warnings: sexual themes & explicit sexual content, rich people college, explicit language, toxic wealth, angst, abstinence, aged up characters
genre:nsfw, angst, fluff, no quirk au, kinda slow burn, porn w plot
synopsis: old money comes with old traditions, and one of the most prominent ones for the young men at azabu university is the ‘new year, new fuck’ competition, where alumni’s children see who can sleep with a virgin first. it’s a rite of passage for the men, and a good ego boost for the winners. izuku and katsuki, however, are bored,and when they hear the dean has a daughter starting who is sworn to celibacy, they think the opportunity is too good to pass up.
disclaimer: this is loosely (very loosely) based off of the movie cruel intentions! this content is nsfw, minors dni.
note: i will also be posting this on ao3 (will link, account name izukult)
songs they canonically would send you if they were interested (horikoshi approved)
izuku midoriya— be your man; H 3 F
he’s such a cutie, such a sweetheart. he says it reminds him of you, and then proceeds to send about fifty texts following before you can even respond (“i mean not romantic!! as friends!!” “unless you’d mean romantic” “but i’m not saying that!” “blech icky” “NOT SAYING YOUR EHICKY” “NO” “OKAY SORRY JUST IGNORE THIS HAHA(´⊙ω⊙`)”). he absolutely clearly means it in a romantic way, for someone who’s keeping the secret of the number one hero he is a bad mf liar.
runner up: japanese denim. he likes love songs, he thinks they’re kind and anything he hears that’s the slightest bit about love he’s gonna associate w you
katsuki bakugo— bitches; mindless self indulgence
he wants you to be bitches? he wants u to love him cos u know that he can rock?!!!!?!!!?!?! that he can rhyme?! that he can fuck?!!!! THAT HES ON TIME?! plain and simple. he does not say this reminds you of him, he does not link it with you in any way. he just randomly sends it (if even).
if you were really lucky he’d send you love me dead by ludo.
denki kaminari— natalie; HUNNY
he tells you to ignore the name, of course, (unless your name is natalie lol) but the whole rest of it is absolutely applicable. he’s very upfront about it. is acting a lot more reassured than he is but he’s literally about to shit himself he wants you so bad bro. he practiced ways to tell you it wasn’t for you / “he didn’t mean it like that, man” before he sent it to you just incase you rejected him lol.
right after you two confess he sends you teenage dirtbag by wheatus and says “fr felt it when they said whatever it was they said, anyway u free tmrw?!”
eijiro kirishima— someone to you; banners
ew this is so cliche. this man would be so cheesy, especially in the preemptive stages of a relationship. if he wants you, you know (i mean maybe not, he’s nice to a lot of people, but he clearly cares about you). he’s on brand fr, but he really, genuinely blares this shit at full volume in his earbuds and headbangs. this is fr how he feels…. he probably wouldn’t panic sending it, he doesn’t think it’s a big confession, he just thinks about you when he hears it so he wants to share.
a kiss; THE DRIVER ERA. his main reason for this one is “just the vibes man!!” he selectively pays attention to lyrics
hanta sero— love is only a feeling; joey bada$$
he’s corny and very transparent about it. he sends it to you like three days before he asks you out. he’s pretty confident, but he types and deletes ‘i’ve got a song that makes me think of you’ about five times before he sends it. i think he listens to a lot of music, but rnb and rnb rap are probably his romantic go to’s in my mind.
alternatively: me and your mama; childish gambino
shoto todoroki— on an evening in roma (sott’er celo de roma)- remastered; dean martin
idk i feel like he listens to a lot of really old pretentious shit. he likes the music, it helps him stay calm, it makes him feel warm. he thinks the instruments are nice when they swell just right, and he wants to share that with you. he has also definitely offered to take you on a trip w his dads money (i hate fanon characters but i absolutely thrive off the idea that shoto buys his s/o shit w his dads money)
also a high chance hed send scene one— james dean & audrey hepburn; sleeping with sirens and that makes me sick to my stomach it’s so cheesy. he’s not like a coward and once he figured out he had feelings for you, he’d be pretty blunt about it.
neito monoma— star killer; bear ghost
if you ask why it makes him think about you he’s gonna say some arrogant shit about how you want him. but actually this is a really good song and he for sure sings it in his bathroom mirror and checks himself out. how humiliating. idk what to say other than listen to it
alternatively: the ballad of big poppa and diamond girl; cobra starship. this song screams neito to me, if i could dance w him to this song life would actually be okay? the only reason i didn’t put it as the main is because i didn’t know if it was projecting, anyway THIS.
hitoshi shinsou— k; cigarettes after sex
this would lowkey be embarrassing for him tbh. this song feels so personal and intimate, if someone you weren’t dating said this reminded you of them, youd have to be really into them for it to not weird you out. however luckily you are really into him. he knows his point is gonna come across, and he’s confident behind it. he sent it as a way to say hey mf im into you, i know you’re into me
compass; the neighbourhood. he kinda listens to teenage girl music, he’s going through that phase. this song is so cute tho!! he’s kinda doting in a weird way, it’s sweet.
Request:djdjdj i love your blog anyways~ i was wondering if you could write denki, shiggy and bakuhoes S/O having horny dreams and their reactions and what they would do.
Warnings:smut, consensual somnophilia, degradation and fem! reader
he was careful not to wake you up while he slowly shoved his aching length inside you, both of you simultaneously moaning as he bottomed out.
his movements were slow, enjoying the feeling of his cock being engulfed by your tight, wet heat. you were getting impatient, unconsciously grinding against him making him lose all sense of control as he started mercilessly pounding into your hole.
you were suddenly awakened from your deep slumber and was pleasantly surprised to find yourself impaled on your boyfriend’s cock. “k-katsu-ah!”
he wrapped his hands around your throat, pulling you even closer. “you’re so wet, you little slut. were you imagining daddy’s fat cock inside of you? huh, is this what you wanted? moaning my name in your sleep like a dirty girl.”
“yes,” you moaned out. he choked you even harder, trying to emphasize his words. “yes who? tell me right now or you’re not gonna get to cum.” he harshly slaps your ass and slows down his thrusts.
“y-yes daddy, it’s what i wanted. i’m your little cockslut, please let me cum!” you announced. smirking at your response, he harshly bit your shoulder and continued fucking your insides “good girl, now cum! cum on my cock, princess.”
denki kaminari.
‣ does not have any problems helping you out
‣ he’s horny 24/7
‣ you two were watching a movie and you fell asleep halfway through it
‣ he was hella into the movie until he heard you moan out his name, mans switched up real quick
as soon as he heard you brokenly moan out his name he pounced on you, lifting up you shirt which gave him an amazing view of your perky tits.
he took one of your nipples in his mouth, gently sucking and nipping at them while one his hands slowly wandered into your underwear. he slowly slid a finger inside you and rubbed gentle circles on your clit.
“a-ah! kami~” he was rock hard in his pants but chose to focus his attention on you. he teased your walls, repeatedly rubbing his fingers against your sweet spot. he could feel your insides clamping down on his fingers
“ngh, kami- m’close.” you gasped out his name, your body quivering as you reached your peak and came. he quickly took his fingers out, placing them in his mouth and licking them clean.
he was about to get up and relieve himself in the washroom when he felt someone grab his wrist. you swiftly took your clothes off and pushed your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him once again.
“come on, baby. finish what you started,” you spoke as you sunk down on his cock.
tonight’s gonna be a long night
tomura shigaraki.
‣ was probably up late gaming
‣ you fell asleep right beside him
‣ he noticed you letting out whimpers and slowly grinding against your pillow
‣ of course. he’ll help you out, it’s shiggy when would he ever say no to dicking you down
shigaraki was playing a game and currently engaged in an intense battle. he had one side of his headphones off of his ears so that be could still hear you although you were passed out a long time ago.
he noticed that you started shifting and shuffling a lot which was distracting him from his game. “player two, stop moving so much.” still you continued. he was starting to get annoyed by your constant jerks.
he took of his headphones completely and turned to you with a frustrated look when he noticed what you were doing. you had one of your pillows between your legs and you were mindlessly humping away at it, trying to get yourself off. he licked his lips and made his way over to you.
you barely wore anything to bed and you looked so inviting, wearing one of his shirts. it was like you were asking to be touched and who was he to argue? he nudged your thighs open and put his aching cock in between them. he humped at your clothes pussy, feeling your arousal seeping through your underwear but it wasn’t enough.
he took your underwear off giving it a good lick. “mmm~ you always taste so sweet, babe” he said as he rubbed his member along your entrance, grazing your clit which made you let out a cute whimper. he gently lined it up with your hole and plunged deep inside you. “fuck yeah, ngh- your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock.”
he pounded into you, the bed lightly shaking with the power of his thrusts. feeling himself about to reach his orgasm, he quickly rubbed your swollen clit making you clamp down on him. the feeling of your pussy convulsing on his cock was too much for him and with a grunt he came, filling you up with his warm seed. “take it all, you naughty little thing.”
he slid your panties back on making sure none of his cum seeped out. “you’re gonna keep all of my cum inside you like a good girl.” he gave you a quick peck and drifted off into sleep, he couldn’t wait till you woke up and found his little surprise~
37. a kiss on the cheek that turns into a kiss on the lips
can be read as a continuation of thisandthis, or independently :-)
normally, katsuki would be in bed by 8pm, arms bare in his favourite pyjama tank top tucked into a worn pair of checkered trousers, ready to knock the fuck out.
normally, katsuki would do anything and everything he could to keep to the strict schedule he’s set for himself – sleep by 8, wake up at 5, gym, breakfast, go to work – being a pro-hero meant that indulgences are rare and time is always precious, so routine is important to him.
normally, katsuki doesn’t let anyone interrupt this routine of his. if his mom texts at 8.15pm, well, too bad. he’s dead asleep.
but your relationship with katsuki is anythingbut normal.
which is why you find yourself tucked into his side at 10pm on a Friday night – way past his bedtime – all comfy and cosy in your pyjamas while Zootopia plays on your television.
you watch as the light from the tv casts colourful shadows across his face. despite katsuki’s perpetual frown, you could tell he was relaxed – chest rising and falling slowly as he leans his weight comfortably into your side – and it fills you with satisfaction knowing you’re probably one of his select few who gets to see him like this. when he’s not stained with dust and soot. when the space between his eyebrows remain uncreased and smooth.
when he’s more katsuki than he is dynamight.
a niggling sense of fondness tugs at your heartstrings and you smile to yourself. if you told third-year you that you’d be watching Zootopia with katsuki now, sharing a bottle of cold-pressed fruit juice without beating each other up or cussing each other out, you’d probably laugh and leave.
but by some strange twist of fate, here you are – not quite friends, but not quite lovers either – caught in a playful in-between that is fascinating and challenging all the same.
and this realisation has you pushing yourself up with a hand on his thigh, dropping a quick kiss on the apple of his cheek, before settling back into the crook of his arm.
the air shifts. you wait with bated breath.
katsuki cups your cheek and tilts your face towards his to kiss you properly on the lips – quick and simple, but filled with emotion and truth. he pulls away with a quick swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip, tasting like smokey bits of burnt caramel and buttery popcorn.
when you opened your eyes, you couldn’t help but stare, entranced, by the slightest hint of a smile that graced his lips.
