warnings shy!reader, shy!katsuki, mutual pining, and not edited
genre fluff, f2ls
word count2.5k
inspirationn/a
synopsis in which you and the rest of the bakusquad are apart of the candygram committee and you take the opportunity to make a move on one stubborn katsuki
“This is so stupid.” Katsuki sighed, feet hiked up onto his desk. It was around the umpteenth time that he had mentioned how useless or well— stupid this whole thing is.
You frowned, tying another ribbon around a baggie. “Aw, c'mon, Kat. It’s the day of love, be more cheerful.” You said, tossing him a chocolate.
He scoffed. “No. And stop calling me Kat.” The following demand was mumbled as Katsuki turned his attention to opening the candy.
“Sure thing, Kat.” You whipped around, imagining the irritated expression he was channeling because of your antics.
“C'mon Mina! How many do I have!” Denki whined, trying his best to juke the clipboard of names from Mina’s hands. Something he’s been doing all morning.
From the left of you, Kirishima let out a breath of laughter. “Dude, just wait and see.” He assured Denki.
“Exactly. The surprise is the most fun part about this thing.” Mina added on while she gently shoved Denki away from her.
“Not if dunceface doesn’t get any.” Katsuki sneered, sending Denki into a further sulk.
You sucked you teeth, preparing to reprimand Katsuki but Sero interjected first. “I wonder if you’re getting anything today, Bakugou.”
Almost on cue, the smug smirk on Katsuki’s face simmers down into a scowl. He scoffed, “I could care less if I got one of those pathetic bags today! I can buy my own damn candy!” As he was getting chewed out, Sero could only chuckle.
Sending a sneaky glance towards you. You sighed, tuning out Katsuki’s continous speech about how candygrams were pointless and how he didn’t even want any.
In the corner of your eye you could see a sympathic smile on Kirishima’s lips. He nudged your arm, “Nonetheless, you should still give it to him,” He whispered into your ear.
Tossing another baggie into the box next to Jirou, you nodded.
“It’ll make his day, I promise.”
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“Woah… seventeen for Yaomomo,” Jirou blinked a couple times as your class erupted in a wave of teasing while Momo shuffled her way up to the front.
“Just take the whole damn box.” Denki bitterly jutted it out her. He doubled over suddenly when Mina took said box and hit him in the stomach.
“Sorry, he’s being very negative today.” She handed Yaomomo her designated number of bags, making Denki help her to her desk.
You giggled softly. Your class was the last one for today, thankfully. Somehow, you had already grown sick to the smell of chalky sweets, even if your name hasn’t been called yet.
“Twelve for Todoroki,” Shoto came up to the front as dazed as ever while Denki muttered a very distasteful shocker under his breath.
Katsuki scoffed from his spot next you, leaning his back against the classroom chalk board. “Can’t I go back to my desk?” He groaned.
Sero sucked his teeth, forming a conversation while Jirou’s monotonous call continued. “Seeing as you didn’t lift a finger all day I think you should be able to.”
He prepared a smug smirk for Katsuki’s explosive comeback but before he could speak through his gritted teeth, Aizawa had already shushed them.
“Two for Denki,” A giggle that she covered up immediately with her hand fell from Jirou’s lips and the classroom followed suit with a fit of snickers.
You could’ve sworn you say Denki’s eye twitch before being handed two baggies by a grinning Mina. “Hey! That’s two more than last year, right buddy?” Kirishima smacked Denki on the back in attempt to comfort.
“I don’t think he wants words from someone who got seven more than him, Kiri.” You whispered, noticing the way Denki borderline shook under Kirishima’s hand.
“Four for ___.” Your laughing fit with Kirishima was interrupted by your own name being called and Mina handing you your treats.
“Tch. What four imbeciles went out of their way to buy one of those for you?” Katsuki mused before you could speak yourself.
“You smell that,” you sniffed around, Katsuki’s eyes narrowed at you. “I smell pure jealousy.” Your bags were waved in Katsuki’s face for a moment before he was swatting your hands away.
