You CANNOT tell me that Bakugo and Deku aren’t those crazy motherfuckers who’d straight up BITE their opponents in a battle as any other fighting resource (such as a kick, etc)

Those bitches bewiiiilld

Pen Pal Part 8

Bakugou x reader, text au

Where Mitsuki’s last attempt at changing her son, Katsuki’s attitude is by signing him up for a pen pal.

Part 8 - overreacting 

Warnings : swearing, mentions of bullying & stalking

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A/N : Oop, did I make Y/N a bit too unreasonable? Idek pahahah

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Pen Pal Part 7

Bakugou x reader, text au

Where Mitsuki’s last attempt at changing her son, Katsuki’s attitude is by signing him up for a pen pal.

Part 7 - Ily

Warnings : swearing, really shitty image quality pahaha

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A/N : Guess what’s back!!! Ignore the ‘Conversation Not Real’ at the top, it is real for the sake of the story pahah. Also wandering*** not wondering oops.

Any clues why she’s panicking?

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When a girl comes crashing through the window of Bakugou’s dorm and he has the strongest urge to just keep her with him.

Part 9 of “I feel safe with you”

Bakugou x fem!reader

Words : 1,424

Warnings : mentions of scars 

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A/N : I forgot to save my first draft ahhhh, so now I have to rewrite it :(

Hope you enjoy!

As soon as lessons had finished, everyone rushed to their respective friends, chatting away as a few curious eyes darted toward the new girl. 

Bakugou walked up to her desk, his bag already packed and slung over his shoulder. She looked up at him with a small smile. “What is it?”

“Are you not going to pack away?” he grumbled, giving her a look of confusion and she sat still in her seat.

“I don’t see the need to rush.” she replied quietly, starting to gather her pen and books. 

“Well if you don’t hurry up and train then you won’t be able to beat those losers.” he declared, grabbing the remaining few textbooks off her desk and stuffing them into her book bag. 

“Shall we go?” he asked, raising and eyebrow at her, to which she pursed her lips and nodded. 

“Is Bakubro ditching us again?” Kirishima wondered aloud as he watched the two leave the classroom together. 

“Yeah, it feel kinda quiet without his constant noise.” Kaminari piped up, a small frown on his face. 

“Well I’m sure he’ll join us again soon.” Mina cheered, giving the boys both a smile before looping her arms around their necks. Sero watched from the side with a smile before suggesting that they too should start training soon. 

Together the four walked back to the dorms, spotting the two ahead. It was mainly Bakugou who spoke, Y/N nodding in response, occasionally letting out a small reply. 

“And your hero work?” he inquired, pushing open the dorm doors and walking to the stairs, her trailing behind him. 

“I’m due to start again next week.” she answered. “I guess they’ll call me whenever and pull me out of class. Kind of a bother to be honest.”

“Do you not want to attend school?” he peered back over his shoulder, slowing down his pace so she could walk up the stairs next to him.

“I just don’t really see the point.”

“Why?”

“Well I’m already a pro hero aren’t I?” Her tone was soft yet her replies were sharp and to the point. 

“What about middle school? What did you do then?”

“I was home schooled.“ 

He nodded in reply, unlocking his room and entering. She followed and closed the door behind her, setting her bag down on the floor next to his desk.

“So training?” she asked. 

“Yeah. Better to do something productive than stay cooped up in your room all day.” he said. “Did Midnight bring any sports clothes?” 

“No.” she shook her head, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room as she watched him run around trying to sort things out for her. 

“Here, you can borrow some of mine for now.” he said, pulling out a pair of joggers and a old t shirt. He placed them in her hands and watched as her eyes looked them over continuously. “They’re clean I promise.” he grumbled. 

She nodded, content, before walking over to the bathroom, locking the door and getting changed. Although half way through putting the shirt on, her reflection caught her eye. Large ugly lines littered her body, each surrounded by a slightly darker hue that only accented the eyesore. She felt her breath hitch at the sight, tracing each scar with her eyes before she felt her eyesight go blurry with tears. 

A knock on the door took her out of her trance, a squeak escaping her mouth in response. 

“Have you fallen into the toilet or something?” Bakugou shouted from outside.

“Wait, I’m nearly done.” she responded, hastily pulling the top down and gathering up her neatly folded school uniform in her arms, unlocking the bathroom door and stepping back into his bedroom.

“God woman, you took forever.” he muttered before pointing to a rather large plastic box set next to the wall at the end of his bed. “You can keep your stuff in there if it helps.” 

She crouched down and eyed the box for any trace of dust, a small hum showing she was happy before placing down her uniform in the corner. 

“You have a few more stuff to put away right?” he spoke up, sighing for dramatic effect. 

“Yeah.” she nodded. 

“I’ll go downstairs and fill up up our water, come down when you’re done and lock the door.” She once again nodded and he turned to leave the room. “And hurry up.” 

“Alright thanks.” she said, hearing him say ‘no problem’ before the door clicked shut. 