“stop staring at me.”
the hand cradling your cheek moves to cup your jaw while his thumb brushes against your bottom lip. with that very same hand, katsuki turns your head back until you are facing your television once more.
“and focus on the damn movie, shrimpy. they’re about to catch the night howlers.”
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synopsis:bakugou tries to learn the meaning of “i love you” long after it’s been told.
pairing: bakugou x reader
genre: fluff with a touch of angst and lotsa pining
warnings: brief hospital setting, mentions of injury, bakugou is bad at feelings™
glossary: Y/H/N - your hero name
word count: 4.3k
a/n: dedicated to @katsushimaa, the reason why this blog exists. in other words: HI YSSA IT’S YOUR ☀️ ANON (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ♡ update (1/6/2021): this fic is also read on peachy can’s youtube channel! this is with full permission and credit, and the only work with only this channel.
“I love you.”
Bakugou stared, speechless, as you confessed to him under the cherry blossoms, diplomas in hand. His throat locked and his tongue stalled as he wordlessly gaped at you. Around words? No, he didn’t even know what to say. The wind blew the petals off the branches, shocking him out of his stupor once they obscured his vision for one precious moment. He still couldn’t find the words to respond.
He didn’t know how.
All his life, he hadn’t cared for affection. Only victory. Anyone vying for his affections soon ran crying (humiliated, if they were lucky), the unread love letter crumpled in their fists as he moved on with his life without a care. But this, he couldn’t bear letting go.
Bakugou didn’t know how to hold on, either.
For the past three years, people came to know you as his other half. The one who kept him in line, yet helped lift him to even greater heights. The one who could withstand his withering glare with a smile. The one he kept by his side. For the past three years, your relationship remained ambiguous, this ambiguity becoming the open secret of your year. Too close to be just friends, yet not quite lovers either. A deeper connection that neither of you dug into, content with your dynamic.
Until now.
A part of him loathed that you were the one to make the leap when he didn’t even know what to say, but a little voice in the corner of his mind told him that maybe, just maybe, this would finally get his ass moving.
You smiled. Softly, slowly…
Knowingly.
He had to remind himself to breathe.
“You don’t have to answer me right away, I’ll wait for as long you need.”
And with that, you were gone. Bakugou was left staring at your back as you walked away from him and, as he would later discover, out of his life for the next two years.
playlist: i was an island john-allison weiss, little lion man mumford & sons, buzzcut season lorde,a world alone lorde
wc: 6.8k of pain
content: she/her pronouns, cursing, food mention, crying, discussion of bullying, ptsd, katsuki being a tiny bit possessive, spoilers for the fic in cw beyond this point -> morbidity, discussion of death, basically terminal illness, hospitals, ivs and injections, comas
desc:reader and bakugo are doing the whole childhood friends to lovers thing, deku is briefly a little shit, and angst happens, bakugo has awful coping mechanisms. literal years of slow burn. years.
notes:came up with this while running up a hill, wrote it in one day and cried three times during. this is literally made of sweat and tears, but no blood, fortunately. ok have fun i’m gonna go cry again-
Pairing:BakugouKatsuki x gender neutral reader (I guess ?, mention of “chan”)
Synopsis:Sometimes, letting go isn’t the best option.
Genre:Pining,Slight Angst to Fluff.
Date : 2022, March 21st (supposedly March 14th)
Word Count : 5 000+ w. - Ficlet
Author’s note:This-… This ended up way longer than expected ? This initially was supposed to be a White Day post, but lets be honest: I would have never finished it if it hadn’t been a gift for one of my favourite persons in the world. So let’s say it’s both a March 14th and 21st post. Happy Birthday again, sweetie ! And hope you guys like it ♡
Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, I beg your indulgence for my possible mistakes Hope you’ll like it !
He saw you. He couldn’t help it.
His eyes kept falling on you, beaming in excitement as you browsed the catalogue of the best cafe and restaurants of the city. His ears kept catching your enthusiastic voice as you commented each place, each menu and options of the nearby restaurants, gardens, aquariums.
As you eagerly rambled before coming back to your main topic : organizing your date.
With Midoriya.
Bakugou felt like he was cursed. Honestly, he didn’t want to come across you two. He wasn’t even looking for you in any way, when this kind of unexpected encounters happened. And yet he kept crossing path with you, by pure chance. Or rather by accident. How was that supposed to be a “chance” ?!
Really, he was sick of it. Sick of seeing you two acting all privy, like secretly dating lovey-dovey partners. Did you really think no one would guess what you were, when you obviously met in secret in all sorts of places ? He saw you, damnit ! He saw you in the little corner of the study room, all sneaky, trying not to draw any attention while the room wall was fucking glazed, opening onto one of the more freaking frequented hallway of all UA. He saw you at the library, there again at a discreet table, hidden by the large book shelves and well away from the hall liveliness. He saw you in the dorms yard, visibly talking about the garden flowers.
At some coffee shop. Once, maybe twice. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was twice. T W I C E, damnit. Wasn’t the city big enough not to see you every single time you planned, or enjoyed a date ? He even saw you shopping together while he almost never went to the mall, damnit !
And as if all those undesired encounters weren’t enough, he had to regularly witness your small, yet frequent interactions. Chit-chat here, little notes there. Why did you have to be so obvious about it?!
Bakugou wanted to ignore it, to shrug it off and act like he didn’t care… and he almost succeeded, at least on the outside. But on the inside… The boy had never been really good at dealing with his emotions. He may well try and put up a front, at the end of the day Bakugou was still a pretty bad liar, especially to his heart.
And so he kept seeing you. Watching you. Checking on you.
STOP RIGHT THERE. You have to read this, this is one of the smartest and best misunderstanding prompt I’ve ever read. Logical, realistic, relatable, there’s everything in it, I was even doubting until we had the Reader’s POV. And the pining, omg, THE PINING. STUNNING. LOVE IT. You’re looking for a good few minutes? Read this. Rough day? Read this. In any case, this is a little masterpiece and I’m so so SO proud of you @luluwiie. Thank you for this little jewel (*chief kiss*)
Pairing:BakugouKatsuki x gender neutral reader (I guess ?, mention of “chan”)
Synopsis:Sometimes, letting go isn’t the best option.
Genre:Pining,Slight Angst to Fluff.
Date : 2022, March 21st (supposedly March 14th)
Word Count : 5 000+ w. - Ficlet
Author’s note:This-… This ended up way longer than expected ? This initially was supposed to be a White Day post, but lets be honest: I would have never finished it if it hadn’t been a gift for one of my favourite persons in the world. So let’s say it’s both a March 14th and 21st post. Happy Birthday again, sweetie ! And hope you guys like it ♡
Please keep in mind that english isn’t my first language, I beg your indulgence for my possible mistakes Hope you’ll like it !
He saw you. He couldn’t help it.
His eyes kept falling on you, beaming in excitement as you browsed the catalogue of the best cafe and restaurants of the city. His ears kept catching your enthusiastic voice as you commented each place, each menu and options of the nearby restaurants, gardens, aquariums.
As you eagerly rambled before coming back to your main topic : organizing your date.
With Midoriya.
Bakugou felt like he was cursed. Honestly, he didn’t want to come across you two. He wasn’t even looking for you in any way, when this kind of unexpected encounters happened. And yet he kept crossing path with you, by pure chance. Or rather by accident. How was that supposed to be a “chance” ?!
Really, he was sick of it. Sick of seeing you two acting all privy, like secretly dating lovey-dovey partners. Did you really think no one would guess what you were, when you obviously met in secret in all sorts of places ? He saw you, damnit ! He saw you in the little corner of the study room, all sneaky, trying not to draw any attention while the room wall was fucking glazed, opening onto one of the more freaking frequented hallway of all UA. He saw you at the library, there again at a discreet table, hidden by the large book shelves and well away from the hall liveliness. He saw you in the dorms yard, visibly talking about the garden flowers.
At some coffee shop. Once, maybe twice. Come to think of it, he was pretty sure it was twice. T W I C E, damnit. Wasn’t the city big enough not to see you every single time you planned, or enjoyed a date ? He even saw you shopping together while he almost never went to the mall, damnit !
And as if all those undesired encounters weren’t enough, he had to regularly witness your small, yet frequent interactions. Chit-chat here, little notes there. Why did you have to be so obvious about it?!
Bakugou wanted to ignore it, to shrug it off and act like he didn’t care… and he almost succeeded, at least on the outside. But on the inside… The boy had never been really good at dealing with his emotions. He may well try and put up a front, at the end of the day Bakugou was still a pretty bad liar, especially to his heart.
And so he kept seeing you. Watching you. Checking on you.
He just couldn’t help it.
And the more he stumbled upon your little moments, the heavier the weight in his stomach grew.
It’s been two weeks and he still feels the same. Maybe worse, actually. Two weeks he saw you getting closer. Two weeks his stomach couldn’t help but twinge when he saw you two together.
Of course, he still had his moments with you, for training, homeworks, or even just to take a breather after your day. He still had your stupid competitions about who was the fastest to cut the chives competition during which you regularly almost cut your fingers rather than the food, or, more privately, about which one of you would send the first “Good night” text, since you were both early-sleepers. This was a game you started playing when you moved in the dorms, after your friends commented how you both went to sleep like elders. You never stopped since, often teasing each other about it, when one of you seemed more tired than usual. That sort of competitions even started a little game between you two, a game where you’d give the other 5 ¥ when they’d make something first. You’re the first to set a new record in some of your shared video game ? 5 ¥ for you. He’s the first to taste that weird gross-looking new dish of one of your favourite restaurants ? 5¥ for him. You woke up before him ? 5¥ for you. He went to bed before you ? 5¥ for him. Anything and everything became a pretext to compete and gamble. Some pretty good pretexts to play around and take some good time together too, actually.
He still had that. And your stupidly endearing habit of reminding him to drink water “because it’s important for his brain, and essential to his quirk”. And your hopeless attempts to make him laugh, trying to tickle every single reachable skin part of his body. And the unique frown you gave him when he overexerted himself, or went too far with one of his classmates. He still had all that.
