Couldn’t Have Asked For More

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Warnings: Bakugo being a teasing annoying gremlin, profanities, of course

A/N: I’m back, babies! Heheh haven’t written in a while and what better reason to start writing again than our husbando’s birthday, right?

Everyone could agree that what you and Bakugo have is an odd friendship. It was a surprise even to you. You’ve always hated his guts witnessing him harass poor Midoriya but as time passed by, you see the gradual changes in him. 

You decided to give him a chance and start seeing past the brash personality and loud mouth. Especially after his abduction, you begin to really see how determined and passionate he actually is in becoming a good hero. He works harder than anybody else, always a straight A student and surprisingly works well with groups and pairs though he denies it himself.

You got paired up with him a couple of times and that’s how you two got to talking. Now there’s a mutual respect and understanding after the countless small talks here and there between you two. You now find his usual outbursts funny and his bickering as his way to tease. In short, you no longer fall for his antics.

This made Bakugo honestly grow fond of you. He’ll never admit it but he’s considering you one of his best friends, alongside Kirishima’s clingy ass. 

Bakugo liked that you never took any of his bullshit, that you always stood your ground and try to put him in his place whenever he overstepped boundaries. He’s not sure what it is about you, but he just finds it so damn easy talking to you. Like you two would sit in the kitchen and you say something about the food you’re eating and he’d find himself talking about his favorite dish and how the old hag used to teach him how to cook.

He hates that you make him feel vulnerable at times but then he realizes just how much you trust him too when you’d tell him things that even your close friends don’t know about you. There’s also this mutual need to appear strong in front of everyone, he realizes.

Bakugo will never tell you but he has been thankful of your nonprying nature and how you pretend to not feel pity towards him whenever he’s going through things. He’d smile to himself whenever he will recall the first time you put his head inside your hoodie when you saw how close he was to tearing up after he got back from his kidnapping. The first time you did it, he almost blasted you away out of utter shock and shame that flooded his veins. 

Now, whenever he felt like breaking down, he’d burst into your room unannounced then pull you by the front of your hoodie. He’ll sit himself by the foot of your bed and put his own head inside your hoodie, arms snaking around your waist. You’d stand there, petting his head that rests on your chest until the trembling on his shoulders stop or until he’s done ranting which you honestly barely understood since his voice is all muffled. 

Bakugo rolls his eyes seeing you tiptoe across the dimly lit common area carrying a huge paper bag. He had been waiting for you all afternoon to share the dish the old hag had brought in earlier today. When Round face made up some excuse about you doing some extra training, he figured you’re probably out getting him something for his upcoming birthday. He knows you too well to know there’s just no way you’d do extra training. Hell, he even has to drag your ass to the gym to get some done during the weekends. 

He carefully follows you to the kitchen with the intent to surprise you and spoil your plan but to his shock, when he peeked around the corner, everyone was right there including All Might and Aizawa. They all probably thought he’s already asleep as usual.

“Sorry guys, I had to pick some stuff up.” you say in a quiet voice. “It’s alright, young Y/n. You should have asked us to do some of the things that needed to be done anyway.” All Might says earning nods from the rest of your friends. “Oh it’s okay, All Might. I just want everything to be perfect for tomorrow. I know Katsuki hates surprises and making a big deal out of his birthday so here’s what we’re doing-”

Bakugo swifty turns and makes his way back to his room. Once he’s back on bed, he blinks up at the ceiling as he feels this strange warm feeling spread across his chest. He doesn’t know what you have planned out for his birthday tomorrow but seeing how you’re trying so hard to coordinate everyone, he decided not to be a brat and spoil any of your plans. 

The following morning, he finds the stall in the male showers he likes using the most available when usually Kaminari and Kirishima would race him to get to. He cocks a brow looking around the hall. Soon the two morons walk in, he tenses up preparing to argue if needed since he was rightfully there first but they just nod at him before taking the stalls on either side. Bakugo found it weird that they didn’t fight tooth and nail as they usually do.

In school, everything seemed normal and no one tried to get on his nerves. Not fucking Pinky or Dunce Face, not even shitty Deku was breathing a word to annoy him. Even Present Mic and Midnight didn’t pester him with stupid questions in their class. 

