Left: a doujin that came out like,,, more than 2 years ago

Right: a fucking canon scan/page

Im-

So-

(( the doujin if you’re interested: https://myreadingmanga.info/nochico-cause-i-love-you-boku-no-hero-academia-dj-eng/))

Hb to our little cryptic bunny!!

I had literally no idea of what font I should choose to write the happy birthday so

Yeah, ‘‘‘‘‘Happy’’’’’ birthday to izuku midoriya !

So um

That new chapter huh

((Guys, I know Izuku probably won’t just change his mindset of « I must protect everyone by doing everything myself » just like that, but let a girl dream alright?))

Hey, did Izuku see Bakugou after his impalement on the battlefield?, well, he probably knew he was alive or something because he included him in his « I want to smile with them again » but still!

Okay so this was super rushed but I wanted to share!! It’s got to be one of the first time I actually « finish » a project(well it’s just a sketch, but it’s a full sketch) took me 3hours apparently. Felt longer.

Also yeah there’s no sound because?,? What was I supposed to put ?? :(

Reader: Gender Neutral
Character:Katsuki Bakugou
Rating: G
Summary:You take a break from studying to go get some snacks.
Warning:Fluff, Food, Studying, Kissing
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“I would call milk a categorical variable.” You remarked, “If we look at the chart of Starbucks drinks there are different amounts of milk but they’re all fixed values. Half a cup, quarter or a cup. You see what I mean.” 

Bakugou sighed, “I guess you’re right. Why is this such a pain in the ass. When the hell am I ever going to use stats when I’m a hero.” 

  “Well every other student in Japan is learning stats, so we have to as well.” You remarked, you closed your book and sighed, “Let’s take a break.”

He slumped back in his seat and nodded, “Sounds pretty damn good to me.” 

You were still in uniform but Bakugou dressed down in a black tank top and matching black sweatpants. He hated being in the ‘stupid’ school uniform for any longer than he had to. And you in all honesty didn’t mind the view. 

Yeah your boyfriend was a bit of a loud mouth who got into fights more time than he made peace, but he had a nice ass. You couldn’t blame yourself, you liked a nice ass. 

You both got up from your table in the common room and walked past Kaminari and Kirishima struggling to grasp the same concepts you

  “So where do you wanna get snacks?” Bakugou asked. 

  “Seven Eleven, the usual.” You beamed. 

  “Oh, can you get me some spicy chips? You know the ones with the little peppers on them?” Kirishima asked.

Bakugou shot them a look, “Get your own damn chips.” Before he put his hand on your lower back and walked with you to the elevator. 

He eventually took hold of your hand while he put his other hand in his pocket.

  “Stats is still stupid as hell.” He remarked, “I could be training or doing literally anything else.”

  “We could be going on a nice date.” You chuckled.

  “Yeah, make out on my bed or some shit.” He agreed.

You let out a full blown laugh, “That’s your idea of a nice date. Us making out on your bed?” 

He gave a curt nod, “Damn right. Love kissing you and shit.” He grinned and he leaned in to give you a kiss. Before he could, the doors to the elevator opened revealing Aizawa.

  “What are you two doing?” He asked plainly.

Bakugou pulled away and pouted, you replied to your teacher, “Oh just getting some snacks. We’re probably going to have to pull an all nighter so.” 

Aizawa nodded, “Don’t stay out long.” Then gave a pointed look to Bakugou, “And stay out of trouble.” 

Bakugou was going to make a smart remark but decided against it. 

You two got out of the elevator and headed to the door. You exited the building and left the campus. 

Once you got the the 7/11 that was when the two of you started to pull treats off the shelves. You even got a bag of those spicy chips for Kirishima. Bakugou stayed close to you and kissed you on the head on occasion. 

  “I love you.” He said.

  “I love you too.” You replied. Bakugou wasn’t the best with his words but he always made sure that you felt loved an appreciated. He often muttered out simple ‘I love you’s and that spoke more than long drawn out poetic phrases. 

He put a box of pocky in your cart and said, “To keep you motivated.” He found it in your favourite flavour. 

  “Motivated, you’re the one who needs to be kept motivated.” You laughed.

He let out a gruff noise and glared at you, but soon went in for a kiss on the top of your head. 

  “You keep me motivated.” 

  “Aw thank you, Katsuki.” 

  “Yeah, yeah.” He said as he placed another box of pocky in your basket. 

