Don’t Wanna Go -Tamaki

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+You and the Big Three are invited to a party. Mirio and Nejiere were going and so were you. You were still trying to convince Tamaki though. Eventually you relent and go to leave. You didn’t mean for him to hear it but he heard you mutter, “I don’t wanna go without you.” He grows guilty before Mustering up the courage to show up.

I finished adjusting my (skirt/dress parts) and walked over to my boyfriend. He looked up from his tablet and Smiled at me. I twirled for him before holding out my hands in silent question.

“You look very cute, bunny.” He said sweetly. I bounced in glee before going over to him. He set his hand on my waist as I leant down to peck his lips. His fingers played with the accent pieces on my waist. “I hope you have fun tonight.”

“Thank you.” I said. I went to brush my hair out one last time. “Are you sure you won’t Come?” I sat down next to him. He poked down the sleeves of his sweater over his hands.

“No.” He shook his head. My shoulders slumped and a pout came across my face.

“Please?” I asked cutely. I saw the ghost of a smile but he shook his head again. I pouted more before laying my head in his lap. His fingers immediately found purchase in my hair.

“Sorry.” He said.

“No, don’t be.” I looked up at him. I cupped his cheek and rubbed my thumb over his cheek. “I know you don’t like big crowds. I won’t make you do something you don’t like.”

“Thank you bunny.” He pecked my forehead. He looked back at his tablet, pushing his hair behind his ear. “It’s getting close to time. You better get moving.”

“Okay. I’ll see you later. ” I got up and turned to kiss him. I went to pull away but he kept me in place. “Tama…” I giggled against his lips. He pulled away finally with a blush. I walked towards the door grabbing my shoes on the way.

“I’m sure you’ll have fun. Mirio and Nejire Will be there so you’ll still have company.”

“You’re right. I’ll see you afterwards.” I said waving. I turned to the door and silently sighed. “But I don’t want to go without you.” I mumbled.

3rd POV

Tamaki’s shoulders slumped as he heard the wards leave their lips. He knew they didn’t mean for him to hear it but he had. He sat there for a while feeling bad about this situation. He was taken out of his bubble by a text from Mirio.

They’re so cute but they’re missing you. Attached was a pic of you. You were talking with someone but he could see the small pout still present on your lips. Tamaki sighed before locking his phone. He didn’t text back but ran to his room to get changed.

He took in a shaky breath as he approached the party. He grip the Sleeves of his shirt as he walked in. Tamaki’s eyes darted around the crowded room searching for you and your other friends. He finally saw your (h/c) hair and slipped through the crowd.

Y/N’s POV

I laughed at the joke before holding my nose when the feeling of liquid coming out hit. Mirio laughed at me, nearly falling to the floor. I hit him in the chest to help before feeling arms wrap around me.

“Hey! What do you…” I stopped when I felt the person bury their head in between my shoulder blades. A smile came across my face and leant my head back against his. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, bu-bunny.” He muttered into my shirt. I set my hands over his. He lifted his head and reburied his face in my hair. Mirio finally stood up straight and looked back at me. His eyes widened in glee as he saw his best friend hiding behind me.

“Hey there Tama! Glad you could make it.” He said before turning back to the conversation. I could feel Tama relax a bit behind me at Mirio not making a big deal of his arrival. I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Hey there.” I whispered to him. He smiled and tightened his grip.

“Hi.” He stayed in close. I pecked his lips.

“I thought you didn’t want to come. What changed your mind?” I asked before my stomach dropped. I held his face. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no.” He smiled. “I just felt too bad. You really wanted me to come and…” He paused. “I heard you when you left the room. How you didn’t want to go without me…”

“Awe, Tama.” I smiled, relaxing. “That didn’t mom you had to come. I would have been fine.” I ran a hand through his hair. He hummed and leant into my hand.

“I know.” He opened his eyes. “Mirio also sent me a picture of you and I could see you were a little lonely.”

“He did, did he?” I shook my head in disbelief but sniced none the less. I kiss his nose. “Well I’m glad you’re here. Now let’s go get something to drink.”

We got drinks and came quickly. Tama seemed to be having a decent time. While still attached to me, he was talking to Nejiere. Mirio was on my other side. I waited for him to have a break in conversation before I smacked him in the back of the head.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed the sore spot, looking at me in betrayal.

“You know what that was for. I told you to leave him alone!” I chided. His expression morphed from betrayal to to cheeky shock.

“Well…” I hit him again. “Ow!” He yelped and covered his head to protect himself. “Sorry! But you have to admit he is enjoying himself. So, not sorry really.” He then disappeared through the wall.

“Seriously.” I groaned. Tama turned to me.

“What up bunny?” He asked.

“Just your ridiculous best friend. Drives me nuts.” He chuckled. He nuzzled his nose into my hair. I relaxed into him. He tucked my head under his chin. We just stood there for a while before I heard his stomach rumble. “Wanna bail and go get some food?”

“Please.” He said immediately. I laughed and grabbed his hand. We walked out and I shot a text to the blonde idiot letting him know.

“Hey Tama?” I spoke up after a bit of quiet walking.

“Yes bunny?”

“How about next time there’s a party, you try and convince me to stay instead of me trying to convince you to go?” He laughed and pulled me into his side more.

“I think I can do that, love.” He said. I smiled and joined in on laughing.

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Hi! If you cannot do this that is so okay, I know you said there’s not a guarantee on characters, but could you possibly do a Tensei Iida x reader? If not then totally disregard the following lol

Romantic/fluff, reader has a quirk called Photosynthesis that can make plants sentient and move at her will. Storyline follows the two before the Stain incident, where Tensei has a day off of hero duty and spends the day with the reader.

@tadahoni I hope you like it!! It took me a hot minute since I’ve never written for him. This turned out very cute & playful & I love it!!

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Day Off - Tensei Iida (Pre-Stain)

I groaned as I woke up. I blocked out the Sun out of my eyes before turning over. I arched my back, stretching out my stiff muscles until my back popped.

“Awe, that felt good.” I muttered. I laid back, relaxing my body. I started to doze off when I smelt food cooking. I shot up, holding the blanket to my chest. I finally remembered. “He’s home. It’s his day off!” I threw off the blankets, jumped from the bed, and threw on one of his shirts. I ran out the door and down the hall towards the Kitchen.

“Because you live and breathe. Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help.” I heard him singing softly as I approached.

“Tensei!” I exclaimed as I walked in. He turned to me with a big smile. He was shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on, Spatula in hand.

“Good morning sweetheart. Did you forget I had the day off?” I nodded before going over to hug him. He held me close to his chest and I breathed him in deep. He picked me up and set me down on the counter. “I know I work alot but…”

“Nope.” I placed a finger on his lips. “You have a responsibility as Ingenium and I understand. It’s okay.” He smiled before Kissing me. The sweet kiss turned into a slow make out session. He laughs against my lips.

“As much as I love this, baby. I don’t want to burn breakfast.”

“Mmm.” I whined, pulling him into a deep kiss before letting go. He backed up and my arms fell to my lap. He finished up the eggs. I looked up at the hanging planter. I stood up on the counter to get a good look at my herbs. I saw my parsley and waved my hand over it. The green haze fell from my hand and the plant grew. I plucked a couple pieces as Tensei spoke up.

“Alright, it’s all finished but could you…” I looked down at him and he was staring at me. I held out the parsley. “Yeah, that. Thank you.”

“Welcome.” I got down and sat at the bar. He set a plate in front of me before sitting down. We ate while making small talk.

“So what do we want to do today?” He asked while taking the dishes. I went to answer but was cut off by him groaning in pain. He grabbed his shoulder.

“Tensei?”

“It’s alright. I just had a run in with a villian with a nasty punch yesterday. So I’m a little sore.” He smiled back at me. 

“Alright, how about a hot bath first?” I cocked my head to the side.

“I could go for that.” He smirked.

A little while later after a long hot bath and a massage he plopped onto the couch. I laughed at his sprawled out position. I waved my hand and the plants by the window shut the curtains. He looked at them before looking back at me.

“I never thought I would have a house full of so many plants. But here we are.”

“And your brother complains about them being overgrown every time he comes over.” I comment. He laughed while opening his arms. I laid down on his chest.

“I try to tell him to relax but he’s so uptight. I have no clue where it comes from.” He shrugs.

“I can think of where. Plus, he is only trying work hard and live up to and be like his older brother. I could only imagine how he was when you told me when he got to be class president.” I said. “I love the kid but damn.”

“Tell me about it.” He chuckles before kissing my head. “But I love him too. And I am so God Damn proud of him. He’s doing so well.”

“Especially with what he and his classmates have already faced.” I added. “He’s going to be an amazing hero someday.”

“Yes.” We sat there in comfortable silence until he perked up. “Did you finish that book we were reading together?”

“No, I was waiting for you.”

“Awesome. Can you possibly… read it to me?” He asked shyly.

“What? Is the great Ingerion not able to read a book?”

“Of course I can!” He exclaimed. “I have a very high reading level, it’s just… I like it when you read to me. The sound of your voice soothes me.” He blushed. 

“Alright, cool guy. Let me just find…” I sat up and looked around for the book. I saw it on the top shelf of a bookshelf next to the TV. At the appearance of the green hue around my hand, the vine plant on top of the bookshelf grabbed the book for me. It stretched Across the room to give it to me.

“That always amazes me.” He said. I smiled before patting my lap. He moved and set his head in my lap.

We sat there as I read out loud. It was a long while before we moved from that spot. We moved on from the book to watching some TV. There were a couple lacy make outs mixed in here and there. Before we knew it, it was lunch time.

“Do you wanna order in?” He asked as he got up. I nodded. “What do you wa…” His phone began ringing. He looked at it and groaned.

“Go ahead.” I said as my phone went off too. It was a text from Hawks. “I gotta take of something too.” I called the birdman as he spoke with some of his sidekicks. Luckily, neither of the calls took long.

“I’m gonna order some (F/Food) . Is that okay?”

“Yeah! How about in the meantime… We make my mom’s famous brownie cookies for dessert?” His eyes widened in excitement.

“Yes!” He nodded before swiftly making the call. He pranced over into the kitchen.

“You sure you’re the Oldest?” I asked. He gave me a  glare before pulling out ingredients we needed. Baking with him is an adventure. There’s dancing, sampling, messes, and food fights. Let’s just say, when the food came, Tensei’s hair was more white than dark blue.

“He looked at me like I was crazy before I told him we were baking cookies.” I laughed as he set the take out containers down.

“Well you do have flour I mean, everywhere.” He brushed off his clothes while rolling his eyes.

“Who’s fault is that?” I bit my lip and darted my eyes around the room.

“Lilie’s.” I pointed to the Easter Lily in the corner.

“Yeah. Sure.” He came up behind me and took over panning the cookies. I let my arms drop and leant back into him. I turned my head and nuzzled into his neck. He hummed in delight before hugging me tight. “Thank you, Love.”

“For what?”

“You always make my days off amazing.” He said. “I’m always so relaxed and energized for the next day. It’s miraculous. I love you.” He nosed my cheek. I sighed and rubbed my thumbs over his hands.

“I love you too Tensei. I love doing this for you.” I turned and rubbed my nose against his before ghosting my lips over his. Our moment was interrupted by the sound of the oven. Tensei took the cookie sheet and put it in.

“How about we eat?” He asked. I nodded.

“You know, we should send some of the cookies to Tenya. He’s probably really stressed with school and I know how much he likes them.”

3rd POV

Tensei watched and listened to his partner talk about their worries for his brother, for him, and about other things that they were thinking about. He could listen to them talk all day. Hence him asking them to read to him earlier. As he admired them more, his mind went back to the little box he had hidden in the back of his drawers.

Maybe today’s the day… He thought to himself as he got a Kiss on the head. They’re attention made him forget, even for a moment, about the nasty, red eyed murderous villian that has plaguing the hero world.

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todoroki: what does “y/n” mean

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todoroki: [continues reading fanfic he found in deku’s room] “todoroki looked into todoroki’s beautiful eyes…”

Bakugou is most definitely secretly into fan fiction and has a AO3 account lmao

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Noise

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.

Leave it in The Past

Warnings: Non-con mentioned, torture, graffic content. 18+, Ruminating, self harm,

Part one here

Word count:2,010

Pairings: Dabi x reader

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Sweat drips down his body, each and every minute curve. The dimples in his lower back, the crevasses of his muscles. Your fingertips trace such curvatures with a delicate touch. Leaving his still closed lips to vibrate with a satisfied hum and his skin to twitch from the feather like tickle.

“You’re being sweet,” His rough voice groggy, eyes opening just enough to let the image of your sheer gown hanging from your curves, illuminated by the soft firelight from torches hung against the back wall.

“And you are tense and battle worn.” You explained with a gentle digging of your nails along the slope of his back.

“Same as every day, don’t think this is going to change anything.”

“It’s wont, I know that.” You mumbled against the back of his neck, slowly swinging a leg over his waist only to settle your weight against his bare skin. Leaning foreward at a lazy pace, breasts brushing over his skin, thin lace bringing goose flesh to life along with a suddle shiver across his back. Lips ghosting overhis neck once more as you laid slow and tender kisses along it’s nape.

A thin smile stretched across your features, wavering only slightly at a faint metallic sound. Your ministrations paused as the noise steadilh grew louder.

“Why’d you stop?” Dabi complained with a low grumble, unable to see the color drain from your face.

“No…” Your voice began to tremble, eyes glazed over you slid off of your lovers back stumbling blindly back your ankle twisted with a sharp crack. The moment you hit the ground Dabi was on his feet, twisted around on the bed he dove to your side taking your hand in his.

“Are you okay?” Dabi scoured your face with troubled eyes, taking it between his hands when your eyes didn’t follow, instead lookinh straight through him. Tears brimming in the corners.

“No, Dabi… Please- don’t let him take me!” Your trembling whisper clawed it’s way up your throat until it escaped your lips in a gurgling scream. Irises going white, you stumbled foreward on your knees, grasping at his warm chest, desperately clinging to his arms. Eyes pressed shut and forcing the tears to overflow, but instead of falling clear, to dabi’s horror- blood trickled down your face in their place.

“Y/n! What the fuck is happening to you? Don’t let who take you- y/n!” Dabi’s usually cool smooth voice grew in intensity. Pulling you into his arms he soon found his cries were falling on deaf ears as thin cracks formed on your lips, cheeks sinking in, bags forming under eyesockets and your hair falling disheveled over your bleeding eyes.

