fuckin’ fine.” He emphasized so by lifting you even higher again for a moment.

He was much gentler than Sero was earlier. His hands support your lower back and side while your legs are wrapped around his torso and your arms keep your upper body weight close to him. And, as true as he was, he held you up without struggle.

“Thanks Katsuki.” You replied with a small kiss on the cheek.

“Whatever.” His ears flushed the same red as he looked away from you.

BNHA HCs - They’re Scared of Thunder

A/N: Alright, I’m finally doing the task of moving some of my older writing on to here! Most of this stuff was already written, and I’m just reformatting it for here.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, & Shoto Todoroki (Seperate) x GN Reader

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, nothing but fluff, this is fluff (maybe some mild angst, but it turns immediately into fluff)

Warnings:Very small mention of self-harm & blood in Kirishima’s (he bites his lip and y'know… sharp teeth)

Summary: There’s storm outside, and you begin to realize your boyfriend has a fear of thunder.

Izuku Midoriya

You sat, crossed legged, on the bed of your dorm room. As much as you dreaded it, you had to finally work on Present Mic’s English homework. You had to choose one of the many English children’s books he had (for whatever reason) and answer a few basic questions on it. Admittedly, there was nothing too complicated about the book you chose. But, it was still an assignment you wanted to continue procrastinating. 

A gentle rain was pattering against your balcony window as you read. The clouded sky outside darkened your room a bit and brought you a bit of a fuzzy feeling as you worked. You’d been hearing some low rumbles of thunder off in the distance for the past several hours as the rain had been falling, yet it suddenly made its presence known with a loud clap. Your room had been illuminated a blue-white for a moment from the flash of light followed by the startling crashing sound of thunder. The sound rumbled within the sky before quieting.

“Geez, I didn’t think the storm was that bad out there.” You commented as you looked towards your window. Droplets continued to pelt your window. They were almost in sync with the subsequent knock on your door only moments after you spoke. 

“It’s unlocked!” You were too comfy to get up now.

The door opened a crack before the person entered and quietly closed the door behind them. You didn’t even really need to look up to know it was your boyfriend, Izuku.

“Hey Izu, what’s up!” You greeted him.

“Can– can I stay with you a bit?” He asked. The green haired boy’s eyes darted every which way while he fiddled with the strings of the All Might hoodie he was wearing. 

“Sure, I’m just working on English, so I won’t be very interesting to talk to for a minute.” You replied.

“No worries.” He replied before taking a seat at your desk. Despite your close relationship, he rarely sat on your bed with you unless you immediately offered it.

With quick succession from the first flash of lightning, a second one struck and rattled the windows once more.

“Wow, it’s really bad out there.” You commented.

As your gaze shifted back to him, you were met with an oddly unfamiliar sight. The hero in training looked scared: hands clamped around his ears, eyes dead set to your slightly opened window, and body curled into himself.

“Um– Izuku?” Your voice took on a more concerned tone as you looked at the cowering teen.

“Sorry, it just startled me,” he began, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen thunderstorms this big before.”

“Izuku.” You tried to interrupt him, but he continued.

“Who knows where it might strike. Maybe it’ll hit a tree or even a building!” Izuku continued on. You called his name out again to no avail.

“That’d be awful if it was a building! I’d hope heroes or fire rescue could reach them in time.” His ramblings didn’t cease with another call of his name. “Although, I guess they’re much more often to hit somewhere in the middle of nowhere rather than any specific place or person–" 

"Izuku!”

“Oh, sorry, I was muttering again. You should get back to your English homework. I didn’t mean to distract you!” He attempted to correct himself.

“Are you scared of thunder, Izu?” You asked straight forward.

He responded quickly, “What? Of course not!" 

"Izuku, people don’t start shaking like that when they’re just startled.” You pointed towards his hands quivering in his lap.

“I guess,” He trailed off for a moment to fiddle with his hoodie strings again, “Loud noises scare me sometimes.”

“Oh Izu, come here.” The boy’s movements from your desk chair to your bed were immediate and his arms were tight around you.

“Sorry if I’m bothering you. I really could leave if you want me to.” He offered even as he clearly made himself comfortable in your arms.

“It’s fine, besides, Mic-Sensei is nice about homework.” You reassured your boyfriend.

You were sure your legs were going to be numb in the morning from this sitting position, but you were happy with comforting him.

Katsuki Bakugou

  For once, your class 1-A teachers didn’t give you any weekend homework. Maybe, they finally wanted to give their students a break after the constant changes, or they (particularly Eraserhead) were just lazy. No matter the reason, it gave you a rare Friday evening with your boyfriend.

You two chose to watch a movie which was quite fitting as a storm began to brew outside while you watched. It wasn’t very long before the rain outside was piercing through the voices from the TV, and Bakugou was just as quick to grab the remote and increase the volume greatly over the noises of the outdoors. 

It was around the fourth time that he’d done this when you decided to finally comment on the storm. A particularly loud clatter of thunder prompted Bakugou to reach over behind himself before extending his arm over your body to increase the volume of the TV. Although, before he could toss it back behind him, you took it from his hands to pause the movie. 

“The storm’s getting really bad out there.” You commented to the blonde.

“Yeah.” Bakugou muttered. As you sat up, you realized just how tight his grip had been around your waist as he released it. 

“Do you think the power will go out?” You continued about the storm.

“Maybe.” Your gaze shifted towards the blonde haired boyfriend who was still laying down. His crimson eyes quickly met yours and they– were not normal. He looked scared like when he was kidnapped at the Training Camp. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m fiNE!” As he spoke, more thunder echoed outside and his voice cracked in response.

He glared at you immediately, “You didn’t hear shit." 

"Are you scared of thunder?” Of course, he didn’t respond to the abrupt accusation. “It’s fine if you are! I won’t tell anyone. Is– is there anything that’ll help you?" 

He crossed his arms over his chest as he responded, "My mom rubs my hands, sometimes. I tell that bitch not to, but she always bothers me whenever there’s a storm." 

