adoringmha

[adoringmha]

bakugo x reader • suggestive / smut-ish

trying the tabs chocolate with katsuki, and at first he didn’t want to. “i don’t need any help in that department, sweetheart.”

but after you explained you’ve always wanted to try it just to see what it’s like, he caves cause he’d do anything for you.

to be honest, he didn’t think it was going to work cause he doesn’t believe anything. and it took a little while to sink in.

“i told you it’s a scam.”

“just give it a minute babe.”

you’re both sitting on the couch, his legs spread as he lounges comfortably, you under his arm, tucked into his side.

all of a sudden, your boyfriend gets quiet, his breathing gets heavier as he’s trying to process—is this thing really working?

he starts shifting on the couch, raising his hips a bit, as his pants suddenly feel tighter, and you notice, squeezing your thighs together as you start to feel warmer.

you sigh slowly, "i...i think it's–"

he grabs your thigh, his voice already deeper than it was a minute ago, "get on top of me."

you pause for a split second before climbing on top of him. the both of you look at each other, breathing deeply for about three seconds before practically fusing together.

your torso is pressed up against his with no space in between, tongues already toying with each other's as you grip onto one another. his hands are roaming your body, holding you down against him while you grind against his lap and he bucks against you.

you trail your lips urgently to his neck, leaving marks on him as he groans and closes his eyes in pure need.

"fuck i can't believe-" he gives up on his words and grabs your jaw with one hand, dragging your mouth back to his.

he can't believe a few things––one, that this chocolate shit actually worked, two, that it's physically possible for him to want you even more than he normally does, and three, that he can actually feel the blood pumping in his veins that's how bad his body aches for you.

but saying all that is way less important than getting to feel your body and make the both of you feel good, so he focuses on the needy, almost guttural moans you're letting out as he reaches into your pants, groaning against your lips when he feels how wet you are.

okay, maybe the chocolate isn't a scam, and you definitely need to try this again sometime.

[adoringmha]

bakugo x reader • suggestive / smut-ish

trying the tabs chocolate with katsuki, and at first he didn’t want to. “i don’t need any help in that department, sweetheart.”

but after you explained you’ve always wanted to try it just to see what it’s like, he caves cause he’d do anything for you.

to be honest, he didn’t think it was going to work cause he doesn’t believe anything. and it took a little while to sink in.

“i told you it’s a scam.”

“just give it a minute babe.”

you’re both sitting on the couch, his legs spread as he lounges comfortably, you under his arm, tucked into his side.

all of a sudden, your boyfriend gets quiet, his breathing gets heavier as he’s trying to process—is this thing really working?

he starts shifting on the couch, raising his hips a bit, as his pants suddenly feel tighter, and you notice, squeezing your thighs together as you start to feel warmer.

you sigh slowly, "i...i think it's–"

he grabs your thigh, his voice already deeper than it was a minute ago, "get on top of me."

you pause for a split second before climbing on top of him. the both of you look at each other, breathing deeply for about three seconds before practically fusing together.

your torso is pressed up against his with no space in between, tongues already toying with each other's as you grip onto one another. his hands are roaming your body, holding you down against him while you grind against his lap and he bucks against you.

you trail your lips urgently to his neck, leaving marks on him as he groans and closes his eyes in pure need.

"fuck i can't believe-" he gives up on his words and grabs your jaw with one hand, dragging your mouth back to his.

he can't believe a few things––one, that this chocolate shit actually worked, two, that it's physically possible for him to want you even more than he normally does, and three, that he can actually feel the blood pumping in his veins that's how bad his body aches for you.

but saying all that is way less important than getting to feel your body and make the both of you feel good, so he focuses on the needy, almost guttural moans you're letting out as he reaches into your pants, groaning against your lips when he feels how wet you are.

okay, maybe the chocolate isn't a scam, and you definitely need to try this again sometime.

[adoringmha]

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[adoringmha]

bakugo x reader • suggestive / smut-ish

trying the tabs chocolate with katsuki, and at first he didn’t want to. “i don’t need any help in that department, sweetheart.”

but after you explained you’ve always wanted to try it just to see what it’s like, he caves cause he’d do anything for you.

to be honest, he didn’t think it was going to work cause he doesn’t believe anything. and it took a little while to sink in.

“i told you it’s a scam.”

