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Hey is it gay if your bro stares intensely into your eyes?

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High

I didn't realize how funny of a choice this wip was to work on for Bakugou's birthday until partway through editing lol read it on ao3

no real warnings - some underage smoking weed technically but you can totally imagine their in college instead (it's Bakugou's first time and he gets a lil anxious) everything else is just fluff and bakusquad shenanigans

happy birthday to the gremlin 🥳

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“Hurry up idiots! Almost curfew!” Bakugou yelled loud enough all his dumbass friends (and you) could hear him in the small mini-market, uncaring of the cashier's tired and annoyed gaze. 

He wished he could say it was a mystery how he always got roped into the group's stupid-as-shit antics. Especially when he’d rather be sleeping or on occasion, watching a movie (and cuddling) with you. But that was the fucking answer, wasn’t it? Your damn nagging and stupid face.

“You know what we’re getting the snacks for would get us in way more trouble than being a little late for curfew, right dude?” Kaminari unhelpfully pointed out, reminding Bakugou of the reason for this particular late-night snack run.

“More reason to hurry it the fuck up, Dunce Face,” Bakugou replied, crossing his arms and glaring at the other blonde as he went back to taking forever to decide between the same flavor of chips from different brands.

It was time for another “Super Manly OK Enigmatic Studying Event SHhhh" as it had been dubbed by the group, a very terrible code for a smoke sesh, in his opinion. (Even if it did take him a bit to figure out what it all stood for - it wasn’t his fault the idiots hadn't made a correct acronym!) 

Basically, at the end of any particularly stressful as-hell week, his idiotic friends got stupid fucking high and, because you were his girlfriend - and definitely not because he cared about any of the idiots getting in trouble, Bakugou always sat around and babysat. You’d all assured him he didn’t need to do that, he could join or even go to bed, but that's where the important emphasis of idiots came in, and he stuck around.

“Okay, I got the really spicy chips you like and the little Twinkie cake things you pretend not to like. Anything else?” You stepped in front of him, arms arguably too filled with snacks but any leftovers would be used for group study sessions the rest of the week, so it was standard for everyone to go overboard. 

“That’s gotta be fine. I don’t fuckin' know.” He muttered, darting his eyes around as he admitted the last part. 

This time was different than the others. This time Bakugou was actually joining in; and he was definitely not at all nervous or scared about that - outside of not wanting to get in trouble and ruin his record, but that was normal. He was definitely not scared of getting high.

You stepped forward and tapped your forehead against his chest, arms too full to poke him, before looking back up at him. “You know you don’t have to, right?”

Bakugou frowned. “I said I wanted to fuckin’ try. I’m gonna fuckin’ try.”

“Okay.” You gave him a smile and then looked around, lowering your voice, “Remember, if you get anxious or just don’t like it, triple tap me or let me know somehow, and we can go sleep it off in my room.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Imma be fine.” He tried to act nonchalant, but he did appreciate it; and the secrecy. I made him more comfortable about the whole prospect.

“y/n, hurry up, we’re checking out, or I’m not paying for your stuff!” Racoon Eyes called from the cash register (the cashier looking defeated) it was her turn to pay for all the shit.

“Coming!” You gave him one more tap with your head before hurrying off. He stayed by the door, arms crossed, waiting for you all to finish up.

When finally the ding of the door closing behind you sounded, and everyone was headed back to the dorms, Backugou felt some of his nerves begin to ease. No one would be getting in trouble for missing curfew tonight at the very least.

With your hands-free, Shitty Hair and Dunce Face on bag-carrying duty, you slipped your hand into his, not giving him a choice in the matter. He preferred it that way, Bakugou wanted you close, and this way, he got to look like less of the sap he was for you while getting just that.

“I hope they don’t try to race tonight. My legs are killing me from training,” you groaned quietly to prevent the “r” word from reaching anyone else's ears.

“From training, huh?” He smirked, dipping his head a little lower to all but whisper the words and get you flustered.

It worked.

“Katsuki!” you exclaimed and hip-checked him, not hard enough to make him misstep even slightly, adorable pout on your lips.

“That all you got, baby?” he chuckled, cocking a brow.

You narrowed your eyes at him squeezing his hand tighter. “You better not K-”

But before you could finish, he pulled his hand from yours and called back to the rest of the group, “Gonna beat you slow fuckers to the dorms!'' Then he blasted off, your shout of “asshole” and the cries of his other friends failing to catch up making him snicker.

The wind in his face and the calming sound of his own explosions helped ease the rest of his not nerves as he waited a good few minutes for everyone else to catch up. Shitty Hair and Dunce Face the last ones to come huffing and puffing because of having to make sure the snacks made it, and their quirks being no help for speed.

The night was going to be chill, maybe even fun, not that he’d ever admit that thought. He was excited, not nervous about trying something new.

“Completely unfair, man!” Kirishima cried when he finally made it to the gate, hugging two bags of food tightly, Kaminari still a little behind.

“Gotta get fuckin’ faster.”

“I’m so gonna get you back for that later.” You poked his chest with another pout that had him smirking.

“Uh-huh.”

You rolled your eyes but stepped in tandem with him back up to Kaminari’s room.

“Kirishima’s turn to pick a movie, right?” Jirou asked after everyone settled in.

“Yeah!” The redhead fist pumped, big stupid grin on his face.

“Ugh,” Mina groaned, “you always pick the same dumb fighting movies.”

He frowned, opening his mouth and then closing it when no defense came to mind. She wasn’t wrong after all. 

“And you always pick the same cheesy romances,” you filled in for Kirishima.

“But those are adorable!” Racoon eyes exclaimed.