“Please…” Your voice was again small, grip slacking and head thumping against his chest. But instead of coming to a rest securly in his shoulder you fell right through him, hitting the ground and evaporating into a cloud of red mist.

Dabi awoke screaming, the rage bubbling throughout his entire being had activated his quirk. Flames engulfing his room in an arulian infirno. No longer on the floor beside his bed, coated in a fine mist of what he assumed to be your blood. The sweet smell of your perfume nothing but a distant memory replaced by smoke and charred bedspread. Sat upright Dabi clutched at the still smoldering mattress, struggling for breath as the dimly lit image of candle light and you faded from his senses. The only thing left a strange mumbling, overlapping whispers in a language he couldn’t quite understand but knew he had heard before.

–

“Have you ever relived a memory? It can feel quite real-”

Reaching across the counter at the small cluttered shop with one gloved hand Dabi took the merchant by the throat. Hood covering his greasy black locks and a bandana masking all but his eyes he drew in close. “This was no memory. She was there.”

“Yes… But you said it yourself, you woke up.” Coughing slightly as Dabi’s grip closed further around his throat the stout man forced a reassuring smile. “A-and you say she frequented this establishment?”

“Yes, now help or you die. I don’t have time for this.” Dabi drawled, squeezing the sides of the slimy little man’s throat one final time before dropping him back down to his height of four foot nothing. Taking a step back Dabi began to pace the dark shop. Lit by the black flame of a single candle floating mid air above the merchants head, he drew his hands through his hair, allowing the hood to fall back as he wrung his fingers through his tresses.

“Well… If it’s as you say then it’s… Feasible that-” The words caught in the little man’s throat.

“Well? Spit it out frog before I lose my temper for real this time.” Dabi warned, shooting the stout mucus-y man a sideways glance.

“She may have Astral projected herself into your mind.” The green skinned man twisted his hands nervously as he spoke, an occasional flick of his tongue moistened his thin lips. A wandering eyeball punctuated his inhuman aperance.

“How? She doesn’t have a quirk.” Dabi took a step closer, heavy boots thumping against the old hardwood floor and reminding the clerk what size difference the two had between them.

“N-not necessarily. Especially if she f-frequented apothecaries or other such places. Some people have an…essence, it requires training, schooling, and often rituals. You’re sure she was bleeding from her eyes?” Finishing with a small sniff the squat toad like man gnawed at his lip.

“Yes… Does that mean something important?” Dabi leaned against the counter top, blue eyes boring into the top of the merchants bald head.

“Well it’s possible… Without ingredients she-” Hesitating the clerk took a step back.

“She what?” Dabi pressed, smoke beginning to rise from his gloved fingertips.“

"It’s possible she sanctified her own eyes to travel through yours.”

–

Have you ever heard a cry so ghastly and broken, that you just knew that the being it came from was being ripped in two? A birthing mother made such sounds, as the inner most sensative part of her body ripped open pushing another creature into this world. Before modern medicine, before quirks, the woman was at a very real risk of dying in the process. With new life we lose old.

Behind those towering wooden doors such cries erupted, yet anyone who scuttled past… eyes cast down and heart thundering in their bosom, knew that no miricles of life were coming to replace the agony within.

Hushed whispers were exchanged as inhuman creatures rushed by, toting dishes, torches, soiled rags. The covelstone underfoot clacking as their hooked and clawed feet tapped over its cool surface.

“Please…” Your voice was thick, husky. Cheeks heavy with pooling blood. No matter how many times you spit it seemed your mouth would never empty.

“Ahhh, but I’ve only ruined you once tonight. I think I’ll take my time with the next round.” That godforsaken voice… Why him? … You thought you’d warded yourself.

“No…” Still his figure lumbered over you, winding back a hand and letting it crack against your cheek he chuckled. Unaware that your uttering was from a sickening realization, not from protest to his vows.

“I think I’ll fuck the other socket now. How kind of you to give me two more holes.”

Before you- somewhere there was still that crude stone bowl. The unspeakable things you had to do through a crack in your wall, one of those goblin like guards had brought it to you after weeks of begging, sexual favors, and not knowing if you’d ever get what he promised you. At last ruminating his fowl seed was what had done the trick. Apparently seeing you choke and regurgitate his semen had stuck a chord within his sick twisted heart, forcing you to lick your mess back up, however soul crushing it had been, earned you your trip to Dabi’s dreams.

The guards were used to the screams…how were they to know that instead of being raped again, you were digging your thumbs into your own eyesocket and ripping the eyeballs out one by one?

In between screams mumbling an incantation, nude body covered in your own filth, rocking back and forth on your knees as you crushed the still warm spheres into a fine paste along with powdered rat bone, seminal fluid of your attacker, and tears of the unwilling. You had lost all sense of time but still you knew it was weeks, if not months before you had all that you needed to preform the ritual.

Drinking the concoction made you nostalgic for the goblish man’s regurgitated climax, but it had done the trick.

Your mind vacated your body, pausing to watch as it slumped against the floor convulsing and foaming at the mouth. Streams of blood pooling down your neck, your slacked jaw revealing small fleshy chunks of eyeball which did not quite make it all the way down your throat.

Your visit to Dabi’s dream happened so fast it left your head spinning, or maybe that was the excruciating pain as your rapist pounded his arousal into your skull. Mumbling under his breath, hands burning against your cheeks as his spell work prevented you from escaping your torture through death.

The ward… The night of the kiss… The realization.

The protection you sealed upon yourself in the thrawls of passion with a man dedicated to only you. Broken when you broke your oath to be loyal to him and only him. But it was just a kiss…

A kiss was enough.

–

“-well no, fortunately for you. You’re not in the position of your witch. She would easily come by the ingredients in her current perdiciment from the sounds of it. Here however, we have everything we need besides one thing.” Dibble, the name which Dabi discovered the shop keep went by explained with a nervous grin. Hobbling into the back as Dabi followed. Maneuvering through narrow hallways flanked by ceiling height shelving, somehow though no lights could be seen the spotlight provided by the black flame candle seemed to follow the pair.

Filled to the brim with just about any odity you could imagine Dabi glanced along the ever stretching bookcases whilst Dibble gathered odds and ends as he went.

“Yeah? And what do we need that this place doesn’t have?” Dabi pressed as he followed along, suprised at the speed of which the crouchy little man moved almost as much as he was that there could possibly be something missing from these seemingly endless shelves.

“We will need your ejaculent. Here’s a jar- if you need assistance there are magazines in the bathro-”

Yanking the glass out of Dibbles slimy grasp Dabi glowered down at the smiling nervous man. “Of fucking course you do.” Cursed the whole way to the shabby looking wooden door the sniveling little puke pointed at.

“Yes well in order to link you to your witch the siminal fluid of of loyal to only her will be necessary.” Dibble chimed in, his croaking voice somehow more irritating the less scared it became.

“What do you mean loyal to only her?” Dabi questioned, haulting with a hand holding the bathroom door ajar. Suddently the image of that woman flashed into his mind, the scared look on her face with his hand around her throat.

“Well from what I’ve learned to shroud herself from the one which hold her now she would have had to preform a binding ritual. Make consume a potion, make love on a blood moon with her devotee. Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” Dibbles voice slowed, inching nearer his smile fell and worry overtook his face. “You… Haven’t…oh dear… You haven’t been with another have you?”

“You’re telling me, if I have then what? You won’t help? She’s fucked?” Dabi questioned cautiously, eyes narrowing.

“Yes… Well without this purity…you’d likely end up lost, instead of finding your way to your witch you’d end up roaming the astral plane with no way back.”

Drunk Texts

Pairings: Bakugou x Reader

Warnings:Smutt

Word Count:1,505

A ping rang from the speakers on your phone, drop down banner stating “Your Uber Driver has arrived.” Rolling yourself out of bed you jogged to the door, slipping your boots on and snatching your keys off the hook before slipping out of your apartment. A girl’s night out, you were the advocate for “Don’t fucking drink and drive.” Thus even if you didn’t plan on drinking much. The decision possibly influenced by one too many hungover mornings after and trips to get your car. You took an Uber.

Bouncing down the cement stairwell you slipped out of the tall glass doorway of you building and to the idling car beyond. A breif greeting given and your focus shifting to your phone as the driver set off.

Drinking, dancing, laughing.

Next bar

Shots, karaoke, flirting.

Next bar

The guys at the end of the bar buy you drinks, you repay them by getting a little too close. Your friends pull you away.

Next bar

Drinks, bumping, grinding.

Next bar

Your blood alcohol level was teetering on the brim of dangerous, you hugged the toilet as your friends held you hair and kept the bathroom empty to give you privacy.

Last call

In a herd the group of drunk chicks made their way down the street. Shivering, complaining that you didn’t bring jackets. The unanimouse decision of who was the most sober deemed which girl would be leading the way. With a long pause and a hummed. “I feel like it’s that way.”

Cursing and arguing with another friend who had the wonderful habit of trying to get on the car with any stranger when she was drunk. Always with some off the wall excuse as to why he wasn’t a rapist. “He drives a Kia, okay, he’s a nice guy.”

The one friend who remembered to bring a sweater and the two who were huddled up to her begging for a turn to be warm. “Let me just put a sleeve in!” It was truly a mirical the bunch of you made it to where you were going in one piece.

24 hour diners were a god send at this hour, and the workers were accustomed to their customers at this time of night coming from the bars as they closed down. Doing your best to stay quiet and not be total assholes your friends ordered food and spent the next few hours talking and laughing as you attempted to sober up. Still knowing full well you were all too drunk to drive you began ordering your rides home with a push of a button.

“Your Uber has arrived.”

“Alright ladies, it’s been real. I’m out, remeber to check the make and model and don’t just get in cars with strange men Jennifer.” You added pointing a finger at the girl.

Slipping out to the cold autumn night you saw the black suv waiting in front of the diner, exhaust billowing into the night sky like a dragons breath.

–

Wandering hands, nails digging into his thigh.

“You’re drunk.”

Whining and slumping back, crossed arms, legs spread your skirt rides up dangerously high.

“If you don’t behave I’m going to make you”

Rolling to face him, elbows hitting his middle console. Puppy eyes gazing up at him as your fingertips dance over dark denim jeans. Pressing in you press and drag you palm against his crotch.

“You asked for it. Don’t forget that.”

Peeling off the road, shifting gears, emergency break pulled. Staring dangerously from behind his oily black locks, intent arulian gaze scanning your face. Trailing down to your breasts and your crotch that was practically on display for him. “Well? What’s the hold up? So fucking ready to grope me while I’m driving. Not so much now Eh?”

Wincing at the harsh edge to his voice you shifted, pulling down your skirt in an attempt to regain some modesty.

“Tsk, nope. Don’t think so. Lap, now.” Your driver ordered, capturing your wrist in large rough hands he dragged you towards the drive side. Relentless in his squeezing until you were scrambling through your drunkness to get it his lap.

At last facing him with the steering wheel digging into your lower back, you felt your heart thunder as you stared down at the handsome man’s pissed off face. “You’re pathetic, really what would you do if I wasn’t a nice guy?” He growled, grip tightening around your wrists when you began to look away. “Go on then, back in your seat if you’ve gone and changed your mind.”

Shamefully you scrambled back across to your side of the car, buckling yourself in and sitting in silence as your driver shifted into gear. Slowly pulling back onto the freeway, the silence making your brain itch the rest of the ride. “Thank you,” You mumbled while stepping out of the car and avoiding eye contact.

–

“I wasn’t that drunk,” You pressed with a reassuring smile. As you left your appartment you took the last few steps in reverse, raising your first two fingers to your temple. Tapping knowingly on the side of your head. “It’s all up here, don’t worry so much I’m a big girl.”

–

Bakugou’s voice had yet to break the monotone silence of white noise his fan provided him to sleep in when his internal clock brought him to life. Pushing groggily off the bed Katsuki blinked away the sleep in his eyes, scanning the bed then the night stand for his phone. He had recalled it going off in the middle of the night and chucking it somewhere…there. With a grunt Bakugou heaved himself to his feet and stomped across his bedroom floor, scooping up the sleek device from his laundry basket. “Now who the fuck blew up my phone at 3am?” Bakugou rasped powering the cell back up.

Clicking his tongue he opened a flood of messages from none other than y/n. Wasn’t she Kirashima’s side kick? “Holy fuck, what did I miss?” Bakugou choked on his next breath as along with several poorly typed out messages there were a slew of… Well risqué pictures.

Running a hand through his disheveled blonde locks Bakugou felt the corner of his mouth twitch, accompanied by a slight tent growing in his boxers. Lazily padding back to his bedside he kept his still half lidded crimson gaze glued to his screen. Sure he’d seen you before, but never like this.

The first message was something along the lines of “I hope you don’t mind, I got your number from Kirashima.”

Followed by an all caps OH MY GOD I DIDN’T SEND THAT MY ASSHOLE FRIEND DID.

With a sharp puff of air escaping his nose Bakugou chuckled, loosening the drawstring to his sweatpants as he read on. It became quickly evident that your friends were the ones staring this mess, but Katsuki was hardly complaining. A low groan crawled up his throat as he got to the first photo. Clicking to enlarge it the picture filled up his screen. Bright blues and reds, club lights illuminating you and that tight little dress that barely covered your ass. You were dancing, drink in your hand and grinding against another girl.

“Fuck, okay…”

Clicking back to the messages Bakugou scooted back onto his mattress. Propping himself up against his headboard he lazily trailed his fingertips over his bare abs, dipping them below his waistband as he scrolled on. Various club photos, you were blissfully unaware of your picture being taken as you danced with your friends. Pausing to wrap his hand around his aching…problem when your head was cranked back and your tongue lolling out as someone unseen squirted a shot straight into your mouth.

Grunting Bakugou took in a slow steadying breath, continuing on he skimmed over some dirty messages obviously not sent by you until he got to your drunken apology. Smirking at your misspelt rambling, pausing on the last photo sent and the only one sent by you. You were stripped, but a lavender sheet covered your assets… Still the contour gave him insight on just what you might look like without that damned rag in the way.

Clicking his tongue and slowly pumping along his shaft Bakugou sent a text of his own.

“Glad you made it home safe dumb ass. Thanks for the eye candy.”

–

“Not that drunk huh?” Jen giggled as she peered over your shoulder as a black aura practically engulfed you. Hiding your face on your fondled arms you whimpered in embarrassment.

