Katsuki is the proud owner of a 2022 Mercedes G-Wagon. Painted matte black with black rims and orange leather interior.
His car is super clean and always smells good.
Permanent new car smell — fresh leather and wealth
Keeps a an emergency preparedness bag in the trunk.
He never lets you drive his vehicle — don’t even ask.
The one time you hinted at wanting to get behind the wheel he looked at you like you grew an extra head.
“Hah? You think I’d let your dumbass drive my baby ?”
Doesn’t matter how much you pout he won’t budge but he smirk at you cause your lips look cute all poked out and shiny with glass.
Excellent driver — does that thing where he looks at you instead of the road.
“Ya nervous ?” He’d ask , grinning ferally as he grips the back of your neck with his free hand. Confident as ever as he stares you down, daring you to doubt his abilities. His heart jumps a little when you smile back and say “No , I trust you Katsuki”.
He loves getting head while driving. It makes him feel powerful.
He’ll be cruising down the highway, seat back and legs spread while he pushes you further down his shaft.
Will come without warning and expect you to swallow everything.
If you spill even a drop he’ll be punishing you severely at home.
Eijiro Kirishima❤️
I know for a fact that this man drives a Jeep Wrangler with the doors removed— FIGHT ME.
His car is clean enough.
Lots of empty water bottles and protein bar wrappers.
Keeps extra shirts (sleeveless of course) in case he rips his from his quirk.
His car smells like his cologne.
Never let’s you drive but not in a condescending way , it’s because he’s a gentleman!
“Baby— it wouldn’t be manly to let you drive. You’re my Princess !”
Holds the door open for you to get in and comes around to open it when you get out.
His truck is lifted pretty high so he has to pick you and place you on the seat
Very concerned with your safety so he keeps both hands on the wheels at all times.
He’d never touch you while he was driving but that doesn’t mean you can’t touch yourself.
“Spread your legs wider baby. Just like that — fuckkkk~” His knuckles turn white from his harsh grip on the wheel. Erection pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans. He can’t help but bite his lip while listening to your sultry moans. “Come on baby. Two more fingers. No no , don’t whine. You can do it. Wanna be ready for me , yeah ? Wanna be able to take all daddy’s dick?”
Drives home as quickly as possible and encourages you to cum as many times as you want. Pretending to be nice but he really wants you to overstimulate yourself so you can be nice and stupid while he pounds your cunt.
Denki Kaminari
Don’t quote me on this but I can see Denki driving a black mustang with a yellow lightning bolt on the hood.
The car has to be extremely loud and out there. A direct reflection of his personality.
Upon first glance this vehicle is impeccable.
All shiny and bright. Not a scratch or scuff on the paint.
But open the door and I guarantee you’ll find that one sneaker he’s been missing for like a month.
Clothes , shoes , candy , condom wrappers — ALLADAT just on the floor and the backseat.
“Don’t worry about it babe. It adds character!”
No sir , it adds to your chances of getting a ringworm but I digress.
He’ll definitely let you drive if you ask.
Likes to take the time to admire your profile when you’re focused on the rode.
Will push your hair behind your ear and tell you how beautiful you look.
Definitely loves to feed you while you drive.
Most of the candy wrappers are from lollipops that he’d shoved into your cunt two blocks ago then pulled it out at the stoplight and started to fuck your throat.
It’s a fun time.
Sero Hanta
You can’t tell me that Pro Hero Cellophane doesn’t drive a black on black Hummer. ☹️
Fuck the environment— he’s rich and wants to enjoy the fruits of his labor.
Much like Bakubro , he keeps his car spotless.
Gets it maintenanced regularly.
Very serious about his vehicle it’s his baby.
Definitely keeps several packs of gum and cologne in his console to mask the smell of
Always hotboxing.
Never lets you drive but loves to rest his hand on your upper thigh while he drives.
Glancing at you out of the corner of his low red eyes and pinching your flesh whenever he turns a corner.
“Somethin’ wrong, mi amor? You keep squirming.” Grinning he squeezes the soft flesh of your upper thigh, skirting dangerously close to the crotch. “Hanta~” you whine, trying to position his hand closer to your heat. The two of you’d been driving for 25 minutes and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter from just watching him. The pure neediness in your voice had his dick stirring in his pants. “Okay baby I know what you need.”
Deft fingers would slide underneath the thin fabric to move though your damp folds.
Several Spanish words intermix with r&b music and your soft moans.
You were so wet that he just couldn’t control himself anymore.
So he pulled into a nearby parking tower and drove to the top floor.
Sero kisses you sensually, sucking on your tongue and lips until your mouth feels bruise.
He groans when he sees the line of Saliva connecting you.
Quickly he rids himself of the seatbelt and exits then vehicle and like a gentlemen he comes to open your door ass well.
The hood of the car is still pretty warm from driving so it’s not a problem when he lays you on your back and dives face first into your pretty little pussy.
Doesn’t give a fuck who sees him.
Will suck on your clit until your legs are trembling.
When he feels like you’ve had enough he’ll flip you on your stomach to pound you under the sunset.
Bonus!Hitoshi Shinsou
In my mind Shinny Pooh is an honorary member of the Bakusquad.
Yeah he’s friends with Deku nem but oddly he finds comfort in the rowdiness of this friend group.
So to keep things simple we’re gonna have Toshi driving a motorcycle.
Idk what kind but maybe something like a Harley with low seats the would all him to sit behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder.
Likes to let you hold one of the bars so he run his big hand underneath your shirt and squeeze your tummy.
He’ll whisper in your ear that he can’t wait to fill you up and put a baby in here.
Says he loves seeing your tummy bulge when you’re full of dick and cum.
Smirks against your skin when he hears how heavy you’re breathing — knowing that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.
Waits until you’re at a stoplight surrounded by cars to pull your earlobe between his teeth and whisper “cum”.
Now all these innocent bystanders have witness the girlfriend of ProHero Mindbreak cum untouched.
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.