You smiled a bit at how sweet it sounded before offering your hand out. With some hesitation, he placed his palm over yours. You rubbed circles over the skin, squeezing at some pressure points you knew of, and then shifting your motions to the other hand. Occasionally, you could feel him tense as the thunder made itself heard within the room. But, it seemed to be calming him down with help of the movie having been turned back on. 

"Hey, Katsuki?” You spoke up

“Hm?” His chest rumbled from underneath you as he hummed.

“Do– do other loud noises scare you. Like your explosions?" 

You would’ve almost missed what he said if the room wasn’t so quiet at just that moment, "Sometimes." 

"You can always come to me whenever this happens, you know? I want to be here for you.” You added.

It wasn’t until long after you fell asleep that he muttered, “Thanks." 

Eijirou Kirishima 

  For the past several weeks, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima’s main study partner (or really, teacher) had been absent for several evenings to do make-up lessons to get his hero license. So, you, kindly, offered to take his place.

"You can do the extra three problems then we can do the homework together, if you need.” You finished while moving to start your own homework.

“Alright!” He replied. Kirishima talked quietly to himself as he did the problems: reading the problems, identifying the numbers, and going through each of the steps that you explained. The room remained rather silent other than his rather quiet muttering and the scratching of pencils on paper. 

“Hey, is this right?” Kirishima turned his notebook towards you to show you the question.

“Hm– it looks…” in between your response a large clap of thunder rattled the room from outside.

“Wow, I didn’t even notice it was raining.” You looked towards your darkened window, droplets were beginning to smack against it and you could see the many trees outside blowing harshly in the wind.

“Y-yeah, looks wild out there.” Kirishima replied. You eyed him for a moment at the stutter that he began the sentence with.

“Maybe Aizawa will finally let us train inside again if the grounds are still wet in the morning. It’s been so cold lately.” You continued.

“Yeah.” Kirishima was looking intensely down at his notebook. It was clear he wasn’t really writing anything but rather moving his pencil lightly up and down.

“Are you stuck on that question?” You prompted.

“Oh, no. I’ll start on it now.” It was silent for another moment as the two of you went back to work. The second sign of thunder wasn’t quite as startling. The sky rumbled a bit, and it echoed off the window. 

You glanced back towards the red head across from you for a moment after his odd reaction to the initial thunder. He was biting his lip rather harshly and enough so that you could see a small amount of blood. Meanwhile, his eyes were darting everywhere around the paper at anything but back up at you. 

“Hey, you’re bleeding.” You reached over to grab a tissue and hand it to him.

“He lightly pressed it to his mouth and saw the small blotch of red that came away when he did so.

"Oh, sorry…” He pressed it back onto his lip.

“Hey Kiri, is everything alright?” You asked.

“I uh…” He hesitated on a response for a moment before promptly replying, “I should probably go. Thanks for the help, (Y/N)! I’ll see you in class tomorrow!” He hurriedly began gathering his school supplies together into a messy pile.

“Hey, hold on! I just want to know what’s going on. If you’re having trouble with the questions or something we can talk about it. You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.” You rushed to keep him in the room for just a bit longer.

“I understand it all just fine! I can just go back to my room and finish the homework.” Kirishima insisted.

A third strike of thunder and lightning illuminated the room. It was much louder the second and sounded much closer as well. And, Kirishima punctuated it with some sort of muted squeak. You two looked at each other for a moment in complete silence.  Kirishima’s ears and face slowly burned red while you mentally tried to piece together what happened.

“Are you scared of thunder?” You finally asked.

“I– uh…” he struggled through his words again. 

“It’s fine if you are! I just want to make sure you’re okay.” You explained.

“I know– it’s not super manly.” He spoke quietly.

“Of course it’s manly, Kirishima! Knowing and accepting your fears is always manly." 

"Thanks.” The silence extended for another moment. Kirishima continued to stand awkwardly beside your desk. His notebooks still sat on the table, and he wasn’t making any move to continue leaving.

“Would you like to stay here? At least until the storm is done.” You offered.

“I'd– I’d like that.” Hesitantly, he moved back to his previous seat across from you.

“Wanna’ watch a movie instead? Homework is pretty boring.” You asked.

“Yeah,” Kirishima chuckled, “we should." 

Shoto Todoroki

   It started raining during the middle of training. And, while Aizawa was almost never against using weather conditions as an opportunity to train, All Might would not let that stand (using the multiple poorly dressed and shirtless students as a reasoning). So, the class was all moved into the nearest indoor training grounds while the storm raged outdoors. 

You could hear the loud rain hitting the windows of the training facility, and the building even rumbled as thunder began to pick up. Although the awful storm outside was concerning, you became more concerned with your training partner: Todoroki. He seemed to struggle more than usual in the fight, and his head snapped towards every loud noise including Bakugou’s regular explosions. You decided not to comment on it for now. 

"Alright everyone,” All Might called out to the class. The sound of something (likely someone) hitting the ground came from the back of the room before the retired hero continued, “Head back to the locker rooms and get changed. It may still be raining, but the walk isn’t too far.”

“Shoji, protect me from the rain. It always messes up my hair.” Mina whined to the tall, multi-limbed classmate.

“Me too!” Hagakure joined the pink girl. Both of them stared at the invisible girl oddly at the comment.

“Don’t look at me like that! I just don’t want to get wet!” The girl whined.

Nevertheless, the girls walked under the umbrella of Shoji’s arms followed by Tokoyami who said something about his feathers despite his hero costume being the best to work against the rain. A couple of people decided not to join Shoji’s umbrella group by running back. Others, like yourself, chose to just walk since you could just dry off in the locker room. 

“Hey Todoroki, can I come over again after class today? I don’t understand Ectoplasm’s lesson at all.” You asked 

“Yeah.” Todoroki nodded. As usual, he didn’t add much else to the conversation without the more talkative Midoriya and Uraraka there.

“Ugh– and he said the test is coming up this Friday! Why does he keep doing that to us!” You whined. The half and half hummed in response to your complaints.

As you continued to walk forward, a spiral of lightning flashed through the sky and the resounding thunder afterwards filled your ears. 