Everyone gave her unconvinced looks and a few “not really” hand gestures with some hemming and hawing sounds.

She got the hint. “Fine.” She crossed her arms in defeat.

With that settled, Kirishima went back to excitedly looking for a movie.

“You’re actually joining this time, dude?” Sero asked, eyebrow raised as he started rolling.

“Yeah, what about it?” Bakugou got defensive.

Tape Arms shrugged. “Just surprised, you’re normally a grampa.”

“Yeah, what did y/n do to convince you?” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows, wincing when Jirou jabbed him with her jacks and shook her head.

“Nothing. I just wanted to try. Fuck off.” 

“You sure you wanna know what we get up to?” you teased with a raise of your brow.

Kaminari frowned. “That feels like a trick question.”

You just shrugged with a sneaky smile and leaned back against Bakugou, whose frown had not changed.

Kaminari shuddered, and the others laughed.

And really you hadn’t done anything. At least not in the way Kaminari was suggesting. You’d been using it a little to help you sleep and had explained how it helped calm you down, he’d gotten curious from your descriptions, simple as that. It was important to try different things and if this ended up being beneficial, like the thousands of sites he had done research on before tonight insisted, then even better.

“Is Momo coming?” Sero looked to Jirou, one finished joint in his hand.

She shook her head. “No, she doesn’t really like the smell and all the smoke, but she might join a little later for just the movie.”

He looked to Kaminari. “What about Shinso?”

He also shook his head no. “Outta town cat sitting.” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows back at him. “And Roki?”

A light dusting of pink settled on Sero’s cheeks, the relationship new enough he still got flustered about it, his smile not budging even as he replied with a little bit of longing, “He’s with his family for the weekend. You know that, dude.”

“Yeah, but if you're gonna ask everyone else, I gotta ask you too.'' Kaminari lightly punched Sero’s arm. He just shook his head fondly before finally starting off the joint.

(Bakugou would be forever grateful none of the idiots he hung out with ended up dating Deku. Icy-Hot was one thing, the nerd would be too much.)

Bakugou scrutinized the way Tape Arms inhaled and didn't cough. He never cared to pay that much attention, and you had already explained how to do it, but he didn't want to look like an idiot when he tried, so he was doing his best to take mental notes.

Tape Face passed it to Raccoon Eyes, she grinned, took her two puffs with ease, and passed it to Jirou, who did cough a little, but he can’t tell the difference in their techniques. Then Jirou passed it to you, and then, fuck, you passed it to him with a little encouraging smile. He can tell the other idiots are watching him. It’s not that weird for him to be doing this. It’s not. People already thought of him as a delinquent, much to his chagrin, so this was nothing.

“You just gonna stare at it, dude?” Kaminari butt in.

Bakugou glared at him. “Fuck off.'' Then his eyes were back on the joint. He quickly brought it to his lips and; breathe in, breath in, breath out. Pause. Again. Just like everyone else before him, he made to pass it to the next person, but immediately his throat felt dry and scratchy. He tried to suppress the feeling, but he couldn't, and now he’s coughing like crazy. Fuck.

Tape Arms and Dunce Face are laughing at him, Kirishima is handing him a water bottle, and you’re rubbing his back.

“Totally normal to cough your first time,” you assured.

And that might be true, but even in this stupidity he didn't want to be normal, he wanted to be the best. He would have to try again.

“Coughing can make it hit harder, so be careful,” Sero warned, his teasing laughter subsided, Kirishima passing the joint he'd taken from Bakugou back to him after his too (easy) puffs.

“I’m fine.” Except the water wasn't helping, and he was still fighting coughs when it got passed around for his turn again, so he had to skip it and try again on everyone else’s third round.

You pick your head off his shoulder when it’s passed to you again. With an ease that he’s jealous of, you take your puffs and then hand the joint to him again, waiting before you put your head back against him.

It’s stupid to feel inferior from this. Especially because it is delinquent behavior. He shouldn't want to be good at this. But he does. So, when he takes it from you, he makes a big show of taking a long slow inhale, trying to get a lot, assuming that’s the goal, without making a goddamn fool of himself from coughing this time. He mostly manages it, two deep breaths and only little coughs that could be blamed on the earlier fit.

“Woah, dude, you’re a natural. Who'd a thunk the goodie-two-shoes could pick it up so fast,” Kaminari razzed, putting a hand to his chest in mock surprise. 

Bakugou glared his way, but the comment meant he did it right and did it well.

By his third round, he’s definitely feeling it. His eyelids getting heavy, and he feels - slow. Everyone else is still talking, but he can’t quite follow along, voices almost muffled unless he really focuses. Your hand has traveled up to his hair, and damn did it always feel so good? Your fingers scratch at the back of his scalp, sending satisfying tingles through his body, making his brain feel pleasantly fuzzy. The little bit of clear thought and willpower Bakugou has left he uses to stop any sort of dopey grin from making its way across his face.

“-gonna start the movie.” He barely catches someone (Sero?) say before you’re suddenly pulling your hand away and moving to stand, leaving his side cold. Did it always feel so cold? He had to fight a small shiver.

Bakugou gathers the sense to shift around like everyone else, moving to his normal movie night seat, back against Kaminari’s bed, legs outstretched, waiting for you to sit in between them, your back against his chest.

His limbs feel heavy as he moves over; like he’s a little too aware of the fact that they're there. All his motions happening slower than he’d like, sluggish. But then you’re there, settling against him again, and the thoughts are forgotten with how warm and comfortable it feels to have you there. Something he’s always appreciated feels even better now.

Racoon Eyes hits the lights, and Dunce Face presses play.