In hero training class, Shoto volunteered to spar with him and used his flames much to Bakugo’s surprise. It was a gruelling match, nearly having Ground Gamma annihilated since Aizawa and All Might sensei let the two have at it to their hearts content while Cementoss watched anxiously on the side. The only thing that stopped the two is the timer. By the time the buzzer sounds, the two are spent and trembling out of exhaustion but were smirking at each other in recognition of the good fight they just had. The rest of you though could only stare wide eyed at the damages they caused.

Bakugo is in the best mood he’s been in years! You can only grin watching him walk alongside you with a small smile tugging his lips. Around dinner time, it was like a feast but the food mainly consisted of Bakugo’s favorite dishes. Bakugo actually dreaded it because he knew his folks were coming over but to his surprise, they didn’t go to lengths in embarrassing him like they usually did. They stopped by to drop off their gift, ate dinner with the rest of the class and teachers and then left.

The old hag didn’t harass him to blow the candles and have everyone sing him happy birthday while taking stupid photos. She was so calm and all soft smiles, that when they were about to leave, he mutters, “Thanks for coming over.” while giving his mom and dad a hug. 

Mitsuki was taken aback at first, the brat hasn’t hugged them in a long while. Her eyes fall close as she pats his back. “Sure thing, son.” Mitsuki murmurs fondly, touching his cheek. Masaru grins widely as he ruffles Katsuki’s hair, delighted that he lets him instead of slapping his hand away. 

As Bakugo watches his parents drive away, he shakes his head. Wow, they didn’t even greet me, he thought to himself. It’s not like they forgot, right? They brought him cake and presents?

When he got back to the dorm, the rest of his classmates are spending the rest of the evening like they usually do. His stupid friends were on the couch playing video games, most of the girls chatting in the dining table and the guys were watching some Hero analysis report on TV. 

Bakugo blinks and makes a face. He then decided to head upstairs. Maybe this was your plan? Have everyone refrain from bothering him the rest of the day and let him have his way? 

He’s got to give it to you, he thoroughly enjoyed it but he’ll be lying if he says he didn’t miss the annoying birthday greetings and being forced to stand there awkwardly as a bunch of shitty extras sing happy birthday. 

He shoves his hands in his pocket as he turns around the corner but stops short seeing a pile of presents, balloons and cards by his door. 

“Tch. Dumbasses.” he mutters under his breath as he kneels in front of the pile, trying to figure out which is from whom by looking at the packaging. Bakugo didn’t even realize he was smiling to himself as he took everything in his arms. He set it on his study table and was about to sit down and open each one when there was a knock on his door. 

The moment the knob turns, you wink at Iida and Shoji who had poppers ready in their hands. Mina stood beside you, holding out a tablet where his parents were on facetime waiting with all of you. Shoto then leans over your shoulder and lights the candles using his quirk.

“Ready, sing!!” you whisper yelled.

Right on cue, the door swings open and you all sing Happy Birthday at the tops of your lungs. Bakugo stood there stunned, cheeks and ears red due to first and secondhand embarrassment. He stares at each one of your overjoyed faces while you sing your hearts and lungs out, feeling some weird tugging and warmth in his chest. When his gaze falls on you, his lips twitch as a small smile resurfaces which he quickly tries to wipe away. 

“Happy Birthdaaaay, tooo youuuu!!!” you giggle as you hold out the cake to him which has an orange X in the middle and the lettering Lord Explosion Murder on top. Everyone cheered, blowing on their little party blowers while confetti flew everywhere.

He sighs and eyed everyone, you all stared back at him wide eyed and fearing for your lives. Kirishima winces and meaked, “Oh boy.” Your heart thumped erratically as you all waited in bated breath.

“You fucking nerds, don’t you have anything else better to do with your stupid time?” he says in a dangerously low voice and your face instantly fell. Your classmates were grimacing and giving you comforting taps on your back and shoulder but then he suddenly says, 

“Thank you.”

The chorus of soft gasps and heads whipping to look at each other and him in disbelief were so comical, Bakugo burst out laughing. 

“D-did you just-?” Kaminari stutters. 

“He did.” Jiro nods, wide eyed. 

“Bakugo, you said ‘thank you’!” Iida exclaims proudly.