“And last but certainly not least, one for Katsuki.” Your heart skipped a beat. Not just at the mention of his name like it usually did but because you knew that one bag was purchased by you for him.
You were eager to look over and see the confused look on Katsuki’s face you knew he was wearing but your heart was already beating in your ears so loud that you were in a stand still.
The thoughts you’ve had that always followed since you even got the idea to give him one started to roam freely.
Would he be grossed out? Would he be curious? What if he already suspects you because you’re being obvious? And what if, miraculously, Kirishima’s right and it makes his day?
But instead of laying any of those raging questions to rest, Katsuki accepts his bag from Mina silently. No snarky comment, no anger, just a soft tint of pink layering his cheeks as he looked at the packaging he had seen a hundred times already.
“Alright, thanks for finally wrapping that up, Jirou. Don’t get those candy wrappers on my floor, I’m taking a nap.” Mister Aizawa waved you all off like he always did and found home in that yellow sleeping bag.
While your committee cleaned up the boxes, the classroom fluttered with chatter. The spectrum of conversation being who they think would get them one and who they think bought something for the other person.
The cleanup was quick, so you all headed to the front where all the seats were open and gathered.
“Two. I only got two.” Denki finally awoke from his daze to the realization.
You laughed, taking one from your bunch and leaning over to Denki. “I can share one of mine. Not really a fan of sweethearts.”
But Denki still proved to be bitter, slapping your bag away. “I don’t need your pity candy, ___.”
You snorted. “Okay, suit yourself.”
“So, it turns out Kat actually got one. You owe me twenty bucks Jirou.” Sero made grabby hands at the girl who scoffed and immediately went into her bag.
You expected the usual antics to come from Katsuki who sat in his usual desk, one ahead of you. But again, there was no yelling, or anger, just a scoff and a glare.
“You idiots bet on me?” He asked.
“Hey, I thought it was easy money since I know exactly who would’ve got you one. Thankfully, they pulled through.” Sero collected his cash with glee while you broke out into a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to Sero, a threatening message within them that you’re sure he understood.
“Who?” Katsuki tried to make it seem like he didn’t really care with the tone he used. But he was genuinely curious, you could tell. Which made you sweat more.
Katsuki sucked his teeth. “It was probably you, so you could get the money.” The breath of relief you took was like no other, you visibly relaxed.
Sero chuckled. “No sir, I spent no money on candygrams. So, keep on guessing.”
Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling that class and school as a whole was over. Your class flooded out, all walking to your dorm together in the usual group. Kirishima found his way to you in the crowd, bumping your hip.
“See, I told you.” He pointed to a couple feet away where Katsuki walked ahead, bag still in hand as he stared down at it.
You felt your face start to heat up, nudging him with your elbow. “Maybe he’s weirded out.”
Kirishima scoffed. “If you told him it was from you, I assure you then you’ll know it made his day.”
A sigh had your body slumping. “I don’t know, Kiri. I’ve managed to keep a good friendship with Kat. It’s risky enough that I bought him one but confessing is another thing.”
Even though you’ve managed to get through Katsuki’s tough exterior ( kind of ), you still couldn’t read him that well. How were you supposed to know when the right time to tell him was? Or if a right time even existed.
“Do it, trust me.” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, you gulped and darted your attention again to Katsuki’s back.
ฺ｡*:･
You spent the rest of the day wallowing in your room with your inner conflict. Even ignoring the invites from your friends to spend the day watching d—list romance movies to sulk. It wasn’t until later on in the evening that you came out of your room.
The dorms were less lively, almost everyone going away to their rooms to do whatever. You were convinced you were the only one in the main area until you saw Katsuki in the kitchen, unfortunately.
Your feet were ready to take you back upstairs to hide from him. But he must’ve heard the creaking that happened under your feet and caught you. His maroon eyes piercing right through you.
Damn it.
“Hey, Kat.” You greeted awkwardly, hesitantly shuffling into the kitchen.
He nodded at you in acknowledgement, continuing to watch whatever he had in the microwave go round. The kitchen fell silent while the cogs in your head worked together to find yourself an excuse as to why you were even in here.