“just give it a minute babe.”

you’re both sitting on the couch, his legs spread as he lounges comfortably, you under his arm, tucked into his side.

all of a sudden, your boyfriend gets quiet, his breathing gets heavier as he’s trying to process—is this thing really working?

he starts shifting on the couch, raising his hips a bit, as his pants suddenly feel tighter, and you notice, squeezing your thighs together as you start to feel warmer.

you sigh slowly, "i...i think it's–"

he grabs your thigh, his voice already deeper than it was a minute ago, "get on top of me."

you pause for a split second before climbing on top of him. the both of you look at each other, breathing deeply for about three seconds before practically fusing together.

your torso is pressed up against his with no space in between, tongues already toying with each other's as you grip onto one another. his hands are roaming your body, holding you down against him while you grind against his lap and he bucks against you.

you trail your lips urgently to his neck, leaving marks on him as he groans and closes his eyes in pure need.

"fuck i can't believe-" he gives up on his words and grabs your jaw with one hand, dragging your mouth back to his.

he can't believe a few things––one, that this chocolate shit actually worked, two, that it's physically possible for him to want you even more than he normally does, and three, that he can actually feel the blood pumping in his veins that's how bad his body aches for you.

but saying all that is way less important than getting to feel your body and make the both of you feel good, so he focuses on the needy, almost guttural moans you're letting out as he reaches into your pants, groaning against your lips when he feels how wet you are.

okay, maybe the chocolate isn't a scam, and you definitely need to try this again sometime.

[adoringmha]

you're pregnant... katsuki made sure to remind you every single time you leaned/bent over to pick something up, when you attempted to cook something for him before he gets back from work, or even if you tried to make the bed in the mornings... he fussed over the littlest things, refusing to let you exert yourself in any manner, other than the exercises he planned out for you...

then front door burst open, and katsuki stomped in, arms loaded with grocery bags, as he kicked off his boots. his gaze immediately moved from the smiled you greeted him with on your face, to the vacuum cleaner, still on in your hand.

"the hell d'ya think yer doin'?" he barked, dumping the bags onto the kitchen counter. before you could even open your mouth to respond, he was already striding across the room, snatching the vacuum from your hands like it was some sort of threat. "are ya' outta yer damn mind?"

you blinked at him, caught completely off guard by his sudden outburst. "i was just cleaning, katsuki... relax."

"relax?" his voice jumped an octave, disbelief dripping from his tone. he jabbed a finger toward your growing belly, to remind you yet again, as if you weren't walking around with all day. "y' shouldn't be messin' with this crap!"

crossing your arms, you fought to keep calm. "babe i'm pregnant, not incapable... the living room was a disaster, and i wanted to do something about it."

"i don't give a damn about the livin' room!" he fired back, his hands flying as he gestured. "what if you tripped? or hurt yourself? or—"

"or what? did something to pass time until you came home?" you cut in, narrowing your eyes. "i wasn't doing anything dangerous, katsuki. it's vacuuming, not weightlifting."

his jaw tightened, the muscles visibly straining as his teeth ground together. "doesn't matter. this ain't happenin' again."

you raised a brow, letting out a disbelieving scoff. "oh, really?" you grabbed a pillow from the couch and lobbed it at him, square in the chest, and he caught it, his expression a mix of shock and annoyance. "you're being ridiculous!"

"ridiculous?" he repeated, his tone dropping into that familiar low growl that always made your heart skip. tossing the pillow aside, he pointed firmly at the couch. "sit. down. now."

you held your ground, the heat of irritation flaring up again. "katsuki—"

"don't 'katsuki' me!" he snapped, his stance shifting as his hands found his hips, and he watched you up and down, with that stubborn glint in his eyes... "you either sit, or i make you."

"you wouldn't dare," you shot back, glaring at him.

"wanna test me?" he challenged, stepping closer, daring you to defy him.

the sheer intensity of his protectiveness was as frustrating as it was endearing. with an exaggerated sigh, you flopped onto the couch. "there. happy?"

"for now," he grumbled, shooting you a final warning glance before heading toward the coffee table to start tidying up the clutter.

leaning back against the cushions, you watched him work, your earlier irritation slowly fading away, taking in the tension in his shoulders, the tight set of his jaw—he wasn't just being overbearing. he was scared, though he'd never admit it.