“Everything okay over there y/n?” Kirashima stepped up behind the two of you attempting to get an idea on why you suddently headbutted your desk.

Yelping you straightened up, clicking your phone off and whiping around to see your boss. “Uh, yes, sorry, everything’s fine!”

Quirking a brow Kirashima forced a smile and shrugged. “Whatever you girls say,” before continuing onward. Checking his own phone as a text from Bakugou came through.

“Hey, what’s the deal with that new sidekick of yours?”

mysticalaxolotyl:

Master List

To try and keep this as concise as possible for the series since I don’t want to double up in different categories, here’s the key for notible content.

That’s not to say there isn’t fluffy/etc stuff in the others, but if it’s marked there are one or more scenes focused mainly on said catagory.

Smutt

Lemon

Fluff

Interning With Ground Zero 

• Interning With Ground Zero
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 2
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 3
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 4: His New Sidekick
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 5: Vacation
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 6: Need A Place to Sleep
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 7: Pride
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 8: Crush?
• Interning With Ground Zero Part 9: Suprise

Blind Date

• Todoroki x Reader a Dinner for Two
• Last Night Was A Mistake
• Back to Work
• Grappling with Todoroki

Courageous

• Courageous
• Courageous Part 2
• Courageous Part 3
• Courageous Part 4
• Courageous Part 5
• Courageous Part 6
• Courageous Part 7

Memory (complete)

• She Was a Memory
• Memory Part 2
• Memory Part 3

Kinktober

• Day One: Lovers
• Day Two: Hush
• Day Three: Boyfriend Bakugou
• Day Four: Roomates

Abduction

• Prologue

Leave it in The Past

• Part one: Ask

Smutt/Lemon

• Bakugou Get Us Drinks!
• It’s Just a Training Session- I promise!
• It’s All Business
• Bakugou x Reader: Upperclassmen
• Seven Minutes
• Road Trip
• Study Break
• Jailbird
• Concert
• Paparazzi

Headcanon/Imagines

• Bakugou Imagines: Expecting a baby
• Texts from Bakugou: Hugs
• Texts from Bakugou: Fish
• Texts from Bakugou: Drunk
• Texts from Bakugo: Need Anything?
• Texts from Bakugou: I’m great at plans
• Texts from Bakugou: I like you moron
• Bnha Halloween
• Zodiac
• Threats
• Threats part 2
• Water
• Dead
• Abuse
• Boom

Fluff

• Friendship Fall outs
• Bakugo x Reader: School Dance
• Tutor Bakugou
• Meet the Bakugous
• Chapstick
• My Hero
• Shout It From The Rooftops
• Shot Through The Heart
• The Exam
• Between a Rock and a Hard Place
• Feathers
• The Way You Look Tonight
• Gym Rat
• Crush
• Soft Moments
• Strangers
• Sibling Rivalries

Angst

• What Do You Call That Then? Pregnancy
• Sick Twisted Pleasure
• Mental Institute

Misc

• My Hero Academia x Pokémon Trainer Reader
• Bakugou Get Us Drinks! Extended Ending
• Common Room Chaos

Anime Masterlist

masterlist guide: 

smut= // fluff=✨ // angst= // favorite=

OTHER MASTERLIST

<My Hero Academia>

Bakugo:

• A Challenge✨

Shinsou:

• Bittersweet Trickster ✨

–

<Haikyuu>

Akaashi:

• Jersey✨
• Fading Love (ft. Kuroo)✨

Tsukishima:

• And More

Sugawara:

• Spoil Me

Them: “Reading 3 hours per week is pretty much.”

Me: *sweats nervously and closes fanfiction tab*: “what do you mean ‘per week?’

Gemini Syndrome - ProHero! Bakugou x ProHero!Reader Pt.2

Link to previous chapter: here

Synopsis: Bakugou built his agency from the ground up with dozens of heroes beneath his name. However, he just can’t seem to get a leg up on Deku and Todoroki in the top 3 hero ranking. His PR team suggests he compete on a new competition show to raise his public approval as it has been working for other pros. Bakugou rushes into it blinded by the promise of success to only find out it’s the Masked Singer: All Heroes Season and his work crush happens to be one of the judges.

AN: In a manic state, I somehow wrote another chapter?? I’ve never been so inspired for something. Thank you to everyone who has read so far. I know the concept is a bit strange, but its such a fun idea. I’ve had lots of fun researching songs for this so I hope you like which ones I pick LOL. This story is also cross posted on AO3 so please give it some love there too! The song referenced for Bakugou’s performance is linked below for your convenience! (Hopefully it doesn’t get taken down again LOL)

His ass dropped to the floor with a thud, unceremoniously tripping over his own feet trying to do a ball change. Keeping up wasn’t the problem. No, it was getting his limbs to cooperate to look somewhat presentable and on time with the beat. It wasn’t like they picked a particularly difficult song either, he just never danced in his life. People likened his aerial battles to those of a dance, but this was far from the actual thing. Bakugou felt like wrestling down a villain going two hundred miles an hour would be easier than this truthfully. Naoki and Kenji helped his hulking figure up from the polished floor. It had been three days since he arrived and he hated to admit that this may have been more than he bargained for. However he did have a strategy thanks to the three currently helping him nail his routine. 

Due to the gravelly nature of his voice he was going to pick songs that he could safely sing within his lower range. Ren had mentioned that this played perfectly into the dangerous bad boy vibe that she wanted him to portray. Bakugou was admittedly a bit off put by this plan of attack. Sure he could flirt and tease, but it wasn’t something he could turn on and off at will. Naoki assured him it would all flow out once he was on stage, apparently the adrenaline of the lights and applause would be all he needed. He didn’t want to shy away from choreography since he understood that just standing there would only get him so far. Ren worked with him patiently while he committed the moves and counts to memory. They were going for weighted, dramatic movements to compliment his music choice. Naoki suggested he start off strong since the first round of eliminations were always the hardest since there would be ten contestants to start off with. It was integral that he stand out and never assume that the others can’t sing or dance better.

“We always get heavy hitters and secret singers. Last season was quite the close call. People who professionally sing were beat out by tv hosts or comedians. So if you make it in the first round, you’re guaranteed to stay for the next two episodes since you will be matched up against with whoever made the cut on the second episode.” Naoki said while rewinding the track. 

This made Bakugou way more fired up instead of discouraging him. Oh yeah? He will just have to be better and put two hundred percent in his performance. He had to admit he was actually kinda getting into it more than he thought. They said the anonymity makes you do things you normally wouldn’t and they were right. He found himself loosening and his usually tense demeanor transformed into a flirtatious, smart mouth. You were buying whatever he was selling.

“Hey! Straighten those arms! No noodle arms remember?” Ren barked while moving along with him as they ran the song again.

“Tch.” He straightened his arms. Well most of the time you would buy what he was selling. The ending part of the performance was proving to be a little difficult for him, but he was improving at a steady pace.

The song he chose for his debut was a bit…risqué for his taste. Bakugou was used to his looks doing the talking. He didn’t need anyone to tell him he was hot. Combined with being a pro hero? Women were in no short supply, or that’s what his many fan clubs have said. But again, he never cared much, preferring to take the ego boost and move on. This song though put him in the position that he had to ooze sex appeal without anyone knowing a thing about him. Effort, basically. The song was breathy and originally sung in a voice similar to his, so he had to thank the trio for finding it. He had been practicing in his hotel room diligently, always referring to the notes the sound design guy and Ren gave him to improve. His breath control was stellar, it was expressing emotion and being totally consumed in the fantasy that was proving to be a bit difficult. On patrol, it was easy to give in to his hero instincts, but with music he found himself overthinking more than he should. He had three more days to prepare until the actual taping. The episode would air four days afterward while he was work. No one would suspect a thing back home. 

The doors of the practice studio burst open yanking him out of his thoughts. In the reflection of the mirror in front of him a familiar head of red hair materialized.

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

“Take five everyone!” Ren clapped before jogging over to Kirishima who waited for her at the door. They began to chat about something, the red head held a binder that he kept pointing to. Bakugou slowly made his way to the benches in the corner of the room in an attempt not to draw attention to himself. He was starting to be thankful for the dumb mask. 

Why is shitty hair also here?! He started to bounce his leg in anxiety like he always did which caught the attention of Kenji. Ever the so quiet one he spoke up for once.

“Something wrong?”

“Him.” Bakugou flicked his head towards Kirishima, “Who is that?”

Kenji’s sleepy eyes followed the motion to look at Kirishima and Ren talking on the other side of the room. He opened the water bottle in his hands and answered before taking a sip, “The host. It’s an all heroes season so the host should be one too. He was voted to be the host in an online poll.”

Bakugou was mentally screaming and punching the air. If Shitty Hair was here… did that mean there are other people he might know here as well? What if Deku and Todoroki had the same idea as he? This would be perfect to cement their spots in the top three. 

Deku would be number one, his subconscious whispered to him like a threat. His eyes narrowed and his leg stopped moving. That does it, he was going to win. It wasn’t an if or a maybe anymore. He was going to win even if it killed him. There was no way he was gonna let Deku or Icy Hot beat him at singing. He’s pretty sure they couldn’t sing either based on his fuzzy memories of karaoke in the few times Denki and Kirishima have dragged him to the bars. His grip tightened on the bench ledge and only loosened when the double doors echoed shut again, Kirishima no where to be seen again.

“Alright sorry for the small delay. You ready?” Ren bounded over to the group of men. Bakugou rose with adrenaline running through his veins. 

“Hell yeah, I’m winning this shitty thing.” 

You sighed while sitting in your obscenely large dressing room. Your nerves were starting to get the best of you again. You haven’t been on TV as a judge before and sure as hell not on your favorite show. You had tweeted out about two months ago that you wouldn’t have minded being a judge on The Masked Singer. You were in a goofy mood and didn’t think twice about it. Imagine your surprise when you woke up to an email from the production team asking if you wanted to judge. You can only assume that your followers had tagged the show’s official account to your tweet and they felt like it would be a good idea for an all heroes season. 

You sat in the top thirty heroes of all of Japan, nothing amazing but impressive in its own right considering the sheer amount of heroes there are to compete with. You had joined Bakugou’s agency as a hail mary, your last ditch effort to live the life you wanted before giving up to become just a regular civilian. Mina really did you that solid and you mentally noted to properly thank her later even though its been three years already. His fame and tight ship shaped you into more refined hero. You had no one to thank but Bakugou for changing your life. You weren’t put off by his attitude, if anything, you found it a bit endearing. He clearly struggled with expressing himself and as much as he complained about his friends he would lay his life down to protect them. 

So at the company Christmas party two years ago, you had the lovely opportunity to be assigned his highness Lord Explosion for Secret Santa. You were flat broke from your move so you brainstormed an idea to knit him an orange and black infinity scarf. The finished product was in fact, janky, but when you offered to take it back when he opened it he refused. He insisted that it was made for him so he was going to keep it. You had caught him using it in the winter months and it brought a warmth to your heart. Since then you would bug him in his office as a guise to keep him company and he would always assign you to assist him in rescue missions thanks to your quirk. 

You smiled fondly as you opened your phone and texted the blonde man in question. His contact photo was an off guard picture of him on the train ride home from a mission you promised you had deleted ages ago. You couldn’t part with it, he seemed so angelically pissed off at nothing at all. The clear shot of his mask pushing his bangs out of the way was beyond cute. 

To: Mr Boss Man

I’ll be filming in like an hour! You better watch every episode since I’ll be quizzing you! 

You set you phone down at the sound of hair and makeup at the door. Now it was time forget about hot bosses and become hot yourself. The team promptly came in and got to work on making you camera ready. You selected something a bit more out of you comfort zone for your first time as a judge: a pleather structured black dress with matching strappy platform heels. You were always a fan of the more devilish aesthetics and wanted to display that side of you for those who would be watching. The make up team sculpted you hair into an effortless looking updo, letting strategic hairs fall and frame your face and neck. One of the women doing your eye make up piped up suddenly from the small talk you all had been making. 

“I heard from the stage crew that some of the top ten are here for the show.”

A voice spoke up from behind your head, meticulously pinning your hair into place, “Does that mean that Deku might be here? Gosh I hope he is.”

Your makeup artist paused to put a faux faint hand to her forehead and sighed happily, “God, I hope that’s the case. Did you see his cover for Vogue? I almost bought every copy in the grocery store.”

Your right side continued to put on your dangly earrings but hopped in on the action as well, “I’m more interested to see if Pro Hero Shoto is here. I don’t think I even care if he can sing or not. He could freeze me right now and I would thank him.”

Your laughter interrupted the conversation. All you could think about is how these guys would react if they could hear what was being said since you had worked with both men before. Midoriya was a total dork and Todoroki barely knew what was going on half the time. The women looked at each other and exchanged knowing grins. 

“So, (y/n)… Any hero in particular that you’d hope would be here?” the woman currently doing your eyebrows asked. 

“Not really no. I’m just more excited about the fact that I’m here to be honest. This is my favorite show since it aired so it feels like a dream!” You answered somewhat truthfully. 

“Oh really?”, your hairstylist drawled out placing the final pin in your hair, “Not even a certain loud someone? Seems like you’re a fan of your boss, Dynamight.”

Your eyes immediately cut to her in the mirror. What was she playing at? She pointed the rat tail comb in her hand at your phone that had lit up with a message back from the man in question. Luckily your phone was set to hide the message on the lock screen, but not the sender. You bit the inside of your cheek, of course you thought about Bakugou being in the line up. You knew damn well he would never agree to something like this. Your boss took risks, relished in it even, but he didn’t give things like this the time of day. 

“If you must know, no I do not. As much money as I would pay to see that happen, I know with my entire chest that Dynamight would never agree to this. He barely likes taking pictures or using his socials.” The women groaned in dissatisfaction, obviously hoping to have you join in on the fun. The ladies left you alone to get into your outfit shortly after. You gave yourself the once over after zipping yourself into the dress.

“Dammit I look good! Oh right! Bakugou messaged me back.” You muttered to the empty room and unlocked your phone to your discarded conversation. 

From: Mr Boss Man

Good luck. I bet I’ll know more than you. 