“And he laughed! Kacchan laughed.” Deku says, on the verge of tears already at this point. 

You on the other hand were in a complete mess, tears slid past your cheeks out of sheer relief and joy. Bakugo rolls his eyes and pulls you closer by holding your wrists, blowing out the candles finally before the wax drips on the beautiful cake. 

“Thank you.” he repeats, this time only for your ears to hear.

Uraraka squealed and nudged Mina happily as they watched Bakugo wipe your tear stained cheeks with his thumb and peered down to meet your gaze. 

“Let’s go, everyone!!” Uraraka whisper yelled, pulling as many as she can to leave you both alone. Luckily your classmates caught on pretty easily and followed along with knowing smiles as they sneak away.

Bakugo takes the cake from your hands and places it by the desk beside his door, laughing quietly to himself as he wipes more of the tears that had fallen from your e/c eyes. “Stop crying, dumbass. I’m not mad.” he says, shaking your shoulders. 

“Right, sorry.” you sniffle as you meet his gaze. “It’s just, you scared me there for a bit.” you hiccuped. 

“Gotcha pretty fuckin’ good, didn’t I?” he teases, ruffling your hair. 

That’s only when he realized his classmates behind you had taken off. He frowns and turns his head to the side, catching the lot of them hurriedly scurrying away. 

“Oi idiots!! Where are you all going?! I’m not fucking cleaning this mess up!!” he yells to which Kirishima yells back, “Happy Birthday again, dude!!” followed by giggling. 

“Idiots.” he mutters. You finally got yourself together at this point and you sigh, smiling up at him. “I got it.” you say,  “I’ll clean it up. Besides, I’m the one who insisted on doing all this.” you laugh, kneeling down to start picking up the colorful bits of paper on the floor. Bakugo on the other hand caught your elbows before your knees hit the floor. “Leave it, come here.” he says quietly, jerking his head towards his room. 

It’s ridiculous why this has had your heart hammering. You’ve been in his room a hundred times before, spent countless afternoons here doing homework and even falling asleep on his bed a couple of times. God, you hope he can’t hear how hard and fast your heart is beating right now. 

You watch him throw the gifts and cards on the bed then take the cake to place it by his night stand. He digs through the drawer and grinned triumphantly when he found a couple disposable utensils from take outs and deliveries. He holds them up at you but then his brows furrow. 

“The fuck are you doing standing there like a moron?? Get over here!” he pulled at your wrist and you plastered on a nervous smile as you joined him on the bed. “Shouldn’t we share the cake with everyone?” You ask as an excuse, taking the fork he holds out. 

He takes a forkful and hums in approval. “Sugar freak made this, right?” he asks and you hit his arm. “Stop it with the stupid nicknames!  And excuse you, I made that!! Well, I used Sato’s oven and baking stuff but, it was me! I made that.” Bakugo laughed through his nose as he continually munched on the surprisingly delicious cake. “I made sure it’s not super sweet and unhealthy like you wanted.” you pouted which made him laugh harder. 

“It’s alright, I guess.” he said and laughed again when you frowned. “No, I’m fucking with you. I like it.” Bakugo nods to himself as he takes another mouthful. “I really do.”

“Didn’t you just say you made it for me?” he asks and you nod. “Then why the fuck should I share it with everyone else?” he cocks a brow at you. You rolled your eyes and snatched the fork from his hand, taking a bite too. “Hey!!” he shouts but lets you have a piece anyway, smiling to himself. 

You sigh as you stick the fork back into the cake and fall back on his bed, feeling exhaustion finally hit you. Bakugo sets the cake aside and steals a glance at you as he rummages through the birthday cards and presents. 

“Can you not read my card and open my gift while I’m still here?” you ask, turning to look up at him.  He narrowed his eyes and thought it over. 

“No.” he says flatly, making you groan and throw your hands over your face muttering, “I should have known.”

You hear him snicker and say, “There it is.” Followed by the rustling of the envelope and flipping of the card open. You didn’t say much in the card. It was just about how you’ll always have is back yada yada and that you have and will always believe in him around an illustrated card with the words saying “You’re the Bomb!” in the middle. 

