teacher edition !

all might / toshinori yagi :
- is not a fan of chocolate ( he can eat it, but doesnt necessarily like it )
- uses his quirk at least once a day to pose infront of his mirror
- forgot his own birthday once and was surprised that others remembered ( he cried about that )

present mic / hizashi yamada :
- makes his own songs / cover songs
- lives off of coffee, because hes always super busy ( he has 3 jobs after all )
- has extra hair care, because of him always putting this much gel on his hair

eraserhead / aizawa shouta :
- wears glasses
- got confessed to in high school, but didnt know it was a confession so he just left ( poor girl,,,, )
- had a pet hamster called momo when he was little

mr. principal / nezu :
- is somehow related to aizawas pet hamster
- he has a personal therapist ( he has issues,,, )
- never finds his shoesize in the adults section

midnight / nemuri kayama :
- only chose her outfit and appearance to be this way, so she would get recognized more easily
- has at least once made her teachers fall asleep during class with her quirk
- got heartbroken many times,,,,

thirteen :
- often gets misgendered, because of her costume
- is considered scary when it comes to her quirk
- is super up-beat and likes j-pop culture

ectoplasm :
- super nerdy, even in his free time ( the usual math enjoyers )
- draws smiley faces on good tests
- has a good fashion style but fails to show it

( note : i really wanted to add thirteen and ectoplasm, because i really like them as character even though we didnt get to see a lot of them in the series ! really overlooked ! i lvoe them so much though !)

if anyone wants other headcanons, please request them !

-ann !!

Pairing:Bakugo x Reader. Suitable for Males, Females, Non Binary, all of them :D
Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Katsuki Bakugo, Izuku Midoriya, Minoru Mineta, Mezo Shoji, Koji Koda, Hanta Sero
Rating: Completely SFW

Dis is fluff about my angry boi. He deserves some love :,(

Ah Valentine’s Day…
The one day where you can shamelessly buy your crush some flowers or chocolates and they have to accept it. 
UA’s halls buzzed with glee and chittering from its students. You sat at your desk, doodling in your notebook as you waited for class to start. 
“Hey Y/N!” Denki’s head dips below your eyes, taking away your sight of the page that your pen made contact with. 
“Why hello there human taser.” You say with a smile. “What can I do ya for?”
“I just wanted to give you this.” He stated casually, pulling out a box of chocolates. 
You pout with thankful and joyful eyes. As if you had just seen a puppy. “Aww Kaminari.” 
“Don’t thank me, they’re actually from Kiri, he just got too nervous so I did it for him.” Your smile widens, the thought of nervous Kiri was one you found quite adorable. You lean further into your desk to look at Kiri who sat in the same row. 
“Thank you.” You mouth to him.
He blushes and mouths back. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” His lips curled into a contagious smile.
“Anyways… I got you this!” Denki whipped out a heart shaped card and slammed it on your desk excitedly. “Happy V day weirdo!” 
You laugh at him and pick up the card. “Thank you doofus.” You say as you lightly punch him in the arm. 

“Y/N!” You turn to see a joyous Midoriya. “Hey! How’s your Valentine’s so far?”
“Chocolates from Kiri, card from Denki, Koji picked me some flowers and Shoji kept Mineta as far away from everyone as possible. So pretty great!” You beam. 
“Wow! That’s awesome! Got a Valentine yet?”
“Nah,” You shrug, “I mean, I’ve gotten gifts but not really a Valentine specifically. What about you?”
“Few cards, nothing too special.” He laughs. “Beats nothing though.”
“That’s true.” As your eyes glance up you notice Bakugo heading towards the two of you. A frown plastered on his face with his hands shoved in his pockets. It’s not like a negative face on him was unusual, this one just seemed different in some sort of way. He slipped past in silence. “Hey, what about Bakugo? Has he gotten anything?” You ask as you peer back at him.
“Not that I know of. Kacchan never really liked Valentine’s Day.”
“Hm.” Your brows furrow.

7:34pm
You pace your room in thought, glancing over to the blood red rose that Sero left by your door.
Valentine’s Day made you smile. Made you feel loved and appreciated. 
You hands slip into your bottom drawer and pull out a small, rectangular box. You kick the drawer closed and hide the box in your jumper, slipping out of your room.