But for how long ?
Soon, you’ll graduate and leave the school, the dorms, UA, everything that bonded you together. Soon, you’ll part ways to start a new life, as heroes. And all of those things would become memories.
Plus, it already didn’t feel the same anymore. He didn’t feel as priviledged, as special as before.
He couldn’t stop questioning what your relationship truly was.
Just like Kirishima, he started semi-officially considering you as a friend at the middle of your first year. You weren’t difficult to tolerate and he respected you enough to let you gravitate around his team, until you definitely became part of it. You were then an extra he deemed worthy enough to count as one of his early sidekicks. But everything changed after Kamino. Or rather, after you confronted him and his conflicted self-loathing thoughts, after Kamino.
That night where you had the gutts to talk things out with him, to ignore his agressive shouts, those he used to push you away, hoping to quickly come back to his solitary crisis. That night where you saw right through his aggressive demeanor and chose to stay, because deep down, he needed it. That night where you gathered the courage to contradict him, to fight the obstinate guilt-inducing voices running him down in his head, to reassure him. The night you found the right way, the right words to help and support him.
Without a word to formalize it, that night strengthened your bond, bringing you closer than ever. That’s how you levelled up from “ordinary extra” to “respectable teammate” and then “ever unavowed best friend” in his heart.
But was that truly it?
Through the glazed wall, Bakugou watched you absently, lost in his thoughts. He couldn’t hear what you were saying to Deku, but judging by your theatrical gestures, he could guess you were playing a sort of overly cliché declaration of love. You looked ridiculous. So ridiculous that Bakugou found himself snorting a little, despite the twinge in his chest. You seemed happy. As always, he thought to himself, since you were such a smiley dork. But you seemed.. well. Truly well.
And in the end, wasn’t that all that truly mattered ?
He could stay with his questions, his thoughts and doubts, with the twinges in his stomach forever.
As long as you were happy, it was okay for him. He would deal with his inner conflicts on his own, like the big boy he was, and that would be the best for both of you.
You didn’t need to know anything. And he wouldn’t have to change a thing. He just had to act normal, like the brash and outstanding friend he was. Live his best life, working hard and excelling in everything to open his own agency and become the n°1 hero, while tolerating some moments with his classmates, including you among that bunch.
Simple. That had to be simple, right ? He lived like that since his youngest years. Yeah, he definitely could do this. He got this.
Or so he thought.
Days passed, quite the same yet different. Bakugou worked, and worked a lot, in your final classes, then in training, then in his bedroom. You’d help each other, as always, with workout and paperwork sessions. Sometimes he’d take a moment to breath, hanging out or playing with his team, before coming back to his work, or training. Classic days during which he’d share moments, tasks and talks with you, as you always did. Nothing more, nothing less.
Things seemed to go the right way. Actually, he was even pretty satisfied with the way he handled things until now. Burying his twinges and feelings wasn’t that hard, in the end.
That is, until his ears finally paid attention to the thing everyone’s been talking about since litteral weeks, the hot topic of the moment… : The Great Parade.
Why did shitty hair have to bring the topic today, after their boys team training session? Why now, while he was just starting to think he was doing well at handling his shit ?
… Well, maybe because the event was due like, tomorrow ? And maybe because that had been the girls’, then the boys’ main topic since literally two weeks , even while Bakugou ears decided to remain deaf and shut until his best friend brought the topic and forced its way through them ? It’s been two years, two years he has to put up with Denki’s never-ending jeremiads and tergiversations, whether or not he should invite Kyouka on a date… and yet he still never remember the fact that this shitty parade takes place between the 2nd and the 3rd week of March. This year, on the very first day of the second week, to be precise.
- But maaan, I don’t know, what if I’m just a good friend and that’s all, I don’t wanna ruin everything.. whined the blond, apparently decided to honour his traditional tergiversations, once again.
- You received Valentine chocolates, didn’t you ? Pointed out Sero, trying to boost his friend. So tomorrow is time to reciprocate !
- But what if they were just polite ones..
- Absolutely no one chooses a heart-shaped box for Giri choko. It was definitely an Honmei box, man.
- Yeah but what if-..
- Man, it’s the White day ! It’s definitely the perfect date, in every way! You have to ask her !
The taping hero carried on, developing his arguments to convince his friend. “Such a lucky coincidence don’t happen twice”… “ You can’t wait forever”, “You definitely have to do it tomorrow”, he argued. Or something along these lines. Actually, Katsuki weren’t really listening anymore, the chat of his friends becoming a fuzzy background brouhaha he didn’t even try to follow.
And while the boys carried on their talk, more or less proudly announcing their date plans for the next day, Katsuki’s mind remained stuck on one sentence, exactly five words pronounced minutes earlier.
“It’s the White day!”
Damn.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced, images, visions flooding his mind and soul. The visions of your moments with Deku.
Collecting his memories, his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together… And it clicked.
So that was what the chit-chat, the notes, the whispers, mysteries and secret stuff were all about. You surely were planning your White Day with Deku.
In the end, that didn’t change anything to your situation. You were dating Deku. That was it, and that was all. He already knew that, after all. He had accepted it.
But then, why did he feel his gut clench when Flat Face mentioned the White day ? Why did he feel his heart twinge at the thought of you and Deku going to the Parade together ? Just, what was that pang in his chest ? He thought he had accepted, swallowed it. He thought he was done with–
- And you, Kacchan~ ?
Dunce face’s voice suddenly pulled him from his unexpected introspection.
- You gonna ask Y/L/N-chan ?
As if he needed that kind of dumb question right now.
- Haaa? You really thought I’d go to such a shitty event ? What kind of fool did you take me for, Dunce ?! He instinctively answered, his usual frown on his face.
- C'mon, dude! You don’t need to be shy about it, you two are just so obvious it hurts !
- Look who’s talking! Sneered Sero.
- I am not that flagrant! He looks at her like a lovesick fool, I swear ! Didn’t you see it ?!
- I wouldn’t say that if I–
- Oi oi.. Just say that again Dunce face ? The explosive hero answered, sparks popping from his hands.
- Guys.. Help ?
- C'MON SAY THAT AGAIN–
The team break ended up turning into a new physical exercise session, Kirishima and Sero running after Bakugou who was himself chasing after Kaminari, loud explosions threatening his backside.
Frustrated by Dunce face blind stupid questions, Katsuki barely slept that night.
Instinctively following the pathway, Bakugou progressed in his walk back to the dorms, occasionnally kicking in the stones in his way. If he was used walking back to the dorms alone, after some of his never-ending training sessions, this time, the walk felt different.
Today, every single member of his team had left to get everything ready, or get dressed for their White day date. Shitty hair apologized and left a little bit earlier than usual to take a shower, because “stinking for a first date wouldn’t be very manly”. Dunce face, who had finallygotten his shit together and made his move, wanted to stop by some shop to buy a present. And Flat face had to get back the cakes and sweet treats Sato had helped him to cook for his date. He even crossed paths with Earphones, all dressed up, visibly ready to go to her date. She seemed a little embarrassed when he caught her eye, nodding. Maybe she wanted to go discreetly. Maybe she was shy about it.
He wondered if you would be shy about it too. If you were* shy about it too , his brain corrected. It wasn’t like you weren’t already dating someone… Or at least planning to date someone.
Speaking about the devil, he just passed Deku coming the other way, mumbling his plans for tonight.
“ Coffee-shop, then the parade, then the fireworks, then the park… Or was it the reverse ? Y/L/N-chan said that there was enough for two dates and that we’ll see on site, but… ”
He couldn’t hear the end of the green-haired boy mumbles, yet what he had been able to catch was already enough to get on his nerves. In the past, he probably would have blown him up for that. But past was past. He wasn’t that immature brat anymore. He had grown up and learned, learned to cooperate, learned to understand and help others, learned to contain himself.
And yet, there was still one thing, that one thing that was just beyond his abilities : Giving up. Giving up on his dreams. Giving up on what he wanted. Giving up on..
- Y/N-chaaaan! See you tomorroow!
Racoon-eyes’ voice pulled him out of his thoughts, urging him to raise his head and look up from the stones on his way.
There you stood, visibly back from your own training session: probably swimming one, judging by the wet towel sticking out of your bag. From his distance, he could admire how the sunset was floodlighting you, illuminating your face while highlighting your silhouette. And despite the meters between you, he was still able to distinguish how its warm colours danced in your hair, tinting them in so many different shades. He even noticed your damp tips, confirming him you indeed had been swimming. The sky was clear, but even if this year temperatures seemed warmer than usual, the atmosphere remained quite chilly, especially at the end of the day. You didn’t see to care, though. That didn’t really surprise him, yet Katsuki couldn’t help but notice this kind of things. How brave, strong and tough you were, among so many other things.
- Minaaaa-chaaan! Yeah, see you ! Have fun, and don’t forget any detail, you’ll have to tell me everything tomorrow!
- Yeah, and you too!
- Ha ha, yeah yeah, sure you laughed, trying to hide your embarrassment.
You weren’t really looking forward to telling them how your best friend rejected you two weeks before the end of your year. Really, you could wait for that. Maybe they would forget it. Maybe their date will be so awesome that they’ll forget that you planned to confess tonight. Yeaaaah… maybe ?
- As if Mina would forget something like that.. You whined for yourself, a sigh escaping your lips as your arms dropped, dangling.
- Forget something like what ?
You jumped, surprised by the unexpected question of your unexpected best friend.
- Bakugou ! You startled me !
- Yeah, think I saw that’.
You frowned, wrinkling your nose at his teasing. It was often like that, between you two. Always teasing each other, the fool frowning, grumbling or shouting in a more or less fake fury while the tease smirked, laughed or ran for their life ~~(a situation surprisingly not always reserved to your case, since Bakugou sometimes ended up playing along, letting you chase him when you were alone~~. After all, he kinda liked being chased by you. But that’s a secret)~~.
- So? What’s the thing Racoon eyes’ is supposed to forget ?
- A bet. Sort of.
But anyway ! You were coming back from your boys band training ? You teased him, gently punching his shoulder to distract him from your sudden change of topic.
Will the great Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight grant me the honour of walking back with him ? You theatrically asked, trying to reinforce your composure by joking around.
Always, he thought, his mushiness taking his own brain aback. Just, what was wrong with him ?!
- Tsk, maybe, he said, resuming his walk to put up a bold front, hoping it would help to cope with, or at least cover the mess of his brain and heart.
Taken aback by his plain answer, you just stood there, puzzled and rooted to the spot, watching his back move away in the distance while replaying his word in your head.