“Wow, I’ve never seen lightning like that before! We should probably get inside soon, huh?” You turned to the side to look at Todoroki. Instead of him being beside you, he was a bit behind where he appeared to have stopped walking. In addition to his pause, his eyes were wide and he was flaming up.

“Hey, Todoroki, are you alright? Do you need to go somewhere else?” You approached him.

“I’m fine,” He responded. Although, he sounded a bit out of breath, “I need to go.”

He speed-walked ahead of you and was pretty much at the locker room doors before you even started walking again.

The rain hadn’t taken many moments to calm throughout the day, especially not on the way back to the dorms. You followed close beside the group that walked with Shoji this time, yet you still had to change your semi-soaked uniform when you returned to your dorm room. 

Despite Todoroki largely avoiding you after hero training that day, you decided to go to his dorm room after class anyway. You knocked gently on the door with the hope that he was in the dorm. The door clicked and opened to reveal the dual-haired hero in training. He was wearing a sweater now which, fittingly, was blue with a pattern of white snowflakes.

“Hey, Todoroki. I know you said I could come over earlier to work on math stuff.” You awkwardly greeted him.

“Yeah, you can come in.” He stepped to the side while opening the door. It seemed the consensus was to ignore the events after training for now, “Which lesson is it again?”

“It’s the lesson Ectoplasm gave today! I don’t get it at all.” You slumped down into the cushion beside the low table in the center of the room.

“It’s not too hard.” He sat himself down across from you, “You just have to follow the steps he gave." 

"That’s easy for you to say.” You muttered.

“You wrote them all down right–” he leaned closer to you to look at the notebook you had just opened.

However, the loudest crash of thunder you had heard yet interrupted him. You could hear a glass of water he had on the table rattle, and the room around you felt as though it was shaking. You shrieked at the loud noise and there was a matching yelp from Todoroki beside you. A couple of other shrieks or yells came from elsewhere in the dorm building especially after the lights promptly shut off only seconds later.

“W-well, that was loud,” You commented, “Right, Todoroki?" 

You could feel him gripping your left arm rather tightly, but he didn’t respond.

"Todo?” You repeated the question.

“Could– could you stay here?” He asked, “please.”

“Yeah, of course!” You sat in the deafening silence for a moment unsure of what else to say. 

“Are– are you afraid of thunder?” You decided to ask. 

“I– yes. I am.” He quietly responded.

“That’s fine. I’ll stay as long as you need me to. I probably couldn’t even make it to my room with it being this dark anyways.” As promised, you stayed beside him the rest of the night as the thunder and rain reverberated against the windows. 

Some BNHA Bois x Gn Reader with a Bird Quirk

A/N: You know those Hawks scenarios/imagines, whatever they are, where Hawks gives the reader shiny things? Well I was reading those, so now anyone who cares will get some spontaneous scenarios.

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki x GN Reader, Shinsou Hitoshi x GN Reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warnings: Do I need to even say some swearing? Bakugou? Feelings of insecurity and dejection

Summary: Reader with a bird quirk (basically just Hawks part 2 and bird tendencies) tries to give their boyfriend a shiny thing and eventually they understand, but they mostly don’t.

Bakugou Katsuki

• The first time you did it, you gave him one of those metal jacks that you found in the Class 1-A Game Closet.
• Of course, he didn’t know what you were doing.
• When you dropped the small toy in his hand, he was confused.

“What the fuck is this?”

Your smile dropped a bit at his negative reaction, “Its a present for you. I found it.”

“Why would I want this shit? Its not even part of a full set, dumbass.” He replied bluntly.

• He didn’t take your sadness seriously at first—thinking you were just being weird.
• You didn’t stay sad for long though. His disaste for your gift only made you determined to find a better one.
• This time, you found yourself drawn to some of the schools landscaping. Specficially, a discarded candy wrapper.
• It wasn’t as shiny as the last object, but it was Bakugou’s favorite color, orange,
• Your heart swelled and your cheeks flushed at the thought of him being happy about the gift. Maybe even giving you a kiss.
• However, instead…

“Why the fuck are you handing me trash! Throw away your own shit.” He rolled his eyes.

“S-so you don’t like it?” Bakugou didn’t seem to notice you were close to tears, maybe he didn’t care.

“Why the hell would I like garbage!” He harshly responded.

• … He compared your heartfelt gift to trash.
• You ran off in tears while Bakugou was none the wiser. He had already walked back to the common room to throw away the candy wrapper you gave him.

“Ooooh, did Bakugou have candy?” Mina called out as she noticed his actions.

“I want candy too! Hook me up, Kacchan!” Kaminari reached towards the other blonde with grabby hands.

“Shut up dumbasses, I don’t have candy. (Y/N) gave me their trash, and I had to waste my damn time throwing it away.” Bakugou threw himself onto the mostly empty couch.

“Didn’t they give you something yesterday too. What’d you ever do with that?” Sero asked.

“I put it back in that gross closet where it belongs.”

“Hey, don’t birds give their s/o shiny or colorful things to like— impress then or something?” Kaminari pointed out. The room waited for Bakugou’s reaction in silence.

“Thats stupid, Pikachu. I’m going to bed.” He finally responded.

• Bakugou fucked up, and he knew it.
• He was internally cursing at himself for not knowing. Why hadn’t he guessed it was a bird thing?
• He needed to do something to apologize.
• Bakugou’s not one for verbal apologies anyways. He gets a gift spelling out thats he’s sorry rather than actuallly saying it.
• Maybe he could get you something shiny in return. After his very harsh response to your past two attempts, he was sure he wouldn’t have a third chance to accept the gift.
• He opted to look outside the dorms, hoping something especially shiny would catch his eye in the moonlight.
• Bakugou ended up finding a crystal-like rock in one of the dorms decoratige rock beds. He put it in his uniform pocket for tomorrow.
• The next day in class, you looked like a mess.
• Messy hair and uniform, showing up mere seconds before Aizawa shuffled into the room. Bakugou totally glanced over at you more than he should. You were practically asleep for every lesson.
• Guilt built up in the pit of his stomach knowing that he caused this.
• He ended up waiting until the end of the day to talk to you. It might not have made you feel better, but he let you have some extra time asleep.
• Eventually he found himself at your dorm door— definitely not hesitating to knock
• He gently, for once in his life, knocked his knuckles on the door. Probably very relieved when he heard the door actually open.