“Sharknado, dude? Really?” Tape Arms groans as the movie starts.

Kirishima lets out an offended gasp, sitting up to defend his choice. “What’s wrong with Sharknado! It’s one of the best film series out there!”

Bakugou is just barely able to follow along, the conversation moving a bit fast for his brain to process. He wants to call Kirishima out for referring to it as a film, but they’ve already moved past that by the time he’s able to conjure the words.

“It has romance, action, adventure, comedy, explosions,” Kirishima insists, tapping his fingers as he ticks off things that would make everyone happy.

This feeling, Bakugou decides he doesn’t like. The inability to keep up. But he isn’t able to dwell on it because you start shushing everyone, “It’s starting!”

The dialogue is mostly lost on him, going in one ear and out the other, the same almost muffled effect persisting. Maybe it’s the quality of the movie, but the visuals look more interesting than he imagines they might have if he were in his right mind. While only half paying attention, Bakugou found himself mindlessly running his fingers across Kaminari’s shag carpet, and damn, it felt so soft. He’s never really taken notice of it before, but now, the texture was extremely pleasing. 

That had him curious. If this felt so good, what else might? His hand found your thigh under the blanket you had thrown over the two of you, your pajama shorts leaving much to be exposed and explored that he, sadly, couldn’t feel through his sweatpants.

Your skin is soft in a different way from the carpet, even more pleasing to his calloused fingertips. He gives a little squeeze - you shuffle a little, and he lets his hand lay flat again as you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

“How are you doing?”

It took a goddamned few seconds for the cogs in his brain to turn so he could process what you asked after you pulled back to look at him, waiting for an answer. He blinks, gathers his thoughts, then leans in to whisper back to you, trying not to attract any attention from the idiots, “Fine.” Then, he pauses, trying to explain the sluggish feeling, and ask if it’s normal, “Tired?”

You nod, but that’s not an answer. “Remember, three taps or just haul me up, and we can go.”

You wait for his slow nod before you turn back around to watch the movie.

You didn’t say if it was normal.

Was he not supposed to feel this slow? This groggy? He felt vulnerable. Could everyone see? How weak he was right now? Shit. Could he even use his quirk like this? If he had to fight, could he? His nerves are spiking. He can't stop it. The screen is a blur. He can't focus on what’s happening at all. Should he tap you? He thought you had been over-exaggerating the possibility of it giving him anxiety like this.

You had to be feeling his heart beating against your back, right? Why weren’t you saying anything? He shifted a little trying to make a decision between just standing and dragging you out or tapping you first. Before he can make the choice you turn to look back at him. He can easily focus on your face, the little worried furrow in your brow, the small part in your lips that lets him feel your breath against his face.

Kirishima shouts something at the screen, he catches a few words but has no context for them, and Kaminari groans loud in response. The others laugh a little, you're still looking at him. Bakugou squeezes your thigh again and gives a short nod.

Yeah, he’d rather be in his right mind, but if anything happened, even if he wasn’t at his best, you got him. Even if he hated admitting it, the whole group could handle it - anything that might happen.

His anxiety calmed again, he settled more comfortably against Kaminari’s bed, hand tracing patterns against your skin. He still didn't like the slowness, but the heightened senses he was enjoying. That thought was only reinforced when you handed him the extra spicy chips you'd picked out with him in mind. Anyone who didn’t like these had to be a complete fucking idiot, it was like an explosion of flavour in his mouth, then you handed him a Twinkie, at first he only got a taste of the chemicals and almost wanted to spit it out but that was quickly replaced by the sweetness with a hint of lemon that made him like these damn things so much. He kind of wanted to taste them together but refused to become that type of smoker stereotype. He also wanted to taste his own cooking like this.

“Want anything else?” You leaned back and turned around a little again to ask.

An even better thought came to his slow brain. He wanted to taste you feeling like this. Bakugou nodded slowly, then realized what you'd asked, and though he was very curious, he could wait for if he decided to do this again; or when he had more of an understanding of it (or for later if he still felt like this when you all headed to bed), he shook his head.

You raised an eyebrow, holding back an amused smile. “Yes or no?”

“M’good baby.” He settled on, instead of trying to figure out which way to move his head again.

“I can tell.” You held back a laugh, “You're honestly enjoying this a lot more than I thought you would.” Your hand found his still mindlessly playing with the fat of your thigh.

He pouted, but before he could form a response one of the idiots yelled, “How’s the baby doing?”

It took a few seconds for Bakugou to realize they were talking about him, but between you biting back a smile and the feeling of all eyes on him, he figured it out and shot back as fast as he could, much grumblier than he intended, “m’fuckin fine, fuck off.”

“Even weed can’t make him chill,” Sparky sighed.

Bakugou raised a middle finger, his responses coming a little faster now, or maybe everyone else was at his speed now?

There’s an explosion from the tv and then a knock on the door. His heart rate spikes. Oh fuck. They're gonna get in trouble. He’s gonna get kicked out. All-Might is gonna hate him, Deku’s really gonna be number one.

You must sense his panic because you squeeze his hand and lean forward to release some pressure from his chest.

The door creaks open and fucking Ponytail pops her head in. She wrinkles her nose at the smell, but when Ears makes grabby hands toward her, she just lets a smile cross her lips and walks in, closing the door behind her.

She settles in, then leans forward off the bed, and taps Bakugou on the shoulder. Shit. The two of them are usually the only sober ones in the room, she’s gonna wanna talk, ask for a movie recap or something, and there's no fucking way he can do that.