It was a simple word. A plain “Maybe”. Nothing more, nothing less. Nothing to worry anyone else. Yet this answer made you stress a little more over what you wanted to tell him. Not because he teased you back with his answer. But because he didn’t tease you back enough.
Something felt… off. Something was definitely wrong and you couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
Maybe today wasn’t the right day, after all ? Maybe you should wait for another chance.
It was not like these were your very last days of life together, after all. Not like you weren’t exactly 17 days away from the end of your student years. Not like most of you were gonna part ways to start up their own agencies, after the graduation ceremony. Nooo. Not at all. You weren’t two weeks away from your very last chance to confess to your best friend and tell him what he truly meant to you, before he probably decided to travel overseas to surpass All Might. Absooolutelynot.
How convenient denial can be, sometimes, the pragmatic part of your own brain sneered at you. But you preferred not thinking about it, quickly opting to join him in his walk.
- So!… You began, a bit short of breath after hopping to catch up with his him. How was it?
Lost in his thoughts, or more accurately trying to get a grip on his inner mess, Katsuki took some solid 10 seconds to hear, then to process your words.
How was it ? How was what ?
His non-existent night of sleep?
His pseudo-talks with his team, which sounded more like a competition about who would have the best date tonight ? Or his brief yet infuriating encounter with Deku, mumbling about the date you had been planning since literal weeks?
- I mean, not only your training with the boys, but your whole training day, at the agency ?
Oh. His day. Training, patrol, reports, paperworks, workout. Things like that. Of course you meant it that way. That was a fucking logic and classic question.
- ’t was fine. Patrolled with the sidekicks. We had to handle a bunch of trifle-villains, a couple of robbers and we evacuated a building partially destroyed by one of the villains.
- A not so bad one, if he was able to destroy anything under your watch.
- Was an accident. He actually destabilized a crane which ended up falling on the building.
- I see. No victims, I guess
- Of course not. Were no match for us. The budding hero instinctively answered, his signature smirk on his prettyface.
His answer made you smile. Not because he was bragging : he always was, it was as natural as breathing for him. You were used to it and kinda liked that part of his brash personality. His answer didn’t make you smile because he was the best. But because he was better. Better at cooperating. Better at saying “us” than “me”, “we” than “I”. Better at including others, his team, in the glory and credit he once used to claim for himself. Better in so many things. A better hero, and a better person. And you were really proud, proud and happy of being able to witness his blossoming as such.
Peeping out of the corner of his eye, Katsuki noticed and secretly took in the sight of your smile, wondering what caused it.
- What’s so funny ?
- Nothing ! I’m listening, I swear, carry o-
- Spit it out. You were snorting.
- I wasn’t ! I was smiling to myself !
- For what ?
- Do I really need a reason to smile whー. You stopped middle-sentence, blessing the inner sirens that suddenly wailed in your head. You almost blurt it out. You almost let this “when I’m with you” come out of your mouth of its own will, right from your heart. Thanks lord you didn’t finish that sentence.
Katsuki, as for him, didn’t feel as relieved as you were, taking your silence for a secret he did and didn’t want to know at the same time. Were you smiling thinking about Deku and your.. your evening with him ? Were you smiling for Deku ?
Were you dating Deku ?
He knew it. He just knew the answer to that question. Yet he just couldn’t pluck up the courage to simply ask you.
Because, deep inside, hidden behind all his pragmatic, down-to-earth and objectifying walls, deep in his heart, a small voice never ceased fanning the embers of his hope, noting and taking in every single positive interactions between you, as brief and little as it was. Every smile. Laugh. Shared knowing looks. Every touch. Every text.
These were all the things the little voice in his heart would cling to and talk about to keep his hopes alive.
But in the end, would it be right ?
Maybe not.
-I’m just happy you had a great day, that’s all. You quickly corrected, pouting to hide the blush tinting your cheeks.
Surely not.
In the end, he had to be ready to hear it. Even if he didn’t want to.
- Sure as hell you worked and did a lot too. He answered evasively, mostly to keep the conversation going. If he was sincerely interested in your life, always finding devious means to encourage you to talk about your thoughts and day ~~(which meant, in his language, teasing and provoking you to trigger one of your extraordinarily long and passionate speech about something you would fight anyone for)~~, this time his mind nor heart weren’t really there, which explained the pat answer.
- It was a kinda big day for me too, I have to admit. We worked on our support formation, in evacuation and back up simulations. It was intense !
You took a moment to relate your day, narrating every single moment as if you were reliving it. Listening to the sound and variation of your voice, Bakugou tried to let go of his thoughts, focusing on your intonations rather than the turmoil of his head. He almost succeeded, actually, nodding, humming and passing comments here and there.
- A big day, uh.
- Yeah, definitely ! Seems like we both worked a lot.
Bakugou let out an assenting hum, before silence fell back on you.
It was now, or never.
- That’s why… You started hesitantly. You knew this sentence was like a slope : the first steps would be okay and at the second you’d start to think that you were handling it, you’d rush downhill, unable to turn back. And that, just like in a steep slope, you could mess up and stumble, tumble down the hill at any moment. You just hoped you wouldn’t break anything in the process. In the end, that really was all you asked.
- That’s why, you gulped, picking up your sentence, I think I’ll skip our report and paperwork session for today.
That was it.
That was the moment you were both dreading for.
For you, the moment you’d tell him you’d like to go to the Parade with him. The very first, yet already meaningful step towards your confession.
For him, the moment you’d tell him you would miss your usual shared work session, because you planned to go to the parade with Deku.
And that’s the moment he knew he just couldn’t accept it. The moment the little voice in his chest changed into a real, sincere cry from the heart, shattering his walls, silencing his rational thoughts, pulsing sheer adrenaline in his veins.
Fuck his brain and his “You’ll get over it” thoughts. Fuck the “Let’s be rational, they’re obviously flirting”, the “already too late”, and the “that’s better this way”.
Since when had he been thinking like such a loser? When did he start thinking about giving up without even trying ? Without putting up a good fight ? Just, when did he start thinking about giving up ? Giving up on you, on top of that. It wasn’t like he was giving up his lunch or movie seat. He was giving up his place in your life, his place in your heart.
And he really thought he could just, step aside for someone else ? And watch them be there, standing by your side, taking place in your heart, and applaud everything from afar like the fool he would be ?
How dumb he was. Dumb and deaf, deaf to his own heart now furiously beating in his chest, mind, in his whole soul. But he heard it, now. He was even hearing it so well that his sound and voices overcame everything, muffling the sound of your voice, still playing in the background. You were probably trying to contextualize your confession, struggling to find the words to explain and justify why you wanted to take your evening off.
~~And that’s exactly what you were doing, but not in the way he was imagining it~~.
He didn’t know. Actually, he was more speculating than really listening to the content of your speech, his brain and being currently busier processing his denial and general feelings.
Since when had he been… ? Since Kamino ? Maybe. Since Jaku ? Perhaps.
Without ever clearly admitting it to himself, he always knew, or rather felt that he enjoyed your presence. Your logical presence in UA, your respectable presence in this class, your pleasant presence in his team, then your likeable and comforting presence in his life.
When did these adjectives start to evolve ? He didn’t really know.
- Sorry if this sounds all of sudden, I was so caught up in scheduling, organization and all that I didn’t really know if I could allow myself some free time for tonight.
What he knew was that he enjoyed every single stupid moment with you, as fleeting and ordinary as it can be. The training sessions where you’d tease him non-stop, trying his verylimited patience till he lost it, starting to chase after you to make you pay for it. The time where he discovered that his smallest sparks were excellent tickling weapons, making you scream so loud people thought he was torturing you for real. The infuriating times where you’d suddenly soak him head to toe, just for fun, which ended up helping him to speed up his heating process just to pursue you quicker. The times where you’d fall asleep on his desk at the end of some of your late paperwork sessions, a voice in his chest urging him to cover you with one of his blanket and let you snooze there. And vice versa, the times where he’d end up snoozing a little, resting his head on your lap after one of your big work out sessions. Your desperate and obstinate attempts to play the drums like him. And his fakely bored ~~yet deep down sincerely interested~~ attempts to do stuff like you. The cooking fights. The game fights. The co-op times. Everything.
Absolutely every stupid second in your company.
- But, I’ve been thinking about it, and…
When did he start falling for you ? He didn’t know.
But what he knew for sure was that he couldn’t let you finish this sentence. He couldn’t let you go. Not with Deku. Not with anyone else.
He never accepted to be a second player, after all. And he wouldn’t start now. Not with you. Not when the prize to win was a place beside you.
He wanted to be the n°1 in your eyes, in your heart. And if he really couldn’t be, he at least wanted you to know that youwere n°1 in his heart.
The realization made him stop in his tracks, fist clenched, trembling.
That was selfish. He knew it. That had been the reason of his weeks-long silence and denial.
But as he watched your figure move away in the reddening sunset, he knew he just couldn’t let you go.
He just couldn’t let you finish this sentence. Not without telling you. Not without trying to.
- You know, there’s this event, the, the Parade tonight and I wanted to ー…
- Don’t go with him. He cut you off, making you realize he wasn’t walking beside you anymore. Bewildered, you slowly turned around, looking at him in confusion.
- Don’t go with… ?
- With stupid Deku. He blurted out, head low, fists clenched.
But he couldn’t deliver his next sentence like that.
So he took a breath and raised his head, staring deep into your eyes, a deep yet sincere expression on his face.
-Go with me instead.
A cool wind was picking up, some of its soft breezes playing around your head, dancing in your hair and whispering in your ears. But you wouldn’t pay attention to their murmurs. Not when your head and mind were already full of confused thoughts, each and every of them revolving around a sole sentence. 4 little words pronounced with the deepest determination in the world, each word being emphasized by a pair of shining orbs, like two rubies lit up by the sunlight… or maybe emotions ?
- Wait … What ?
Did you think that out loud ? Shit. You surely did, considering the sudden twitch of his brows.
You had to clarify things, before imagining things, raising false hopes or hurting him unintentionally.
- Bakugou… Are you asking me out?
Yes. Yes he was. Even if he already knew your answer. Yes, he was asking you out.
But even as he braced for the shock, getting ready to listen to the confirmation he dreaded to hear, even as his heart was already clenching at his expected rejection, a little part of him was still hoping, helping him to put up his classic brash front, despite his trembling heart.
- Hell what if I am ?
For a brief moment, he caught you smiling to yourself, and couldn’t help but wondering why. Why this smile. Why now.
His heart was about to explode, and you were smiling. You really were impossible.. But damn, he liked that. He really, deeply liked that. Because it was a part of you.