You rolled your eyes and sent a tongue out emoji before shoving the device in your dress pocket. As if he would, he barely knew the difference between Kirishima and TetsuTetsu on a good day. There was a knock at your door, the booming voice of one of the stage hands letting you know it was time to get onto set. You gave yourself a last once over before heading out in the corridors escorted by the stage hand and PA. They hooked a mic up to your dress and escorted you up the steps to the elevated judges table high up above the crowd. You marveled at the stage before you that you had only seen on tv. It was massive! There were two entrances/exits out the mouths of massive theatrical masks that lead into the wing where the contestants stayed. A large screen sat in-between the two exits, the show’s logo was projected up on the screen animating on and off. Your gawking was interrupted by the sound of your name being screamed down below. You looked down to see the live audience down below trying to get your attention. You laughed and waved back at them, nearly forgetting they would be there. 

“(Y/N)!”

Your eyes met a pair of black scleras and pink skin, “Mina! Oh my god I didn’t know you were judging too?”

Mina shuffled out the way in a turquoise satin dress to reveal ChargeBolt and Earphone Jack ascending the stairs to the judging table as well. You knew the two well enough, being on plenty of missions with them around, but never really able to make a friendship. 

“I’m sure you know Kaminari and Jirou already so no need for the introductions. I can’t believe we’re all here as judges, I’m so hyped!” Mina clapped her hands together excitedly.

“I’m convinced they asked me to judge to be the comic relief, but who am I to deny the public what they want?” Kaminari feigned humility and shrugged, earning an eyeroll from Jirou.

“Judges!” One of the PAs bellowed out from down below to them to get their attention, “we’ve got five minutes till the cameras start rolling so assume your places.”

You and the rest decided to chat afterwards after filming over some drinks while taking your seat. Your blood pressure steadily rose as you heard the PA start counting down in your ear piece and the sign above the audience asked them for their silence.  A disembodied voice boomed over the loud speaker so hard you felt the vibrations in your chest. 

“Welcome everyone to a special edition of The Masked Singer! Our host looks a bit different this time, so please give a warm welcome to Japan’s manliest hero: Red Riot!”

Mina whistled and whooped from next to you as all four of you watched Kirishima stride out one of the theatre mask mouths. You had to admit he was looking kinda hot in the burgundy red suit that was picked out for him. He waved the cards in his hand to the crowd concealed in the brightness of the stage lights. Taking his place at the center of the stage he paused waiting for the applause to die down. 

“Wow I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome—“, he began only to be cut off by a distant voice.

“RED RIOT, I LOVE YOU!” 

The audience erupted into laughter and hoots, you couldn’t help laugh yourself. Kirishima pressed his hands together and bowed towards the voice, “Thank you I love you too! On this season of the Masked Singer, you can probably tell that things are a little different. Our amazing production crew pulled off something amazing for you all at home: an all hero season!” 

He paused for the applause coming from the judges and the audience, “Joining us tonight are ten pro heroes! Not limited to those still in the line of duty! Thats right everyone, we may get appearances from people you haven’t heard from in a while. Each week we will unmask our lowest placing contestants. It is the job of our judges and you all at home to guess based on the clues our performers provide you who each person’s identity is. Speaking of judges…” the cameras and lights suddenly point to the judges table illuminating you to the country, “Please give a warm welcome to our pro hero judges joining us for this season!”

You were grateful you were sitting because your knees felt like jello. You waved for the camera, giving a little wink for good measure. Kirishima introduced you all one by one, you earning the most audience applause by far out of the four of you despite being the lowest ranked. 

“Please give a warm welcome to our first contestant!” Kirishima stepped off stage to make room for the first singer. To everyone’s surprise, a ninja octopus waddled out onto the stage and welcomed the audience with an eight armed wave. 

Mina leaned into your ear not taking her eyes off the stage, “Oh that’s definitely Shoji.”

“You think so?” You answered back trying to keep it down. It certainly looked like something Shoji would do. 

“Who else would pick an octopus?” Your pink haired bestie whispered as the lights began to dim and music the began to play. 

Bakugou was going to make a trench in his room from all the pacing he was doing in front of the screen in his dressing room. He was able to watch the show live from his dressing room while he waited his turn. Truthfully he felt like he was gonna throw up or faint. You looked absolutely breath taking. His eyes nearly dropped out of his sockets when they introduced you to the crowd. Was it a sign that you were both going to be wearing pleather? He was going to believe it was to make himself feel better. Everything was in order to ensure his success and all he needed to do was not croak. He practiced tirelessly and his team had dubbed him a guaranteed win for the night if he didn’t fuck it up. He wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and practiced his breathing while the octopus sang some happy ballad in the background. He would only look up when the camera panned to your awestruck face. Would you react similarly when he got up there? Man he hoped so. 

He was gonna go up to sing seventh, not too late, not too early. So he had about an hour or so before it would be his turn to get on stage. Things he hadn’t considered entered his brain:

What if they guessed him correctly?  How would he try to throw them off to convince them it wasn’t him? 

He was gonna eventually gonna have to unmask in front of millions of people. In front of you even. Was he ready for that?

Bakugou repeatedly hit his temple with the heel of his hand to ward off the what ifs. It wasn’t time for what if’s, if you reacted negatively to the whole thing than sucks for you. Being number one is still high on the priority list. He waited for the next half hour to start getting into his costume. He caught his reflection in the dressing room mirror and was stunned to see the actual towering behemoth he became. He was towering and menacing, but just like Ren had said, an air of mysteriousness permeated his appearance. The blonde had already practiced in the suit so there was no worry there, his gauntlets he used daily were heavier than the suit itself. He hadn’t noticed before because of the mannequin also being black, but he was also wearing a mesh top that exposed his chest. 

Whoever designed this knows who I am for sure, he snickered while shrugging on the pleather jacket. 

A soft rap followed by a can we come in sounded from his door. Bakugou gave his face a look one last time before slipping on the Hell Hound mask. His modified voice sounded the affirmative and two PAs poured in with microphones to assumingely clip onto him. While the two PA’s hurriedly mic’d him, he glanced back up to the screen to be greeted with your glowing face again. 

“That was stellar!! Gosh, I feel like I know who you are but I’m not one hundred percent sure. You for sure captured my heart tonight. Amazing job!” You sounded your praises to a squirrel astronaut who made gestures of thanks. 

Bakugou breathed in and exhaled deeply.

He was gonna do something unexpected to guarantee his success.

He was gonna have fun.

While the show was on a commercial break, you and Mina sifted through your judge’s notes chatting about the performances so far. 

“Okay, I’m like almost certain that the fourth contestant was Gran Torino.” She raised her finger to point to her notes. 

“Oh for sure. Only he and Principal Nezu from UA are that short. Even with platforms.” You snorted in agreement. Kaminari and Jirou next to you also sounded their approval. The show was going amazingly with shockingly good performances. The crowd was eating it up and social media was booming. You had to mute your notifications from the nonstop vibrations. However, you couldn’t help but wonder about Bakugou again. Was he keeping up with the online buzz or was he in bed already? 

“Okay, I have an out there theory…” Kaminari called all three women’s attention to his notes, “What if…the Phoenix was Endeavor?” 

All three women gasped, no way he’d think about doing this.

“Hear me out!! I follow Fuyumi Todoroki on Twitter and she’s always tweeting about the show. Don’t you think Endeavor would do it for her? I mean the Phoenix is his height and he talks just like the guy.” Kaminari held his hands up to stop any potential dismissal. 

You pondered for a moment, Kaminari had sound logic. The idea of Endeavor’s face under that mask brought a laugh to your lips. You guessed anything would be possible. 

“Judges, you’re back on air in ten…nine…eight…” all your ear pieces crackled in your ear drums causing the conversation to be cut there for now. 

Kirishima stood at the center of the stage, two PAs adjusting his mic and makeup as he looked over his cue cards. You had to admit that Kirishima was smashing this gig. He was practically made for this with his bubbly personality and charisma. The audience was constantly engaged with him and he had great banter with the judges and the contestants. 

Kirishima assumed his position in front of the main camera, “Welcome back to the Masked Singer: All Heroes Season! Tonight we welcome our seventh contestant… you might see him on your way down to Hell… give a warm welcome to the Hell Hound!” 

You weren’t even close to prepared to witness what walked out of that entry way on stage. A hulking bundle of matte black spikes came striding out, a menacing hound mask with an orange collar to match gracing his top half. Mina and the crowd started to wolf whistle at the Hell Hound who joined Kirishima at the center of the stage. You made note of the height difference as the Hound was a smidge taller than the red head. 

“Good lord check out the abs on this guy!” Mina smacked your arm while pointing at him. Sprinkled into the scary exterior of the current contestants were these pieces of dangerous sexiness that you found yourself drawn to. The previous contestants had so far taken silly or wholesome approaches, the Hell Hound was the first of the night to take such a turn. 

“Am I furry now?” You said to no one. Kaminari and Jirou laughed in return. 

Kirishima turned to the costumed figure next to him holding the mic between them, “So, mind telling everyone at home a little about yourself? Of course don’t give away too much!” 

Everyone waited with baited breath only to hear a rumbling growl answer from the mask, “I’d rather my performance do the talking.” 

Kirishima’s eyebrows shot up and looked directly ahead at the crowd, “Oh!” 

You laughed completely scandalized and so did everyone else on set. Kaminari spoke up from your left drawing the attention of the cameras.

“Don’t unmask this one! He’s hot just like this, thank you!” 

More laughter erupted and Mina snapped in agreement. You looked down at your program and mentally noted the song choice. Independence Day by Mamoru Miyano huh? Never heard of this one so this ought to be interesting. 

Kirishima stepped off stage allowing the Hell Hound to take his position on stage accompanied by the masked back up dancers who poured in from the entry ways. In the seconds of set up you mentally went through your Rolodex of heroes but none of them were matching up to the contestant in front of you. He had to be young so currently active in the line of duty. What little speaking he did hinted he was the prideful type. Maybe with time you’ll find out who he is before he’s unmasked. 

The lights dimmed as the back up dancers staggered themselves behind the Hell Hound. Everyone waited with baited breath with trained eyes on the stage. Suddenly smoke filtered onto the stage floor as the music began, the sound of electric violins and pop beats filling your senses. Deep, gravelly, and breathless vocals floated out the speakers. 

(What’s this?)

Behind the mask of justice,

Is a face armed with ideals

(What’s this?)

Mr. Perfect? No, no! Don’t make me laugh

The music made a sensual sharp right and the crowd was hysterical. The Hell Hound’s movements felt somewhat inexperienced, but it was if a light switch had been flipped as the chorus began. He was totally living in the fantasy of the costume and was belting the lyrics like he wrote it himself. 

Sexy, sexy, want to do it

The desires I could surpress

That “cool” mask, take it off! Take it off!

Sexy, sexy, want to do it

Is it impossible to be myself?

The back up dancers were giving their all behind the towering man who breathed the lyrics like it was right in your ear. You felt goosebumps travel up your spine and hug your head, instinctively rubbing your arms even though it wasn’t cold. You’re sure the camera was getting your entranced reaction as you gawked at the show below you. The other judges were bobbing their heads and egging the costumed man below on with whistles and whoops. The Hell Hound was for sure the winner of the night for you. You listened carefully to the lyrics trying to decipher the music. Being a seasoned fan you knew that the song choices were often the biggest clues themselves. Clearly the contestant was scared to show some kind of side of him. Maybe his persona is totally different when he’s out on duty versus here? 

The song slowed once again, his voice shockingly had some pretty good range while still maintaining himself in the lower octaves. At this point, even Kirishima was dancing along in his spot amongst the front seated audience. 

Accelerating loveless sensations

Complicating feelings

(Searching)

Is love unnecessary? No, no! I deny it

(Searching)

My fingers desire the energy of your warmth

(Searching, searching, searching)

Allow me to confess my true feelings

Your brows shot up at the lyrics. Could he be…? No there’s no way. The Bakugou you knew wasn’t nearly this charismatic. He was the sexy silent type, not a seducer. A small voice in the back of your head kept insisting that it was him though. Something in your gut was sounding alarm bells.

Independence Day

Independence Day 

Independence Day 

His hushed spell on the stage came to a close followed by a roar of applause from the audience. A literal standing ovation from the crowd and the judges table. The Hell Hound pumped his fist in the air and you peeped it. That nagging feeling intensifying. Kirishima rejoined the Hound on stage with a shocked a expression on his visage. 

“Wow! Just wow! Best performance of the night so far, am I right everyone?” Kirishima pointed the mic to the crowd and received an enthusiastic roar in return. The crowd chanted, Hell Hound! Hell Hound Hell Hound! Some in the crowd started to shape their hands on the sides of their head to mimic pointed dog ears in support. You and the judges were still standing in pure astonishment.

Kirishima turned to the judges, gesturing to them with his cards, “(Y/N) you seemed the most shocked by the performance! Tell us what’s in your mind?” 

You were literally speechless so there was a moment of pause before you let out a exhale and shrug, “I am beyond stunned at what I just watched. I’ve been a fan of the show since it started and I’ve never seen anything like this before.” 

This earned an applause of approval from the crowd. The Hell Hound stood there unmoving, trained in your direction.

“You can ask my fellow judges, I think I’m a dog person now!” Everyone laughed at your admission.

“So do I smell a potential romance between you and the Hell Hound?” Kirishima teased. The crowd gave a series of oh’s. 

You raised a brow in a coy manner, “We shall definitely see. I can’t wait to see who you are!” 

Jirou sang her praises after your commentary, taking a more technical approach considering she did he own musical appearances all the time. She gave the Hound pretty sound advice on how to improve his performance. Kaminari and Mina both just gushed at the sheer power and dominance the Hound had on the stage. They both had a hard time believing that underneath the mask was a pro hero.

Bakugou could nearly contain himself in his pleather prison. At the same time he was thankful for it, he wouldn’t have been able to stay straight faced and be as bold as he was right now without it. Even as the Electric Idiot and Raccoon Eyes complimented his performance (which he was totally gonna use against them), his eyes always watched you. He was starting to feel like something more than work friends may be possible thanks to this whole bizarre mix up. He just needed to make it to the end, which was looking like what might actually happen. Just let go and have fun for once, he reminded himself. 

Shitty Hair’s voice broke him out of his musings, “So, Hell Hound, why don’t you give us another hint before the judges each tell us their guesses?” 

Bakugou paused for a moment, grinning devilishly at the thought that crossed his mind, “You all know me very well. Especially one of the judges.”

The crowd murmured wondering who he couldn’t be talking about. Kaminari piped up, “It’s me right? It’s gotta be me.” 

Mina shook her head, “Now why would it be you, Kaminari?” 