"you're way more stressed about this whole pregnancy thing than i am." you teased, breaking the silence.

"yeah, well," he muttered without looking at you, stacking magazines with unnecessary force, "i can't do much else, so i'm makin' sure you don' screw anythin' up."

a soft chuckle escaped your lips, "your impossible," you teased, picking up a pillow to hold it against your belly.

"yeah, yeah," he replied, his tone softer now. he glanced your way briefly, the worry in his eyes undeniable. "i just don' want anythin' happenin' t' ya' or our kid."

your heart softened at his honesty. "i get it, kats."

"good." he said, returning to his self-appointed task. "now shut up 'n let me finish this. i'll do it better anyway."

you gasped dramatically, by the jab at your cleaning skills, and threw another pillow at him, landing it against the side of his face, the shocked glare that followed was sooo worth it. and he just watched as you held his brat in your belly, laughing at him.

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[adoringmha]

reading this again made me think of katuski who really just needs your kisses throughout the day. like, it's a part of his routine, and once he adds something to his strict regime, it becomes essential, and his whole day feels off without it.

so even when you're both mad at each other over some petty argument, he can't leave the house without a kiss goodbye. he'll grumble and come up to you while you're on your laptop, blatantly ignoring him.

he stands there, grinding his teeth, as he glares down at you. you look ahead, still not sparing him a glance, and blink a few times in annoyance when he stays silent for a whole 30 seconds.

"can i help you?" your voice is tight, as you roll your eyes.

"i'm leavin."

"okay?" you answer, clipped, silently and secretly cursing at yourself for pushing him away when you know what he wants (it's what you want too). you're just too stubborn, sometimes more than him.

he shifts on his feet. "i'm leaving." his voice is quiet, slightly timid, but still stiff. you know he's pouting internally.

his eyes are burning onto your face with how hard he's staring, a silent demand (plea) in his gaze and presence.

you glance up at him and feel your resolve cracking, no matter how much you want to grab the pieces and jam them back together to stand your ground.

you manage to glare at him for a solid five seconds before you look away and give in. but you're still stubborn about the way you do.

"i'm not getting up." you still keep your gaze away from him, because you know if you do, you'll want to give in even further and wrap yourself around him like a koala, like a moth to a flame.

he responds like a petulant child needing to get the last word in as he bends down, "didn't say you had to."

his eyes glance over your face and he bites his tongue to not say anything snarky to make you change your mind. his hand lightly tilts your head and he presses his lips against yours sweetly, despite the tension (that's slowly dissipating) between you two.

he gives you a sweet, long kiss, it's an apology, a reminder that he loves you, and a goodbye to keep him going for the rest of the day.

your hand comes up to rest on his that's still holding you in place, his thumb absentmindedly running light circles on your cheek. you can practically feel yourself getting lighter, looser.

when he pulls away, you can almost feel the cord of tension wanting to pull the two of you together again for another kiss, but you both fight it. he takes his time letting his hand slide away from you and the both of you stare into each others eyes for a few seconds before he clears his throat.

"i'll see you." his voice is quieter than before, barely a whisper.

you lick your lips and his eyes catch onto the motion. "be safe."

he stands up straight and nods slightly. "always."

and okay, you won't admit it but maybe, you needed the kiss just as much as him. it is a part of your routine after all.

[adoringmha]

okay that same tik tok trend where ur bf ranks the physical touch but w izuku-

you set up the camera, recording as you start to explain, “okay so you’re gonna rank how upset you would be if another guy touched me in different ways.”

izuku’s brows furrowed, eyes widening. “what baby?…” his tone confused and slightly worried.

you laugh, “it’s okay, alright it’s from one to ten, one being the worst.”

he nods and looks to the screen with you. “mkay…”

the image stops and your boyfriend laughs awkwardly and a little uncomfortable at the idea.

someone giving you a shoulder massage.

“why would you need someone else to-??? uhhh.. um okay.” he pauses to think, taking it very seriously. “hmm i guess four.”

you smile to yourself, knowing how much worse other options can be. “okay.”

a handshake.

he brightens up, a smile on his face. “oh! that’s fine, ten. very appropriate.”

cuddling in bed.

his smile crumbles and you bite back a laugh, feeling slightly bad.

“are you in a bed?!”

you nod, looking at him, “mhm.”

he blinks several times. “two.”