You shuffled through cabinets, pretending you were looking for something in particular.
“Hey,” Katsuki beckoned your attention. His eyes were still trained on the microwave but obviously he was listening and waiting for your response. You hummed in answer, halting your pretend scavenging and leaning on the counter next to the fridge.
“You have any clue who bought me that baggie thing?” As he continued, his head turned to you. Your eyes enlarged at the sudden question that was accompanied by Katsuki staring you down. You felt like you were under an intense spotlight and there was no way out other than to a) lie or b) spill the beans.
Your brain was telling you to just get it over with and do the former, admit it to him confidently like Kiri had been urging you to do. Face the consequences as they came and stop hiding. So, you inhaled deeply and exhaled.
“I— uh— well, I— uh…” If you had the willpower to face palm you would, but apparently none of the signals your brain was sending were making it through to your body. Because your mouth kept opening and closing, no confession or accountability flowing out like you had hoped.
The only you could do was heat up and start sweating. The spotlight was getting hotter and more blinding.
The urge to face plant into the island ahead of you increased when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. The intimidating look sending chills up your spine.
You coughed. Putting an end to your stuttering and stammering. Your eyes fell to the tiles of the kitchen, hoping they’d loosen up one by one and swallow you whole.
“If there’s something you want to tell me, idiot, spit it out,” The microwave went off but now Katsuki could care less. He was edging towards you, arms crossed and curious to why it seemed like you were being interrogated for murder when he asked what he thought was a simple question.
Just do it.
The phrase chanted repeatedly in your head. And with the last of your dignity, you finally fulfilled your brain’s request.
“I did it. I’m the one who bought the candygram…, Kat.” You started off strong, but moving onto the second sentence your voice began to mellow.
You wanted to look anywhere except Katsuki but the shocked look on his face, accompanied by the tint of red covering his cheeks kept you drawn in. This time around he was staring down at the tiles, probably wishing the same thing that you were just seconds ago.
“If you did it as a joke, id—” Katsuki was about to threaten you, ready to build his walls back up but your adrenaline from fessing up was obviously still surging through you.
“No! It wasn’t to prank you or anything, I did it because I like you, Kat. A lot.” You paused, inhaling.
“A—and I’ve been meaning to tell you but I didn’t know how you’d react because you’re not really open. But then Kirishima told me it was a good idea, so I—” Your real self snapped back to reality in the middle of your confession, and it was apparent as you began to ramble and scratch the nape of your neck.
“Alright, enough. You sound like damn Deku.” Katsuki, thankfully, put an end to your tangent that you silently agreed did sound like Izuku.
You laughed awkwardly, hoping it’d ease the tension not only in the air but in you. It felt nice to get that weight off your shoulders but oh boy did you have a lot to face. Like for example, how did Katsuki feel? Did he even reciprocate feelings? What would your friendship look like after this?
You had to know. You were dying to know. “So?” You mumbled, now fiddling with your fingers.
Katsuki’s hand was at his nape like yours was moments ago. He huffed, obviously looking for the words. “You know, if you’re going to confess to someone you should be more up front about it.” Katsuki took short steps towards you.
You just hoped he couldn’t hear your heart banging against your ribcage, because that’s basically all you could focus on.
“I know.” You answered.
“Tch. And I guess in saying that I should be taking my own advice.” He grumbled, moving his gaze to the tile again. Your body basically perked up at the sound of that.
“Katsuki, did you send me a candygram?” Your assumption aloud make Katsuki scoff, his face heating up more and his gaze wandering even further. Now that the tables seemed to be turned, you suppressed your laughter. You had been psyching yourself out this whole time but Katsuki was basically in the same boat as you.
“So, what do we do now, Kat?” You asked, you crossed your arms. A hopeful thought that since he reciprocated your feelings a relationship would come of it.
Katsuki scoffed, dropping his arm into having them crossed again. “What did I tell you about that stupid nickname, dumbass?”
You laughed at his scowl. Thankful that even after the sudden confession between you to didn’t actually tint your dynamic like you theorized it would.