“I don’t know, I just feel like I know the guy! Thing is it doesn’t really narrow it down either. We work with a lot of people.” The yellow haired man wondered out loud. 

Kirishima butted in and asked what each persons guesses are. He started with Mina who answered with Pro Hero Shindou. The crowd cheered with apparent agreement which made Bakugou roll his eyes. How dare they? 

Denki said Pro Hero Hawks which made Bakugou groan. That idiot knew he was almost a whole foot taller than Hawks right? 

“I’m going to pass on a guess this week. I need to hear you sing a bit more to make a good guess. If you’re here next week that is.” Jirou responded with her usual coolness. That just left you. You looked like you were having a mental battle with yourself. He was dying to know what you were going to say. 

“I’m sorry, I gotta go with my gut on this one. I think it’s my boss, Pro Hero Dynamight.” You slumped your shoulders a bit giving into some invisible force. Bakugou felt his tongue grow heavy. The crowd’s reaction was what he expected. Sounds of confusion and denial made his ways to his ears. His nose scrunched in annoyance. It’s one thing to hear people’s opinions when he’s around, and technically he still was, but hearing it when everyone thinks he isn’t around stung. You nodded your head expecting the reaction, eliciting a laugh from Kirishima next to him.

“What? You think it’s Bakubro under there? I’ve known him for years there’s no way he’d do this!” The red head said making Bakugou narrow his eyes at his best friend. 

Yet I’m next to you right now, moron.

“I do! Something is telling me that it’s him! If not then he’s totally get mad when this episode airs for even thinking it was him.” You giggled and played with the pendant hanging dangerously close to your cleavage. 

Kirishima offered only a short we shall see before addressing the crowd again, “Those at home should use the hashtag #TeamHellHound to voice your support! Thank you so much for the stellar performance, whoever you are!” 

The audience offered one more round of applause and chants before Bakugo was ushered off stage back to his dressing room to await eliminations. He opened Twitter for the first time in probably two months and saw that the show was on the trending page. He opened up the hashtag and spotted tons of tweets anticipating the season premiere as photos and sneak peaks made their way onto the internet. He was now just understanding why this made people popular. It was the mystery of wanting to know who the person you’ve followed week to week was. It was kinda of genius now that he was witnessing it first hand. 

The screen suddenly caught his attention, a B-Boy green bunny costume wandered on stage and the pit of Bakugou’s stomach twisted. No matter what the nerd wore or looked like he always knew it was him. 

“Deku…” he growled. His eyes watched as the Bunny started singing some sappy love song that was 10 years old at this point. The audience was eating it up though. Bakugou grunted and wiped the sweat from his face left from the mask he had just removed. Shit just got real for the both of them now and he would be damned if he let Deku get to the end. 

Of course the Green Bunny also gets a standing ovation, but he’s glad to see you don’t seem all the impressed like you were with him. About half an hour later his ear piece is telling him to make his way back on stage to join all the contestants. Bakugou held his breath, slipped his mask on once more, and faced his fate. Once up on stage, standing between who he assumed was Deku and a aviator cardinal, he waited for Kirishima to get fed the eliminations. 

“The votes are in! Four people will be unfortunately going home. Starting next week we will resume to eliminating one person per week. And those people are…” Kirishima paused for dramatic effect. Bakugou screwed his eyes shut and hoped his name wasn’t called. 

Four spotlights illuminated four contestants. Bakugou felt light on him, was he eliminated? Was it all over? He opened his eyes to only be met with his figure still shrouded in darkness. He looked to his right at the aviator cardinal who was bathed in light. He looked down the line, seeing that the Octopus, Phoenix, and Mole were also illuminated. 

“We are so sorry to our eliminated contestants, but you will be no longer be joining us on the Masked Singer. However, now it’s time for the best part. It’s time to see who is underneath all those masks! You all know the drill—“ Kirishima egged the audience on by cupping his cue cards around his ear as black clad PA’s rushed out to help the eliminated four remove their masks. 

Take it off! Take it off! Take it off! 

Bakugou watched on with baited breath, curious as well to see who they were. 

One by one masks were lifted and Bakugou was beyond surprised to see who agreed to this wacky show willingly. 

“Please give a warm Masked Singer welcome to Tentacole, Gran Torino, Endeavor, and Hawks!” Kirishima clapped struggling to talk over the wild reactions of the audience. 

Hawks ever the charmer gave a two fingered salute while Endeavor and Shoji just gave firm nods. Gran Torino grinned cockily like the old shit he was. However, this woke Bakugou up a bit. Naoki wasn’t kidding about heavy hitters. Everything was literally on the table. He felt like he was playing 4D chess with his colleagues with music. 

They asked each hero one by one why they agreed to do the show. Gran Torino simply said it sounded like fun while Hawks said his fans had been requesting he get on the show since it started. Endeavor, now a bit older than Bakugou remembered him during his internship, elicited a series of Aws when he admitted it was to make his daughter happy who happened to be a fan of the show. Kaminari started screaming at this, something about saying that he called it. Shoji simply replied that he wanted to show a different side of him since he grew up hiding his appearance and to send a message that the content of someone’s character was much more important than how scary they may appear. The crowd applauded Shoji’s heartfelt reply, which signaled the end of filming. Kirishima wrapped up the show with his signature sharp smile and held it till the cameras stopped rolling. 

You watched as the PAs escorted everyone back to the exit, eye trained on the Hell Hound. You were secretly hoping he would be eliminated to see if your hunch was right. Mina tapped your shoulder, “You coming? We can leave now!” 

“Oh right! Sorry I was just spacing out. Lots of stimulation today.” You hurriedly got up and followed behind Mina and the others down the steps. 

“Don’t I know it. I have no idea how I’m gonna sleep tonight after all that.” Mina stretched her arms over head. 

“I’m suspicious of everyone now!” Kaminari exclaimed, “Once I get back to work I’m gonna be analyzing everyone. It’s like a game of Clue!” 

The night ended like that over some drinks at the bar attached to the hotel where you guys were staying at. You were half listening to the conversations being had. Your mind was occupied with thoughts of the pleather clad Hound. It was bothering you more than you anticipated. You decided that when you returned to the office you would keep your eyes peeled for similarities in Hell Hound and Dynamight. You secretly hoped they were the same person. If Bakugou had this side to him he kept locked away, you were sold on him entirely. You found this potential side to him to be incredibly attractive and hitting just the right spots in your heart. It was like being in some kind of movie that you found yourself at the center of. 

Your phone buzzed again and you were shocked he was even awake so late. You opened it and were a bit taken a back at the text in the unsuspecting blue speech bubble. 

From: Mr Boss Man

Saw photos on Twitter. Pleather suits you. 

Gemini Syndrome - ProHero!BakugouxProHero!Reader

Synopsis: Bakugou built his agency from the ground up with dozens of heroes beneath his name. However, he just can’t seem to get a leg up on Deku and Todoroki in the top 3 hero ranking. His PR team suggests he compete on a new competition show to raise his public approval as it has been working for other pros. Bakugou rushes into it blinded by the promise of success to only find out it’s the Masked Singer: All Heroes Season and his work crush happens to be one of the judges.

AN: This idea randomly struck me while I was doing laundry and I just had to write it. Everyone here is like between 26-28 years old from the cast of MHA including the reader. It might be a three or four part story, I’m not really sure yet. I usually write my own original stuff and Inuyasha fic but I’ve been stumped for ideas so I decided to practice this way. I got inspired after reading @thetrashywritingwitch fic ‘Tedium in Blue’. I adore your writing style and your characterization of Bakugou. I hope you all enjoy it!

Rating: NC-17

He impatiently tapped his heavy foot while deep in thought. His PR team stood around his desk nervously with papers and tech in hand. His office was quite large and spotless like he liked it to be. The massive walls of windows behind him casted a menacing shadow on his face. His eyes pierced through the blanket of darkness that his furrowed brow created. It had been several years since he graduated UA and started up his own agency. It took a lot of shit and working his ass off in all senses to be sitting there in his office. He was in his late 20’s now, still very young to have an agency to call his own. While it wasn’t as large as Endeavors or Best Jeanists, it was still sitting at a sizable number of pro heroes and employees within it. It took some time to amass enough people to sign up to be within his ‘label’ considering his less than stellar public reputation, but no one could deny that Bakugou’s record was nothing but wins with little to no casualties. If that was the principle he was going to run on, then it would be a smart move to associate yourself with that as a hero. For now he only had those who were rising in the lower ranks and newbies, but Bakugou made sure they were all up to his standards. He wasn’t gonna let just anyone join his agency. 

“Bakugou, sir…, “ one of the three PR consultants that his management had assigned him finally spoke up, “I know you dislike having to do public out reach and truthfully I would have to agree our current approach isn’t really working—“

Bakugou’s glare flittered to him, narrowing his eyes as if daring him to mention his lack of social skills once more.

The tallest, a petite woman in a freshly pressed suit cut in to ease the tension, “One of our interns suggested something that will play into your strengths and will require the least amount of speaking!”

There’s an idea, He thought and his foot tapping finally stopped. It was deathly quiet now as he shifted in his chair and sat up straight. He eyed the woman in silent permission for her to go on.

“W-well, we think that since words aren’t really your strongest area we should instead use your actions! See there’s a popular competition show in Japan right now that several pro heroes have been on. Their ranks have soared due to public opinion of them of being on the show. We think non battle related displays of your strength and personality via a show will make people warm up to you. So—“ the woman slid a data sheet to the blonde man across from her, “With these odds you will for sure be in the top three. That is, if you win.”

Bakugou scoffed. He always won, no matter what it was. How hard can a stupid little game show be? Right now he was gunning for a top three spot in the hero ranking chart. Right now the only thing holding him back in his number five spot was his public perception. He always saved the day and kicked villain ass without so much as a sweat. Okay, a lot of sweat but that’s not the point. If this was what he needed to topple that dumbass Deku and Icy Hot in the top three, then it was a done deal. 

“Sign me up for this dumb shit then. It’s like those obstacle course things right? I’ll win no problem, I do worse out on duty.” He waved the PR team to dismiss them. To him this was a no brainer. 

“Sir, it’s not exactly that simple—“ she began slipping the data sheet away into her file.

“—I told you already it wasn’t a problem. So go sign me up. If a few weeks of my life is what I need to be number one so be it. I’m no stranger to sacrifice at this point.” 

The suited trio looked at each other with concern and bewilderment. Ultimately they left without a single peep afterwards leaving the blonde alone in his office. He huffed as he lifted his mask off his eyes and onto the table, rubbing his temples from the tension of it being there for several hours. He was getting tired of being so close yet so far from those two. He was getting desperate which is why he hired a management team to begin with. He knew he wasn’t good with the public if it meant actually speaking with them and assuring them of their safety verbally. To the public, Bakugou was a scary and cocky asshole with an antisocial personality to boot. Admittedly, they weren’t too far off in their assumption. He just didn’t see the point of putting on a show and repeating the same things over and over again to remind people they were in good hands. His actions should be enough, right? Just last week he took down a massive villain without a single life injured or lost by himself all before back up arrived. 

His tired hands grabbed his phone and opened his camera, inspecting his features. His eyes were tired yet narrowed. His mouth rested in a perpetual scowl and his eyes burned a smoldering red like hot coals. Even he could see how off putting that could be, but what was he supposed to do? He literally looked like this without trying. Making small talk with his own employees and heroes in his agency proved to be difficult for this exact reason. They would jump in surprise when he would speak to them or they always wanted to somehow placate him even when he wasn’t upset. He tried to not be angry in the office at least, he was a boss now after all. It was his turn now to be a leader so he couldn’t just act how he pleased, but he was only human so his attitude would slip at the sight of anything that mildly annoyed him.

Just as he slipped a singular glove off, a soft rap at his door interrupted him taking off the other. His eyebrow shot up at the sight of you walking in. Probably the only person in his agency who treated him like someone not to be feared. You were a young woman who had moved to Mustafu three years ago from a small beach town, bored of the serene life the shore had to offer. After all, what villains are there to fight when there isn’t anyone around? 

You actually knew Raccoon Eyes somehow (something about your mom’s going to high school together) and was recommended to apply here as you settled into the city life. If there was anyone else who also graced combat with comparable amounts of unhinged fervor that Bakugou brought to every fight, it would be you. It’s always the quiet ones as they say? He didn’t expect such unbridled vigor and relentless energy to win the day out of such an unsuspecting person. He had to oblige, he would be crazy not to let you in. He could see how you and Pinky were friends, you were social and got along with everyone on your floor. You took off sometimes to do tv appearances since you were very popular with the public unlike himself. You grew your own cult following of fans in a matter of a year. Bakugou thinks it’s because how at ease you always seemed to be, unafraid to be candid with whomever. It felt like a friend you had for years, yet you met only in just that moment. 

You were still in your hero suit and looked rather beat from the day. He could’ve sworn you went home already seeing as the sun had already gone down. 

“Mister Sir we gotta talk—“ you began which made Bakugou snort a bit at your nonchalance, “about you approving my next day off. The squints downstairs keep insisting I need your stamp of approval if I wanna get out of here.”

You sighed obviously fed up with the scheduling team. You pulled a hair tie from your wrist, set a few Bobby pins on his desk. and began to put your hair up in front of him like he wasn’t your boss. He honestly didn’t know why he allowed you to treat him like that. Maybe because of how stiff everyone else was and your nonchalant disrespect made him feel like a person for once. 

He slipped his last glove off and opened his drawer for his seal, “Hand the paper over then would ya? Tell them to stop with the formalities I told them you could take off for your fancy appearances when you needed to.” 

He raised his head from his drawer expecting a paper but instead was met with the back of your hand. Your hair was set in a slightly lopsided bun and your eyes expectantly waited for something he wasn’t privy to. You rolled your eyes after a second and gestured to your hand. 

“Why the fuck would I stamp your hand?” He asked. 

“Because then I’ll be Bakugou approved. Also I forgot the paper so this should do, right?” You said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

There was a detail Bakugou hadn’t mentioned about you. Your attitude coupled with your abilities was a bit more attractive to him than he’d like to admit. Sure you were good looking, but he needs a bit more than a pretty face to be this invested. Your don’t give a fuck attitude mirrored his own, but in your own (y/n) way. He never knew what would come out your mouth next and even if it was at his expense, it was in good faith. Dare he say you two were friendly? He would never ask for his own pride sake. 

He eventually gave in and stamped the back of your hand with his initials. You inspected it for a moment and then parked your ass in the seat in front of his desk. You seemed like you were in a bit of a daze. He raised his brow to prompt you to talk which you did without hesitation. 