You must sense him tense (heightened feelings? Or would you always have been able to feel that?) because you turn around and, quicker than he can figure out how, you give Ponytail a smile and say. “There's not really a lot to follow - there’s a shark storm, and we’re watching the heroes try to stop it without dying or losing more people”

She darts her eyes between the two of you but must figure it out, smiles with a small thanks, and leans back to cuddle with Ears again.

Kirishima must overhear because he starts defending the movie again. 

Bakugou sees Mina on the floor painting her nails with much slower strokes than usual, Kaminari and Jirou have gotten into a poke war every few seconds poking the other without really looking away from the movie, Ponytail flicking her eyes from looking at Ears fondly and the screen, Sero’s put one ear bud in, tapping away at his phone (probably texting Icy-Hot) and Kirishima is yet to notice as he goes back to watching swaying a little with the background music playing at this scene. 

As Bakugou settles back this time, he doesn't even try to follow along just lets himself enjoy the atmosphere. You shift a little in his lap to be able to quietly whisper things to Momo every once in a while, and everything feels okay. He's not sure if he'll try getting high again, maybe just alone with you, but despite the brief moments of panic he feels calm now, he gets it, this is nice.

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you made a bad habit of baring your teeth at anyone brave enough to try to love you.

it wasn’t your fault, not at first—after all, there were only so many times you could stomach all of the venom spit at you by those you latched onto, before you hardened.

and it did well to weed out the weak ones—which left only those who saw your hostility as something to be conquered. that was decidedly worse.

so you tapped into something ancient and furious in your chest and broke off the taps to every other feeling. the love you sought after, the yearning to be held, to be kept safe—all pushed farther out of your reach. for your own good. to keep yourself safe.

when bakugou comes along, you’re like a cornered animal. snarling at him, snapping your jaws every time he reaches for you. knowing, somehow, that the end is not near but here now, and he will turn on his heels and flee from you faster than he came.

so it really is a shock to the circuit board when he all but scruffs you by the neck, rolling his eyes and tsking at you like a misbehaving kitten.

it enrages you. doesn’t he know how to take a hint? doesn’t he know you ruin everything you touch?

so you let it all out at him, one night on the stoop to your apartment. passerby walk on quickly, like they’re afraid they’ll get caught up in your storm if they linger too long. you look insane, and you know you do—you hope it’ll drive the point home: it’s not worth it to get close. you’re too much, too hard, too angry, and surely he’ll get that now.

to your dismay, he’s standing on the step below you, looking like the cat that got the cream.

“what is wrong with you?”

he huffs out a laugh, taking your exasperation as a green light to take a step up toward you. he’s way too close—you feel your face burn and you want to think it’s the anger you feel at his inability to know what’s good for him.

“you’re awfully mouthy,” he murmurs, soft, and it catches you off guard, “what’re you so mad about?”

he’s crowding your space now, and if he wasn’t rooting you to the spot with whatever it is that he’s doing, looking at you like that, you would’ve bolted. he reaches to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, and you want to come out of your skin. you open your mouth, fully intending to ream him within an inch of his life. to your horror, all you hear escape you is some sort of pathetic whimper.

“c’mon,” he breathes, the taste of the taunt on your tongue as he stands over you now—too close— “give it t’me.”

you want to tell him how god damn stupid he is—but you know that katsuki has an intelligence that goes toe to toe with your own. he’s aware of something that hasn’t occurred to you yet. you know this, and your heart squeezes in a panic you haven’t felt in a long while. you throw out one last ditch effort—one last attempt to distance yourself for the inevitable end—

“i-i’m going to ruin your life.”

“yeah?” bright eyes hold you in a suspended state. a challenge, aimed straight at you as he sucks on his teeth, grinning wildly, “do your worst, then.”

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I made this callout meme for me and me specifically

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Dynamy but make it about kiribaku bc i can

(also sorry i keep forgetting to post i will try to be better 😔)

Bonus:

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In Bloom chp 4

First | previous

Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, secrets, SLOW BURN, strangers to friends to lovers(?) (I may add more tags but you get the gist)

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You made your way to the kitchen, slippered feet softly padding against the floor as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

You grabbed a bowl, a spoon, and the best cereal from the pantry before all but collapsing into a kitchen chair to pour the cereal.

Milk . You thought looking at your gathered items and then sighing when you realized you had not, in fact, managed to grab it in your tired daze before sitting. You stared at the fridge wishing your quirk was actually telekinesis.  Too far away . you pouted.

Just as you began to steel yourself for the seemingly impossible task of standing back up, a certain grumpy blonde walked across the kitchen to fill up his water bottle, maybe miracles were real.

“Bakugou can you pass me the milk?” you asked, watching his bottle fill.

“Get it yourself shitty woman,” he replied. Turning the sink off, not even looking your way.

“Wow, you’re so lazy.” You teased, knowing full well you were the one being lazy here.

His eyebrow twitched. “I’m not fucking lazy. Get off your ass and get the milk yourself.”

“So lazy and weak, can’t even lift the milk.” You continued in a half-interested tone trying to hold in a laugh. 

You’d only known him for a bit but had, had him pegged almost immediately. Watching with barely contained glee as he ripped open the fridge door slamming the milk down in front of you with so much force you were honestly surprised the container didn't explode. Before he stormed off yelling about how he “could fucking lift 100 gallons of shitty milk” and that he’s “not the fucking lazy one you are!”

“Thank you!” You called after him letting a victorious grin spread across your face swinging your legs as you poured the milk.

Too easy , you thought. But it was kinda nice, and definitely fun, to tease him like that. H e might not be sooo bad,  you mused, bringing the spoon to your mouth, remembering how he had reacted after what you’d admitted while training with him. And, in a weird way, despite his abrasive personality you found him to be the easiest to get along with. You didn't have to worry or think so much about what you said around him, never questioning what he actually thought. The others were great as well, but sweetness could be misinterpreted as you knew too well.