Katsuki huffed, not seeking to bicker with you anymore. “Are you free this Saturday?”
“Uh, yea—”
“Alright, then. Be ready by three.” That’s what you were left with as Katsuki turned on his heel and left the kitchen with whatever he had in the microwave.
Your mind was still registering what had just happened, but all you could do was thank your luck and Kirishima.
warnings reader’s birthday, club setting, implied drinking, slight swearing, and flirty!hawks
genre modern au, suggestive ( ig )
word count1.5k
inspiration my ✨ imagination ✨
synopsis with it being your birthday, you’re aware of the gifts you’ll get. but the last thing you expect is for a generous, handsome man to make your night
You blew out your candles as your friends hit the last notes to your happy birthday song. They cheered, a few taking pictures while the others had their flash right in your face for video memory.
“Our girl’s finally 21! How’s it feel, ___?” Your friend closest to you, Jasmine, nudged your shoulder.
You hummed. Taking the candles out of your cake. “I don’t feel any different. Just can say I drink at the legal age, I guess.” You sneered, garnering a slap on the shoulder from Jasmine.
Spending your 21st at a high priced club was certainly not your idea. You would’ve settled for shots and cake at your apartment but your friends shot down that idea before you could even finish. Settling for your local ( and go to ) bar was something you also would’ve been down to do. But, of course, they insisted you all needed to be at the best in your city for your birthday.
You appreciated it. Especially since they all collectively covered the table. But the lights and music were starting to get to you. You had done your fair share of dancing, fair share of drinking, fair share of talking. Now, you just wanted to go home and sleep off that drinking portion of the night.
“Don’t tell me you getting tired,” On the opposite side of the table, your other friend deadpanned. Having the rest follow with a chorus of complaints and whines.
You held your hands up in defense. “My head is spinning and I want to be in my warm bed. Is that too much to ask for?”
Another friend countered. “Yes when I spent my whole paycheck to cover part of the table, hoe.” You snorted at her response.
“Fine. I just need something to get me back into…” You were saying as you brought your glass of water to your lips. But as your gaze drifted acrossing the seating area, your eyes locked with a pair of hazel ones. Hazel eyes that belonged to a very handsome man. And for some reason that handsome man was staring at you.
If your glass had been any closer you’re sure you would’ve choked. But you just placed it down and quickly averted your view to your friend group.
“Are you alright?” Jasmine cocked an eyebrow at your sudden flustered appearance.
“Hot guy at 3 o’clock.” Your whispered through teeth. Jasmine eyes circled into saucers as she tried her best to be discreet.
“Oh blondie. He’s hot. He’s been watching you like a hawk ever since we got our table though.” She admitted nonchalantly before taking a sip from your drink.
Your jaw fell ajar. “And you didn’t care to tell me!” You whisper-shouted.
“I’m just suprised you haven’t noticed.” Jasmine laughed. You shook your head. Your curiousity took over you and you let your eyes flicker back to his table. Your chest fell in relief seeing as he was making conversation with a waiter.
But your anxiety levels rose again when said waiter was beelining for your table right after talking to hazel. The waiter had caught your whole table’s attention.
“Is something wrong?” One of your friends immediately inquired.
“Ah! No, Mister Keigo would like to know if he could take over the bill of this party.” You physically paused, along with your friends.
“Who?” The waiter answered your friend’s question with a point of his pen to where hazel or better yet, Mister Keigo, was seated in mid coversation with one of his tablemates.
You gulped. “He insisted?”
“Yes ma’am.”
Before you could refuse the offer, Jasmine cut in. “Tell him thank you!” Your eyes widened but none of your other friends seemed to argue.
“But—” her hand slapped over your mouth.
“Thank you.” She iterated.
The waiter nodded and made his way back towards Mister Keigo’s table. Your table sat in shock, similar looks on their faces.
“A hot guy paying for your table bill? He wants you.” Your friend opposite from you proclaimed. This time you actually choked. Your hand smacked Jasmine’s hand away from you.
“He does not!”
“He so does.” They all mused.