She hurriedly unpacked the things from the small suitcase Midnight had brought earlier, finding some neatly folded underwear, some pairs of socks and some other things. Settling them all neatly into the box, she closed down the lid, zipped up the suitcase and left the room, making sure to lock the door before walking down the hallway to the stairs. 

She pondered about the blonde. She felt no ill intent from him or his words. He was simply harsh and abrasive, a little rough in his social skills but that didn’t mean he was a bad person in any way. She had picked up on his way to try and comfort her, something she was very grateful for. He even went as far to reassure her every time she wondered if something was dirty or not. 

“Y/N right?” a voice brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to see a black haired girl walking towards her. “I’m Yaoyorozu but you can just call me Momo, it’s nice to meet you.” she smiled. 

She returned the gesture with a small smile and a ‘it’s nice to meet you too’ before asking the other girl if she needed something. 

“No not really.” Yaoyorozu said, pausing before continuing with a “I was just wondering why you don’t use the lift?”

“I wasn’t aware there was a lift.” She answered truthfully. “But it’s alright, I could do with a little more exercise lately.”

Yaoyorozu giggled at her comment. “I’m sure you don’t.” she said. “Where are you going? I could perhaps accompany you.”

“I’m just going downstairs to the common room I think.” 

“Alright, let’s go.” Yaoyorozu said, taking the lead as the two girls descended the stairs. 

“What are you going to do today?” she asked, feeling a need to make sure the girl wasn’t alone in the afternoons, not just as the classes’ vice president but also as a friend. 

“Some training with Katsuki.” she replied. The use of Bakugou’s first name had taken Yaoyorozu back, despite her seeing their constant interactions during the school hours. 

“Are you two close?” she asked. To pry into someone’s personal life wasn’t something she would normally do, however curiosity was getting the better of her.

Y/N hummed in response as they turned around the corner. She was slightly stuck with having a conversation with someone her age. She didn’t know what they would talk about, or what type of responses would satisfy the other person, however Yaoyorozu was the one directing the conversation and she was grateful that the girl had struck up a conversation with her. 

“Not really.” she said curtly, before spotting him leaning against the wall on his phone. “Alright, I’ll see you later Yaoyorozu.” 

“Momo’s fine.”

“Thank you Momo.” she bowed slightly before running off to Bakugou, who looked up from his phone. 

“Took you long enough. What were you talking about with Ponytail?”

“Nothing much, just introductions.” she answered, taking one of the water bottles from him. “Thanks.” 

“Whatever. Come on let’s go.”

His question was half-hearted. To be honest, he didn’t care what the two girls were talking about. God, he didn’t care half the time when people were talking to him, but for some reason the girl next to him did nothing but pipe his interest. 

Whenever he saw her or thought of her, his mind would be clouded by questions. Was she okay? Why was she such a clean freak? Was his food today okay? He knew she had complimented it during lunch but his insecurities grew with along the pride that prevented him from voicing out his thoughts.

A question that rattled his mind for hours on end was what did she think of him? 

She was utterly thankful. She had voiced her thanks the previous night, but not even words could describe the happiness she felt when she was with her first out-of-hero-work friend. She was elated, although it was hard to tell from her short replies and seemingly uninterested persona. She was so grateful 

that he stayed

by her side.

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Bakugou and Todoroki in matching floral Suits

Couldn’t Have Asked For More

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready, sing!!” you whisper yelled.

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

“He did.” Jiro nods, wide eyed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He truly could not have asked for more. 

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Bakugou x reader Drabble (fluff)

Bakugou let out a soft grunt as he padded across the cool linoleum floor of your apartment. Reaching around and giving the small of his back a lazy scratch, a sharp puff of air escaped his nostrils as he skirted around your bed. Stepping over the fluffy black cat weaving between his ankles on the way to the balcony. With a gentle click Katsuke unlatched the door and slid it open, sparing a glance over his shoulder at your undisturbed form. Eyes shifting back down he clicked his tongue. Adding a scolding hiss —prodding your reluctant feline back inside with his foot, as he slipped through the crack in the glass door heaving it shut behind himself.

“Fuck,“ The words left his lips like steam leaving a tea kettle. Already the icy breath from your air-conditioned abode evaoprated into this unseemingly hot spring morning. Narrowed crimson eyes scanned the not so distant overpass, the continual thrum of traffic providing a constraint ambiance that some might consider “noise.”

You however found the wind skirting past sleek bodied vehicles, emergency sirens, and the occasional blare of a horn to be a reminder that you were not alone in this world. Seeing so many busy lives rushing by reminded you that each of those cars held a story, a tragity, a celebration. Bakugou mulled over the past explanation you had given him of this racket as he slipped back inside. Finding the brief life pause had left him more disgruntled than refreshed he slipped back through your heavy glass doorway. Running his fingers through disheveled blonde hair Katsuke took comfort in the short stride to your bed, whatever thickened murky mood that tried to cling to him wouldn’t stand a chance once he was in your embrace.