“I got asked to be a judge for a really popular show. Have you heard of the Masked Singer? It’s my favorite show ever so I’m a bit….stunned?” Your tone sounded genuinely happy and free of any undertones of your usual sarcasm. A rare unfiltered moment only he was witnessing. 

You continued, “It has millions of people watching every week. I guess all my social media efforts really payed off that they asked me to judge. Do you watch it?”

Bakugou shook his head. He didn’t care for tv at all. He just gamed and watched movies in his spare time if he wasn’t training or sleeping. You sighed and crossed your arms, sinking into the plushness of the chair. 

“That tracks. I mean— you don’t seem like a tv watcher. Let alone reality tv. It’s a singing competition where the people singing are in costumes to conceal their identity. You gotta guess based on their voice who they might be. Lots of pro heroes have been on it ya know.” 

Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Not really a fan of stupid shit like that. Glad you’re a judge though if it’s what you want.” 

“Well—“ you rose from the chair to make your exit, “I hope you tune in at least once while it airs. At least to see me! Have a great rest of your evening, I’ll leave ya to it.” 

He watched as you excused yourself out of his office with a grin on your face. His office was once again silent and he missed your presence already. He wasn’t much of a talker so it was good to have someone there who didn’t mind his piss poor communication skills. Maybe if he had the time he would tune in just to say he did when you inevitably asked.  He went through his motions and stripped himself of his costume in favor of some comfier clothes to make his commute back home. In the car ride back, he thought about what you may wear to judge a tv show. You were one of the few people he followed on his inactive social media so of course he has seen what elaborate get ups you wore outside of your hero suit. Coming from a fashion background himself, he could say with confidence you never disappointed. Your looks were fresh and edgy, never shying away from taking a daring risk. He’d also be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t have some of those photo ops bookmarked on his Instagram. He kinda just decided to not think too deep into what he knows was a tiny crush on you. He wasn’t compatible with you in the slightest. You would be better off with someone who suited your glamorous lifestyle. However, it didn’t mean he couldn’t sneak a peak and enjoy your attention while it lasted. 

Kirishima calls you his work wife. Long story short the three of you were called to a hefty rescue operation that lasted several days. He got caught staring one too many times and jealously scaring off the paramedic who was hitting on you. Kirishima is the only one who knows right now about his one sided “romance” if you could even call it that. He wasn’t one for love. Even since he was young it seemed like a trivial thing to be concerned about since it could only be used against you in the line of work he was pursuing. However, it never crossed his mind that:

A) He was gonna get lonely at some point and non committal flings to blow off steam can only get a person so far 

B) He would feel the sense of comfort and chemistry with someone he felt with you

Up until recently, those around him only seemed to fear him and never stuck around to understand him. Sure he had made progress himself in sorting out his anger and expression as he aged, but old habits die hard. He fought this hard to be number one and he wasn’t stopping now to accommodate “civility”. 

His phone buzzed with a message from his agent. He lazily swiped the notification to read the message as he brushed his teeth.

New Message:

Filming starts in two weeks on the 23rd. Don’t know many details yet but you can’t tell people about the show. Filming rules! 

He spit into the sink and grimaced at the message. Fine by him, he wasn’t planning on telling anyone either. He was just one step closer to his goals and that’s all that mattered. He crawled into his bed and was sound asleep within minutes of laying there. He dreamt of you in a fitted dress sitting at a judging table. You looked down at him with a curious look trying to decipher something about him. You opened your mouth and stood on your feet to lean over the edge of the table.

“I don’t know who you are, but you are definitely gonna win.”

He felt the corners of his lips uptick ever so slightly in his sleep. 

When he went into work the day he was gonna leave for filming, you also hadn’t shown for work. The word spread that you were judging that singing show and the office was buzzing about it as he walked through to get to the elevators. That dumbass show was more popular than he thought. You had the habit of exaggerating things so his first instinct was to doubt you, but he was surprised to see that you were in fact, not. He had his duffel bag of clothes with him for the weekend as he climbed into the elevator from his top floor office. Work was luckily slow so he could leave for filming early without much of a hitch. His agent was waiting for him outside in a sleek car along with a man he didn’t recognize driving it. 

“Right now we’re heading to your hotel so we can unload your things there.” His agent began while pulling out a laptop from next to him as they settled in the car. 

“It’s only a week to film, right?” Bakugou asked gruffly. His agent barely acknowledged it.

“Exactly. They don’t want people getting wind of who their celebrity cast is so you will return to normality after every week for a few days so no one gets suspicious. The final taping will be live if you reach the final round so that week will be slightly longer.” The man next to him continued as he typed away. 

Bakugou had excused his absence with a vague business trip so luckily no one gave him any shit for up and leaving since he rarely took time off. He wasn’t sure how he would excuse the rest of the time off though once the following round of filming came. What he found a bit odd was that as his agent continued to brief Bakugou on what would be required of him, he mentioned something about training before filming. He always thought obstacle course shows just let you be surprised with the course, but he guessed that it made sense so that production could be in control of how much people sucked or were good at things. The car drove for about an hour and half deeper into the the city where all the hustle of fame resided. 

After dropping his things off at a five star hotel, they pulled into a parking deck in a gated off area which he could only assume was the blocks of studios where filming would occur. The blonde man stepped out and stretched his arms over his head, tired from being squeezed into such a tiny car for his size. His agent shoved something plastic in his hand hurriedly. 

“Quickly, put this on in case other people are here.” Bakugou only offered a confused scowl in return. 

“What the fuck—?” Now in his hands was a masquerade type animal mask. It was matte black with features that resembled a scowling wolf like, dog. 

Bakugou shoved it back in his agent’s chest,  “Like hell I am! Why the fuck do you have that thing anyway?” 

His agent blinked in confusion which the blonde only returned with a slight twitch. 

“Bakugou…you do know what show this is all for right?” The agent began slowly. 

Bakugou cocked his brow, “Yeah? It’s for those obstacle course ones.”

Realization followed by fear washed over his agent’s face. The red eyed man still wasn’t understanding what the fuck was happening. Why would he have to conceal his identity from everyone with a dog mask of all things? 

“I’ll explain once we’re inside, but please put it on—“

Bakugou pushed the mask away once again, “—Tell me what’s going on first.”

The man in front of him sighed in defeat. Whatever the show was, he could already tell he wasn’t gonna like it. 

“Sir, have you heard of the show The Masked Singer? It’s fairly new, but a lot of pro heroes have seen their rankings go up tremendously by just being on the show without winning a thing. You would be singing week by week, hopefully not eliminated, letting your performance win over the judges and those watching in the crowd and on their televisions. Its the perfect way to get people to fall in love with you without your reputation or appearance getting the way. It is total anonymity.” 

The scent of smoke floated up to the agent’s nostrils, a sign his client was pissed. Bakugou’s face was contorted in an unrecognizable expression that can only be interpreted as a mixture of shock, betrayal, and fear. The towering hero swung open the car door and sat in it, slamming the door behind him for good measure. The driver promptly stepped out assuming that it would be best for his safety in case Bakugou decided to blow up the car. His hair singed at the incredible heat emanating from his palms as he tugged his blonde strands. 

How? How could this have happened? Was it too late to back out? There was no way in hell he would do a show like this. No one would respect him after all that. He would have to sing and dance around in a stupid costume for all the nation to see. 

His leg bounced as his thoughts raced in his mind. Like a cold bucket of water was poured on his steaming head, he remembered something that hadn’t struck him earlier. 

Your voice rang in his head as he recalled your conversation with him two weeks ago.

It’s my favorite show ever!

The tips of his ears burned a bright red. Was he really willing to do this knowing you would be a judge? It eased a bit of his initial distaste. Maybe this show would be more useful than just rising in the ranks. Only thing is Bakugou had absolutely no idea if he could sing well enough to guarantee he would make it to the end. He never half assed anything he was given, especially if what was to be earned was something in his favor. He sighed heavily before swinging out his long legs out of the car. His agent looked at him expectantly with the dog mask still in hand. Bakugou’s figure loomed over the significantly shorter man in front of him and swiped the mask from his hands before promptly putting it on. He could see well enough through the mesh holes of the mask. His hood was lifted over his blonde hair, a dead give away to his identity regardless if his face was covered. 

“I’ll do this stupid thing. I just gotta win, right?” He huffed and his agent was quick to nod his head in the affirmative. 

Bakugou gestured to the space in front of him, “Lead the way then. The sooner I win, the sooner I never have to do this again.”

The pair wordlessly moved through the parking deck into the studio it was attached to. Bakugou tailed behind his agent, taking in the sights of the studio corridors. It was 1920’s themed with an 80’s twist. The floors were a sparkly black coupled with different furs and textured fabrics for curtains. Stationed at every fourth dressing room were massive glass cases containing the suits of previous contestants. They passed a punk rock lion, a cha cha flamingo, a country alien, and priestess fox before reaching a sparkly, ornate magenta door with a plated star on the front. The name ‘Hell Hound’ was stamped into the metal which prompted an irritated vain to pop from his temple. If his management chose the character he would disguise himself with they were gonna be met with his quirk once this was all over. His agent instructed him to go inside and to change into the clothing that the show had provided him. That way all the contestants would virtually look the same on and off stage so not even the production crew would know who anyone was. Total anonymity was key until you were forced to unmask if you lost. Apparently his mask had a voice changer that pitched his voice much lower so it would be unrecognizable, so it was in his best interest to speak as neutrally as he could since his distinct way of speaking would give himself away instantly. 

“I can’t believe this is fucking happening to me.” He grumbled while letting himself in, his agent long gone to speak to god knows who. The dressing room was pretty neutral except for one glaring thing. 

Standing a full four inches taller than his six foot stature was what he could only assume was his performance costume. It was an all black costume with varying textures to break up the monotone color. Chains, mesh, leather, studs, anything synonymous with badass was on the costume. The shoulders were exaggerated in broadness and accommodated large spikes. He thumbed the leather of the jacket on the mannequin and found barely noticeable from a distance embroidery in orange. Down the edges of the motorcycle jacket were tiny orange grenades. 

This made his scowl neutralize a bit, finding the small detail admittedly kinda cool. 

The outfit was joined by heavy boots not too different from his own work boots, only these were made in a matte leather with an insane amount of buckles up the shin. They even sported a bit of a platform. What caught his attention the most though was the mask/helmet: an identical mask to his but accompanied by taller ears and wild, mane like hair trailing between the shoulder blades. The teeth were a shiny chrome made visible by the snarl molded into the mask. The only pop of color was the hefty orange leather collar (also spiked) and the orange tip of the tail attached to the belt. He shrugged off his simpler mask in favor for the more ornate one in front of him. It took some accommodating due to his spiky hair, but it settled on his head without much trouble. His red eyes turned to the wall wide mirror of the dressing room to catch his reflection and was shocked how cool and empowering the thing actually was. It was a similar feeling to when he first tried on his hero costume back in his first year of UA. Maybe the whole thing wouldn’t be too bad. He was expecting some stupid costume akin to a mascot costume, but this was much much cooler. The sound of static startled him out of his thoughts coming from his left. Bakugou instinctively yanked the helmet on as if he was going to get caught for something.

The intercom on the wall of the dressing room spoke to him in an even tone, “Hell Hound, please report to the practice room! We will begin your orientation and training for the first episode. Please follow the signs to the right of the hallway if you are unsure on where to go.”

His stomach suddenly felt like it was floating. Of course he was nervous, he didn’t want to make a fool out of himself. He was totally out of his element and he was in it alone. He assumed he wouldn’t be able to speak to any of the contestants in order to conceal their identity too. He took a deep breath and changed into the clothes provided to him. He slipped on the simple mask and tucked his hair into a baseball cap, then promptly pulling the hood of the hoodie he wore over said cap. He walked out and yanked the strings of the hood, careful that his blonde hair never showed. He passed other contestants on the way out and truthfully he had not a clue who they possibly could be. Following the neon signs pointing down the halls and mentally noting the way so he could make it back to his dressing room, he found himself in front of a pair of double doors. The plaque next to it told him he was in the right place, so he pushed his way in with his broad shoulder only to be treated with a fancy dance studio with speakers lining the ceiling boarders. Two men and a woman stood there chatting amongst themselves, laughing about something that happened prior to Bakugou’s appearance. They turned to face him and the woman of the trio spoke first.

“Hey! So welcome to the Masked Singer. I’m Ren and I’ll be one of your vocal trainers and choreographers.” She beamed at him wearing similar clothing to him. Actually all three of them did. 

She gestured to the other two men who offered a simple wave, “These two are Naoki and Kenji. They will also help you with choreography. We’re here to accommodate to your vision because ultimately you’re here to make people fall in love with your stage presence and personal flair. Everything is fair game. So if you got any songs in mind we can help you flesh it out!”

Bakugou felt his skin run a little cold. He listened to music of course he wasn’t that out of touch. However, if this is a game of strategy should n’t he pick something that would be the most appealing to the most amount of people? So he assumed the usual brooding, melodic music he listened to while he cooked at home was out the question. He began to utter a response but the voice modifier startled him promptly stopping his sentence. He forgot the stupid thing was there. 

Ren laughed, waving it off, “Oh yeah that gets everyone at first. Don’t worry you’ll get used to it. Judging from your character brief you’re more of an edgy sorta guy right? We can play into that. Maybe add a flair of sexy mysteriousness. Right, guys?”

“Oh yeah. Those are the fan favorites so far.” Naoki agreed enthusiastically while unzipping his hoodie to shrug it off. 

Remembering to be as neutral as possible, Bakugou attempted to speak again, “Whatever it takes to win throw it at me. I’m no singer, but it don’t mean I can’t learn.”

The three looked at each other with shock, impressed at the determination. Usually most contestants are shy and a bit shaky, but the Hell Hound seemed hell bent on success. Ren clapped her hands together wearing a devious grin on her round face. She promptly tied her hair up into a near floor length ponytail and gestured to the center of the floor. 

“Well then, show us what you got tough guy. You’ll be a star once I’m through with you.”