You scoffed, a slight pout on your face. “I feel bad.”
“Here you go,” Jasmine rolled her eyes. “Just accept the sweet offer, ___.”
“Iam, but I feel like I need to thank him.” You glanced over to his table to where he was obviously signing something from the waiter. Most likely your bill.
Jasmine smacked her hand on your shoulder. “Then do that. While you’re at it see if he’ll take you home, I bet he wants some birthday cake if you catch my drift…”
Your friends laughed as you glared at Jasmine. “I will only be saying thank you then taking my leave.” You peeled her hand from your shoulder, shuffling from your seat at the booth.
“Don’t act like you don’t want him!” She called while you were already a couple feet from the table.
You didn’t, right? You tried to convince yourself that. You weren’t the type to do hook ups or sleep with strangers. But with every step you took closer to the V.I.P section, the pit in your stomach dug deeper. You knew his eyes were following you. It sent chills down your spine. But you continued to stride to the velvet rope and buffed security guy who held said rope.
“And you are?” He asked.
You stammered, opening your mouth while no words came from it. Your hope of thanking him started to slip but then a voice cut in.
“She’s with me, Vince.” You both simultaneously looked over to who it came from. And lo and behold, Mister Keigo in all his glory saving your ass from being booted from his section.
“You sure, Mister Keigo?” He strode over, clad in a sleek black suit, his sharp honey eyes fixated on your figure. You looked away, you barely knew him and he already had an effect on you.
“Now why would I ever lie, Vince?” His voice fit him so well. His tone that toed into teasing territory nearly made you shudder.
“Alright, lady.” You pursed your lips as the velvet rope was opened for you. Taking the opportunity to step past it and land in front of Mister Keigo.
Your eyes still fought for whether you should try to hold eye contact with him or just stare at the floor.
“Looking for me?” He asked. You squeezed your eyes shut, starting to heat up in embarrassment when you simply nodded.
His laughter is what had your eyes flicker up to meet his for the third time tonight. He basically towered you, he was intimidating. But something about him also made it clear that he was chill.
Maybe it was the way he spoke. Or just how you got a slither of the way he carries himself.
“Well?” He lifted an eyebrow, a smirk etched on his face.
“I-I just wanted to thank you for paying the bill, Mister-”
“Ah,” he interrupted you. “Call me Keigo, I don’t mind.”
“Really?” You thought back to what the waiter and security guard referred to him as.
He nodded, his blonde locks shifting a bit. “Completely fine with me.”
“Oh, okay. Well, I just wanted to thank you. There was no need, I appreciate it.” You finally got what you wanted to say out. Internally sighing in relief andvictory.
Keigo smiled. “No problem. Just consider it a birthday gift from me, yea?”
“Ye-yea, of course.” You nodded. You didn’t know what to say. Here you were, talking to one of the prettiest guys you’ve ever seen, who had pay for your bill like it was nothing.
“No problem…” Keigo titled his head as he trailed off.
“Oh! It’s ___, call me ___.”
“___.” He hummed. “What a pretty name. It fits you perfectly, in my opinion.” The way he lifted his eyebrow nearly made your knees buckle underneath you.
“Ah, thank you. But are you sure there’s no way I can repay you?” It was out of your control how your tone automatically borderlined on lustful. His presence made you feel hot. And his mesmerizing gaze didn’t help.
Keigo smiled devilishly, leaning forward a bit, a few inches from your face. “Is there anything you had in mind, Miss ___?”
Your breath got caught in your throat. You could practically hear your friends squealing from the other side of the room.
“It would be up to you to pick wouldn’t it?” You tried to best to match his energy. But he was so smooth. Keigo laughed, it was deeper this time while there was this particular glint in his eyes.
“Is that so?” Having no rebuttle, you nodded again. Silently letting him win.
Keigo stood upstraight again. “Here,” he took a napkin from a nearby table. Quickly asking to borrow a pen from a passing waiter.
“We can discuss it over the phone, if that’s fine with you?”
Your eyes followed as he wrote his digits down, his name in nice print right above it. “Yea. That’s fine.” You answered like you were in some trance.