“Did you finish the fruity pebbles y/n?” Mina's voice broke through your thoughts.

“I don't think so.” You frowned thoughtfully. Pushing the box next to you toward her.

“Ooh,” she squealed, “you did not.”

“That was for sure on purpose to 100% save you some,” you joked seriously.

“Of course, thank you.” She nodded back in the same serious tone before the two of you made eye contact and broke out into a small fit of giggles. 

You were pleasantly surprised with how easy she was to get along and joke around with. But at every overly kind gesture, you felt yourself second-guessing.

“So what was Bakugou yelling about this time?” She asked after gathering herself and began to pour a bowl.

“Oh, I called him lazy for not passing me the milk.” You took another bite of your cereal.

Mina raised an eyebrow. “Girl, you must have a death wish.”

“I mean it worked.” You gestured to the milk sitting in front of you on the island. “Besides, he’s not that bad. Kinda like a pomeranian, all bark and only a little bite.” You waved your spoon around.

Mina burst into laughter, nearly knocking her bowl over. “Do not let him hear you calling him that. I don’t wanna get stuck writing your eulogy,” she said before breaking into a renewed fit of giggles, “Though you are absolutely right.” She slowly began to sober up.

“What’s so funny?” Todoroki asked curiously as he stepped into the kitchen.

“Oh! y/n compared Bakugou to a pomeranian.” Mina exclaimed before you could say anything.

The split-haired boy looked over at the couch where the object of your teasing was sitting before looking back at you, “I don’t understand,” He said seriously.

You let Mina try and explain, choosing instead to finish up your cereal before it got too soggy. You realized you hadn’t spoken that much to Todoroki yet and resolved to change that.

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Your thought over breakfast had you go out of your way to walk with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Todoroki on your way to the school building from the dorms that morning. Though it seemed Midoriya and Uraraka were deep in their own conversation, leaving you to try and make conversation with the aloof boy without the help of more outgoing people like you had hoped.

“Soooo,” you tried at last.

He looked at you, waiting for you to continue. 

“Endeavor's your dad huh?” You internally cringed. You thought you had been getting better at the whole ‘making friendly conversation’ thing but it seemed that it was more the friendly people around you and not your own improving social skills. Thankfully, Todoroki seemed used to it and unbothered as always.

He simply nodded and replied, “Yes. He is.”

Okay, well, you were on this path already, might as well continue it, not like you really had any other ideas of what to talk about. “What’s it like? Having a famous dad and all that?” You somewhat knew the answer to that from your own personal experience but it must be different for him with his dad as the number one hero compared to your, well, whatever.

“A lot of people don’t put it together.” He admitted, saving you from your own spiraling thoughts. “But not many people seem to act different once they know.”

Oh, huh. That was a nice surprise. Maybe they just don’t really care about Endeavor? Or maybe they don’t really associate parent and child? That would be a nice change of pace if it were the truth. “Cool,” you responded at last.

“What are your parents like?” He asked.

Well shit. You really had no one else to blame for this topic of conversation but yourself. “They’re…” you trailed off, waving your hand around in circles trying to think of something that would be a satisfactory but vague enough answer. “A lot.” You finally finished lamely.

But it seemed to be enough as Todoroki just hummed and nodded in understanding and the conversation moved along.

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Ugh math , you thought as Ectoplasm entered the room and took up the space in front of the board behind the teaching podium, and began reviewing yesterday's lesson.

You quickly found yourself zoning out doing your best to at least look like you were paying attention. You tried to keep your head turned toward the front of the classroom as much as possible instead of out the increasingly tempting window next to you.

As you fought the urge to stare longingly outside, a familiar head of ash blonde hair popped into your view from a few seats in front of you. You could see a small piece of paper stuck to the back of his hair. That little piece of paper now had your full attention as you tried to hold back a snicker.  I wonder how long it’ll stay?  You thought, happy to have something more interesting to keep you entertained through the class. 

Though you quickly found your thoughts wandering again.  His hair looks so spikey but I bet it’s actually super soft. He doesn’t seem like the type to gel it like that or anything.  The paper you were watching shifted slightly as he moved to write something down and you held in an anticipatory breath,  don’t fall off ! You breathed out quietly when it fell just a little but caught on another spike.  You got this little guy.

Midoriya shifted in his seat behind Bakugou obstructing your view of the blonde head of hair. You did your best to lean over to try and spot the paper again.  From this angle, he even looks kinda pomeranian-y,  you decided, holding back a laugh as you remembered your comment to Mina from earlier.  His hair really makes the whole thing perfect . You concluded.

He raised his arm to scratch the back of his head, and you watched with disappointment as he successfully dislodged the small scrap from between his locks, taking away your entertainment for the rest of class with it as it drifted to the floor.

Well, it seemed that was a sign you should at least try to pay attention to the class. You held back a groan as you looked at all the equations already written on the board. Or not. 

Next chapter

[bkglove]

In Bloom chp 3

chp 1 | chp 2

Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, secrets, SLOW BURN, strangers to friends to lovers(?) (I may add more tags but you get the gist)

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Bakugou glared at the girl standing in the front of the classroom.

“Oh, uh- I’m y/n. I moved…”

If he could create explosions through a look you would have been long dead.  y/n, why did that name sound so familiar?  He racked his brain trying to remember where he’d heard it before. Thinking back to when you’d bumped into him earlier that day. Which,  why the fuck did he remember that. 

Even he could see how much he’d grown from the snot-nosed brat he had been a year ago but was he so changed that he was gonna start remembering every shitty extra he saw now. No way in hell.