“Oh Katsuki, I didn’t expect to see you.” You wiped at your eyes a bit.

“I—” He hardly began before you cut him off, “Hold on, I got something for you. You can come in.”

He cautiously stepped in and unsure if he really should. He tried to keep his eyes on the floor, but it only felt worse as he scanned over the countless tissues that littered the floor near your trash can. Not to mention, the very noticeable indent of your curled up body on the bed and a wet stain where your face would have been.

“H-here, I know you didn’t like my last gifts. So, I f-found something you might like a bit better. Its from my own collection, so its not trash or dirty or anything like that!” You held out a small orange charm. It was similar to a mini disco ball. Your room light caused the it to reflect small patterns onto your hands.

Bakugou slowly picked it up rolling it between his fingers. “I love it.” He stated. Your eyes widened to saucers at his rare choice of words.

“R-Really!” The excitement greatly changed the tone if your voice from seconds ago.

“I— I got you something too.” He said. Digging into his low pants pocket before pulling out the pebble.

“Here, it looked pretty shiny. I thought you’d like it.” You took the pebble from his so slowly like it would shatter from a wrong breath.

“Its beautiful! Thank you so much Bakugou.” You threw your arms around him. It brought a small smile onto his face.

• Bakugou never made that mistake again.
• And he keeps all your shiny and colorful gifts on his desk in the dorm room

Shinsou Hitoshi

• Shinsou felt pretty proud of his abilities to understand things quickly.
• In his regular classes he was able to understand new concepts with little troubles, he basically figured out how to use his support items in a couple days…
• But when it came to relationships, he was always at a complete loss.
• Even more so with a hybrid (s/o).
• The first thing you gave to him threw him for quite the loop, a piece of glass.

“Hi-to-shi~ I got you something!” You exclaimed.

“What is i— why do you have glass?” Maybe, he was expecting something cat related, you’d already given him several cat keychains and small toys from the arcade, but he hardly anticipated a small piece of blue tinted glass in your hand.

“Its your present! Isn’t it pretty?” You asked, holding it up to admire it.

“I guess? Why didn’t you throw it away, you could accidently cut yourself on it.” He replied.

You were a bit taken aback, “But why would I throw away a present?”

Shinsou was confused and not sure how to respond, so he just decided to move on. “Whatever, are we still going to study tonight?”

“Oh right! I need to go get my stuff, be right back.” You gently placed the glass on the corner of his desk and left the room.

• Shinsou stared at the glass for a moment before throwing it away, he didn’t see a use in still keeping it.
• You were noticeably less excited when you came back and noticed it in his small trash bin.
• Yet, Shinsou hardly noticed.
• The second time, rather than being given something, Shinsou came into your room.
• You had all the shiny objects you collected on a small shelf in your room.
• You noticed Shinsou admiring it and perked up a bit. Your wings puffed up ever so slightly- proud of your collection.

“Why do you have all that trash in your room, (Y/N)? I didn’t think you were thatlazy.” Shinsou tried joking, but you didn’t find it funny at all.

“O-oh…” You were already in tears. You wings were resting low now, basically dragging behind you.

• Shinsou panicked
• He didn’t know how to handle crying nor how to handle his s/o crying.

“D-did something happen? Did I say something wrong? What am I supposed to do?” He mumbled the last question, more to himself, but you responded to it anyway.

“Can you just leave, please?” You asked, and he panicked even more.

“Are you sure I can’t do anything! Um— I’ll-I’ll just go then, tell me if you want to talk or— I’ll go.” He awkwardly shuffled out of the room, trying to stumble his way to an appropriate response,

• Shinsou, of course, went to Aizawa for advice because Dadzawa.
• It was certainly awkward detailing his disaster of a love life to his mentor. It wasn’t like he was doing any better, but it still was weird.

“Wh-what am I supposed to do, Sensei? They literally told me to get out!” Shinsou repeated.

“Have you thought that it has something to do with their quirk?” Aizawa finally spoke.

“Their quirk? N-no, I didn’t.”

He sighed before beginning the explaination, “Birds like to collect shiny and colorful things to decorate their nests with or to attract— partners. Their quirk is bird-like, meaning they’re just exhibiting habits of a regular bird.”

“So I did mess up.” Shinsou realized.

• He waited until the next day to apologize, giving you your space to be reasonably mad at him before he addressed it.
• He didn’t have anything fancy to give you with the apology, which he sort of regreted once he got to.
• Shinsou spoke his words, face to face, and then waited…
• And waited…
• He was pretty close to sounding like a begging child who wanted their favorite toy back, but you spoke before his apologies would delve down that road.
• “I forgive you, ‘Toshi. I should have explained it to you instead of assuming you would know what I meant.”
• You two went back and forth for awhile on who’s “fault” it was. Only to silence eachother with a kiss.

Smartass | Bakugou x Reader

summary: Four years of despising Katsuki Bakugou has all gone for naught. Tonight you find out the reason behind all the stink eyes, all the shoving you by his shoulder, all the eye rolls, all the rude replies, just—everything.

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warning: oral (fem!receiving)

You scan your eyes over your dress in front of the full-length mirror. A velvet black cocktail dress that hugs your curves just right, a plunging neckline which shows off both your cleavage and your back, and a slit that shows off your entire right leg—from your feet up to your hip. Your choice of black velvet heels with gold accents compliment your gold accessories well.

“I look fine as fuck.” You let out a chuckle as Mina whistles lowly, her eyes scanning your body once, but very, very slowly. “Damn right you do.” She agrees, tilting her head to the side quickly.

“Now come on, we’re gonna be late.” She grabs onto your hand, giving you barely enough time to grab your purse. “Mina, the party is in the gym. It’s like a five-minute walk from here.”

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna miss all the pictures. Fashionably late is good—amazing even. But late late just makes us look like idiots.” She sighs as if she’s experienced it before and you chuckle lightly, allowing her to drag you to the party.