“Great. I’ll be looking forward to it.” He handed you the napkin. You took that as your signal to head back to your section.
“I’ll make sure not to lose this then…” You smiled, walking away slowly but surely. With another one of his entrancing smirks, you turned around. Releasing a deep sigh before reaching Vince. But before you could exit through that velvet rope.
inspiration inspired by this bag i’m never going to be able to afford *cue tiny violin* but a girl can imagine :)
synopsis basically just the big three spoiling their s/o’s
author’s note also is the big 3 made up of nejire, tamaki, and mirio or is it these three? i don’t know. also if you couldn’t tell i had one person in mind for this but i figured adding the others would be cute too :)
katsuki bakugou;
bakugou is definitely one to get you things without making a big deal of it. he cares about you and he lets you know that, it might not be in huge, emotional gestures but he lets it be known. this man loves you
“isn’t this bag cute, katsu?” you gasped, shuffling in bed to show your fiancé
bakugou scoffed. “that shit’s fucking ugly.” he deadpanned. diverting his attention back to his own phone
“tch. i think it’s cute,” you grumbled, taking your phone away from his face. “too bad it’s fucking two grand.”
bakugou peaked over for one last glimpse, already knowing that bag was going to be yours
you came home the next day, completely clueless to the present that awaited you on your bed
you knew bakugou was out doing hero work so he wouldn’t be home for a while
“what the-” was the first thought you were able to muster. a small smile grew on your face, while you rid yourself of your outerwear
the card on top of the box read, don’t forget i’m a pro hero, dumbass. of course, being signed off with his name
“cocky bastard,” you mumbled
shoto todoroki;
we been knew todoroki’s rich and he got money to spend. and he lovesspending it on you
honestly, he doesn’t see it as a big deal. he loves you and he just simply gets you what you want. that’s all it is
“todoroki, wha—”
“is this not the pair you wanted? i can take them back and get-” todoroki stitched his eyebrows. pulling back the designer shoe box
“no! no! they’re perfect, honey. it’s just— i didn’t expect to get them.”
sometimes tou need to put a leash on him. he legit swipes his cards on wants without blinking, and it’ll all literally be just for you
“___, do you want the regular or mini sized?”
“todoroki, enough.”
izuku midoriya;
king of spoiling his significant other
anything you want, he’s getting it for sure
purse? got it. brand new shoes from your favorite store? getting it. you breathe around a ring for too long? it’s going through shipping as we speak
izuku is so enamored with you he doesn’t even care
“do you like it, ___?” always asks after gifting to you
wants to make sure you’re satisfied. that’s all he wants. so, he doesn’t really care how much he spends, as long as it’s on you it doesn’t matter to him
TW: Swearing, possibly suggestive (playful innuendoes), a bit of Enemies to lovers tone to it, a little ooc? Bakugo is very flirty in this
Reader is gn despite the title! They/them pronouns used
Note: First fic for what is hopefully my summer comeback
This was originally for multiple characters but I got carried away with bakugos so I cut the others out because I didn’t want a long hc for one character and small ones for the others
— BAKUGO.
⇶ Cocky as the explosive blonde may seem, he has no idea how he pulled you.
⇶ The two of you had a rocky start, naturally due to his rough exterior
⇶ But you absolutely did not take a drop of the shit he’d say to you, always having a comeback to everything and anything
⇶ This caused you two to argue almost constantly, with you coming out victorious a majority of times
TW: Swearing, possibly suggestive (playful innuendoes), a bit of Enemies to lovers tone to it, a little ooc? Bakugo is very flirty in this
Reader is gn despite the title! They/them pronouns used
Note: First fic for what is hopefully my summer comeback
This was originally for multiple characters but I got carried away with bakugos so I cut the others out because I didn’t want a long hc for one character and small ones for the others
— BAKUGO.
⇶ Cocky as the explosive blonde may seem, he has no idea how he pulled you.