He watched you closely as his classmates started yelling questions.

“What’s your quirk?” He heard, the shitty nerd Deku ask. 

He rolled his eyes, because of course that would be the first fucking question out of his mouth, then a thought struck him.  Her quirk must have something to do with why I remember her. Does it just make her name or something stick in people’s heads? That would be the shitiest hero quirk ever.

He watched, eyes narrowed, as you passed his desk walking to your new seat at the back of the room.

—--------

“What’s the fucking newbie doing here?” Bakugou asked, not wanting to admit he actually remembered your name. Not that he was really surprised you were sitting at his table. Kirishima had to be one of the most annoyingly friendly people to ever exist.

“Same as you I expect.”

Okay, that took him by surprise. So you got snark, huh.

“C’mon man,” Kirishima chastised him. 

He just rolled his eyes in response. If you couldn’t take one question you shouldn’t be sitting at his table.

“Don’t worry about Bakugou, he’s just a grumpy old man,” Pinky explained to you.

Bakugou scowled at her but at this point, he was fairly used to all their teasing. It had once been a surprise and had bothered him immensely, now it was just a minor nuisance. “I’m not a fuckin’ old man.”

“Didn’t argue the grumpy part.” Sparky grinned at him.

He just grunted and started eating.

“He’s becoming self-aware,” Kaminari continued. Overdramatic per usual.

Bakugou had the thought of pushing him out of his seat but figured it wouldn’t be worth the effort as he listened to the conversation.

A.S.H. huh. That was maybe a little impressive.

“Woah, so you must be really talented. What’s your quirk?” Kirishima asked.

That piqued his interest. Maybe he’d finally get an explanation for why he remembered you or where he knew your name from. He glanced up at you curiously before looking right back at his food.

“I can control plants. Well, it’s a little more complex than that but that’s the easiest way to explain it,” you responded.

He furrowed his brow. That didn’t explain jack shit. It made no sense a quirk like that would have no reason to make him remember you. There had to be more to it. 

“Sounds lame as shit.” He glared at you, expecting you to defend yourself by explaining your quirk more so he could get answers. 

“Excuse me?” You looked taken aback.

“You heard me.” He looked back at his food. Whatever, you would just be another stepping stone on his way to being the number one hero whether he remembered you or not.

“I bet me and my lame quirk could still take you down, ass hat.”

What . That had him pissed. There was no way you were serious. “You couldn’t land a scratch on me.”

“A scratch? I’d cut that whole scowl off your face,” you scoffed at him, leaning forward.

Who does this bitch think she is, threatening me.  He narrowed his eyes and leaned forward matching you. “You sure you wanna make that bet Flower Girl?”

“Any time. Any place.”

“Training. After lunch. You’re dead.” He growled, leaning back into his seat. 

His classmates rushed to apologize for him, he ignored the disappointed look Kirishima was sending his way. It wasn’t his fault you were an idiot.

—----------

Bakugou spotted you immediately when he looked around the training room. As soon as Aizawa left the class to their own devices he made his way toward you.

“Give it your best, Flower Girl.” He taunted, shouldering past you as he found a clear spot so he could beat your ass.

He watched carefully as you looked around the training grounds. If your quirk was plant-based the concrete room would likely put you at a disadvantage. He let a confident smile slide across his face, this was gonna be too easy.

He let you plan just a little longer so that it might actually be an interesting fight before finally getting impatient. “Whenever you’re ready!”

He took a relaxed fighting stance, keeping an eye on you as you took a deep breath and made your first move. Admittedly, you throwing a bunch of tiny seeds at him was not what he had been expecting. 

His grin only spread when you threw up a protective wall of vines, giving away that you preferred ranged attacks. So, he just needed to get close to you? This was gonna be over quick. He blasted himself forward. 

The vine that wrapped around his leg from behind had been a bit stronger than he’d anticipated he still blasted it off immediately not even slowing down as he pressed forward. 

He moved higher into the air in an attempt to get out of range of the rest of your vines but it seemed you had greater control over them than he’d realized as he had to maneuver around them carefully and quickly. 

“Shit.” He cursed when a thorny vine wrapped around his forearm yanking him down and sending a pain similar to when he overused his quirk shooting through his arm. The one second of changed focus was enough that you had a chance to wrap two more vines around his legs, pulling him toward the hard ground. 

Oh, he was  pissed  now.

He managed to keep his other hand free and quickly blasted himself out of your hold. “That all you got Flower Girl!”

Maybe, it was possible, he had underestimated you, just a tad. He took a split second to steady himself so he could land and shoot at you, but once again you managed to strike him at the exact right moment, sending him sliding back as a vine hit him straight in the chest. His feet now firmly on the ground he barely managed to avoid any of the thorned vines you sent his way and he felt himself getting scratched up. He wiped the blood from his cheek and started hurtling himself toward you again. This ended now.

You threw up more vines to block yourself but he wasn’t having it anymore “AP shot!” He yelled destroying all your barriers easily, leaving you defenseless.

You did a back handspring and it might have looked a little cool but it ultimately served no purpose and wasted energy it didn’t look like you had. What the heck were they even teaching at A.S.H? Just how to look cool and not actually utilize your quirks? 

The plant armor was an interesting way to utilize your quirk he had to admit even if it would ultimately do nothing to actually protect you as he threw another blast your way disintegrating it immediately. The shot sent you sliding a few paces back. It didn’t look like you were going to stand back up. 

Then, you raised a shaky hand that had him moving a little bit faster to finish this. But you did nothing. You hesitated? What, did you think he was weak? That he couldn’t take whatever hit you were planning?