Even from the outside, you can already see all the colorful lights. You don’t need Jiro to know about the deep bass as you can feel it from under your heels. And you don’t need supersonic hearing to hear whatever music is being played.

“It’s like an early ’welcome to the college life’ party instead of a graduation party.” Mina smiles brightly as the two of you near the gym even more. “Too bad there isn’t any alcohol.” She scoffs that part before you two stop right in front of the open doors, taking in the party.

All five classes of your batch are mixed-in together. Here, nobody’s caring whether they’re talking or dancing to a hero, general, support, or management student.

As your eyes continue to scan the gym, they immediately lock-down on an all-too-familiar blond allowing Eijirou to chat his ear out. Your good mood immediately sizzles into spite and you feel the corners of your lips tug downwards.

Not wanting the simple sight of him ruin your night, you follow Mina to a group of girls, faking a smile.

This night isn’t ruined for me.

This night isn’t ruined for me.

This night isn’t ruined for me.

This night isn’t ruined for me.

This night isn’t ruined for me.

“If a villain attack happens tonight, your dumbass is the first one to get hit by them.”

You close your eyes and slowly let out a breath. It usually helps with controlling your stress, but you already feel anger bubbling inside you. You open your eyes and keep your gaze straight as well as your expression.

“Seriously, who wears six-inch heels and a long dress in an all-hero event? If you had any common sense left in you, you would know that tonight, most likely, villains will attack.”

You turn your head to Katsuki, giving him a bored expression. You’ve tried scowling and cursing at him but that only seemed to push him even more. After four long years of having to hear crap leave his mouth about everything you do, you’ve gone bored of it.

“Midoriya can probably insult me better than you can at this point.” You keep your tone flat, turning your attention back to the crowd because no matter how much he annoys you, how much he clearly hates your guts, Katsuki Bakugou shouldn’t have the most gorgeous face you’ve ever seen. It doesn’t fit well with his rotten attitude.

“Don’t say that idiot’s name while I’m talking to you.” Katsuki growls. You feel your heart pitter-patter on your chest but you do a good job at hiding its effects on you.

“Or what? You’ll blow my face off? You’ve overused that line, think of another one.”

Katsuki growls, either at your indifference or your reply. You can’t really tell with this man.

“Or I’ll drag you over to the storage room and lock you in there.” You can feel his glare penetrating through your dress and skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body.

“You knew this party would be held at night, why didn’t you wear anything that would cover more skin?”

Given the flickering lights and dark ambience, you didn’t think he’d catch onto that tiny detail. It catches you so off-guard that your head whips to face him, an incredulous look stamped all over your face.

“You look dumb.” He points out.

You quickly regain composure, blinking away any cracks you’ve shown before resuming to your bored expression. “Goodluck on your life, Bakugou. I hope to never see you again.” for the sake of your poor heart. But you don’t add that bit. You don’t want to. He’ll laugh at your face.

You walk over to the buffet table, picking up a cup of juice as you make small talk with a few people. For a whole hour, that’s all you do. Until Uraraka pulls you towards the dance floor.

Kiss Me More by Doja Cat starts playing and everyone cheers. You begin dancing and singing with Uraraka, laughing and swaying your hips at the song.

“I ain’t giving you one in public! I’m giving you hundreds, fuck it!” You sing at the top of your lungs, allowing the energy of the song to fill your body, letting it control you.

You feel hands land on your moving hips, and your back is pressed against a hard chest. “Keep swaying your hips like that and see what it gets you.” A familiar growl fills your ear, making you chuckle.

You turn around, raising a brow at Katsuki. You weren’t prepared to see how he’d look under the flash of red and purple lights. He looks absolutely breathtaking. His vermilion eyes glow in the dark ambience of the room but the occasional flashing of different colors compliment him amazingly.

“Youhope to never see me again?” He quotes you, tone obviously upset and irritated. “You have a lot of nerve hoping for something you will never get. If it takes everything in me to prevent it, then so be it.”

You scoff, looking away for a second as your jaw begins to harden at the audacity this man has. “So you can what? Continue showing how much you hate my fucking guts for the rest of my life?” You glare at him, “Point taken! Message received! You’ve accomplished your mission way back when you decided to use every insult you had in your book on me!”

Your lungs burn and your throat aches at all your yelling. Partly because the music forces you to yell so he can understand but also because you’ve reached your limit. Katsuki Bakugouhas got to be one of the most sexily vexing motherfuckers in this high school. And you can’t wait for the day to never lay your eyes on him again.

You turn around, scowl embedded on your face as you march your way back to the buffet table. You quickly grab a cup without stopping before making your way to Mina and the group she’s chatting and laughing with.

“Hey babes, I’m going back to my dorm. I’m totally spent and I just wanna pass out right about now.” You huff, “After washing up and changing into the most comfortable clothes I can find.”

Mina pouts for a moment but as she continues studying your face, you come to a conclusion that you probably look way worse than you think, since she nods her head in agreement.

“Okay, let me just grab a drink then we can head out-”

“No, no, Mina. You don’t have to. Stay here and have fun. I’ll be okay.” You start walking away but she catches up to you.

“Absolutely not. You don’t leave a girlfriend to walk home alone after a party.”

“Mina—” You stop in your tracks, taking a deep breath to calm yourself. You really don’t want to take your anger out on your best friend. By yelling at her, you’ll be ruining her night as well. So you settle with a tired smile. “I’m a hero. On top of that, we’re in school grounds. UA is one of the safest places in Japan. Plus, I just really want to be alone right now.”

Mina scans the room before turning back at you, nodding her head. “Okay, still, be careful.” She throws her arms around your neck and you wrap yours around her waist, pulling her closer. “Good night.” She kisses you on the cheek. “Have fun.” You mumble, kissing her cheek back before pulling away.

Your way back to the dorms is quick and you thank the gods for it. Sleeping your anger off is probably not the best course of action but stabbing Katsuki Bakugou in the face has worse consequences. You have to do with what you have.

The second you enter your room, you kick off you heels and begin undoing your dress. Right before you drop the soft material on the floor, you hear a knock on your door.

“Mina, I got back fine. You didn’t have to come all the way back here—” When you open the door, the words die in your mouth.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, one day.” Katsuki grits out, eyes locking in yours.