Your knuckles lightly knock on the wooden door that stood before your wandering eyes. It forcefully swung open exposing a grumpy Katsuki Bakugo. “What do you want?” He grunted as he eyed you off. 
“Just wanted to ask you somethin’.” You smile warmly. Your gentle eyes settling on his fiery ones. 
“Get it over with.” His tone never seemed to change from simply irritated. 
You hesitate, wondering whether or not you should just back out. “Well…” You unzip your jumper and pull out the box. “I got you this.” You place it in his hands as he raises an eyebrow. “I know you like spicy stuff so I got these really tasty–”
“Why?” He frowns again.
You inhale deeply. Probably at the sheer stupidity and cluelessness of this cutie. “I wanted to know… if you’d be my Valentine.” You release the breath that made home to your lungs. 
Bakugo was silent. It felt like hours had past as he just stood. Staring at you. “You’re serious aren’t you?”
“Of course.” You say firmly. You wanted him to know that you meant business. 
Silence once again. He sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” His reply taking you by complete surprise.
Your eyes lit up. “Great! No backing out now. Come with me, we’re watching a movie back at my dorm.” 
“What?! I never agreed to this!” He barked as you dragged him out of his room by his hand. 
“Too bad so sad. I said so.” You skip off down the hall, looking back every few seconds to make sure he was following.
Surely enough, even while dragging his feet, he was. Perhaps it was the night to finally tell him. You wanted him to be your Valentine for a while now. 
“Hey Y/N.”
“Hm?”
“Thanks. I guess.”

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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!!!

Word Count: 1.6K

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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Another Kiribati sketch!! I don’t think I’m gonna finish this one but I still wanted share.

More to come! Kirishima is my favorite character right now and I love the two of them so much!!

Bakugo: Lazy afternoons

“Here drink” Your favorite tumbler with ice cold water was put in front of you. “ I don’t want to hear any excuses.” You smile up at Katsuki making him blush slightly. “Just drink it or whatever.” He turned away from you and went back to playing his game. You loved spending time with Katsuki even if you didn’t always do things together it made you happy to just be around him. Your favorite blanket that he specially bought for you. The soft one that made you feel so warm with out over heating you. He always made sure you were okay while he played games. And it always made you happy to see him so excited to show you his heroic accomplishments.

“ Ha! You see that you losers! No match for me!” He turned around to you and you looked up to see the screen. “ Woah that’s so cool! You have a streak going!” You beamed up at him. He grinned, “Of course! Your boyfriend is the best these extras got nothing on me.” You definitely agreed.

Spending time like this was a favorite of you two. You went back to reading or drawing or whatever you were doing while he played games. Always checking in on each other and surprising each other with small pecks. Spending lazy afternoons together.

Random Bakugo HC

Bakugo knows you’re having a bad day. He’s waiting for you once you get home with all your favorite snacks and food. You have a nice dinner and he sets up the living room while your in the shower.

You come back clean with your pjs to a movie night set up in the living room. Fluffy pillows and soft blankets spread on the floor. Bakugo sets up your favorite movie while you have a self care day.

Favorite movie on, Bakugo painting your nails while he fed you your favorite snacks and mochi was EXACTLY what you needed. Even though he was a grump, and his usual self, he still made sure his Teddy Bear got nothing but the best.

The Itsy Bitsy Spider {Katsuki Bakugou x Reader}

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Blood, Assault

Summary: Your grumpy (and ridiculously attractive) neighbor helps you rid of the spider in your new apartment. Things grow from there.

Notes: fem!Reader, ProHero!Bakugou, Bakugou hates feelings

That’s it. You were moving out.

So what, that you just managed to unpack the last box in your new apartment? One look at that eight-legged… creature, and it was their apartment now. You weren’t trying to be dramatic, but spiders were the absolute bane of your existence.

This led to you shakily standing over the said arachnid, a large All Might mug trembling faintly in your hands. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck– FUCK!” You shrieked as the spider took a quick dart to its left. Nope. No way.

It had taken about an hour before the spider was successfully captive. Another hour to finally figure out what to do next. 

And now there you were, pacing back and forth in front of your neighbor’s front door, mumbling failed greetings to yourself like a desperate prayer.

“Hi, I’m– that’s not right. How about ‘I just moved in and–.’ God, I sound like an idiot.” Gathering all of your courage, you rapped three quick knocks on the front of the wood. The urge to bolt was suddenly very powerful.

“I swear to God, Shitty Hair, if you– Oh.” The door was suddenly swung open to reveal the most gorgeous person you had ever seen in your whole life. With biceps the size of your head, the man completely dwarfed you in size. He almost took up the entire space of the door, his spikey blond locks brushing the top the frame. Vermillion eyes stared at you cautiously as you forgot everything you were about to say. “The fuck you want?”