“you okay baby?”

he puts an arm around your waist and takes a deep breath, forcing a smile. “mhm.”

you kiss his cheek before pressing the screen again, making him relax a bit.

someone give you a piggy back ride.

he laughs louder this time.

you tease him, “well maybe i like sprained my ankle or something you know.”

“three please.”

you smile.

someone giving you a bath.

he laughs in complete disbelief, borderline panicking as he puts a hand to his forehead as though he’s about to faint.

he mutters to himself, “i can’t even imagine how i would…why would this even…”

he looks back at the screen, “put that at one immediately please.”

someone squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

his lips part for a moment then close. he’s starting to look visibly more bothered, a grumpy pout on his face. “five.”

when you go to tap the screen again, he stops you.

his hand squeezes your waist, eyes basically pleading. “um…do we have to keep playing this?”

maybe you’ve tortured him enough.

[adoringmha]

your drabble's about the physical touch trend are so good 💕 if any day you feel like it, can you write one with shouto? if not that's totally okay, i'm sorry!!

pls so i actually just saw a tik tok that gave me shouto vibes so here we go

“okay so you’re going to rank how bothered you would be if another guy touched me in different ways from 1 to 10.”

todoroki blinks, looking at you sideways. “why would another man touch you?”

you laugh, “it’s just the trend, it’s not real.”

he sighs, “okay,” and continues eating his chips.

it starts off strong.

someone giving you a piggy back ride.

your boyfriend makes a face of disgust and turns to you then back to the phone.

“three.”

someone cuddling with you in bed.

he blinks in disbelief and turns to you again, saying your name in offense. “why would you ever feel the need to do that?”

“it’s a hypothetical, babe.”

“well i hypothetically don’t like it.” he crunches a chip aggressively before putting the bag aside and crosses his arms. “one.”

someone hugging you from behind.

again, he looks at you. “no…that’s terrible.” he shakes his head. “two.”

someone popping a pimple for you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on.”

you answer around a laugh, "it's someone popping a pimple for me."

he frowns, a mixture of confusion and botheration in his features. "that's...odd but also intimate. i also don't like that." he turns to you like a pouting child. "i don't like any of these, they're all bad."

you know he's silently asking you if you can stop playing the game, so you give in to your pouty cat of a boyfriend and let him continue eating his forgotten snack with a kiss on his cheek. "alright, no more torture today."

he gives you a small smile, "thank you."

[adoringmha]

your drabble's about the physical touch trend are so good 💕 if any day you feel like it, can you write one with shouto? if not that's totally okay, i'm sorry!!

pls so i actually just saw a tik tok that gave me shouto vibes so here we go

“okay so you’re going to rank how bothered you would be if another guy touched me in different ways from 1 to 10.”

todoroki blinks, looking at you sideways. “why would another man touch you?”

you laugh, “it’s just the trend, it’s not real.”

he sighs, “okay,” and continues eating his chips.

it starts off strong.

someone giving you a piggy back ride.

your boyfriend makes a face of disgust and turns to you then back to the phone.

“three.”

someone cuddling with you in bed.

he blinks in disbelief and turns to you again, saying your name in offense. “why would you ever feel the need to do that?”

“it’s a hypothetical, babe.”

“well i hypothetically don’t like it.” he crunches a chip aggressively before putting the bag aside and crosses his arms. “one.”

someone hugging you from behind.

again, he looks at you. “no…that’s terrible.” he shakes his head. “two.”

someone popping a pimple for you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on.”

you answer around a laugh, "it's someone popping a pimple for me."

he frowns, a mixture of confusion and botheration in his features. "that's...odd but also intimate. i also don't like that." he turns to you like a pouting child. "i don't like any of these, they're all bad."

you know he's silently asking you if you can stop playing the game, so you give in to your pouty cat of a boyfriend and let him continue eating his forgotten snack with a kiss on his cheek. "alright, no more torture today."

he gives you a small smile, "thank you."

[adoringmha]

Sero can't quite place where he knows you.

He's been eyeing you from across the bar for a while now, watching you dip from friend to friend. The place is decorated for Halloween -orange lights, paper bats taped to the walls- and your skin glimmers under the neon. He's partially watching because he loves the way you move, the way you laugh-

but he's also sure that he knows you.

He ducks away from his friend with the promise of shots, only to make it across the way to you. You're dressed up for the evening.