⇶ The two of you had a rocky start, naturally due to his rough exterior
⇶ But you absolutely did not take a drop of the shit he’d say to you, always having a comeback to everything and anything
⇶ This caused you two to argue almost constantly, with you coming out victorious a majority of times
⇶ And honestly, he both loved and hated it
⇶ Always barking out insults and eating yours up with a shit eating grin
⇶ Call him crazy, but there was something he found both oddly and extremely attractive about someone that was actually willing to fight with him, especially as consistently as you did
⇶ And to top it off, he’s always found you as a whole attractive
⇶ They way you carried yourself in such a self assured and confident way, thinking and knowing you’re honestly the shit, not to mention that you knew how good you looked all the time without even saying it
⇶ You did and said as you pleased, and didn’t care about outside opinions. You wore what you wanted, even if some people said it wasn’t setting or wheater appropriate. You said what you wanted, even if others said it was unnecessary or “not that serious”. And Bakugo loved that.
⇶ And the way you had him feeling some type of way was something everyone had lowkey picked up on from the get, but decided to keep quiet about
⇶ Gradually, your back and forth bickering turned into flirting
⇶ You started it, actually. Because why not?
⇶ And surprisingly, Bakugo entertained it
⇶ But what really surprised everyone, was when he asked you out, and you actually said yes
⇶ He played it off as a joke, but you both knew it wasnt
You were just trying to make yourself some instant ramen in the dorm kitchen microwave, when you felt a pair of eyes burning holes into in the back of your head. Turning around, your gaze met a red hot stare from Katsuki.
You raised an eyebrow at him, but in the language the two of you spoke to each other that just meant ‘got a problem?’ In a silent way. He smiled and let out what what sounded like a scoff and laugh mixed together, but never broke eye contact.
You smiled back before asking, “See something you like, pretty boy?” As you turned to face him fully.
“Nah, I’m just trying to see when you’ll be done with the shitty microwave, fuckface.” Katsuki said sarcastically.
You kissed your teeth.
“Then how 'bout you go back to your lame ass room and wait, 'cause I ain’t done, bitch nigga.” You retorted, a smile still etched onto your features.
“What fun would that be? I wouldn’t get to be with you that way.” He told you, walking around to your side of the kitchen island.
“Oh? Be with me? Wasn’t I 'fuckface’ minute ago?” You questioned, your eyebrow playfully shooting up once again.
“So?” Katsuki said, trapping you against the island with his arms on either side of you. “You don’t seem too mad about being with me, so what’s the problem, doll?” He asked, leaning in close to your face.
Honestly, Katsuki kind of took you by surprise in this moment. Usually, it was you that took your moments to this dangerously flirty extent. So the switch flip actually had you at a near loss for words
“I– I never said I had problem—”
“Oh really? Then what do you think about being with me for real then?”
Your eyes widened as you looked at him.
His expression was his usual mischievous grin, but his eyes were dead serious.
You gave a short laugh before taking a sharp breath in to regain your composure.
“I’m all yours then, Katsu.”
His facade cracked, face dropping in surprise as he blinked.
“Wait- really? Like you’re serio—”
You gave him a peck on the lips, leaving a glossy mark from your lip gloss on him.
“Yes, I’m serious, baby.” You laughed, emphasizing the 'baby’, just to watch him squirm more as he turned as red as his own eyes. Placing your palm to his chest, you gently moved him away from you and to the side.
“Now move, my noodles are done.”
⇶ And that’s how the two of you began dating!
⇶ From there on it’s been a ride for both of you
⇶ On the surface level, not much has changed. You have your playful banter as usual, but more often than not it’ll be when you’re embracing each other, and having a cute little moment while exchanging not so cute words.
⇶ And instead of them ending in one of you kissing your teeth before storming off or a near fist fight, it ends with laughs and a kiss
⇶ The more romantic side of your relationship was something you both eased into naturally as your relationship progressed
⇶ It started with little gestures, like quick pecks whenever you saw each other, hugging each other good morning and goodnight, and hanging around each other whenever you had free time, but it was usually in a group
⇶ And then, it turned into more intimate and private things
⇶ You found yourselves having little movie nights together, falling asleep in each other’s dorms (which led to having actual planned sleepovers together), and him helping you do things like pick out your outfit and matching/color coordinating your outfits together
⇶ You of course got on his ass like there was no tomorrow when you realize he has absolutely no style, despite his own parents being designers
“Boyyy, ain’t no fuckin’ way you actually leave the house looking like that. I’m assuming your mother don’t know about this, because from what you’ve told me about her she wouldn’t allow… that. If I knew her I sure would have went and told her 'bout her own son by now.”