As you made no move to answer, the Greek god of a man pulled his lips into a scowl. 

“What are you, a fucking stalker or somethin’?”

That definitely brought you out of your reverence.

“W-What? No!”

A scoff left the man’s lips, and you suddenly wanted nothing more that to kick him straight in the jewels. However, you were on a mission. A mission to rid a tiny eight-eyed demon from your living room.

“There was a, uh…spider.” You slowly trailed off, waving weakly in the direction of your apartment across the hall.

 “A spider? Really?” The blond questioned condescendingly, rolling his stupidly-perfect crimson eyes.

A light flush brushed your cheeks in embarrassment as you stared down at your shoes. You were sure he was going to slam the door right in your face. But he didn’t.

The man brushed right past you, marching right though your open door– making sure to loudly mumble as many complaints as he could. You stumbled after the tall blond, failing to keep up with his abnormally long strides.

You watched in silence as he crouched by the downturned mug, raising a single perfectly-sculpted brow. However, your silence was quickly turned into a squeak of horror when your neighbor dumped the spider into his bare-hand. 

For a moment of absolute terror, you thought the stranger was going to throw it at you.

Wide-eyed, you watched as he pushed open the nearest window and placed the spider on the railing of your fire-escape. Having pushed the window back down, the man turned back to leave your apartment. As he walked past, he shoved the now (thankfully) empty mug to your chest.

“W-wait!”

He paused, sliding his crimson gaze to yours.

“M-My name is (Y/L/N)… (Y/L/N) (Y/N).”

You weren’t quite sure why you felt the need to give him your name. Maybe it was because he helped you when you were absolutely sure he wouldn’t. Or maybe how he decided to let the bug free instead of kill it. Maybe it was the amused huff he let out when he heard your terrified squeak. Perhaps it was all three. You didn’t know.

His striking red eyes suddenly raked your frame before a smirk settled confidently on his all-too-attractive lips.

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

~~~

“HOLD THE FUCKING DOOR!” 

You let out a squeak at the sudden yell, sticking the toe of your nude-colored pumps between the sliding elevator doors. A muscled arm wedged itself between the doors, pulling them back open.

“You.” You breathed as none other than your extremely hot neighbor was revealed. The blond was clad in a loose black V-neck and sweatpants– a large duffel bag thrown over his shoulder. His hair was slightly damp, as small beads of water dropped off the edge of his spikes every couple of seconds.

“Stalker.” He acknowledged with a grunt. The corner of Bakugou’s lips shot up at your protests.

The ride down to the lobby was relatively silent and slightly awkward. You kept switching your weight on both legs as you struggled to find something to say.

“The fuck you dressed so fancy for?” The explosive blond finally said. You couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief at the break in silence.

“I got a new job at All Might Bank!” You were pretty excited, as it was your first day. The bank itself was pretty fancy, and you were cheery that it was named after the old symbol of peace. All Might had been your favorite hero growing up but you grew out of your hero phase as you had gotten older. Nowadays you couldn’t tell one hero from the other.

You turned to Bakugou with a smile, content that he even cared about your life. It was quite a surprise when compared with the vibes he gave off.

“What about you?” You asked cheerily. 

“… Agency.” He grunted.

“Oh! Are you a model or something?” You knew it! There was no way that a man as attractive as Bakugou Katsuki was not the cover of every magazine. He was, just not for the reasons you thought. You watched in confusion as the explosive blond emitted a loud snort.

“Or something…”

DING!

You were almost sad as the elevator dinged, signaling the end of the ride. Although it was short, and mostly awkward, you found yourself enjoying his company. You walked side by side until you reached the doors to outside, pausing slightly when he went to part.

“Thank you.”

Bakugou froze at your expressed gratitude, studying your figure with renewed interest.

“You know… for the spider?” You seemed to lose all cognitive brain function when he looked at you with those frustratingly gorgeous vermillion eyes. Bakugou scoffed and turned away, muttering a quiet response. Little did you know that he was trying to hide a light blush.

“Whatever…”

~~~

You were happy to say that these shared elevator rides became a daily ritual, to the point where Bakugou started to bring you his delicious leftovers for your lunch (he made the meals especially for you, but would die before he ever admitted that). Before you knew it, you were quite smitten with the blond.

You couldn’t help but replay this morning’s occurrence in your head as you filed checking account after checking account.