"Ooh, a zombie," he teases. "Spooky."

You don't turn to look at him, instead choosing to peek out of the corner of your eye. There's a glimmer there that he knows, but just can't put his finger on. The smile you offer him is tight-lipped, pressing your painted lips into a thin, unreadable line.

"Yeah, I'm sure I'm a very scary sight, Hanta."

That confirms it: you do know each other. He laughs at himself for doubting it. With a swig of his drink, he leans in closer, trying both to be heard over the bar and get closer to you.

"You're Izuku's friend, right?"

You shake your head.

"Uh, do I know you through Jiro?"

You shake your head again.

"Gimme a hint."

"You really don't remember me?" you finally turn fully towards him. He studies the planes of your face, searching for anything to make the memory click into place, but it's not there.

"I meet a lot of people?" Sero tries to pass off.

You scoff out a laugh, rolling your tongue into your cheek with clear annoyance. With a roll of your eyes, you step back, hand on your hip.

"We dated, Hanta," you say through gritted teeth. "And you ghosted me."

Before he can say anything, you step further back, wiggling your fingers in the air with a mock illusion.

"I'm sure I'm really spooky now, huh?"

[adoringmha]

your drabble's about the physical touch trend are so good 💕 if any day you feel like it, can you write one with shouto? if not that's totally okay, i'm sorry!!

pls so i actually just saw a tik tok that gave me shouto vibes so here we go

“okay so you’re going to rank how bothered you would be if another guy touched me in different ways from 1 to 10.”

todoroki blinks, looking at you sideways. “why would another man touch you?”

you laugh, “it’s just the trend, it’s not real.”

he sighs, “okay,” and continues eating his chips.

it starts off strong.

someone giving you a piggy back ride.

your boyfriend makes a face of disgust and turns to you then back to the phone.

“three.”

someone cuddling with you in bed.

he blinks in disbelief and turns to you again, saying your name in offense. “why would you ever feel the need to do that?”

“it’s a hypothetical, babe.”

“well i hypothetically don’t like it.” he crunches a chip aggressively before putting the bag aside and crosses his arms. “one.”

someone hugging you from behind.

again, he looks at you. “no…that’s terrible.” he shakes his head. “two.”

someone popping a pimple for you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on.”

you answer around a laugh, "it's someone popping a pimple for me."

he frowns, a mixture of confusion and botheration in his features. "that's...odd but also intimate. i also don't like that." he turns to you like a pouting child. "i don't like any of these, they're all bad."

you know he's silently asking you if you can stop playing the game, so you give in to your pouty cat of a boyfriend and let him continue eating his forgotten snack with a kiss on his cheek. "alright, no more torture today."

he gives you a small smile, "thank you."

[adoringmha]

your drabble's about the physical touch trend are so good 💕 if any day you feel like it, can you write one with shouto? if not that's totally okay, i'm sorry!!

pls so i actually just saw a tik tok that gave me shouto vibes so here we go

“okay so you’re going to rank how bothered you would be if another guy touched me in different ways from 1 to 10.”

todoroki blinks, looking at you sideways. “why would another man touch you?”

you laugh, “it’s just the trend, it’s not real.”

he sighs, “okay,” and continues eating his chips.

it starts off strong.

someone giving you a piggy back ride.

your boyfriend makes a face of disgust and turns to you then back to the phone.

“three.”

someone cuddling with you in bed.

he blinks in disbelief and turns to you again, saying your name in offense. “why would you ever feel the need to do that?”

“it’s a hypothetical, babe.”

“well i hypothetically don’t like it.” he crunches a chip aggressively before putting the bag aside and crosses his arms. “one.”

someone hugging you from behind.

again, he looks at you. “no…that’s terrible.” he shakes his head. “two.”

someone popping a pimple for you.

“i don’t even know what’s going on.”

you answer around a laugh, "it's someone popping a pimple for me."

he frowns, a mixture of confusion and botheration in his features. "that's...odd but also intimate. i also don't like that." he turns to you like a pouting child. "i don't like any of these, they're all bad."

you know he's silently asking you if you can stop playing the game, so you give in to your pouty cat of a boyfriend and let him continue eating his forgotten snack with a kiss on his cheek. "alright, no more torture today."

he gives you a small smile, "thank you."