When you came back you both had two bagfuls each other food. You threw a bag of spicy chips at Kirishima as you walked by and went back to your table. Bakugou looked pleased with himself, happy that he was able to provide for you.

  “Eat up.” He said as he opened his book once more. 

  “I will.” You chuckled as you looked ever so lovingly at Bakugou. This was why he was your boyfriend and would continue to be. 

Reader: Gender Neutral
Character:Katsuki Bakugou
Rating: G
Summary:Cold wintery mornings together. 
Warning:Fluff, Cold
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You woke up to the feeling of the cold winter morning on your face. You were wrapped up in the quilts and duvets. You shivered under them as you tried to unwrap yourself.

You reached out beside you to feel for your husband, but felt nothing. You grumbled a little and got up from the bed. You shivered again and grabbed his sweatshirt that hung over the side of the bed. 

Stupid space heater, you thought. 

You got on your slippers and you headed downstairs. You yawned loudly and pulled the sweatshirt closer to you. You took in the caramel scent of it and sighed a little bit. Your husband was Katsuki Bakugou, the hero known as Ground Zero. 

During the winter he rarely turned on the heater, he thought it was a waste of money. He didn’t have a problem in the cold, he’d go out in the backyard to do morning yoga in the snow! You on the other hand craved summer, your craved the warmth. Even if you did like winter, you didn’t like it enough to never turn the heater on. 

  “Katsi.” You whined as you entered the kitchen and saw him in nothing more than a tank top and sweatpants. 

  “Hey precious.” He remarked as he turned away from the stove to give you a hug. 

You pulled the sweatshirt tighter to your body, “Can we turn the heat on?” 

  “It’s not even that cold out.” He chuckled as he pulled you into a deep hug, “Plus you look good in my clothes.” 

You whined and had no choice but to steal some of his heat. You grumbled against his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He was more built from when you first met and the sweatshirt he had was oversized on him, so it fit you just fine. 

  “Turn on the heat.” You whined. 

  “Later, I’m cooking so it’s getting hot.” He said as he held you for a couple more seconds before he turned back to the fish he was frying in the pan.

You stood by the stove to keep warm as he worked on the rice cooker and some sauce to go with the two. You knew it would’ve been easier to just have some soup or some cereal you brought back with you from your trip to America. 

But Bakugou was always the one to make things more complicated than they needed to be. 

  “I’m cold.” You muttered.

  “Precious, it’s nice and warm over here. Keep standing by the stove, you’ll warm up. I promise.” He said. 

He eventually plated the food and you helped him bring it to the table. You were still so cold inside your own home. Even with your time by the stove. 

  “Yeah, I’ll be right back. I gotta piss.” He said as he walked to the first floor bathroom. 

You accepted your fate, you were going to freeze in your own home. You picked at your food for a bit while Bakugou was gone to the washroom. Before he came back, you heard a noise. 

The sound of the heater turning on! The heat was coming on!

  “Katsi?” You asked.

  “Hey, precious. You felt really cold in my arms and you can’t leech off my heat all day so I turned on the heat for you.” 

  “Oh, babe!” You chirped, feeling warming already. 

He chuckled and came back to the table then sat down. He picked up his chopsticks and started to eat the fried meat. He noticed for a moment that you were just staring at him lovingly. He gave you a questioning look with half the meat in his mouth. 

  “I love you.” You said.

  “Yeah, yeah, I love you too.” 

Katsuki Bakugou not giving a fuck about you while he drives away from your place.

You’d yelled at him to leave, tears streaming down your face, angry that he had led you on only for him to act like he felt nothing for you.

He thought about how little he cared about your smile. How few shits he gave about all the times you’d run your fingers through his thick, unruly blond hair. He rolled his amber eyes at the idea that his heart especially ached on the nights and days you didn’t spend together. The great explosion user gripped the steering wheel harder, the leather protesting and smoking underneath his sparking death grip.

You’d cried and told him that he was too scared to be loved. He had scoffed and told you he wasn’t scared of shit.

But now he was scared shitless.

Scared that he might lose you forever.

He white-knuckled the steering wheel, strategically yanking it around while pulling on the hand brake before speeding off in the direction from whence he’d come.

He didn’t give a single fuck that he scraped the front scoop of his expensive Audi R8 pulling back into your driveway.

His voice came through louder than the banging on your front door. “Oi! (Y/n)! Come open the damn door!”

You approached the door slowly, hugging yourself. If he forgot something, couldn’t he at least have the sensitivity to wait another day to come back for it?