Peeling your covers back, corner of his lip twitching at the sight of your bare skin. Sheet tangled around your legs and hair a mess as you hugged a pillow to your face. Knees meeting the plush mattress Katsuke slid a large calloused hand over the slope of your back, savoring the smooth invitation of your flesh before slipping his fingers under the sheet and beginning to untangle you.

Allowing his hands to greedily stroke and cup your delicate flesh as he went, Bakugous heart rate slowed, breath returning to a sleepier cadence and an occasional grin or chuckle escaping his lips at your soft sleepy hums and mewls while he straightened the bed. Slipping at last under said covers with you, taking the sheets place he tangled his legs with yours. Burying his face against your neck, your fragrant tresses of soft hair pulling him closer to euphoria. With a peck on your shoulder Katsuke bid a “fuck off” to the thought of a productive day and wrapped his arms around you even tighter. The world was always busy, that damn freeway reminded him of that. So today he’d let them deal with the whole life thing as he endulged in his favorite pastime, you.

Intering With Ground Zero: Part 10

“It really is beautiful.” Your voice carried into the wind, nothing for it to bounce off of and come back to you. Lacing your fingers together you clasped your hands between your legs. Gazing down over the ledge you sat on, the occasional gentle tap of your heel on the side of the resort. Bakugou grunted in responce. Lounged back with his hands planted on the rooftop behind him as the two of you watched as the birds dance through the golden sky, disapearing into pastel clouds.

After the party you’d wanted to get away for a moment. Feeling a little overwhelmed, memories of an empty childhood fueling your distaste for holidays and birthday celebrations. Contrasting in such a full night, it left you feeling a bitter sweet bliss. Surrounded by loved ones, friends who had become family while overcominh dull memories of why this day had come to be nothing more than another day to you. It felt strange.

Still you took comfort in finding a quiet place to watch the sunset. Bakugou having wandered off himself to find you. The two of you sat primarily in silence, watching as in the distance Hugo plodded around below at the treeline, picking flowers as curious woodland animals scurried away at the walking mountain approaching.

“So you and Dunce-face eh?” Bakugou grumbled after time melted into nothing and the sun crept lower on the horizon. Shifting his focus from the trees to your profile. Eyes drinking in your glow, how your hair fell behind your ears, the way your nose swooped and your lips puckered when you were lost in thought. Feeling a strange pang in his chest as the words left his lips. Whilst still maintaining a cool and indifferent exterior.

“We had a moment I guess, he’s really sweet if you get him alone.” You explained with a shrug. Mimicking Bakugou’s lounged back position you turned to face him. Struck by how much the golden hour light brought out his eyes. Eyes that gave a hint at him perhaps not being so indifferent after all.

Taking a moment of silence Bakugou pulled back from the edge of the roof. Shifting he turned to face you. “So you want to be with him.” He moreso stated than asked, allowing a bit of a frown to etch into his features. Creace forming in his brow as the thought proved to piss him off a bit more than you’d have expected from…well your boss.

“I don’t know, maybe. I’m not looking to rush into anything but its nice to feel mushy with someone I guess.” You admitted, tilting your head to the side; attempting to get a better read on him.

“Tsk, well it doesn’t have to be with the first one who shows intrest.” Bakugou rasped. Muscles visibly tensing as he broke your gaze. Shifting back to sit cross legged and watch the horizon again.

“Duh, and he’s hardly the first to show intrest. I have a life outside the agency Bakugou, you know that right?” Suddenly feeling a bit defensive, and wanting his focus back you reached a hand over and turned his shoulder. Making him face you again.

“Do you? I wouldn’t know I guess. With you spending so many late nights in the office your practically live there.” Bakugou pressed. Keeping his positioning but allowing you to make him look at you yet again. Your retort falling on deaf ears as his quip hardly held importance to what was really on his mind.

“Hello? Earth to Bakugou?” Waving a hand in front of his face you quirked a brow when he failed to respond.

At this Bakugou drew in a deep breath, pulled himself up to his knee. Before you could comprehend what was happening he planted a hand on the ground next to your hip, placing the other on the back of your neck. His face brought close so quickly you only had a moment to flick your doe eyes from his red gaze down to his partially parted lips before he pressed them into yours.

Using the leverage of the hand tangled in your hair to press you even closer into the kiss. Parting his lips against yours as you melted into his assertive touch. Stomach swimming with an eruption of feelings, his smell wrapping around you. The taste of birthdsa cake still on his lips and tongue as he guided you into a deeper lip lock. Soon his other hand was gripping you hip. Traveling up your side until both hands held your cheeks, tilting your face up as he delved his tongue deeper into your mouth.

Knelt above your seated position as the last of the sunset melted from the sky. Leaving you bathing in the dusk, entangled with him, letting go being the farthest thing from your mind.

marriage officiant: do you, kirishima eijirou, take bakugou katsuki as your lawfully wedded husband?

kirishima:i do

marriage officiant: and do you, bakugou -

bakugou: fuck yea