You peek, drawing your fingers apart so you can steal a glance and find him uncharacteristically quiet, his face not betraying any emotion. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you groan, sitting back up, “This is why I didn’t want you seeing it while I’m still here. I know it sucks and-”

When Bakugo suddenly pulls you into a hug, you stop breathing altogether. His arms go around your waist and he buries his face on the crook of your neck. 

“Today was amazing and I know it’s all because of you, dumbass.” he says and you feel his lips against your skin with every word. You gingerly placed your hands on the blades of his shoulders, patting awkwardly. “I-It’s nothing. I just really wanted you to enjoy your day.” you murmur nervously. “Y-you can let go now, Bakugo.” you force out a laugh. 

Bakugo sighs contentedly and pulls you even tighter. “I don’t think I want to.” he admits, making you blush furiously. Your eyes darted everywhere around the room except at the boy latching on to you. You squealed when he suddenly leaned forward giving you all his weight as he pushed you down on the bed. You feel him tremble as he chuckles on top of you, burying his face on your hair. 

 "Bakugo stop messing around. You’re making things so awkward!“ your face crumples as you hit his back to urge him to get up and let you go. "Why is this awkward, dumbass?” he argues, laughter still lingering in his voice as he pulls away just enough to meet your gaze. “I don’t feel awkward, why do you??”

“Because!” you yell, turning your head away when you realize just how close his face is. “Because what??” he asks back playfully, leaning even closer. You swear if you turn to look at him, you’ll end up kissing the idiot. You tried to get him off of you, even debated on using your quirk against him. You groan and hit his back again repeatedly. “Because we’re friends!”

Bakugo can see you’re completely flustered and he just loves it. He gave you a shiteating grin when you still refused to look at him. “Yeah, so??” he continued to tease, his lips a hair away from your cheek. 

You placed your hands on his chest and pushed off but to no avail. The fucker is crazy strong and is like a hundred percent solid muscle. “Friends don’t hold each other like this, baka!” you scold as you let your hands pull at his hair. 

“Ow, stop!!” he glared down at you and you glared back up at him. After a while, his gaze softens and he says, “Well then, I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.”

You look up at him with confusion evident in your face. “What?” you asked, your heart faltering as you searched his eyes. 

Bakugo swallows hard, feeling his heart leap at his throat. “I don’t want to be friends with you anymore.” he repeats, a little softer this time. “Not when I want to fucking touch you every damn second and wonder how your lips would taste in fucking ungodly hours.”

“Do you have any idea how many times I thought about kissing you during training in front of those shitty extras?? In front of freakin’ Aizawa and All Might??” he asks rhetorically. “Too goddamned many!" 

You can barely hear him at how hard your pulse is ringing in your ears right now. Your mind is in chaos at the realization that he wants you just as much as you wanted him. 

"Y-you like me?” you ask anyway just to make sure you weren’t dreaming all this. 

Bakugo shakes his head, laughing wryly. “Like?” he asks back mockingly. “You really are a dumbass, aren’t you?” His gaze was soft though, warm with fondness that makes your bone feel like jello. 

“I’m fucking head over heels for you, Y/n.” Bakugo says, his hand going to the sides of your face, staring through your soul. You couldn’t speak for a while and your silence started to make him feel nervous. 

But then, your expression softens too as you take a deep breath. “I.. I’m crazy about you too, Bakugo Katsuki.” you finally admit after years of denying it to yourself. Bakugo lets out the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen that your breath hitches. You could not help but admire how gorgeous this annoying, short-tempered boy is.

“Yeah?” he challenges, leaning in dangerously close, tips of your noses touching. “Prove it.”

You mirror his smile and slide your hands down to cup his surprisingly soft cheeks. You eye him for a second which felt like an eternity for him before you lean up to finally close what little distance there was left between your mouths.

The kiss was everything Bakugo could have imagined and more. Your lips were as soft and sweet as the cake you just made for him, and the way you held him so delicately like he’s some fragile thing made his heart soar. All he could think of right now is how he would gladly spend all of his birthdays just like this, you in his arms, your lips in perfect sync with his.

This by far, he realizes, is his best birthday ever.

He truly could not have asked for more. 

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Glimpse of Us

pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

word count:904

genre: angst

His tired crimson eyes rake his apartment.