No. that wasn’t it. He knew that look on your face. A look anyone could mistake for simple fear but he knew it better, had felt it contort his own features many times before. Times when he had to look back and see the kind of person he’d become when he had to stop himself from actually killing anyone. Yes, it was fear, but also anger, disgust.

Not at your opponent, but at yourself. 

He finished the fight with ease. Tackling you into a secure hold. He couldn’t get that  look  you had out of his mind as he leaned down to declare in your ear, “I told you I’d kill you.”

He had to give you credit for struggling a little more to free yourself, even as you let out a little yelp when he pulled tighter on your arm, finally making you call out in defeat.

“Easily pummel me, huh,” he scoffed, climbing off of you. Watching carefully as you picked yourself up.

“Yeah whatever,” you grumbled.

You must have known you were going to lose. Unless that move you didn’t use was some kind of super special powerful attack. He narrowed his eyes in frustration. “At the end, you hesitated.” that  look  flashed across your face again as he leaned in, “don’t fucking do that again newbie.”

—-----

“That was an awesome match.” Kirishima greeted him after class.

“She wasn’t as weak as her lame-ass power made her sound,” Bakugou replied carefully, rubbing his forearm where you had yanked down.

“Yeah, it looked like she almost had you for a second.” Kirishima laughed elbowing him.

“No way, as if I’d ever fucking lose, are you serious Shitty-Hair.” Bakugou seethed shooting the redhead a glare.

“Come on man be nice.” Kirishima raised his hands in defense.

Bakugou scoffed, “so what, I should have gone easy on her? If m'not gonna give it my all what’s the point.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Kirishima sighed, “she’s new and our class is pretty tight-knit, we just gotta be welcoming that's all.”

“Whatever,” he replied, kicking a rock off the path.

He couldn’t get that stupid  look  you’d had on your face out of his mind. And he couldn’t help but wonder what power you could possibly be so fucking scared of using that you’d freeze like that, especially after talking all that shit. 

He was gonna have to fight you again to figure it out.

—--------

Bakugou once again spotted you easily as the class made its way to the training ground and immediately made his way over.

“Spar with me newbie,” he stated rather than asked.

You rolled your eyes at him, “why? You already won. Your ego so small you need to do it again?”

Okay, that was fucking uncalled for. “Because you fuckin’ hesitated,” he noted the stumble in your step as he said that.  Why?  “Spar with me for real.” He was gonna get to the bottom of this one way or another.

“I didn’t fucking hesitate. You won fair and square.”

You were just getting better and better at pissing him off. “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about spikey hair. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to go change.”

You bumped his shoulder as you walked past him and not for the first time since meeting you, did he wish he could shoot explosives with a look.

—------------

“Shit’s pissing me off,” Bakugou yelled, shooting varying sizes of explosions off at his friend.

Kirishima had told him to go as hard as he could so the redhead could keep building up his already impressive endurance. Which was good because Bakugou needed to let off steam and there was no better way than punching and exploding. 

“I mean you were pretty rude to her. It makes sense that she wouldn’t want to spar with you again.” Kirishima reasoned, barely reacting to any of the blows against him.

“So what? I’m rude to everyone.”

“Wow, Kaminari’s right, you are becoming self-aware.” Kirishima joked before addressing his friend’s actual frustration. “Not to stop you from trying to be her friend however you see fit, but why do you even care so much?”

“What! I don’t care about being her fucking friend she just-” he was about to explain that you had hesitated but the  look  on your face flashed into his mind again and he couldn’t. There was something you were hiding for a reason, and he’d have been pissed if someone shared personal information about him, so, instead, he finished lamely with “I just want to fight her again.”

“Okay man, whatever you say.”

He did not appreciate the look Kirishima was giving him.

—----------

Bakugou didn’t try to hide his surprise or disdain when you approached him after training ended.

“What the fuck do you want now?” He groaned.

“I’ll spar with you.”

“Little fuckin’ late for that.” He started walking away not in the mood to put up with your shit now.

“Oh so you wanted to before but now that I’m suggesting it you’re scared.”

He knew it was childish. That you were just saying that to get his reaction. But no one called him scared and got away with it. He whipped his head back to glare at you. “What changed?”

Boy did he want to wipe that cocky ass smirk off your face.

“I have a proposition,” you started and he just stared waiting for you to continue, “train me in hand to hand combat.”

Well of all the things you could have said that was the last one he was expecting. “Why the hell would I do that?”

“We both know I’m shit at it and could use all the help I can get, plus all the other things that put me at a disadvantage. So, if you want a fair fight, train me.”

You had a point, and he could commend wanting to strengthen your weaknesses but still… “What’s in it for me?”

He noted the smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you replied, “Well, aside from the rematch you want so bad. I can use my vines so you can practice maneuvering around them.”

He frowned “I did fine getting past them. I don’t need your help.”

“Yeah, yeah. You blasted right through them. Butttt wouldn’t it be easier if you learned to avoid those kinds of attacks altogether?”

He hated to admit it, but you made a good argument. It would be beneficial to learn to dodge attacks like that and there was no one else in the class who fought like you. The closest was maybe Weird Elbows but his tape wasn’t controlled like your vines were. Plus, he’d probably have an easier time learning whatever powerful secret attack you were hiding if he was training you and learning more about your quirk. So, at last, he conceded. ”Fine, but if you don’t give this your all I’m out.”

“Fair enough.” you nodded, face set. 

It wasn’t until you walked away that he realized the two of you had made no plans on when you were going to train.

—-----------

“What’s your phone number?” He found you after dinner washing your dishes.