Before he could analyse you any longer, you started walking towards him, cutting off his reflections. You walked unhesitatingly, this same smile still on your face. A smile he couldn’t decipher, but secretely admired instead.
- Well… I don’t have any money on me, but… You whispered, smiling mischievously as you stood on your tip-toe to reach his face. - Consider this as my 5 ¥, you softly murmured to his ear, before gently planting a kiss on the corner of his cheek.
Wait, what ? He, you -
It was Katsuki’s turn to bug, struggling to get a grip on what was happening there.
You. Kissed his cheek. And it wasn’t a “Sorry, I don’t like you this way” kiss, as he was expecting it.
It was a knowing, a conniving kiss. A winkingone.
A kiss that said “I’m in.” And more importantly… A 5¥ kiss. Which meant you…
- You got me. I was trying to ask you the same thing.
Suddenly, a wave of mixed feelings overwhelmed Katsuki. Pride, relief, coyness… Happiness, excitement..And such a misunderstanding feeling.
- And before you ask, I’m half-sorry but… I never planned on going to the parade with Deku. I haven’t coached him since literal weeks to end up taking Ochaco’s place. And he was.. sort of advising me for my own date plans, too… You explained, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed at the idea he could have mistaken that for some kind of flirt.
Suddenly, memories resurfaced, images flooding his mind again. Once again, his mind put the pieces of the puzzle together… And it clicked. For real, this time.
It was just such a big misunderstanding.
But it was for the best.
- Tsk, we’ll have to test those plans of yours, then. See if they’re worth it. He answered, his typical brash smirk back on his face. I’ll see you at 7 p.m.
And without even waiting for your answer, he left, as if it was nothing. As if his heart wasn’t about to burst with joy and excitement. As if he hadn’t just made the biggest step to win his place in your life.
In the end, he should seriously think of paying Deku back for that one.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Welcome to the second of seven works of the Candy Heart Club! Our second boy up is Katuski Bakugou with the candy heart saying “Kiss Me”. Let me know if you’d like to be added to the event taglist, and as always, the event masterlist is linked right above! Stay sweet and happy February!
Prompt: Katsuki Bakugo loves you, he knows he does, but just why is he having trouble saying it? No matter how many times the two of you are alone and the scene is just right, he gets too in his head and can’t say it. So, what else can he do?
A/N: Here is the second fic about our dear, beloved, Katsuki Bakugou! So sorry this one took a little bit longer, but you all can now expcet one of these works almost every day now - how else am I gonna get them all done before the 14th? The day of all days? I hope you all enjoy, and as always, just comment or message me if you’d like to be added to the masterlist! ENJOY!!!
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He was an A+ student. An example of perfection. A winner. Katsuki Bakugou was not a quitter. But, right now, he sure as hell felt like one. He loves you with a kind of love he didn’t think he’d ever be able to feel, and he thinks of you - often. When Ectoplasm is droning on about anti-derivatives and random numbers to the power of 4, his mind wanders and takes a trip to wherever you are. In training, sometimes he catches a quick glance of you and then he can’t remember what he was going to do next. And at night, right before he goes to bed and closes his eyes, he sees your smile - and then he can’t sleep. So, he has to do homework, or workout, or something. Anything he could possibly think of to get you out of his mind, but dammit, he just can’t. It scares him sometimes, to think that there is such a person who captures so much of his attention. But if he’d had to pick someone, he’d pick you every time.
There was something about the way you held yourself that made him so attracted to you. Your confidence never reached a level of arrogance - something he struggled with, even though he didn’t care to admit it. Your leadership capabilities were strong and sound, rivaling both him and the class representative. And your power - your athleticism and efficiency in training and on the battlefield was admirable. Bakugou had met his match in you.
The sun felt nice as the two of you were laying in the greenspace just to the side of Heights Alliance, relishing in a moment of peace. It had been Bakugou’s idea, actually, to get away from the clamor that was the common room, what with board game arguments running rampant and debates over homework answers. It was nice outside. Calm. Unlike most people, you could attribute those adjectives to time spent with Bakugou.
Your eyes were closed as your face was up towards the sun and there was a relaxed smile on your face. It had been a little while since either you or Bakugou had spoken, so you opened one of your eyes to get a peek of him, trying to see if he had fallen asleep. To your surprise, his gaze was trained on yours and then flicked away the second he saw you look at him. You let your eyelid flutter closed again, but a larger smile spreads across your face.
“What, do I have something on my face?” You say, already knowing you don’t.
“You know you don’t, you just want me to know that you knew I was looking at you.” Bakugou retorts warmly, seemingly reading your mind. You laugh a bit and roll to your side so you could meet his eyeline more easily and he does the same. Crimson meets Y/E/C.
Bakugou’s face is placated but his mind is in turmoil. Why can’t he just end all this and say it? He knows, or is at least 98% sure, that you have feelings for him. But, what he also knows, is that he has to be the one to say those three little words. And it wasn’t in some weird, backwards, gender stereotyped way that he had to be the one to say it, but it was because he needed to be the one to commit. You didn’t have a problem with committing to a relationship, and since you’ve known him, he’s given no indication of even wanting a relationship. So, now, he has to buck up and do it.
“What rusty gear is trying to move around in there,” you say, poking his forehead. He shakes his head a bit and grabs the hand you had raised towards it, keeping his palm enclosed around yours. You smiled a bit and shimmied your body a bit closer to his. The grass was tickling your legs and the warm breeze was swirling around you but the only thing that was making you feel something. You take a deep breath, then exhale.
“Katsuki, I-”
“Shut it.” He says quickly, squeezing your hand a bit to satiate the sting that his words left. Your eyes were wide, though, as he cut you off. His gaze flickers with a bit of regret from his word choice and his lips fight a frown. “I know what you’re gonna say.”
“Then just let me say it.” You murmur, slipping your hand out of his to instead mess with the grass. You pluck out blades and then pick those apart, leaving a litter of green on the ground. He takes you in one last time. The sundress you have on is pretty - something you don’t wear normally. The fabric spills around both of your sides, rumpling it a bit and ensuring that you’ll need to iron it out. Your knees are grass-stained along with your fingers, the pale green rubbing onto your skin to give it a somewhat sickly hue. It made you seem so real, so tangible. How can anyone like you truly be real? But his hand was on yours. Your knees are almost touching his. And the way he can almost see the pores on your face, the individual lashes adorning your gorgeous Y/E/C eyes…
“Close your eyes.” He says, receiving narrowed brows from you. You propped your head up with your elbow and your Y/H/C hair cascades around your shoulders.
“Why.” You say.
“Just do it.” Bakugou sighs.
“No, I wanna know your reasoning.” You insist. Another reason why Bakugou likes you - you push his buttons.
“Because if I’m gonna say, I need you to close your eyes. Makes me nervous when you look at me like that.” He admits, avoiding your eye-contact. Bakugou catches the shock and excitement in your expression, and so quickly, you close your eyes. His breathing grows more shallow by the second as he looks at you. Wherever the two of you have been within your friendship, it has been teetering towards a romance for what felt like forever, and he just wants to see you once more when you’re just his friend. It’s weird how he feels bittersweet about the whole thing - obviously, he wants more with you. He wants the late movie nights with you tucked under his arm, the dinner dates to that takoyaki place, the hiking trips to the tops of mountains where the both of you feel like you’re at the top of the world. But this Y/N - the one who is so nervous yet so thrilled to hear your first “I love you” from him. You are so, stupidly adorable. He thinks, shaking his head a bit.
Unfortunately, he can’t give you what you want. But maybe he can give you something better. He moves himself so that he’s so, so close to you and his nose is now inches from yours. Still oblivious to his intentions, you pout a bit.
“So are you gonna say it or-” In true, Katsuki fashion, his lips press to yours before you can finish your sentence. You inhale greatly through your nose and your eyes fly open, effectively breaking the one rule Bakugou had set for this whole thing. Your hand cards through his soft, blonde hair and pulls at it a bit. In return, Katsuki cups your cheek sweetly with his hand, rubbing his thumb softly across your smooth skin. It’s languid, the way he kisses you. Like he has all the time in the world with you here, so you just give in and sink into the kiss. You let yourself fall back across the earth while Katsuki slowly falls on top of you, his other hand holding your waist right where, if he moved his fingers a couple of inches to the right, it’d tickle.
It feels so right. Having his lips against yours, his hair in your hands, the both of you sharing each others’ breaths. Finally, he gives you a peck one, two, three times before he pulls back completely.
“That get the message across?” He says, slightly breathless. You can’t help but beam, making the skin on your nose and around your eyes crinkle.
“I dunno, maybe I want to hear it,” you giggle, rolling the both of you so that you are now laying on top of him. You sweep his hair off of his face and place a kiss to the place on his forehead that rarely shows itself. He rolls his eyes playfully and wraps both of his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him. Bakugou’s nose brushes against your ear.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, gaining a shiver from you. You sigh in content and place a hand lightly atop his chest, playing with the fabric of his soft, cotton shirt.
“And I love you. Now,” you say, grabbing his face with both your hands. “Kiss me.”
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I wrote this on the fly because there’s no way I’m missing boom boom boy’s birthday.
Ya know that trope where Person A kisses Person B as a distraction/to keep them hidden from the enemy?
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Katsuki Bakugou x gn! Reader
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You had imagined your first kiss with Katsuki Bakugou a million different ways.
Sometimes it was romantic. A walk on the beach, his cheeks rosy with sunburn and blush, hands tucked in his pockets and watching you admire the waves before taking your hand, pulling you close, and kissing you gently.
Sometimes it was angry. You’d pissed him off one too many times and he had hadit, palms sparking as he backed you up against a wall, his eyes shifting from your petrified glance down to your lips before pushing in and laying one on you.
Sometimes it was normal. At the end of the second date, when he’d be walking you back to your apartment after the movie ended, fidgeting outside your door and trying to figure out how to tell you goodnight, rolling his eyes as you teased him and cupping your cheeks, the light press of his lips on yours silencing all doubt.
As far as you were concerned, kissing him was only that. A fantasy. It probably wouldn’t happen and even if it did, it would probably happen in one of the above situations, somewhere safe and guarded where you could be alone and yourselveswith each other. Not during a mission.
To be fair, Katsuki was a quick thinker. The mission was to stay incognito and unnoticeable, to make it out alive with the intel you’d risked your lives to gather. So it made sense that, when the suspected supervillain turned your way, Katuski had to do somethingto keep your covers from being blown. And if your first kiss together was collateral damage in saving your lives, then you couldn’t rightly complain.