Gemini Syndrome - ProHero!Bakugou x ProHero!Reader Pt 4

Link to Previous Chapter: here

Chapter Content Warning: Sexual themes and general suggestiveness (Minors DNI)

AN: Been feeling kinda down lately, so it seems like writing is my new outlet outside of drawing. I really enjoyed writing this chapter and getting more in depth into the relationship between the reader and Bakugou. I think I’ll be wiring one more chapter than expected (sorta like an epilogue?) to really tie it all in. As usual, I will include the link to Bakugou’s song so you can give it a listen! Lets pretend its all in Japanese for story sake LOL

Bakugou marched through his agency covered in a day’s worth of debris and sweat. His brows hung lower in his typical scowl causing the employees he passed to keep their heads down. Truthfully, he was just exhausted. Between filming and patrols, he found himself with little time to sleep or speak to you. The office was also getting a little suspicious due to his frequent excusals from work. More people than he thought watched the Masked Singer and it seemed like most of them were his employees. Every so often he would hear people chat in clusters about the show and who each person could be. Not a single person had guessed him and he wasn’t sure if he was relieved or offended. 

Like expected, he had survived until the semi finals. Each week he had elevated his performance and stumped you and the judges week by week on who exactly he was. Social media was alive with talks on just who was the elusive Hell Hound. He was pleased to find that he ranked in the top favored singers and had the most tweets week by week. However, what wasn’t exactly improving like he hoped was his relationship with you. After the watch party at your place, he kept in somewhat steady contact with you via text, but he hadn’t really seen you much at the agency for about three weeks. Bakugou was getting called to patrols with higher ranked heroes to address a recent string of villain activity north of Mustafu, meaning you stayed behind here on your usual routes with other lower ranking heroes. He wasn’t exactly sure where his indirect confession left you two, but clearly you had decided not to address it for now. He supposed he understood your hesitance since he was your boss and friend, but Bakugou was growing impatient. You didn’t push him away, so that must’ve meant you felt the same way? He wasn’t one to beat around the bush for too long if at all. For now, he settled for the glimpses through the mesh of the Hell Hound mask he got when he was on stage. Bakugou pushed himself past the door of his office with a small huff, his arms were sore from using his quirk since the morning. He was shocked to see a familiar face hovering over his desk.

You jumped at the noise of his sudden entrance, “Oh my god you scared the shit out of me—“

“Hah?” his face scrunched, “You’re the one who’s in an office that isn’t yours. The hell are you doing?”

You frantically hid something behind your your back and leaned on his desk in effort to hide it, “Nothing really. I just thought your desk was a bit messy, so I thought I’d lend a hand.”

His ruby eyes looked behind you, “It looks fine to me.”

His desk was in fact, spotless. He never left it a mess and made sure everything was in its rightful spot. Your shoulders dropped a bit and your eyes ping ponged between him and the floor. Was she looking for evidence?

Bakugou strode over to you, stopping less than a foot in front of you to inspect you closer. He hadn’t seen you up close in weeks so he wasn’t in a rush to kick you out. His eyes lowered to your hands and his gloved hands forced your hands into his line of sight.

“W-Wait! At least let me explain—!” You protested. Your strength was no match for his and he easily overpowered you. In your hand was a woven bracelet with two strings to tighten and loosen it. The accessory had a wave like pattern alternating between orange, green, and black. Strategically woven into the colored waves was his first name. His eyebrows raised ever so slightly and he finally looked up at you waiting for an explanation. 

“I could probably change it to just ‘Bakugou’… if you want?” You answered weakly. 

Bakugou picked it up and inspected it, “What is it?” 

“Uh, I thought it would’ve been funny if we actually got friendship bracelets. Now thinking about it, it was funnier in my head.” You exhaled deeply with an embarrassed laugh caught in your throat. You watched carefully for his reaction, but he spared you no hints. 

You spoke up again out of nervousness, “I thought since we hadn’t talked in a while I could’ve left it here as a surprise for when you came back. Like a funny prank?” 

“You give people handmade gifts as a prank?” He countered. Somehow he was always able leave you speechless to some degree. 

“W-Well I’ve always been kinda crafty. It’s great to keep me occupied off duty.” 

Bakugou could tell you weren’t lying, the bracelet had small imperfections that legitimized your explanation. He deduced that this was your odd, impulsive way of telling him you missed him. He smirked, chuckling a bit, and shrugged off his left glove to put the gift on. It fit just right on his wrist. 

He turned his wrist to admire the bracelet, “I’m keeping it.”

He paused for a moment and saw your wrist was empty, “I thought this shit worked in pairs? Aren’t you supposed have one, too?” 

“Oh um!” you jumped seemingly in a daze before producing one of your own from your pocket, “I wasn’t wearing it in case you wouldn’t wear yours. Would’ve been silly to have a one sided bracelet.” 

Yours had the same wave pattern but in purple, grey, and black like your hero costume. Your first name woven into it just like his. He gingerly grabbed your wrist, holding it up next to his so both your bracelets were side by side. Your eyes focused on his gaze expecting something out of Bakugou. 

“You could’ve just said you missed me.” He breathed out in a tone lower than usual. Heat spread across your face quickly and up your spine. Bakugou was eating it up. Your reactions were worth stepping out of his comfort zone. 

“Yeah well… you were busy doing top five stuff so I didn’t wanna get in the way.” You muttered looking down. 

He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh before lacing his calloused hands in yours. He hadn’t touched you like this in weeks so he found himself getting greedy. His thoughts were overflowing with thoughts of you. Wondering if you were okay, if you had eaten, what were you thinking about, and if he’d see you somehow. 

“You never seemed to care about bothering me before.” He uttered recapturing your gaze again. The ambience was getting tense and heavy again like in your apartment and Bakugou inwardly celebrated that Kirishima wouldn’t magically bust in like last time. 

“Does this mean you only see me as a friend still?” Bakugou felt a bit high. His subconscious was shouting at him to make a move, but he refused to do anything without your enthusiasm. 

You seemed to think about it before shaking your head no. 

“Good, cuz I don’t either.” His teeth bared themselves in a lopsided grin. He pulled you by the hand he held, placing his still gloved free hand on the small of your back. Your eyes fluttered closed giving Bakugou the green light to lean in himself for a kiss he’d thought about more than he’d like to admit. Mere centimeters away where he could just barely feel your lips, your hands pressed against his chest to stop him. 

“What—?” He breathed and you wiggled out of his grasp. Did he do something wrong?

“I can’t. I just can’t.” You exhaled with worry in your voice. 

“I don’t get it. We clearly are both attracted to each other, so why—?” He growled in irritation. He felt like he was a starving animal and his only meal was being dangled in front of him, only to be yanked out of his reach when he was close. 

“This is gonna sound idiotic, but I think I like someone else too.” You said so quickly he almost didn’t process it. There’s someone else? 

“And who would that be?”

“Since I started judging the show, there’s one of the contestants that I’ve started to catch feelings for too… I like you, Bakugou I really do. But until I know who is under that mask I can’t love you in good conscious.” You refused to look at him directly. Now that was a twist Bakugou wasn’t expecting at all. 

“It’s actually kinda ironic because I got invested because I thought he was you.” You finally looked at him directly, “But I know it’s not but I’m in too deep. I gotta know. I’m sorry.” 

Bakugou’s shoulders actually relaxed at this. He never thought he would be in competition with himself, but anything seemed to be possible with you involved. He puffed out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair searching for the right words to say next. Fuck it, he’ll take this to the end. He was going to win this competition and you no matter what. Revealing himself now wasn’t smart, it was too soon.

“Alright. I’ll wait.” 

You blinked in surprise, “I’m sorry, what?”

He rolled his eyes, “I said I’ll wait, idiot. If you think you like that other guy more than me after the show is over I can’t force ya.”

You stood speechless yet again. He knew this was awfully out of character for him but it was necessary for now. Your face melted into a soft smile of relief, “Thanks for understanding. It’s been killing me for days.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” He waved you off and finally went to sit behind his desk to resume his work. You stood there with a tearfully thankful look. 

“Are you gonna kick me out of your office for rejecting you?” You asked. Bakugou simply shrugged, signaling you could stay if you wanted to. He would be lying if he thought he didn’t miss your random visits to his office. 

“Thanks, Bakugou.” 

“Katsuki.” He corrected. 

“Right.” You smiled while taking your usual seat in front of him. 

Mina delivered a swift smack to your arm in shock, “You’re joking!! And you pushed him away?”

The two of you sat in Mina’s dressing room to eat before getting ready for the semi final filming. You absently picked at your meal with your plastic fork, mercilessly poking at a strip of chicken. You recounted the incident from three days ago to her between you and Katsuki. Your mind was still reeling and you wondered if you made the best choice. 

“Yeah. He said he would wait and there’s no hard feelings.” You hummed. 

“That’s awfully considerate of him. He’s acting so strange. Normally he wouldn’t be so open to losing to someone else no matter how small the stakes were.” She tapped her fork on the empty edge of her food container in thought. She readjusted herself in the couch you both shared and leaned in, “But how romantic is it that he’s that determined to have you? Our little Bakugou has become a man.” She sighed dramatically. 

“Yeah well,” you began, “Romantic or not my heart is being pulled in two different directions and I have no idea who the other one is. Like think about it! What if it’s someone he and I both know well? Like Deku or Todoroki?” You posed. 

“To be fair, I’m almost certain the Green Bunny is Deku and the Penguin is Todoroki. So no worries there.” She quipped. 

“But what if! That’s just an example, but the point is that’s not going to go over well.” Your hands gestured wildly as an extension of your frustration. 

Mina eyed you for a moment before setting her container down on the table before you both, “So what if it is? Isn’t Bakugou still your obvious choice? From what you told me you guys seem to get along pretty well. Bakugou’s never had a girlfriend you know. So if he’s pursuing you this hard for a relationship of all things, it means he’s serious.” 

“I know.” You moaned, “And I like him too, so bad. No matter who shows up in my life I keep finding myself chasing after him. But the curiosity is still killing me. I just gotta know.”

“You know what would be funny?” Mina said already beginning to laugh, “If Hell Hound was him all along and he was just tricking us all.” 

“What makes you say that?” You looked at her suspiciously. She merely shrugged.

“Dunno. A hunch I guess? I just don’t believe Bakugou would be this calm unless he was competing with himself.”

You scoffed, “Oh please. He’d fight his reflection if he could.” 

That made Mina laugh so hard she nearly choked which made you laugh next. There was a soft knock on Mina’s dressing room door. 

“Ladies! You have two hours till set!” The PA from the other side warned. You sighed and moved to grab your stuff to get moving. 

“We’ll talk about this later?” Mina offered with a sympathetic look. 

“Yeah. Right now I’m gonna drown my sorrows in complimentary drinks and beautification.” You sighed.

“That’s the spirit!” 

Bakugou watched anxiously from his own dressing room in the opposite wing of the studio complex. His screen was displaying the show live right before him. His gut did a stupid little flutter when the camera panned to your face yet again to do your introduction for the fifth time. You had chosen a berry red dress that draped down your body. It was a bit more revealing than you normally wore, but you weren’t gonna catch him complaining. You wore your hair in a high ponytail with those same front pieces he was fond of framing your face as you always did. You were nothing short of stunning and it pained him that he was stuck on the other side of a monitor to watch. 

I gotta win two more times and it’s over, he thought. He was gonna miss doing this shockingly, but the Hound costume was getting real stuffy for his taste. He was sweating bullets in that thing. Thank god the crew cleaned it after every taping. 

It was the semi finals and the only four left were himself, the Green Bunny, the Penguin, and the Golden Retriever. Present Mic was the last one to go last week. Eleven, and Miruko were the episodes before that. If he had been paying attention closely that meant that his performance had to be even cleaner than before with less contestants to pad himself out with. He was gonna have to shake things up to ensure he stayed engaging for those watching. He brought this up with his vocal coaches and choreographers of course, who all agreed with him, and offered several solutions. 

“This is gonna sound risky, but I promise that you can do it if you train real hard. Shouldn’t be too hard for a pro hero, right?” Ren flashed a confident grin. She headed over to the stereo system and typed in god knows what before hitting play. The speakers in the studio filled the room with a slow, melodic RnB song he wasn’t familiar with. Granted, he didn’t know any of the songs he sang so far. The pitch was a bit higher than he was used to, but he felt confident he could do it. Bakugou actually wasn’t too bad after some coaching. 

“We know that the Hell Hound can be bad ass and sexy, but can he be soft? Sensual? Without losing his hard exterior? Versatility is the word of the week, my young protégés.” Ren turned to him fiddling her fingers like a scheming fly. His brow quirked up at the question. Hell if he knew. He went with his gut half the time and just waited to see what stuck when it came to “sensuality” or whatever else Ren had hinted to. 

“Sensuality isn’t exactly in my job description.” His modified voice responded causing the three trainers to exchange glances.

“Well,” Naoki began with a determined look, “Thats why you’re learning from us. We’ll teach you exactly what you need.”

By the end of training, Bakugou felt like he finally understood what they meant. The only way to find out if his work payed off was to perform and hope he wasn’t eliminated. He suited up in his Hell Hound get up once again once the buzzer in his room gave him the thirty minute warning. He briefly wondered if he would be able to keep the suit if he asked, despite how hot the damned thing was he had grown quite fond of it. He smoothed out the mesh shirt and adjusted the studded belt that hung on his hips. While inspecting himself in the mirror he decided to snap a mirror selfie without the mask on. Maybe once the thing was all over he could start using social media to capitalize on his inevitable new founded popularity. The idea made him grin. Slipping his phone into his back pocket, he shimmied the mask onto his head for the fifth time. 

You tapped the end of your pen on your notes impatiently as the cameras reset over the commercial break. The Green Bunny had just preformed and all four judges had guessed that it was Deku under the mask. It was painfully obvious due to the hints he chose to give the audience and judges.

“He’s more naive than I thought.” Mina said without looking at any of the judges in particular, “Who else but Deku would say that he sang for the quirkless?”

Kaminari hummed in agreement, “It was a great answer though. His public approval is definitely gonna go up after that one.”

“Yeah sure, but, if you wanna be discreet give a better answer than that!” Mina contrasted. Truthfully you weren’t absorbing much of what was going on around you. You could only think about the fact the Hell Hound was going to perform next. It was actually quite beautifully ironic that fans of yours and the show started shipping you and the Hell Hound after your not so subtle flirtations with him from the judges table. You assumed most people thought it was for TV, but you were very serious. You just hoped it wasn’t someone that you worked with or was friends with. You also thought about Katsuki and what he was doing in that moment. Was he keeping an eye on social media or was he patrolling the city alone like he always did? You always wondered how he didn’t get lonely being left alone to his own devices all the time. Thats true dedication to justice.