He’s leaning his tall frame on your doorway, forearm pressed on the spot above his head. Despite your irritation on him before, you can’t help the heat pooling right below your belly. This pose has to be one of the hottest things he’s ever done. Like, Vogue magazine typa shit.

You click your tongue, letting out a tired breath. “Katsuki, can’t you just let this go? After this you’ll never have to see me again. I’ll even go out of my way to make sure all my hero works happen far, far away from your vicinity.”

Katsuki didn’t like that at all. His brows furrow, his jaw locks and his eyes harden. What had you said that was so wrong now? Where was your mistake?

“You’ve been repeating that idea the whole night. Christ.” He huffs out the last part, burying his face in his hands as if this conversation stresses him out.

“I’m obviously saying the wrong things.” Your brows furrow. “Tell me what you wanna hear so you can fuck off and leave me alone!”

“Everything you said has been the complete opposite of what I want to hear!” He yells, making you jump. “Everything you’ve been doing the entire night—pushing me away, looking at me as if I’m some annoying twerp you’re trying to get rid of, everything!”

He looks like he’s about to cry. And not in a funny way.

“The second you entered our classroom, you got me tripping on my feet! I can’t fucking focus in class, I make sure I don’t make any mistakes so I don’t fucking embarrass myself in front of you.”

What the fuck?

“You’re always so good and kind to everyone but you’re never that with me! Why?! What do they have that I don’t, huh?” He extends his arms beside him in an effort to let this confusing anger out safely.

“What the fuck are you on?” You growl, “For six whole months in our first year, I’ve been nice to you. And all you’ve ever done in return is treat me like shit! I’m not a pushover, Bakugou! If someone doesn’t treat me right, I don’t see why I shouldn’t treat them shitty too.”

“Alright, explain. Explain to me how I’ve treated you like shit.” He places both his hands on his hips and although he appears to have calmed down, you’re afraid one mistake will push him to blow up. Literally. But frustration trumps fear.

“All the glaring! The proving me wrong! Calling me shitty names! Shoving me with your shoulder! Just straight up bullying. You bullied me for four years straight, and you’re confused?!” The building shakes from your quirk. Manipulation. What messes you in your game are your emotions. If you can’t control them, they take over your quirk.

Though this doesn’t seem to faze Katsuki as he continues to rebute your claims. “I wasn’t glaring at you, I was trying to figure you out! I wasn’t proving you wrong, I was pointing out a fact you missed and wanted you to know about it! I call everyone shitty names! And when I shoved you, I was so desperate to know whether you were as soft as Mina claimed that day.” Katsuki is heaving at this point, his expression clearly hoping for you to get his point. However how confusing it is.

Silence engulfs the both of you as a million thought run through your head. You try to piece together whatever Katsuki dumped on you and you reach a very confusing yet a very attractive but very unlikely conclusion.

“When you came in wearing that dress and those heels…” Katsuki snaps you out of whatever mental state you were in. This is the first time he gave a good look at your outfit since he got here. “I noticed too much heads turning to look at you.” He growls.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.” Fucking hell. “But they don’t need to be so obvious about it. They don’t need to fucking gawk at you.”

Scratch that, you’re now sure about your conclusion.

You bury your teeth on your lower lip, feeling your body heating up. Katsuki likes you back. He thinks you’re beautiful. He liked you the same time you started liking him. The both of you are fucking idiots!

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His voice is low and calm. You’re just now noticing how close the both of you are.

“How we’re both idiots for assuming and never talking about our problems to each other.” You drop your gaze onto his chest, unable to look up at him.

You hear him sigh before he takes a step back, his hands back on his face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He whispers, making you look back up at him. He drops his hands and his face probably looks as tired as yours when you left the party.

“You’re tired. Go to sleep, I’ll come back in the morning.” He begins to walk away but you call out for him before you can stop yourself.

He turns around with raised brows. With quick thinking, you use your quirk to redo the zipper of your dress. “Can you…” I’m either having a stroke or those drinks were laced with something that’s making me do this. “Can you help me out of my dress before you go? The zipper’s stuck. I don’t wanna ruin it.”

Katsuki stalls for a second, two, three, four, five—before he slowly walks back to you. You step back a few steps, allowing him in your room for the first time before turning around.

You feel Katsuki’s hands tremble as they hold onto the zipper, pulling it down smoothly. The action reveals the white-laced underwear you have on. “Fuck it.” Katsuki huffs before kicking your door closed, spinning you around by your hips and oushing you against the wall.

“You.” Your organs shake at how deep that octave was. “You, you, you, you.” Katsuki’s eyes are dark and they hold something you should fear. An emotion so deep and desperate to come out that just the sight of it should have you running for the hills. But no. That dark look is exactly what it takes for your legs to squeeze together.

Katsuki quickly notices this movement but seems to ignore it. He slowly brings his hand up, finger tracing over your arm and up your shoulder, across your neck before settling on your cheek. “Soft.” He whispers, running his thumb across your lower lip.

You don’t stop yourself from wrapping your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around it before opening your mouth again. Katsuki’s breathing becoms ragged as he stares at his thumb for a few moments before returning his gaze in your eyes.

“Such a fucking tease.” He grits out before pressing his lips against yours. You don’t stop the noise that leaves your throat at the contact, you don’t stop your hands from reaching up his collar and pulling his body closer to yours, you don’t stop him from studying the wet cavern of your mouth with his tongue. No. You accept it all. You claw at him, running a hand up his nape to comb your fingers through his hair as you tug on it.

Katsuki’s grip on your waist tightens for a moment before he begins to run his hands up and down your waist, you let him snake them around your back to pull you closer all whilst your tongues dance in perfect harmony.

The feel of his calloused hands running up the bare skin of your back has goosebumps erupting all over your body. You whine into his mouth, desperately pushing your body against his for more contact. You want more of this, more of him.

“As much as I love this dress on you, baby.” He breathes out, hooking the strap of your dress on his finger before pulling it to the side, allowing it to hang loosely on your shoulder. “I’d prefer you out of it.” He does the same action to your other strap and soon enough, your dress is pooling around your bare feet.