Katsuki grabbed your cheeks and yanked you around, turning his back to the villain marching your way. Despite the crowd of people and your civilian disguises you still felt so exposed, a strike of fear you hadn’t felt since your early days of training, but then his lips were on yours and it evaporated in the heat of his touch. Harsh though his kiss was, he was standing in front of you, shielding you, and you were his eyes, an unspoken agreement that you would watch until the suspect walked away. Even when he had you took a few more moments to enjoy what you thought would never be—your mission partner’s hands on your skin, kissing you rough, all teeth and tongue and dizzying until you closed your eyes and focused on him.
“Oi, dumbass, you’re supposed to be watching out for him.”
Katsuki was glaring at you when you looked at him, red eyes piercing and cynical, but there was a softness in the way he brushed an eyelash from your face that softened the moment.
“He’s still there,” you lied, and shot upwards to kiss him again.
Katsuki half-laughed into your mouth. Grabbing the unzipped sides of his jacket, you pulled him closer, kissing him tighter, until the bill of his cap bonkedinto your forehead and you let go, reaching a hand into the soft spikes of hair beneath.
He pulled away with a harsh nip to your lower lip. A warning, a promise for later.
“Danger’s passed. Let’s go get him.”
Woozy, you pointed in the villain’s direction, and instead of bolting on his own, Katuski took your hand, threading it with his, and pulled you with him.
Gritty and growling, the kiss was better than you had ever fantasized—even if it was fake.
Desperate to escape the wrath of the all too powerful magick wielding Sizithian ruler, your father sends you off to wed the king of the Protectorate of Sha, upon his daunting request.
For the very first time, you set off outside of the confines of your home, traveling east to resentfully start your very unwanted life. But beyond the walls of your kingdom is more than what meets the eye.
The world you live in isn’t as peaceful as you always thought it would be, the mythical creatures whose stories you used to recall to the children of the kingdom stare you in the eye, elves, fairies and mermaids alike. It was also then that you witnessed the full capability of the dragon’s wing to summon an eclipse as it flew over the land below it. And just like all the stories you knew about; the untold tale of the dragon raid will inevitably lead to the greatest war of all.
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═ ' (): my love for kirishima really shows in this chapter terribly sorry for not posting in MONTHS, i really hope you still enjoy this chapter :(( i got back my will to live write after many months of doing absolutely nothing ISBDKS. and of course big fat kisses to chwistinie weenie for dealing w my shit i kiss u forever :(( a-also im like real anxious abt posting again so i’d v much appreciate it if anyone has any feedback
katsuki loves you. from the bottom of his heart, he does. he loves how you help so many people, even without realizing it. he loves the way you’re so unbelievably contagious, cheering up your friends when they’re not feeling their best selves. and he feels so fuckin’ grateful that you chose him to share your existence with.
you save so many people. you tell them to take care of themselves. you listen, and lend a hand to those in need when they need it most.
but what katsuki can’t stand - what he fuckin’ hates seeing the most - is you refusing to lend yourself that helping hand.
you don’t hesitate to take care of anyone… so why is it so hard for you to take care of yourself?
you think you hide it well; you think nobody can see that you’re truly, silently suffering. but none of this is fooling him. he’s too perceptive for that. he catches you one night, completely offguard while you’re crying.
katsuki’s quick to envelop you in the tightestof hugs. his fingers, gently thread through your hair. he shoves your face into the crook of his neck, and there’s absolutely no way you can escape his embrace now. no way you can possibly hide from him. and before he speaks, with the softest voice you’ve ever heard, he kisses your temple, tenderly like lovers do. like they shoulddo.
“let me help you,” he says, feeling your poor body shaking in his arms. “i want to take care of you.”
you haven’t heard kinder words in such a long, long time, it’s powerful enough to shake you out of your sobbing and leaves you ultimately frozen.
“please,”he pleads. and katsuki never says ‘please.’ “teach me how to love you. let me save you when you can’t. and don’t give me that, 'i’ll be fine,’bullshit.”
he pulls back to look you in the eye, his forehead pressing flush to yours. nose to nose.
“don’t you fuckin’ get it? you’re all i have,” his voice, so used to commanding with confidence and barking orders, croaks underneath hidden pressure, and cracks.
“you’re the most important person in my life, dumbass,” his throat bobs as he swallows. “and i don’t ever wanna lose you.”
the same bakugou katsuki that acts all tough and strong, that lowkey carries your backpack without you even realising. his hand is just holding it up behind you while you guys walk home together. the same katsuki that would yell to and insult others, that traces your nosebridge after you ugly-cried while laying on him with your full weight, he doesn’t mind. the same katsuki that used to feel confident by bullying now feels confident because of your love. the same katsuki that was once mean and unloving could never imagine being the reason you cry. the same katsuki that was fully convinced he was unlovable until you showed him otherwise.
synposis:assigned to be Bakugo’s partner at the Genius Office, Y/N begins to fall for him, finding comfort in the simplicity of their relationship and how easy it is to be around him. a year after dating, bakugo is left to wonder why they had to say goodbye.
content: cussing, mention of drinking/getting drunk, implied death
word count: 2k
a/n: inspired by one of my favorite songs, waterfall by with confidence. i always like writing for bakugo, but it’s been a while and idk how i did on his character here?? idk he’s a bit quieter… lmaoo. anyways hope y’all like this <333
Please leave a message after the tone
BEEP
“Hey Bakugo, it’s Y/N! From the agency. Your deskmate. Even though you said you’d only sit next to me for a few months and then quit to form your own agency, which is very optimistic of you, gotta say. Anyways, I wanted to make sure you had my number just in case you ever needed something… knowing you, though, you won’t ever call. Okay, see you at work!”
“Morning, Bakugo.”
A grunt in response. Y/N peeked over their computer to see Bakugo starting up his own PC with a yawn, his eyes slowly blinking open. “Late shift?”
“Stupid newbies don’t know what they’re doing,” he replied gruffly. Y/N only nodded and went back to their computer screen, not wanting to point out that both of them were still considered newbies, too, having only been working here for a month.
Best Jeanist had taken them in after graduation, and Y/N was thrilled and surprised. They hadn’t worked with him at all throughout high school, having only interacted with a sidekick of his during an internship, but that recommendation had apparently been enough for the agency to offer a spot as a starting sidekick. On a whim, they’d accepted. The only other newbie was Bakugo, so they were both paired up frequently for missions and patrolling, which Y/N didn’t exactly mind, but Bakugo was just… a lot.
From what they knew, he’d gotten a bit better since graduating high school. But he was still more than what Y/N was used to. At least, he was in the first few days. Now Y/N had gotten more than used to his loud voice and the way he sparked up whenever he was angry.
It was hard to avoid him, since they were basically partners. Neither of them said the word aloud, though. Y/N once referred to it as “the p-word” with another coworker, fearing Bakugo would be summoned through the mere use of it. He was evidently still a bit set on doing the whole “rise to the top” thing mainly on his own, though he did accept help often. Asking Y/N for advice on something, letting them handle a certain part of a mission if their quirk was more suited for it. Going to lunch with them. Small things.
The rumors started six months into their time working together, when Y/N was helping Bakugo with his plans to form his own agency with a few of his old classmates, and of course, with Best Jeanist’s blessing. Y/N walked in early one morning, two cups of coffee in hand, ready to work on hunting for a place for the new agency, when a coworker rushed to their side.
“Have you seen the columns?”
The dreaded columns. The heroes didn’t bother calling them by their proper name, and instead referred to it as “the columns” or “the gossip.” It was the section of the daily newspapers basically dedicated to speculating about heroes, and more often than not consisted of rumors and flat out lies. Naturally, every hero read them. Even if they weren’t necessarily true, they were funny to read and joke about with.
“No, what happened?” Y/N asked, setting down their cup on their desk and placing Bakugo’s on his, where he was already hunched over his computer in deep concentration. They’d been coming in an hour early every week just to plan, so they wouldn’t be scolded for doing non-work related things on the clock.
“It’s about you two.” Bakugo barely glanced up from his screen.
“Huh?”
Y/N pulled it up on their computer, too lazy to go into the break room to grab a copy, and thanked their coworker for the heads up before they walked away.
They almost spat out their coffee. The column’s were normally filled with things about a handful of heroes, and this week was no different. The last bit, though, was about Bakugo and Y/N, rising sidekicks at the Genius Office, and what the column’s described as a “rising power couple.”
“Are you seeing this?” Y/N demanded, to which Bakugo merely nodded. He seemed wholeheartedly unbothered.
“So what?” He took a sip of his coffee, meeting Y/N’s gaze. “Isn’t it true?”
Y/N froze.
“I’m sorry, when the hell did you even ask me out?”
BEEP
“Hey, Katsuki. I’m going to the store after work, don’t forget to send me a list of what I need to buy for dinner today. And please don’t get over specific and list the brands, too. You know I’ll buy the cheap ones just to piss you off. See you later, loser.”
“How’s the agency going?”
“Fine. Everything is finally set up, we finished today. Tomorrow’s the first official day.”
“Congratulations! Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” Y/N frowned at him from across the table, momentarily forgetting about their dinner.
“Busy,” Bakugo replied through a mouthful of food, grinning at Y/N’s wrinkled nose of disgust.
“Hmm, well. I’ll drop by during lunch.”
They’d been dating for almost three months now, and Bakugo had left the Genius Office to found 4A, a hero agency run by him and three other former classmates. Y/N had received an invitation to join, but had declined.
“Why the hell aren’t you joining?” Bakugo had burst into their apartment the morning after they’d emailed Kirishima their reply.
“I like the Genius Office,” Y/N said, completely used to Bakugo breaking into their apartment every now and then. He had a key, but Y/N knew he was always one for dramatic flair. “Plus you leaving left a bit of a gap, and I just got promoted. Dunno, it’s going good. And 4A is your thing, I didn’t wanna impose or anything.”
Bakugo hadn’t said anything after that, just strode across the room to give them a strong kiss, then left. Y/N would never admit it outloud, since he’s ego would expand to the size of the moon, but whenever he did that, give them a surprise kiss, they thought about it for the rest of the week.
Now they were eating dinner together at Bakugo’s house, which was a block away from 4A headquarters. It was routine to see each other after work, crash at each other’s places most nights, and eat dinner together at least once a week. They basically spent all of their free time together, which Y/N was enjoying. Bakugo was a walking furnace, and he was the best cuddle partner. Plus he could cook, liked the same shows as them, and worked in the same field, so he understood a lot of what they went through. Pretty much the perfect partner, Y/N always said to themselves.
They just clicked. Y/N didn’t want to think about it too much, since it was just fun being with Bakugo. Casual. Not too much pressure. Perfect escape from the job.