[adoringmha]

okay that same tik tok trend where ur bf ranks the physical touch but w izuku-

you set up the camera, recording as you start to explain, “okay so you’re gonna rank how upset you would be if another guy touched me in different ways.”

izuku’s brows furrowed, eyes widening. “what baby?…” his tone confused and slightly worried.

you laugh, “it’s okay, alright it’s from one to ten, one being the worst.”

he nods and looks to the screen with you. “mkay…”

the image stops and your boyfriend laughs awkwardly and a little uncomfortable at the idea.

someone giving you a shoulder massage.

“why would you need someone else to-??? uhhh.. um okay.” he pauses to think, taking it very seriously. “hmm i guess four.”

you smile to yourself, knowing how much worse other options can be. “okay.”

a handshake.

he brightens up, a smile on his face. “oh! that’s fine, ten. very appropriate.”

cuddling in bed.

his smile crumbles and you bite back a laugh, feeling slightly bad.

“are you in a bed?!”

you nod, looking at him, “mhm.”

he blinks several times. “two.”

“you okay baby?”

he puts an arm around your waist and takes a deep breath, forcing a smile. “mhm.”

you kiss his cheek before pressing the screen again, making him relax a bit.

someone give you a piggy back ride.

he laughs louder this time.

you tease him, “well maybe i like sprained my ankle or something you know.”

“three please.”

you smile.

someone giving you a bath.

he laughs in complete disbelief, borderline panicking as he puts a hand to his forehead as though he’s about to faint.

he mutters to himself, “i can’t even imagine how i would…why would this even…”

he looks back at the screen, “put that at one immediately please.”

someone squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

his lips part for a moment then close. he’s starting to look visibly more bothered, a grumpy pout on his face. “three.”

when you go to tap the screen again, he stops you.

his hand squeezes your waist, eyes basically pleading. “um…do we have to keep playing this?”

maybe you’ve tortured him enough.

[adoringmha]

reading this again made me think of katuski who really just needs your kisses throughout the day. like, it's a part of his routine, and once he adds something to his strict regime, it becomes essential, and his whole day feels off without it.

so even when you're both mad at each other over some petty argument, he can't leave the house without a kiss goodbye. he'll grumble and come up to you while you're on your laptop, blatantly ignoring him.

he stands there, grinding his teeth, as he glares down at you. you look ahead, still not sparing him a glance, and blink a few times in annoyance when he stays silent for a whole 30 seconds.

"can i help you?" your voice is tight, as you roll your eyes.

"i'm leavin."

"okay?" you answer, clipped, silently and secretly cursing at yourself for pushing him away when you know what he wants (it's what you want too). you're just too stubborn, sometimes more than him.

he shifts on his feet. "i'm leaving." his voice is quiet, slightly timid, but still stiff. you know he's pouting internally.

his eyes are burning onto your face with how hard he's staring, a silent demand (plea) in his gaze and presence.

you glance up at him and feel your resolve cracking, no matter how much you want to grab the pieces and jam them back together to stand your ground.

you manage to glare at him for a solid five seconds before you look away and give in. but you're still stubborn about the way you do.

"i'm not getting up." you still keep your gaze away from him, because you know if you do, you'll want to give in even further and wrap yourself around him like a koala, like a moth to a flame.

he responds like a petulant child needing to get the last word in as he bends down, "didn't say you had to."

his eyes glance over your face and he bites his tongue to not say anything snarky to make you change your mind. his hand lightly tilts your head and he presses his lips against yours sweetly, despite the tension (that's slowly dissipating) between you two.

he gives you a sweet, long kiss, it's an apology, a reminder that he loves you, and a goodbye to keep him going for the rest of the day.

your hand comes up to rest on his that's still holding you in place, his thumb absentmindedly running light circles on your cheek. you can practically feel yourself getting lighter, looser.

when he pulls away, you can almost feel the cord of tension wanting to pull the two of you together again for another kiss, but you both fight it. he takes his time letting his hand slide away from you and the both of you stare into each others eyes for a few seconds before he clears his throat.

"i'll see you." his voice is quieter than before, barely a whisper.

you lick your lips and his eyes catch onto the motion. "be safe."

he stands up straight and nods slightly. "always."

and okay, you won't admit it but maybe, you needed the kiss just as much as him. it is a part of your routine after all.