Not yet knowing that, no, it couldn’t wait. He could never forget you.

Saturday afternoon

The youngest twin ran into the living room where Katsukiwas sprawled out on the couch, reading, relaxing, and minding his own damn business.

“Hey, Dad!” the 10-year-old beamed.

The pro-hero husband and father of three grunted. “Go away, I’m reading.”

“Guess what you got in the mail today!”

Katsukididn’t move. Only his narrowed carmine eyes shifted to his son’s. “What?”

“DEEZ NUTZ!”

Katsuki swung his legs around and sat up straight. “HAH? THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME??” Mini-Katsuki took off running, laughing his infectious little laugh. “GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-” he said, censoring himself with a growl.

He looked over at you in disbelief. You were doubled over and covering your mouth with the back of your hand trying not to spray tea out of your face.

“AND JUST WHAT THE DEVIL’S SHITTY DAY IN HELL DO YOU THINK IS SO FUCKIN FUNNY, HAH?”

His jaw flexed as he watched you with a furrowed brow while you tried to regain your composure, fanning your face. Eventually, you were able to put mind over matter long enough to swallow the beverage that had been threatening to erupt through your nose, your husband’s eyes burning holes through your soul all the while.

“DEEZ NUTZ!” you managed.

Katsuki slammed his book down on the couch and stomped off towards the garage. “You people are fucking trolls, I’m leaving!”

Katsuki = italics∘ You = normal

If you’re fucking hungry, go make something, stupid.

You’re fucking stupid!

Who the fuck are you calling stupid?

You, stupid.

I’m not stupid, you’re stupid.

If I’m stupid, you’re definitely stupid.

Hah? You wanna battle over who’s stupid?

As a matter of fact, yeah! Bring it!

Katsuki leaned in and kissed you on the lips, abruptly. He’d never done that before. You’d been gaming with your best boy-friend and now his tongue was in your mouth and your hands were in his hair.

Neither of you would lose this battle. You both only stood to gain.

Dynamightcame crashing through the ER doors with a scowl on his face. The nurses at the front desk sat back in their chairs when his fiery eyes fixated on them.

“Where is she?” he demanded loudly. “Fucking speak!”

“W-who, sir?”

He rolled his eyes and slammed his fist down on the desk, splintering the wood beneath. “(F/n L/n), dumbass! Ain’t many other people I’d fucking be here for!”

Moments later, Katsukiwas lumbering through the pulmonary ward of the hospital, his shoulders flexing as his gauntlets swung at his sides, gritting his teeth and growling at anyone who stood between him and the door of your hospital room.

One nurse started to ask for his identification until another nurse put their hand on her shoulder and shook their head no.

He’d talked the talk and walked the walk but when he turned the door handle to enter your room, he did so with such a careful, fluid motion so as not to wake you if you were sleeping.

He held onto the door as it closed behind him, letting it latch with a quiet click before turning it loose. He took one graceful stride after another, his heavy boots hitting the tiled floor like feathers as he moved in closer to your motionless body.

Katsuki Bakugou was a hard man, tough as nails and always ready to take on whatever threat or villain or challenge life could possibly throw at him head first. What he wasn’t prepared for was some nameless, faceless enemy that had taken up residence in your body. Probably tiny - microscopic, even - and hiding in places he could never see. He felt helpless. Powerless.

He gingerly removed the gauntlet from his right arm and delicately set it down on the floor beside his feet, his scarlet eyes never leaving your form in the process.

He could hear your labored breaths even as he remembered his promise to himself going into this: that he wouldn’t fucking cry. But he stood corrected, one tear…then another falling onto the clean, white sheet next to the tube that had been medically inserted into your lung to keep it inflated.

He took your limp hand into his - hard, rough, calloused, and shaking - and kissed your forehead. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, baby, but once I find out I’m gonna kick it in it’s tiny, shitty balls and make it wish it never found you.”

for@xviternity You’ve made so much art for me…now it’s my turn. . I hope you feel better soon!

Kiribaku adopting

Kirishima: *holding a baby*

Kirishima: Aww, she’s so little. She probably can’t even walk yet.

Bakugou: What’s the matter, is it stupid?

me: i am an independent woman, i answer to no one

miruko: …

me:

this is basically a continuation of the last one but here—

back on my bullshit

another win for the bisexuals if i do say so myself

hmmm…

i’m not sure what this is but here

up next on this episode of: “these spot the difference games are just getting tougher and tougher”

so…