 “Good morning, Bakugou-kun!” You called as you exited your apartment. You didn’t even have to look anymore. Bakugou had a habit of waiting for you outside your door to give you his most current dish. 

“Morning.” He grunted in response, hating the way his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes scanned over your form, (longer than considered friendly) as he checked your outfit. Bakugou always seemed to have some sort of fashion-ready advice on the tip of his tongue, and with you still thinking he was a model– you were more that happy to comply. And also for the fact that he really did have a good eye for it.

“Undo the top two buttons… you look like a nerd.”

Your eyes quickly flashed to your white button-up, pulling at the two buttons with one hand.

“Better?”

Bakugou only grunted in approval. He was trying to act like he wasn’t on the verge of kissing the ever-lasting life out of you.

~~~

“Hey, Newbie! Get me a coffee, will ya?” You were quickly pulled out of your daydream by one of your (slightly arrogant) bosses.

“Of course, sir.” You answered as you hurried to the other side of the bank. You’ve been at your new job (and apartment) for about a month, and they still won’t let up on the whole “newbie” stuff. 

You sighed as you waited by the coffee maker, situated right to the left of the big glass entrance. Oh, how you would have loved to pour that coffee right over your boss’ head. Too lost in your own head, you failed to notice the suspicious group of men heading straight for the vault until one of them grabbed your arm.

“What the fu–”

“EVERYBODY DOWN OR SHE DIES!” 

Oh shit! Oh fuck! Your mind was reeling at a million miles per hour. The man had pulled you to where your back was to his front, and had a blade pressed against your throat. It seemed to come out of the inside of his wrist, being a relatively deadly quirk if handled correctly.

Everyone within the pristine building froze but quickly dropped to the floor after some warning shots from one of the robbers. Another suddenly morphed into some sort of beast and marched to the steel vault door.

You suddenly wished that you had a more physical quirk, cursing it for being so useless in this situation. Yeah, you knew basic self-defense, but it would be futile with three other villains in your midst.

Minutes felt like hours, and you could only hope that someone had alerted the police and nearby heroes. You winced as the blade dug into the delicate skin of your throat.

A sudden explosion burst through the skylight of the building, raining glass shards on the hostages. All at once, people were screaming, running, and blast after blast started ringing in your ears. You let out a sigh of relief.

The heroes were here.

Using the distraction, you quickly gripped the man’s arm tight below the base of the blade. You pulled it away from your neck ever so slightly, ducking your head to pull yourself through the gateway you had created. Keeping your hands locked at the base of the robber’s wrist, you twisted his arm and shoved up– forcing it to pop from its socket.

A sudden bump to your shoulder from a running hostage caused you to slip up on your little self-defense sequence, allowing the man to break from your grip. He whipped around to face you, holding his dislocated arm. You panicked, so… you socked him in the face.

He let out an enraged cry, thick blood gushing from his nose. You were a bit surprised with how easy it was to land a hit on him. You thought that villains would have been more prepared before robbing a bank named after All Might.

Oh, well.

You punched him again in the nose for good measure, and he was out like a light. His hot red blood coated your knuckles, and you gagged in disgust. Ew. You wiped the back of your dominant hand on you button-up absentmindedly, before being shoved to the floor by your panicking boss. Wow. Your limbs felt like mush now that the adrenaline was wearing off, and you suddenly couldn’t find the strength to pick yourself off of the floor.

A final explosion went off, followed by the most desperate and wretched call you had ever heard in your entire life. And the call… sounded suspiciously like your name.

Your eyes shot up at the scream, searching frantically for the owner of that voice. You knew that voice, you only ever heard it in grunts and light-hearted mocking sentences, but you knew that voice.

“Katsuki.” You breathed, eyes suddenly locked on familiar crimson irises. 

Relief flooded his features as he saw you, and was at your side in seconds– dropping quickly to his knees. 

“Oh my god.” Bakugou breathed, grabbing your head and cradling it tight to his chest and– what the fuck was he wearing? Wait, there was no way… he was the explosion hero you saw on the news! Holy fuck!

“You scared the shit out of me! Do you know how terrified I was when I heard there was trouble at your work?! And you didn’t answer your goddamn phone? Jesus Christ, (Y/N).” Worried rambles fell rapidly out of Bakugou’s lips, seemingly void of any filter. You would have been ecstatic by his cute little worrying if your mind wasn’t reeling by the fact that your crush neighbor was one of the top ten heroes in Japan.