[adoringmha]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

[adoringmha]

okay that same tik tok trend where ur bf ranks the physical touch but w izuku-

you set up the camera, recording as you start to explain, “okay so you’re gonna rank how upset you would be if another guy touched me in different ways.”

izuku’s brows furrowed, eyes widening. “what baby?…” his tone confused and slightly worried.

you laugh, “it’s okay, alright it’s from one to ten, one being the worst.”

he nods and looks to the screen with you. “mkay…”

the image stops and your boyfriend laughs awkwardly and a little uncomfortable at the idea.

someone giving you a shoulder massage.

“why would you need someone else to-??? uhhh.. um okay.” he pauses to think, taking it very seriously. “hmm i guess four.”

you smile to yourself, knowing how much worse other options can be. “okay.”

a handshake.

he brightens up, a smile on his face. “oh! that’s fine, ten. very appropriate.”

cuddling in bed.

his smile crumbles and you bite back a laugh, feeling slightly bad.

“are you in a bed?!”

you nod, looking at him, “mhm.”

he blinks several times. “two.”

“you okay baby?”

he puts an arm around your waist and takes a deep breath, forcing a smile. “mhm.”

you kiss his cheek before pressing the screen again, making him relax a bit.

someone give you a piggy back ride.

he laughs louder this time.

you tease him, “well maybe i like sprained my ankle or something you know.”

“three please.”

you smile.

someone giving you a bath.

he laughs in complete disbelief, borderline panicking as he puts a hand to his forehead as though he’s about to faint.

he mutters to himself, “i can’t even imagine how i would…why would this even…”

he looks back at the screen, “put that at one immediately please.”

someone squeezing your cheeks with one hand.

his lips part for a moment then close. he’s starting to look visibly more bothered, a grumpy pout on his face. “three.”

when you go to tap the screen again, he stops you.

his hand squeezes your waist, eyes basically pleading. “um…do we have to keep playing this?”

maybe you’ve tortured him enough.

[adoringmha]

reading this again made me think of katuski who really just needs your kisses throughout the day. like, it's a part of his routine, and once he adds something to his strict regime, it becomes essential, and his whole day feels off without it.

so even when you're both mad at each other over some petty argument, he can't leave the house without a kiss goodbye. he'll grumble and come up to you while you're on your laptop, blatantly ignoring him.

he stands there, grinding his teeth, as he glares down at you. you look ahead, still not sparing him a glance, and blink a few times in annoyance when he stays silent for a whole 30 seconds.

"can i help you?" your voice is tight, as you roll your eyes.

"i'm leavin."

"okay?" you answer, clipped, silently and secretly cursing at yourself for pushing him away when you know what he wants (it's what you want too). you're just too stubborn, sometimes more than him.

he shifts on his feet. "i'm leaving." his voice is quiet, slightly timid, but still stiff. you know he's pouting internally.

his eyes are burning onto your face with how hard he's staring, a silent demand (plea) in his gaze and presence.

you glance up at him and feel your resolve cracking, no matter how much you want to grab the pieces and jam them back together to stand your ground.

you manage to glare at him for a solid five seconds before you look away and give in. but you're still stubborn about the way you do.

"i'm not getting up." you still keep your gaze away from him, because you know if you do, you'll want to give in even further and wrap yourself around him like a koala, like a moth to a flame.

he responds like a petulant child needing to get the last word in as he bends down, "didn't say you had to."

his eyes glance over your face and he bites his tongue to not say anything snarky to make you change your mind. his hand lightly tilts your head and he presses his lips against yours sweetly, despite the tension (that's slowly dissipating) between you two.

he gives you a sweet, long kiss, it's an apology, a reminder that he loves you, and a goodbye to keep him going for the rest of the day.

your hand comes up to rest on his that's still holding you in place, his thumb absentmindedly running light circles on your cheek. you can practically feel yourself getting lighter, looser.

when he pulls away, you can almost feel the cord of tension wanting to pull the two of you together again for another kiss, but you both fight it. he takes his time letting his hand slide away from you and the both of you stare into each others eyes for a few seconds before he clears his throat.

"i'll see you." his voice is quieter than before, barely a whisper.

you lick your lips and his eyes catch onto the motion. "be safe."

he stands up straight and nods slightly. "always."

and okay, you won't admit it but maybe, you needed the kiss just as much as him. it is a part of your routine after all.