“Judges, we’re back in five…four…” your ear piece dragged you back into reality and you felt your stomach flip a bit. This was it. You were gonna see the Hound again and it was possible you may see his real face tonight. 

You were growing fonder of Kirishima and his hosting abilities each week. You wished that the show kept him permanently. His red suit came back into view and stopped in front of the main camera on center stage. 

“Welcome back to the Masked Singer: All Heroes Season! Last week we said goodbye to another hero from our stacked guest list. This week we decide who will join us in our live final episode. Will it be The Golden Retriever? The Green Bunny? The Penguin? Or the Hell Hound? Only two can advance to the finals and be awarded the Golden Mask Award.” Kirishima announced. The audience was vibrating with anticipation and excitement. You had to admit this season was the best one by far and it wasn’t because you were one of the judges either. You hadn’t guessed a single person right yet from how unexpected the line up was. 

Kirishima waited for dramatic effect, “Welcome our last performance of the night… With the most tweets on social media in Masked Singer History: The Hell Hound!”

The person you had been longing for all night walked out of the entry way. His usual matte black attire hung off his body in a god like way. You just had to know who could be this hot in a dog costume. His stride gave off such a cool confidence, like he was used to such adoration and attention. 

“His eyes are up there you know—“

“I will deck you, Mina” 

Your pink bestie let out a muted laugh due to the roar of the audience below you two. The Hound assumed his position at the center of the stage, letting the faceless dancers join him yet again for another performance. You wondered just what he had planned for everyone tonight. The competition was narrowing and it was easy to stumble and fall this deep into the race. Heavy bass and synth reverberated through the studio and his usual deep bass was replaced by an airy vibrato. His singing took such a languid pace that felt like the musical equivalent of a wave washing over you repeatedly. You were taken aback, you expected a more in your face song like he usually did. The crowd was just as stunned and was letting out immeasurable amounts of cheers. He took full use of the amenities the show had to offer seeing as a lower pitched recording of his voice played along side his live singing. His movements had improved over the weeks and had loosened to be a lot more relaxed. He swayed with the beat change, letting his fingerless gloved hand trace down his mesh chest. You felt your hands twitch with want. Your insides were on fire. 

Slow rider

Rough side first

There’s no words for a touch like hers

Say that you’ll stay all night

Bathe in my touch all right

Tell me all the things you like 

His voice dropped low again without warning as he dropped to his knees. The back up dancers crowded around him yanking his jacket off in a swift movement leaving him in his mesh top that apparently was sleeveless. It was such a quick movement that if you blinked a second too early you would’ve missed it. It almost took you out as you sprung to your feet with your mouth agape. You could hear Mina’s scandalized scream at your side and Kaminari’s deranged laughter and clapping. He let his body be carried by the wave like instrumentals while reaching out to the crowd. You silently thanked whatever higher power was present that this performance was being recorded. You were going to burn this day into your memory and your laptop. 

I can tell by the way that you walk

I can tell by the way that you talk

I can tell by the way that you move

I can tell by the way that you drop

You wanna rock with me all through the night

Stay with me every single night

Play with me all through the night

Just stay with me, girl, oh, stay with me all night

He joined the back up dancers in a line with himself in the center. Like dominoes they leaned over one by one to then snap up in tandem to roll their bodies in a snake like fashion. You could feel your body temperature rising to dangerous levels. There was no way he was getting unmasked tonight. His performance was by far the most polished and entertaining. The Hound whispered his last lyric into the microphone and it sent chills down your spine. The audience was in hysterics and were chanting for the Hound, even howling while mimicking his ears with their hands like they always did. The Hound’s chest heaved as he held his finishing pose. The back up dancers scurried over to him handing back his jacket that he promptly swung over his shoulder and held like some damn model. Kirishima reentered the stage with a shocked expression on his face and fanning it with his cue cards. 

“Did we ever expect anything less from the Hell Hound?” He asked the crowd. The crowd exclaimed enthusiastically which made him nod with approval. 

Kirishima and the Hound turned to you and your fellow judges, “What say you, (y/n)? You seem to be The Hell Hound’s biggest fan.”

Before you could even open your mouth, the screen at the center of the stage changed to show a screenshot of a tweet you made on week three. The tweet contained a picture of your TV at home of The Hell Hound performing with the caption ‘DM me if you look like this’. The crowd started to laugh and hoot, you should’ve known better. You sent that out to be funny and now it was blown up to be analyzed pixel per pixel. 

“A-Ah, it seems that I am! I’ll be honest since my cards are all out on the table. I’m actually upset you did so well. Now I have to wait more to see who you are because you’re for sure winning this. I’ve never seen such elastic performances than I have this season. Amazing work!” You gushed ending with an applause which everyone followed. The Hound only offered a curt nod. 

“Echoing literally everything (y/n) said. During your performance, everyone behind this table was absolutely losing it. Outstanding work…! I still have no idea who you are though.” Kaminari quickly added which elicited a laugh from Kirishima and the audience. 

Jirou leaned forward a bit, “I’m happy to see that you took my advice and not only ran with it, but made it into something of your own. Its not easy to do and I hope you don’t leave this competition to never sing again. You have a gift!” 

“I’ve been inspired to take chances and do something a lot of pros don’t have the chance to do, which is have fun.” The Hound’s modified voice cut through the momentary pause, “I hope you all remember that when you find out who I am.”

There was murmurs mixed with cheers. Your mind was ringing alarm bells again. The whole mystery was driving you insane, just when you’re sure its not Katsuki something happened that made you doubt yourself. You spared a glance at your fellow judges, it seemed like they were also thinking similar things. Well, you weren’t too sure about Kaminari… 

“Well I’m sure we’ll all love you regardless of who you are. Please give it up for the Hell Hound!” Kirishima brought out another round of applause from the audience. The show progressed to the final moment of truth for the night. All four contestants were lined up in darkness again on stage awaiting their fate. Kirishima stood at the front of stage waiting for the audience members to vote and online votes to be tallied. After what seemed like ages, his ear piece fed him the results. 

“Two of our singers will be leaving us tonight! The results are in from you all at home and from you all here with us today. The heroes leaving us are…” Kirishima paused and the studio was deathly silent save for the suspenseful music that the production crew was playing. You covered your eyes and impatiently bounced your legs. The echo of the spotlights made you finally look. Bathed in lights was the Penguin and the Golden Retriever. You breathed a sigh of disappointed relief. 

Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!

Black clad PA’s filtered on stage to help the two eliminated get their masks off. Your eyes widened into saucers when the first mask was lifted and you saw peaks of red and white hair. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could’ve prepared you for what was under the other mask. Iconic blonde hair and ice blue eyes popped out from under the Golden Retriever mask. You and your fellow judges shot from your seats in utter shock. Even the split haired man looked shocked to see the unmasked man next to him. Kirishima let out a yell of excited surprise and quickly lifted the microphone to his mouth, “Please give a round of applause to Number Three Hero Shoto and our retired Symbol of Peace: All Might!”

“Ain’t no way. Say sike right now. Please say sike!!” You brought your hands to your hairsprayed hair and turned to look around to make sense of the reveal. 

“Now this is a reveal! I had no idea!” Mina clapped wildly and even whistled. The Green Bunny and Hell Hound both clapped along with the rest of the set. This was truly a heavy hitter season. Kirishima hurriedly approached All Might with his microphone.

“All Might, sir! Thank you for giving us the opportunity to sing every week. Please tell us: why did you agree to be here?” 

All Might offered a simple smile and leaned into the microphone, “Seemed like a fun thing to do considering my retirement. I quite liked this show so I thought, why not?”

The crowd seemed satisfied with his response, chanting for another song from the newly eliminated heroes. Both seemed like they had a song prepared in case they were eliminated and both sang a duet to some song you didn’t recognize with a happy melody. The show ended on a high note leaving the final two between the Green Bunny and the Hell Hound. It was almost poetic since you knew it was Deku in that green suit. He had surpassed All Might once again solidifying it for you that he truly was his successor. The two finalists were ushered off as the judges table were allowed to leave to get out of hair and makeup. It was close to midnight when filming was wrapped out and you were released to your hotel. Usually you and the other judges would talk theories in the hotel bar after each episode, but it seemed like most of you just wanted to go straight to bed. You sat in your comfy hotel bed, your hair still somewhat intact from filming. You didn’t think you could wait another two weeks for the final filming. It would be live too so everyone in Japan would find out at the same time as you just who exactly your mystery man was. Two weeks until you had to give Bakugou a straight answer. Mina’s conversation with you resounded in your conscious. Was Katsuki that good of a liar? He seemed like he was so bad at it, his actions always gave him away. You started to drift asleep to the sounds of the city and the hum of the hotel room’s heater. You dreamt of nothing that night, the stimulus of the day tiring even your imagination. 

Bakugou put on his usual practice clothes and his simple mask for another week of practice. It was the last time he was gonna work with Naoki, Ren, and Kenji and he was actually gonna miss the trio. They had grown quite friendly and he owed his wins to their expertise and dedication. He made a mental note to thank them properly once the show was over. His feet took him out of his dressing room and through the familiar halls to the double doors of the practice room. The show had a pretty strict practice schedule so he tried to be on time. The reflection of the wall length mirrors revealed his trainers all standing in a cluster talking amongst themselves as they usually did. They all stopped to look at Bakugou who silently continued his stride over to them for another week of preparation. 

“Good to see you again! Thanks for being so on time every week.” Ren offered a friendly wave. Bakugou simply nodded as he shoved his hands into his pockets. 

Naoki had a sentimental look on his face, “It’s our last week together, so let’s make this the one that pushes you all the way. We’re all rooting for you!” 

Kenji raised his hand to give a thumbs up and nothing more. Bakugou was a bit sentimental as well, he respected those who worked hard and were strong. Even though the three before him did vastly different work than him, he could respect the craft and the effort it took to be even half decent. 

Ren recaptured his wandering mind with some surprising news, “Since it’s the final episode, the producers want to go for a banging opener before your actual performance. So you’ll have to learn two sets this week.” 

“I can handle it.” He replied gruffly. 

“Well… the first set is a partnered piece. They’re pairing you up with one of the female judges.” Ren relayed to him which made his eyes nearly bug out of its sockets. It had to be some kind of joke. What if it was…? 

The double doors jolted open, the last person he expected tumbled in. His head whipped around to catch sight of a familiar head of (h/c) hair. You held the doors open as you adjusted the sneakers on your feet, one leg bent behind you to adjust the folded in back as you held your balance on the bar of the door. The PA who escorted you gave everything a once over and left.

“Sorry I’m late! My ride was late because of the traffic.” You apologized, slightly bowing while making your way to join him and everyone else. His hands grew sweatier than usual, this wasn’t in his plan at all. 

Ren was oblivious to the whole situation and waved you over, “No worries Miss Ricochet! We haven’t even started so you’re right on time! We were just filling in your partner on what this week is gonna be like.” 

You stood next to him now, your curious eyes raking over his figure that was now free of his usual get up. Bakugou silently prayed to get out of the situation without a slip up. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, it was as if the producers knew what was going on. 

“Nice to join you from the other side of the table, Hell Hound. Hope we get along.” You said with a bit of mischief in your tone. He couldn’t wait to punish you for this. 

“Okay! So, let’s familiarize ourselves with the duet track first. It’s only a minute long performance so it’ll be easy to get through. You have some musical experience, right Ricochet?” Naoki shifted his hair beneath the cap he wore.

You nodded, “I have some yes!”

“Excellent! Let’s run the track so me and Ren can demonstrate what we have in mind. Kenji go on ahead and man the stereo!” Naoki commanded while taking center with Ren. You and Bakugou stood off to the side to observe the routine he was going to have to pull off in the coming days. 

“So Uh…” His modified voice began, “Did you volunteer for this?”

“Yeah. They asked who wanted to perform with you and it was a unanimous vote that it should’ve been me. I’m not complaining though.” You shrugged like it was no big deal. Your sleeves were pushed up to your elbows leaving your forearms exposed.

A satisfied smile spread across his hidden face. The bracelet still had its home on your wrist. He became hyper aware of his own on his wrist underneath the sleeves of the zip up hoodie he wore. 

Bakugou briefly wondered when he became so soft. 

Pairing: multiple mha characters x Female Reader

Warnings: cussing (If I miss anything, tell me)

Word count: less than 500 words :)

A/N: Omg I loved writing this. It was very fun to write!! So thank you for requesting this my lovely person you know who you are <3!! Your requests are coming. It is just taking a little longer than I thought. If I mess up on anything, tell me. And feedback is encouraged. Luv u all. Ɛ> likes and reblogs are appreciated.

Shoto Todoroki

Whenever you were out with Shoto and you saw a kid you would grab his arm and make him look at the small child. He would look at you looking at the small child and his heart would melt because he knew how much you loved kids. You guys thought about having a kid of your own but he was hesitant because he thought that he wouldn’t make a good father. But that was okay with you, you would wait until he was ready. And maybe one day he would be.

Tenya Ida

You both loved kids so much. Especially babies. Whenever Izuku and Uraraka asked you to watch their kids, you guys would immediately say yes! Because how could you guys say no to watching some babies? Tenya and you were both trying for a child but it hasn’t happened yet. But he told you not to worry about it because it will happen sooner or later. So when you found out you were pregnant you immediately ran to his agency and told him he was going to be a father. He was ecstatic he couldn’t wait to hold his baby boy (he is positive its a boy ) in his arms.

Katsuki Bakugo

You loved kids, your boyfriend, Katsuki on the other hand…let’s just say kids annoyed the heckie out of him. You worked with kids everyday and you loved it. You wanted a kid but he said no, not surprising. You begged him, and he still said no. And everytime you would ask he would say “GODDAMMIT WOMEN I DON’T WANT A BABY!!!” So you would let it go and didn’t bring it up again. A few months later Kirishima announced that he was going to be a father. And let me tell you that didn’t sit right with Katsuki. He took you home and fucked you until he put a baby in you. Because if someone was going to be a father it was going to be him not shitty hair.

Izuku Midoriya

My sweet little broccoli boy Deku. *sigh* He loved kids more than you. and that’s saying a lot because you loved kids. You always loved kids and being a teacher let you work with kids everyday. You always like to see your kids excel in their work. And whenever they did something funny you had to tell Deku. Deku lived for the stories you told him about your kids. You guys wanted kids but decided to wait until you guys settled into your new apartment. You both couldn’t wait till that day came.