He instantly relaxes seeing your curled up figure on the couch. Bakugo strips himself off his hero gear by the door, leaving the heavy gauntlets, knee pads, boots and mask by the foyer. 

He lies next to you and gently takes you in his arms. Bakugo smiles to himself at how even in your sleep, you turn and melt against him without hesitation. Who knew  it would be this nice to have someone waiting for you to come home? He thinks idly as he touches your cheek. He really thought he wasn’t one for relationships. Always thought it would be such a drag but when you came along, it’s as if everything fell into place. You made his life more meaningful. You made everything easier. Except getting you to sleep in the bedroom when he’s not home yet. He rolls his eyes and sighs.

Bakugo wishes you would stop falling asleep in his stiff couch like this. He hates seeing you rubbing your neck when you get all sore the following morning. He grumbles ‘idiot’ under his breath then kisses your nose. At this, you finally stir awake. 

“Welcome home.” You murmur before you could get your eyes to open, leaning closer to press your lips against the base of his jaw. 

“I told you not to wait up.” He scolds, feeling your icy fingers against his skin when you try to reach for his face. Bakugo obliges and leans down to meet your lips for a kiss nonetheless, his fingers carding through your locks to tame how wild your hair had gotten from your nap. “Why are you so fucking stubborn?”

“Can’t sleep in the bedroom without you anyway.” You grumble. Bakugo feels his face heat up and he hides it by burying his face in your hair. 

Feeling more awake now, you turn in the cramped space on the couch to look at him. You chuckle seeing him stripped down to just his boxers and tank top. You pat his waist and nuzzle his neck, asking, “Do you want to eat? I made your favorite." 

Before Bakugo could answer though, you were already getting up to head for the kitchen. Truth be told, he would rather spend more time cuddling with you. But he was starving and you cook his favorite dish the best. A close contender to his own cooking. Sometimes you do get it right and it’s even a fuckton better. 

Not that he’d ever tell you. Wouldn’t want you getting ahead of yourself.

Bakugo watches contentedly as you went on to reheat the food and set up the table, a gentle smile subconsciously gracing his face. His home soon smells of your cooking and he sinks further back on the couch where your scent and your warmth still lingers. All he could think of was, this is home. And that if this is what the rest of his life looks like? Then he’s lucked out. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?” You giggle.

“Hey, quit staring.”

“Katsuki.”

“Katsuki!” She giggles. “I said, do you want your ramen extra spicy?"  

Bakugo snaps out of his trance. He blinks and looks around.

Tired crimson eyes rake his 'new’ apartment. 

His heart drops to his stomach as he realizes this is his reality now.. He takes a shaky breath as he meets Ochako’s gaze.

Right.

He plasters on a small smile and says, "Yeah,” He finds himself swallowing a lump that has formed in his throat. “S-sure." 

Bakugo then turns around, lifelessly walking back to the living area.

The smell of new furniture hung thick in the air, the hint of fresh paint made his nose itch despite the aroma diffusers delicately placed all around the home. Peppermint and incense, just as he likes it. But that didn’t diminish the scalding ache in his chest brought about by the phantosmia of your scent that he sorely misses.

His old uncomfortable couch was replaced by a new one. He could practically sink in it at how soft it is. It felt like clouds. But he knew deep down, would rather have his old one.. 

He glances around and barely recognises the place. Everything was new. Every item of memory he had of you, gone. And this was what he wanted. Right? Why he gave Ochako the go to redesign his place however she wanted?

Bakugo only realizes he was scowling when made an effort to soften his expression when he sees Ochako walk over to him.  She circles her arms around his waist, cheek squishing against his bicep as she asks, "Do you not like it?”

He met her hopeful gaze and shook his head. “No. It’s perfect. Thank you.” And it is, really. How can it not be when she spent months and months patiently showing him varieties of designs as she puts this home together? Making sure she only gets what he approves or even remotely makes him smile. 

Uraraka Ochako was a dream. She picked up the broken pieces that were him when you left. She is kind, understanding and loves him unconditionally. 

She is a dream and you were the nightmare that haunts him even when he is wide awake. You are no longer in his life but you still cling unto him through his memories of you that he just can’t seem to let go. 

Through the what ifs that rot his brain. 

Through glimpses of what had been and could have beens. 

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