He suddenly grasped both sides of your face and pulled back so you were eye to eye.

“Are you hurt? I swear to God, if someone hurt you– I’ll fucking kill them.” Bakugou’s eyes were frantically scanning your face, looking for any sign of injury.

“…Katsuki?” You mumbled softly, and he immediately froze. He felt his heart lurch in his throat as his name tumbled from your lips. You, on the other hand, were completely, and utterly lost. “You’re a pro-hero?”

“….What?” Bakugou questioned dumbly. “You could have been seriously hurt and that’sthe first thing you think about?”

“What? I thought you were a model.” You whined, lightly smacking his chest.

At this, Bakugou let out a loud laugh, and you just watched in awe. You had never seen him laugh before. Even though half his face was smeared in black makeup and little injuries littered his skin– it was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your life. He pulled back to look at you, but suddenly froze.

“You’re hurt! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me?!” Bakugou shouted, spotting bright red stains on the front of your blouse. You quickly grabbed his hand, hoping to soothe his panicking.

“Hey, hey!” You yelped, gaining his attention. “It’s not mine.” 

You gestured over to the villain knocked out next to you.

“Holy shit.” Katsuki breathed, before turning his vermillion gaze back to yours. A quiet, amused huff escaped his lips. “So you’re afraid of a spider, but can knock out a villain?” He questioned teasingly.

A light blush covered your cheeks, causing you to force your eyes down. You suddenly noticed just how close you two were. You were situated about half way onto Bakugou’s lap, as one of his large hands softly held your waist. The other was still trapped between your own. This caused your blush to only darken.

“Hey, eyes up here.” Bakugou muttered, lifting his hand from your waist and to the base of your chin. You force your eyes back up to his, but couldn’t help but sneak a quick glance to his lips. However, Bakugou saw it, and that was all it took.

Bakugou crashed his lips onto yours, and you were quick to respond. You tangled your hands within his soft blond locks, allowing him to completely dominate the kiss. His hands held you tightly to his body, refusing to give even an inch of space between you two. He didn’t let go even as you pulled back for air, his lips chasing after yours.

Time seemed to stop while he was kissing you, and every one was distressed with the thought of losing you. It was soft and sweet, and then rough and desperate– the sweet smell of caramel, of Bakugou, invading all of your senses. 

You finally broke for air, breaths mingling shamelessly. Bakugou rested his forehead on yours, wanting nothing more than to never let you go.

“I’m so glad I found you, Stalker.”

Bonus:

A low whistle dragged out across bank, turning the couples’ gazes over to a certain hardening hero.

“SHITTY HAIR, I SWEAR TO–”

The End.

Notes:  This was my first imagine! I hope you guys liked it!

The police watching the final scene like: can we go home?

should i write a kiribaku coffee shop au??? is there a demand for those?? would people read it???

can we just talk about this scene for a minute??

like the rest of them knew when they made up the plan to save bakugo that the only one of them he would really be willing to listen to would be kirishima. they knew that he was the only one that bakugo fully respected out of them. if any other person had been the one offering their hand like that you know for a damn fact that bakugo would have been contemplating his pride for a moment before even attempting to jump up. but it was the fact that it was kirishima reaching out to him that made him decide so quickly.

this just really speaks volumes about the bond the two of them have in order for bakugo to swallow his pride totally and allow himself to be saved by them.

Day 4- Star Gazing ✨

Kacchako Week 2020

Day 3 Desserts

Kacchako Week 2020 ✨

Day 2 Royalty AU

Kacchako Week 2020

Day One - Villain Au

A little bit late but this is my first day of Kacchako Week 2020

Macadamia nut? Ain’t that, that one anime?

A Collector’s Course

I wasn’t going to post this here until after I finished chapter 1 but I have no self control so here you go. I’m writing this originally from Wattpad so if you wanna read it there, it’s gharlboro.

Tenya Iida x Reader

Prologue