And Y/N was glad they weren’t the only one who thought so. Bakugo wasn’t over the top romantic, but rather affectionate in other, smaller ways. Making them tea and coffee in the mornings if he left before them, buying them their own set of toiletries to leave at his house, having their favorite snacks in his pantry, always calling them right after they got off work. Y/N always called, too, but Bakugo was horrible about answering his phone sometimes, so they were quick to adopt the habit of leaving voicemails often.
“So what movie should we go watch next week? Know any awful ones we can laugh about?”
BEEP
“Hey Katsu— Bakguo. Fuck. Sorry. Did I leave anything at your house? You can put everything in a box, I’ll drive by and pick it up onTuesday. Thanks.”
“How you holding up?”
“Fine.”
“He’s lying,” Sero and Kaminari replied in unison, not even flinching at the glare Bakugo sent their way.
It had been a week since he’d broken up with Y/N. They’d been dating for over a year, so yeah, it had hurt to suddenly wake up with half of his bed cold, to realize he didn’t have anyone to call after work, to not hear a new voicemail almost every day, to smile at the way their voice always sounded so happy in his ear.
Was he going to admit that out loud, fully sober? Fuck no. They’d have to get him drunk for him to talk about that.
Kirishima ruffled his hair before taking his spot at his desk. “You know you can talk to us, dude. Don’t act like you forgot.”
Kaminari sent him a smile. Sero flashed him a famous grin, sliding him a pack of his favorite candy. Bakugo took it wordlessly and ate it as he stared hard at his computer screen, determined to avoid his friends’ gazes.
What he was most upset about, infuriated, if you will, was the fact that the gossip columns said “it was to be expected.” The breakup quickly spread to the columns and held their attention enough to have over half of it dedicated to the news. They’d gone on and on about how they’d seen the relationship slowly fall apart, how many people had called it from the start, that it wasn’t built to last. They were both “rising heroes,” after all. And young ones, at that. Their entire lives ahead of them. A relationship at this point in their careers didn’t make sense.
And that was the end of that in terms of their relationship in the columns. But as the weeks dragged by, Bakugo kept reflecting on their time together.
Y/N had been the one to bring up ending it.
“I just… I think we both knew, didn’t we?” They’d looked so sad, staring at him with those tearful eyes. He’d searched in vain to find any sign of hesitation in them. “I really liked being with you, Katsuki. I just think it’s time we both focus on ourselves right now, on our careers. I know you feel the same, I just wanted to be the one to tell you I understand.” He didn’t feel the same, he wanted to scream. Why should they break up? Wasn’t everything going well, didn’t Y/N just say that? Why ruin something that was perfect?
They’d hugged him one last time, crying into his shoulder, and then left.
The next week, Bakugo heard on the news Y/N and a few other heroes were being sent abroad on a joint mission. Even hearing their name made his chest ache, so Bakugo elected to avoiding the news. His influx of information on recent events came from 4A anyways, there was no point listening to the news every night waiting to hear Y/N’s name just to feel that ache again.
One night, after a gruelling day of work, he mindlessly left the TV on the news channel, thinking it had been almost a month, he’d be okay now. He was almost half asleep when he heard Y/N’s name mentioned and he sat up, wide awake.
Y/N among one of the ten other heroes who are reportedly missing in action after a villain with an unknown quirk attacked the task force late last night. Other task force members are still searching for the missing heroes, along with local authorities. International agencies are being called to the scene and are expected to join the investigation later today…
Missing.
He’s reaching for his phone before he even knows what he’s doing.
One ring. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Hello, this is Y/N! Sorry I can’t answer the phone right now, I’m probably busy. And I like the way the automated voice lady says it, so lemme imitate it, hold on. Please leave a message after the tone.
BEEP.
You may now hang up to send your message. To review your message press 2. To re-record your message press 3. To send your message—
bakugou was helping you with a particular math problem. he was sitting closer to you than usual now; his arm barely grazed your cheek as he pointed to the equation.
you were glad that bakugou was helping you study, but it seemed like you could never focus. no matter what — whether you drank energy drinks or took a nap beforehand — you always seemed to drift off into daydreams. & you couldn’t pinpoint why, but those dreams always had bakugou involved…
maybe it was just because you were hanging out with him more.
speaking of which, ever since that late night dinner, bakugou spent more & more time with you. sure, he was still an ass. but his company was nice.
he helped you with homework, he offered to cook with you, & he made horror movie nights less scary.
but no matter how much time you spent together, it seemed like you two never talked. at least not about anything real. everything you learned about bakugou was from kirishima & eavesdropped conversations.
after a brief summary of the homework, you were free from study hall. on your way back to your dorm, you bumped into mina & tsu.
“hey, y/n,” tsu waved.
“hey, guys,” you smiled and stopped, dropping your book bag on the floor.
“studying?” mina chimed in.
“yeah, i’ve been having some problems with math.” you laughed nervously. it was embarrassing for you to admit that you weren’t good at everything.
“& bakugou’s helping you with that?” the pink girl eyed you suspiciously. the amount of time you spent with the angry man gained you a lot of attention.
“i- yeah. he’s just explaining it in a different way than the teacher. & that seems to work.” you shrugged & picked your bag back up. you were tired & wanted to take a break.
“ooo~” mina clutched tsu’s arm. “bakugou,” she mimicked your voice. “help me with my homework, alone, in your room, for hours on end. don’t worry no one will find out~”
you rolled your eyes & started walking again. as you distanced yourself you yelled, “thanks, mina. it’s always a pleasure!”
once back in your dorm, you plopped on your bed. it was hard being around bakugou that long. it wasn’t because of how loud he was or how impatient he got while teaching. & it certainly wasn’t because of how tidy his room was or how he covered his bookshelf with a blanket. & it was most definitely not because of how he bit his lip while watching you scribble down numbers or how close he got while he showed you how to do something.
no, you scolded yourself. you can’t think like that. you & bakugou? it wouldn’t work. even if it did… no, stop!
that would be crazy, right? you were complete opposites. but maybe…
a few of your classmates did comment on how little bakugou teased you, & how you were able to quiet him down if he started to yell.
but bakugou was too invested in school & hero work to even think of being with someone. but then again, his room was stocked full of romance mangas & movies. did that mean anything, though?
you shook those thoughts from your mind & fell asleep. you had a dinner not-date with your friend bakugou later that evening.
a couple hours later, your eyes fluttered open. you were exhausted; your nap had not satisfied whatever tiredness enveloped you. but you were more hungry than anything.
checking your clock, you realized you were late to dinner. bakugou was going to kill you. so, you quickly got dressed & raced down the stairs. you were about to bound into the kitchen when you heard voices that didn’t belong to bakugou.
you had done a lot of eavesdropping lately, & you weren’t proud of it. but you couldn’t help it. so you stayed back in the shadows.
“another study date?” you heard denki laugh. “dude, how many is that?”
“yeah, it’s like you’re practically dating,” sero included himself.
“we’re not dating.” you recognized bakugou’s frustrated voice. “you two are idiots, just reading into everything.”
“why are you hanging out with her so much, anyway?”
“yeah, you cancelled on our arcade trip for that movie thing the other night.” denki’s voice kept getting louder & then quieter, as if he was pacing the room.
“yeah, what gives, baku?”
“well, i had to. she can’t fend for herself.”
“that doesn’t mean anything, & you know it. what’s this really about?” it surprised you how tough sero was being. & did bakugou really cancel time with his friends for you? maybe, just maybe, he did have space for a relationship…
“yeah! do you have a crush~?” denki made kissy noises, which got returned with a groan from bakugou.
“yeah right. i’m just doing it because i feel bad,” he said almost as if it was clear as day. “y’know, she’s in a new school & — sure she has some friends — but she’s kinda an outsider. i can’t believe you thought i liked her, boneheads.”
you clapped a hand over your mouth. you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. no, you must’ve heard wrong. there’s no way.
before anyone saw you or before you embarrassed yourself more than you already had, you bolted. you made a beeline for your room, & you weren’t planning on leaving anytime soon.
how stupid could you be? did you really think he’d like you?
the next morning was brutal. halfway through getting ready, you started to cry. this forced you to start all over, making your routine seem dreadfully long. you wished you could just wear something comfortable instead of your uniform, but you begrudgingly slipped on your skirt & button up.
you walked down the hallways silently, only smiling at your classmates. you decided to opt out of conversations for today. you also made the decision of standing up for yourself if bakugou were to question you about last night. you’d rather create a scene than act like a fool any longer.
when you neared your classroom, you noticed that bakugou was walked toward you from the opposite direction. you briefly made eye contact before rushing to the door. but before you could get to your seat, a familiar hand grabbed your wrist.
“where were you last night?” bakugou turned your around. “i waited for like an hour & had to eat by myself. you could have at least called.”
okay, now was your chance. you had to stand up for yourself!
“why would i spend time with someone who doesn’t want to spend time with me?” you ripped your arm from his grasp. only now did you realize how close he was to you. you could see the faint bags under his eyes. did he even sleep last night?
“what are you talking about?”
“i heard what you said to denki & sero.” you crossed your arms.
“they told you?” his eyes lit up.
“no, they didn’t. & even if they had, this would still be on you!” you pointed your finger in bakugou’s face, which he quickly slapped away.
“are you stupid?!”
“how am i stupid?”
you noticed that the entire class was staring at you. your face felt hot, and you decided to let it be. if he wanted to argue, he’d have to catch you after class.
you turned around & headed for your seat. before you got there; however, bakugou called out your name.
“y/n!”
you whipped around. why was he bringing more attention to you?
“you’re so stupid!”
great, this is embarrassing.
“you don’t get it?” bakugou’s voice cracked.
what?
“i’m in love with you stupid!”
the class collectively gasped, as if they were watching a soap opera.
“wh-“
“why would i waste my time with you if i didn’t like you?! why would i buy your favorite snacks & waste money on you if i hated you?! why would i remember little things about you if i felt bad for you?! huh?! are you that naive & dense!?”
“wh- why’d you say those things to denki & sero then?”
all of bakugou’s words made you melt. sure, they were screamed and layered in frustration. but he was confessing his love!
but you couldn’t give up now. you could not make a fool of yourself. bakugou had to redeem himself.
“oh my lord! you’re dumb!” he ran a hand over his face & groaned. “if i told those idiots, the entire school would know within two seconds! i wanted to tell you! i wanted to! no one was going to do it for me!”
so it was true? all those shared laughs over snacks were real? every conversation during dinner meant something to him? everytime you lifted your test to show him your score across the room, he was actually proud? he stared at you because he liked you, not because “you had something in your hair”?
“you- it’s all true?” you faltered.
katsuki bakugou was confessing his love to you?