Katsuki’s eyes darken at the sight of your bare breasts. He swears under his breath, “You didn’t have a bra on this whole time?” He asks, running a hand from your hips, up your waist before they settle below your breast.

He looks up at you, eyes staring into the deep crevices of your soul. You feel so naked, so exposed at how he’s looking at you but at the same time you love how it feels. You want him to see everything about you. You want to completely unravel yourself for him.

Without another word, Katsuki bends over and takes your sensitive bud in his mouth. You suck in a surprised breath, your core melting at how hot his mouth feels. He maneuvers his tongue to play with your nipple, drawing circles and flicking it. While his mouth busies itself, his hand finds its way to your other boob, massaging it. His fingers tug and twist it, causing your body to dive into a whole new level of overstimulation.

Your hands find his hair once again and you scratch and tug at his scalp, throwing your head back as you arch your back more, pushing your breasts into his face. Katsuki’s other hand slides down your ass, giving it a soft squeeze before running it down the back of your thigh. He pulls at your leg to wrap it around his waist and his other hand mirrors its actions.

You wrap both your legs around his waist, letting him carry you as his mouth moves upwards, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin of your neck.

You didn’t even realize he brought the both of you to your bed until he’s throwing you on the soft mattress. You look up at him, towering over you as he stands right by the foot of your bed. He looks ravenous, dangerous. “Bakugou?” You call out, seeing as he spaced out, staring at you.

He blinks, snapping out of his state. “Katsuki.” He says.

“What?”

“Call me Katsuki.”

Butterflies create a tornado inside your stomach as your face flushes. Somehow, him asking you to call him by his actual name feels more intimate than what the two of you were just doing.

You bite on your lower lip, looking away as you wait for your feelings to calm down. Katsuki drops to his knees, the thudding sound making you look back at him.

“Say it. Say my name.”

You swallow, watching him slide his hands up your thighs before running them down the backs of your knees, pulling them apart. “Say my name.”

“Katsuki.” You whisper.

“Louder.”

“Katsuki.” You’re surprised you even managed to find your voice.

Katsuki smirks, “Good girl.” he mutters before pressing kisses down the inside of your thigh.

Some how, that little praise has you wetter than you’ve ever been. You’ve touched yourself before, but whatever you’re feeling is something more extreme. The want is stronger. “Katsuki.” You moan, closing your eyes as you rest your head back on the pillow.

His lips are soft, so, very, soft. He continues littering kisses on both your thighs, slowly making his way up towards your clothed cunt. “You’re wet.” He points out, pressing a finger against the wet spot on your panties.

“Do you want me, baby?” You nod silently in answer, not trusting your voice to sound desperate for him.

“Come on, baby. Use your words. Or I won’t do anything. You’ll just have to spend your night unsatisfied.”

Knowing him, he’s enjoying this too much. You can’t find it in you to be upset with him, though. As you lower your pride and look for your voice, you part your lips and try to piece together words.

“I… Want… You.”

“You want who?” He chuckles.

You huff, “I want you,” You bring your head up to look down at him with pleading eyes, “Katsuki. I want you. Please.”

You cringe at how desperate you sound, but that immediately disappears at the feeling of his warm tongue pressing against your panties. “Oh hells.” You gasp, your hands flying to his hair as you rake your fingers through them.

Katsuki licks and kisses you through your panties before pulling them down, crumpling them in his hand. He makes a show out of pressing the laced fabric on his nose and taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes in satisfaction.

“You’re more perverted than Mineta, it seems.” You chuckle, though the sight of him sniffing your used panties turns you on even more.

Katsuki opens his eyes and glares at you. “Don’t compare me to that gross twerp.” He snaps, shoving your panties into his pocket. You raise a brow at his action but his brushes you off, returning his head in between your thighs.

“I’ll eat you up real good, baby.” His hot breath fanning over your throbbing cunt is enough for you to let out a soft moan. “You just lay there and take it.”

Katsuki doesn’t waste any time at all. The second your head hits the pillow, he runs his tongue up your slit, making you tighten your grip on his hair. It’s addicting, really. This feeling. The feeling of Katsuki sucking on your folds, the feeling of Katsuki lapping you up like he’s starved for you, the feeling of Katsuki pressing his tongue inside you, making you throw your legs around his head, caging him against your cunt. The feeling of Katsuki not fighting the fact of being trapped in your legs and instead welcoming it.

The feeling of Katsuki himself.

Jesus Christ–you’d move the universe for this man to just stay in between your legs for the rest of your lives.

Your body trembles as the knot tightens in your belly. Again, you’ve touched yourself before, but Katsuki makes it seems like you never did.

“Holy shit, Katsuki! I’m close! I’m so close!” You whine, rocking your hips in a desperate attempt to find more friction.

“That’s it, baby. Let loose. The second you do, you’re all mine.” And you don’t question that for a second. Cause you’ve always been his. Despite how you thought he hated you, despite convincing yourself that he hates you more than he hates losing, you now know deep down that your body, your soul, and your heart truly belongs to him.

Your head grows light and your thighs continue to shake tremendously as your unraveling nears. You’re tugging at his hair harshly, hips moving on their own and your mouth babbling whatever comes to mind.

It’s when Katsuki sucks at your clit that you tip-over. Your orgasm crashes down on you as a loud moan is ripped from your throat. 

Katsuki finishes the act off with a kiss on your clit before crawling up towards you. He captures your lips and you let him take the lead, unable to find the energy.

“Aren’t you gonna take a bath, dumbass?” He asks as he cradles your weak body, pressing it against him. You wonder how you’ve never once thought about hugging Katsuki. It’s the best feeling in the world. Safe, warm, and content.

“You give me a bath.” You mutter, sleepiness catching up to you.

“Hah? Who do you think you are?” He glares at you as you look up at him, a smug smile stretched across his face. “Your girlfriend.”

Katsuki is taken aback for a moment and you fear you might have misread this whole thing. But he sighs and stands up, carrying you in his arms.

You feel something soft being wrapped around your naked body as he marches out the room. “We’re gonna get caught, idiot.” He mutters but doesn’t falter in his step.