“Collectors were around long before quirks were common. Once more quirks appeared, they were able to use their powers to the full extent. Collectors start out with a small carving anywhere on their body, typically on the right hip. The person they wish to steal the quirk from must come into contact with the carving or an open wound. The carving enlarges with every quirk collected. The more powerful the quirk, the larger the carving becomes. However, each quirk must be practiced to fit the Collector’s body, or else it will force their body into shock. Collectors have been said to be extinct but there is not enough information to support this.”-(Wiki 2001). So far I only have 2 others. The Siren’s Call and Lioness. With the Siren’s Call I can entrance anyone I choose to listen. This one is hard, I have to fit fighting styles to the lyrics I’m singing. Basically like writing a song, which I’m terrible at. To practice I must make sure I’m in complete solitude as to not hurt anyone and focus on what I wish to happen with every lyric. I can sing at decibels so low, others may not even hear me. I can control who I want to hear my voice. The Lioness is pretty simple, I can do anything a lion can without actually becoming one. Both of these I was born with from my mother and father. Neither of them were Collectors. I have yet to figure out how I became one.

“Honey, you have some mail from..uh..some Japanese High School.” High School? “Don’t you mean college, mom?” I asked her while walking into the kitchen. “Nope, it says High School.” She corrected, handing over the letter. “It’s probably some scam or what not.”

“U.A. High School. Musutafu, Japan. Please do NOT discard!”

“Yeah, thanks mom.” I hustled to my room ignoring the arched brow from her. What would U.A. want with me? I wonder if this was May’s doing. I’m gonna kill he- A projection erupted from the envelope once I finally ripped it opened. “Hello, I am the principal of Japan’s U.A. High School, Pro Hero Nezu. This is very unusual for us to ask but we wish for you to join our school. We have reviewed your records and your very heroic action this past school year, Ms. (L/N). Our school year has already started and we are willing to let you transfer on account of us. We shall pay all expenses for the move and provide a living quarters if needed. By the time you get this, one of our faculty members will be by to talk to your family. We really hope you take advantage of this opportunity, the world needs a hero like you, Ms. (L/N).”

And with that, it vanished.

U.A. wants me? But why? There’s no way they know of my Collecting Quirk. Do they..? No, this has to be about the shooting…

A light knock on my bedroom door interrupted my thoughts. Quickly shoving the U.A. envelope into my notebook and closing it, I answered the door. “Sweetie, there’s a man here to talk with us. About you..?” I couldn’t read her face. It wasn’t her usual cheery self. It was concern and..confusion? I bet it was the faculty member Principal Nezu mentioned. I followed down the short hallway to be met with my father speaking with, “Eraserhead?” This brought all the attention on me.

Oops, I didn’t mean to say that outloud.

He straightened at the sound of his hero name, definitely not expecting to hear that, and stood up only to bow back down. “I see you know who I am. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. (L/N).” The suited Eraserhead replied. I copied his greeting, “Please, Mr. Aizawa sir, just call me (Y/N). You guys are very punctual, I just opened the letter.” I smiled a bit. Cultural differences. Funny. “(Y/N). What’s going on?” Mr. Aizawa returned his attention back to my father, “Mr. (L/N), we understand the incident that happened at your daughter’s school may still be quite raw to all of you. However, her courage and outstanding strength showed great heroism and it caught the eye of U.A. High School’s higher ups and all of the Pro Hero’s. Even the Symbol of Peace himself says he wishes to meet you,” he exhaled just a bit from his nose, “as it was said in the letter, this is very unusual for our school. We ask that you join our student body and train to become a hero that you so much deserve to be. You will be joining after classes have started so you do have to work a bit harder to get on track. On behalf of U.A. and all of the other Pro Heroes, will you join us, Ms. (Y/N)?” Mr. Aizawa looked at me and widened his eyes with slight hesitance. He’s using his quirk on me?

My parents couldn’t see it

but his hair stood up just a..hare.

“Mr. Aizawa, to be completely honest with you, I had no interest in becoming a hero,” I crossed my arms. “Especially not a Pro,” I shifted my weight from one leg to the other. “But in that moment of adrenaline, I realized what needed to be done. And saved the lives of not just mindless people who only got up because they had to,” I wasn’t looking at him anymore, I was looking through him. Replaying that eventful day in my words, “but of friends. The future of society. And if it is alright with my parents, I will stay with my sister in Japan and attend U.A.” His hair fell.

For some reason, I felt a bit of tension.

“Oh honey! Of course you can go! We would never stand in the way of you!” My mother bombarded me with the straightjacket she calls a hug.

And just like that, I was known as the absurd transfer student from America.

I gotta call my sister.

AU Job

Katsuki x Soldier

Pro Hero AU (BkDk) BONUS

Full size of the magazine cover featuring Bakugou’s hot pic he doesn’t know where it came from…

Wanna read the comic? go HERE!

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They’re so cute *^*

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I’ve made it to the fourth season finally!! Damn—I was not mentally prepared for this show to be so good…