“of course it is!” he shot the class an evil glare, making each of the students look away, as if they had other things to do. “so, what? you’re not gonna say it back?”
starting at a new school? or starting in the middle of the semester?
you had heard so many good things about UA, & — with a physical quirk like yours — you were easily accepted (although, it didn’t hurt that your parents had connections with one of the top hero agencies).
but besides the actual hero training you’d received, it wasn’t much different from a normal high school. kids had formed rigid friend groups, which never really changed unless a fight broke out.
so there you were, in the doorway of class 1-A. you noticed that the teacher had not yet arrived. which explained the complete anarchy that took place inbetween desks.
a group of boys were standing around laughing, while the girls tended to migrate to the other side of the room. the rest of the students were already in their seats.
you recognized a few from tv, while others’ faces blended together. kirishima stood out, with his red hair. as did denki, midoriya, & bakugou.
bakugou stood out for a different reason, though. it wasn’t his hair or his quirk. it was that he sat away from the disruptions. you had seen how wild & loud he was during the sports festival, which made you naturally think to stay away. but now he was reserved. a scowl stayed planted on his face.
walking past the group of girls chatting, you went to the opposite side of the classroom. because everyone was out of their seats, you didn’t know which were occupied. so you had to stand at the front, like you were in first grade, waiting to get introduced.
and unfortunately, that’s exactly what happened. a tall, tired man (who you remembered to be the famous eraserhead) entered the room. when he did, the students naturally filed into place & quieted down.
“class, before we get started today, we have a new student: y/n y/l/n.” he turned to you. “you can sit in front of katsuki bakugou. there’s an open desk.”
as you took your seat, you noticed that all of the students’ eyes had widened. later, you would find out that bakugou sat in the front for a reason, & that he despised having you in front of him.
besides a few other hiccups, your first week went well. more & more of your classmates talked to you, & soon, you had more friends than you had in previous schools. because of this, you were in the middle of the two main groups of the class.
urakara & midoryia were the first to strike up a conversation with you. they had been encouraging & friendly. however, kirishima & mina also took to your liking. they teased & included you in inside jokes & pranks. both parties saved you from a lonesome lunch.
so now your time was split. one day you’d hang out with midoryia’s group. the next was spent laughing with bakugou’s.
even though you were now a part of his group, it didn’t mean that he was your friend. it actually seemed like he hated you. it was nonstop yelling & cursing. you even started to think that you did something wrong.
kirishima assured you that’s how bakugou makes friends, but this was too harsh to just be teasing.
but then you overheard a conversation you were supposed to never hear.
“why’s katsuki so quiet?” you noticed denki’s voice as you walked past the common room. it was getting late, so you were on your way to your dorm to get some well-deserved sleep.
“i think it’s his family again. y’know how they are. & now that midterm grades are coming up, he’s more stressed,” kirishima said. neither of them noticed you, so you creeped behind the wall. “i feel so bad. he’s such a great student & guy… there’s just so much pressure on him.”
“yeah, he’s always gotta be number one.”
“did he ever tell you why he’s always so cranky?” kiri’s voice lowered. you knew that you should keep walking, but you just couldn’t stop listening.
“no,” denki replied. you thought you heard him get up from the couch, making you flinch. but he was wrestling with a pillow.
“well, he’s always been praised for his quirk. so he never got to work on himself, like his personality. so he thinks everyone likes him for this amazing quirk. & don’t get me wrong, it is an amazing quirk. but he’s disappointed when he makes one little mistake… it took me months for him to finally open up to me, so don’t let on that i told you this.”
“got it, boss,” the yellow-haired man laughed & the conversation died down. only now did you walk away.
so that’s why bakugou hated when you appeared in class? because you sat in front of him? one little thing like that can set him off?
a bubble of guilt rose in your chest. you screamed in your head how bakugou was “the worst” & that he should “go away & not bother anyone”.
his own parents & friends did this? made him a mess of pride & shame? was all he wanted just a friend who liked him for him?
from that night on, you vowed that you wouldn’t leave katsuki bakugou alone. even if he tried to kill you.
you started to greet him in the mornings, which always resulted in a groan. you also offered to spar against him, even though he kicked your ass every time.
“why do you keep trying?! you lost already! go fail against someone else!” he’d say after almost every match.
you also made it a point to stay in the kitchen after dinner. you noticed a month into your stay that bakugou ate dinner almost an hour after everyone else. 7:30 sharp. & so you forced your stomach to wait.
“what are you doing here?” bakugou asked as he sauntered into the kitchen. “didn’t you already eat?”
“no, i was too busy studying,” you lied. how else was bakugou going to let you stay?
“what? you’re trying to tell me to study more?! worry about your own damn self. i’m going to get top marks!” bakugou smirked as he swung open the fridge.
“no, i just didn’t have time earlier. so i’m trying to catch up before dinner. i guess i lost track of time.”
“you’re not gonna cook?”
you watched as bakugou set a few ingredients on the counter. he rummaged through the kitchen grabbing pots & forks & plates.
“i don’t really know how to make a whole lot,” you shrugged. “i was just gonna have cereal or a bar or something.”
you walked to the refrigerator. as you were about to open it, bakugou’s arm blocked you.
“excuse me, i’m hungry.”
“you can’t eat that bullshit for dinner. are you crazy?” you eyed him, waiting for the solution to your hunger. “just have what i’m having, baka.”
what? did bakugou — katsuki bakugou — just offer to make you dinner? this was the last thing you expected.
“sit down.”
you watched how easily he tossed & mixed the food. you even noticed how gentle he was while he cooked. his face had softened, and… was he humming?
“what song is that?” you asked.
“i dunno what you’re talking about.”
after a few minutes, bakugou set down two plates on the counter. they were full of delicious looking food. it made your mouth water. the chef stayed opposite of you. and you two began to eat. the dinner was silent, but it was overwhelmingly amazing.
“bakugou?”
his fork stopped halfway on the way up to his mouth.
“can’t you see i’m eating?” he took the bite & continued to ignore you.
“can i ask you something?”
“you just did.”
you huffed. but you weren’t going to give up. you were going to fight through this conversation. you were going to be this man’s friend.
“would you mind helping me study?”
another lie.
you already had a plan set out for your exams. you were actually ahead of your schedule. you just wanted to take some of that stress kiri had mentioned away.
“why would i do that?” bakugou looked at you for the first time since you started eating. maybe it was the lighting but you could’ve sworn his ears turned red.
“c’mon, please~” you gave your best puppy dog eyes. “you already know i’m not going to place above you.”
& that was true. before you even step foot in UA, you heard how smart bakugou was. he wasn’t just brawn. & you were smart, but it was just that he worked double, maybe even triple.
“ugh. fine.” he rolled his eyes & went to place his dishes in the sink. “but no more favors. i’m not sharing my food anymore.”
༅ you both were screaming at the top of your lungs & then bakugou said something he didn’t mean
༅ it made you stop dead in your tracks
༅ you bawled & locked him out of your bedroom
༅ of course, you two made up (bakugou picked out a rom-com & all you’d favorite snacks later that night)
༅ so after that, bakugou has never raised his voice at you (not that loud, anyways) like that
༅ he realized how impactful his voice & words are
༅ so whenever he’s mad, he doesn’t speak but just leans on you or rips your hand away from whatever you’re doing to hold it
༅ because he’s superclingy
༅ but if you bring it up, he’ll kill you
༅ also, if you bring up the fact that he’s a hopeless romantic, he will murder you
༅ so those little big secrets are kept between the two of you
༅ if you’re upset for whatever reason, bakugou will pick out a romantic movie (he’s got an entire collection), make the living room super cozy with lights & pillows, & he will get you/make you your favorite snacks
༅ because he’s read so many romance mangas, his head is chalked full of ideas (so he can practically stop you from being mad at him at any point)
༅ bakugou — through your relationship — is not afraid to tell you he loves you anymore
༅ he’s better with any other love language, but he’s getting there
༅ so he’ll yell “I LOVE YOU” through a locked door or down a hallway if you two are fighting
༅ this boy will not give up
༅ sure, he might need a few minutes to calm down a bit, but he’s never letting you go
he lifts his hand slightly, taking pressure off of your knuckles. but you hold yours in place.
“feel… your heartbeat?”
you look up at bakugou. he’s avoiding your stare, but you can see the slightest look of fear in his eyes. his lip — which is pulled into a frown — quivers.
“i- i feel your heartbeat… & it- it’s very fast.”
suddenly, bakugou grabs your wrist. in reaction, your hand lifts off his chest. the warmth slowly fades; your palm gets colder.
“took you long enough to figure it out. i gave an absurd amount of hints.”
ೃ gaaah i missed writing for (1) explosive boy so here’s a little something i whipped up to make up for my inactivity here on tumblr! hope you enjoy! <3 (reblogs + cute tags help a lot and make me smile!)
ೃ dedicated to rai ♡ thank you for being chaotic w me (+ je-anne) since day 1
She takes one step.
Then another.
Her heels clicking on the floor as if she paints the floor gold with every step.
(Y/N) reminds me of the sun.
As if a halo floats above her pretty locks and whenever she catches me staring at her, I feel horns grow on my temples, as if I’m the devil damned by the angel herself.
When I kiss her, it feels like the earth is moving and I am moving with it.
She smiles like she knows what you are thinking (And she always does)
Ya know, I’m not one for this cheesy poetic shit.
I know I’m smart (that’s for sure) and I know how to woo girls with my looks. Not to mention, I have the coolest fucking quirk of em’ all. (Deku could never compare) None of that has ever been a problem.
But… do you ever just get that stupid feeling when you’re with that person? When you see that person?
When your eyes meet, all of time ceases to exist? The dying seconds frozen like the cascading red leaves kissed by autumn frost.
I have never believed in love at first sight.
After all, Love is for fools. Shit’s cliche. Overrated. Tiring.
Until now.
The more days I spend with her wrapped in my arms, providing her with that sense of comfort; the feeling of home… I become even more vulnerable.
I’m not supposed to be weak.
I’m not supposed to let my walls down.
But she makes me feel as if it’s okay to bring my guard down. She makes me feel safe. I don’t have to be the explosive brat that everyone loves and hates.
I don’t have to be Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamight who’s loud, powerful and always speaks his mind.
She makes me feel as if I’m just Katsuki Bakugo.
I can just be myself around her.
There was no fanfare or fireworks show. Just a quiet knowing somewhere deep within my heart.
What I feel for her is love…
And she completes me.
“What'chu thinking about?” (Y/N) purses her lips, approaching me with a spring in her step, her hands resting on her hips. The simple beauty she radiates glowing so effervescently. “Better not be thinking about yelling at Kaminari again is it?”