⇶ But being the amazing s/o you are with great style, you fixed him up nicely and the two of you had a little shopping date
⇶ And if you’re someone who’s a shopaholic or just enjoys shopping, Katsuki actually makes a good shopping partner, and on late nights he likes to go through online stores looking at clothes with you
⇶ Katsuki is your personal photographer for your Instagram
⇶ The first time he offered to take your pictures you were a bit skeptical, but let him do it… and honestly he really did his thing
⇶ Not an angle was missed!
⇶ Due to the two of you (especially him) being a bit famous from the sports festival, you actually do get quite a bit of questions about your relationship
⇶ The first time you posted each other on your socials, your DMs nearly broke
⇶ Katsuki especially was bombarded with many questions about you, and it didn’t help that he had so many fangirls
⇶ You were known to be very outspoken, and someone who does whatever they please with no regards for what the next person has to say, and if they have anything to say you’ll shut them up real fast
⇶ Some of the things he was asked mainly entailed of “You let them dress that way?”, “What about all their attitude?”, “Why don’t you start controlling them so they learn how to act?”
⇶ And honestly, your attitude isn’t much far off from his, so you better believe the two of you were out there telling people off left and right
“My fuckin’ s/o can do whatever the hell they want, and if you have a problem with that, you need to be worried about actually getting some bitches first.” (Bakugo)
“The fuck you mean 'he let’s me out of the house like that’? Do I look like a dog to you, nigga? I go out in whatever I want, bitch.” (You)
⇶ Katsuki takes immense pride in having you as his s/o, and he’ll be damned if anybody has anything to say about it
⇶ And more than he likes to admit it, you make Katsuki lose all types of composure
⇶ He’ll just look at you and start blushing
⇶ And don’t even get him started on when he’s helping you pick and outfit or send him a a fit pic because he’s not there
⇶ And if you enjoy wearing dresses, Katsuki is a goner. Not to mention when you wear a sundress, you’ll have him thinking up wedding vows
⇶ Katsuki actually introduced you to his parents earlier than either of you anticipated, and it was totally by accident
⇶ He needed to swing by his house to pick something up, and he thought that his parents weren’t home so he brought you inside while he went upstairs and grabbed what he needed really fast
⇶ Only to come back down and see you having a full conversation with his mother
“Oh! Katsuki, you should’ve told me you were stopping by with your s/o today, I would’ve prepared better.” Mitsuki said.
“Ha, yeah maybe next time gottagomom–” Katsuki tried escape, only for Mitsuki to grab him bye the ear and pull him back into the house as you laughed at him.
It’s not that he didn’t want you to meet his parents, he just imagine it going differently than it was, and he wasn’t happy that it was on accident.
“Come and make yourself at home sweetie, I’ll make you some tea. And this little shit can show you around the house while I do that.” She spoke politely, though she was twisting Katsukis ear as he yelped in pain.
He showed you around his childhood home until Mitsuki called you into the living room for the tea she made, you spent the evening talking with each other, and eventually Katsuki was more okay with how the meeting went than he expected by the end of it.
You went back to the campus around 6:30 because it was getting late, and Aizawa had already called for the two of you to come back.
Before leaving, you briefly met Katsukis dad, Masaru, who gave Katsuki an approving pat on the back after greeting you.
Mitsuki gave you both tight hugs, and as she hugged Katsuki you heard her whisper to him.
“I really like them, this is a good one sweetie.”
⇶ Despite the rocky start the two of you had together, and the slightly odd way your relationship began, and again, how he has no clue how you got with him, Katsuki cherishes every moment that he spends having you as his s/o
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