“And what will they do? Expel us?” You chuckle.

Katsuki scoffs at that. “Smartass.”

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You hold a knife up at Katsuki’s throat, narrowing your eyes at him. “Any last words?”

The menace smiles a wicked smile, “Is this a good time to mention that I have a knife kink?”

You halt at his words, brain malfunctioning for a second before your glare turns icy. “You can’t say that.” You huff out, lowering your knife from his throat as you feel your body being drawn closer to his.

You look up at him with a lustful gaze, cheeks red, legs weak and cunt getting wetter and wetter. “You can’t fucking say that.”

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Katsuki’s brows raise in surprise, a voice in his head screaming at him to finish you off. You have been the most sought after villain he’s ever encountered—death rates have soared and it took multiple agencies, including his, and months to track you down.

But why is it, that when you look at him with those eyes, his common sense leaves the room and the dark desires buried within him crawls out?

The hero has never been able to find anyone who was able to take as much as he wanted to give, as much as he wanted to do. He wants to stay professional—he has you cornered after all. Multiple police cars and top heroes are waiting outside the deserted building for his signal; his quirk.

Your eyes hold desperation and desire in them, as if you’ve been waiting, hoping for this opportunity as much as he has.

In a blink of an eye, Katsuki wraps his hand around your throat, spinning the two of you around as he slams your body onto the wall. He snatches your knife from your grasp, pressing it lightly against your stomach. He slowly trails it up your torso, slightly ripping your body suit.

“You look like you wanna get fucked silly, little villain.” He whispers into your ear, the warmth of his breath and the low tone of his voice causing your legs to shake.

The knife travels up the base of your throat right below where his hand rests. His fingers dig at the sides of your neck, the pain causing your toes to curl from pleasure.

“If you want that, then you have to ask nicely.” His smile is so dark and sinister you feel like you’re getting drunk out of it. “Say, please fuck me Dynamite.”

Your pride has left the room the second he opened his damned mouth. “Please fuck me…” Your breath is shaky and tone whiny, “Dynamite.”

“How much do you wanna be fucked, doll?”

“So, so, so much.” You plead, pulling him closer by the loops of his pants, allowing you to grind yourself against his thigh. “Please, please…” You whisper, “Please fuck me.”

Katsuki is quiet for a moment as he stares into your eyes, as if he’s reading you, weighing just how much you want this. When he notices your eyes hold nothing but desperation and lust, he smirks as he draws the blade back, holding it up to his mouth to hold the blade by his lips.

He makes quick work of undoing his pants, allowing them to pool around his ankles. You pull yourself up by holding onto his shoulders, unable to resist squeezing the strong muscles under your palm as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, pet.” Katsuki says, the second he takes the knife from his lips, pushing the blade against your chest.

“I’ll bring you to hell and back with me.” You whisper into his lips before attaching your own with his. The pro hero tastes sweet, his mouth hot and his tongue skilled. Your tongues dance languidly as you grind your clothed pussy on the head of his hard cock.

“Fuck,” Katsuki mutters into the kiss, bringing the knife downwards. You feel the blade pushing against the crotch area of your pants before Katsuki hooks the edge, allowing the manner to rip the material.

Is it uncomfortable for you not to wear any underwear underneath your villain suit?Absolutely.Do you give a fuck? No not one. Are you regretting it? Now? That makes you laugh. Absolutely not.

You move your hips, allowing Katsuki to sink inside your wet cunt. You moan into the kiss, despite having played with yourself before leaving the LOV headquarters, the size of him still has you stretched.

“Fuck you’re big.” You breathe into his lips, not wanting to let go of them as you rock your hips back and forth. Katsuki lets go of your neck, his hand gripping on your ass as his lips trail down the side of your neck. His hips begin to move and you feel as though you’re ascending into heaven.

Your eyes roll back as well as your head, soft moans leaving your mouth as you press the top of your head on the wall. The feeling of the cold edge of the blade pressed against your airway has you tightening around him.

Your sounds of pleasure are mixed with Katsuki’s grunts and low moans, filling the room. You’ve never experienced anything this euphoric, anything this heavenly. At the feeling of your orgasm approaching, Katsuki’s thrusts become faster, much deeper, which has your mind blanking.

He pushes the blade deeper onto your skin and you can’t help but feel it tearing slightly. That has you clenching down on him even more, causing Katsuki’s grunts to become louder, more frequent.

“You like that?” Katsuki breathes out, “You fucking like it when I cut you open?”

“More, more!” You moan, feeling your orgasm at arm’s length.

“Alright then.” Katsuki pulls the knife away and you hear it clatter on the floor a few feet to your left. “Cum for me, my sweet, sweet slut.” He commands before sinking his teeth onto your shoulder, your suit unable to protect your skin from breaking.

Your body shakes as the orgasm ripples through you, your mind blacking out and you mucles contracting before they release, limbs going limp. Warmth spreads inside of you and the last thing you hear is Katsuki’s deep breathing before your body eventually blacks out.

“Yeah, man. We’ll get her next time. Tell them to work harder on those CCTV footage. We probably missed something. She couldn’t have gone far. Yeah… Yeah. Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“You know how many laws you’re breaking right now?” You rest your head on your palm, pouting when Katsuki turns around. You’ve been enjoying yourself just watching his back while he talked to Red Riot on the phone.

Katsuki flashes you his signature smirk before walking towards the bed. Your neck has been cleaned and bandaged up, ointment stinging your cuts, and fresh clothes wrap your body.

“I’ll deal with the consequences later.” He pushes you to your back so you’re properly laying on the soft mattress of his bed. Katsuki straddles you, pulling something out of his pocket.

The blade of your knife shines despite the dark room.

You smile, propping yourself on your elbows, “Then, let’s see how long later will last.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bakugo made a beeline for recovery girl’s office.

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God this is so stupid you just wanted ice.

At a noise you turned seeing Shoto enter the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He gently patted your head and rubbed your back.

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

“Yeah I guess I do.”

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You wanted to laugh at his obvious question.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He started to rub your back soothingly.

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

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

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

“Fine I forgive you.”

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

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

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