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.