You scrunched your face up, looking at him confused and suspicious. “Why do you need that?”

“If I’m gonna train you I’m not gonna go around looking for your ass randomly, this is easier,” he replied. God, why were you so frustrating.

“Oh,” you turned the sink off “you should have led with that.”

“So you gonna give it or what.” 

“Hmm,” you tapped your finger against your chin. 

He could feel a vein in his forehead throb as he watched you. Just as he opened his mouth to yell, you smiled.

“Of course,” you grabbed your phone from the counter and handed it to him with a small laugh. “Just add yourself and text me. Though I can’t promise I won’t change your name to something mean.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he grumbled grabbing your phone and putting in his number, adding his content name as Bakugou. If you were gonna be such a pain in his ass you didn’t deserve his first name. He sent himself a single period from your phone before handing it back to you. “Good night.” 

“You’re going to bed? It’s barely 8.” You looked confused.

“Yeah, so what.” He was used to people commenting on his sleep schedule but it was still annoying.

“Woah you really are an old man.”

“I’m not a fucking old man,” he growled.

You laughed, “no, I highly doubt you’re fucking.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

“To be fair, you said it first.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Blasty senior.”

He stomped away. Why had he agreed to train you again? And why were you able to get under his skin so easily? He thought he was over the teasing. The next few weeks were going to be annoying as hell.

Though he couldn’t say he wasn’t excited. Things had been super boring lately. Considering everything he had been through, that should have been a relief, but he was itching for some action. He felt like he’d been stagnating, stuck at his current level for too long. New training, while reviewing and teaching old training, was probably exactly what he needed to kick him out of this funk.

He remembered to text you as he climbed into bed.

New contact

Bakugou:

💥💣🔥🌶🔪☠️

See, I’m not old.

Not that I have anything to prove,  he thought before hitting send and putting his phone away so he could pass out.

—---------

Bakugou knew he was a fast learner and that it was only your third training session with him but still it seemed like you weren’t making any progress at all. It felt like he was wasting his time and he hated wasting time.

“Did you talk to Round Face like I told you to?” he asked, watching you adjust and readjust your stance.

“Who?”

“You know, Gravity Girl.”

You looked at him confused for a second before realization dawned on your face. “Ohhhh, you mean Uraraka. Yeah, she showed me some moves. I thought I had them down though.” you pouted, blowing your cheek out in frustration.

“So why can’t you do them now?” He pushed. You were the one to suggest training after all so why weren’t you trying to get these moves down.

“If I knew the answer to that I wouldn’t keep falling on my ass.” You rolled your eyes at him giving up on figuring out the correct stance in favor of crossing your arms.

“I said I’d drop you if you didn’t give this your all, so figure out whatever the hell is wrong or I’m out,” he stated matter of factly. Noting the way your hands tightened their grip on your arms before you took a deep breath.

“Whatever. Can you just show me again?”

He looked at you carefully for a second until finally nodding and walking toward you. You got into your closest approximation to the correct position and he lightly kicked at your legs to set them right before adjusting your arms as well. 

“Good,” he hummed. Watching as you scrunched your face to try and memorize the feeling of the pose. “Now, I’m gonna move so fucking slow so you can mime through taking me down.”

You nodded and he moved into the attack position, going through the motions of a simple attack. And, you still managed to mess it up.

“What the fuck was that! How did you manage to do worse than before!”

“I don’t know what I’m doing!” you yelled in response, waving your hands around beside you.

“Then figure that shit out! I’m getting tired of you not trying.”

“It’s not my fault this is all stupid!”

“Stupid? So what are you even doing here!”

“I don’t-” you froze voice trailing off into nothing as you balled your fists at your sides.

“Don’t what?” he pushed lowering his voice just a little now that it felt like you might actually be getting somewhere.

“I don’t know.” You looked at your feet.

He stared at you, waiting for you to continue. When it seemed like that wasn’t going to happen, “Tch.” He turned around ready to leave.

“Wait no.” Your voice halted him in his tracks, he wasn’t really sure why but he looked back over his shoulder nonetheless.

“I don’t know,” you let out a deep breath. “I don’t know if I even want to be a hero.” 

You said it more to yourself but that definitely got his attention.  He was pissed . 

“So what are you even doing here?”

“I want  to want  to be a hero.” You kicked your foot against the dirt, stubbornly refusing to look up at him.

He didn’t understand you. Bakugou had wanted one thing his entire life and that was to be the undisputed number one hero ever. And he chased that dream with all the fiery passion of a burning sun. Any skill he could learn to help him get there, he did it the best. He never questioned himself or his desires. So what could it possibly mean  to want  to want something? 

“Well, you better figure that shit out quick.” He heard himself saying, honestly not entirely sure where it was coming from. Other than remembering that  look  on your face. “Wanting to want something isn’t gonna be a good enough drive for you to give this your all, but for now it’ll have to be enough. Let’s run it again.”

The look of surprise (and was that gratitude?) you gave him before nodding and taking the stance again - correctly this time - made him feel…good? He was a hero so it made sense that helping someone obviously struggling would make him feel that way, right?

He shook the thoughts from his head coming to stand in front of you as he once again took up an attack position. He was, maybe, a little, definitely, proud when you finally actually managed to complete the correct maneuver and pin him to the ground.

Chp 4

[bkglove]

In Bloom chp 2

Chp 1

Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, secrets, SLOW BURN, strangers to friends to lovers(?) (I may add more tags but you get the gist)

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You were surprised when Aizawa didn’t make you demonstrate your quirk at the start of class. You were not surprised when a certain angry blond stalked toward you with murder in his eyes the second Aizawa announced the class would be sparring with quirks allowed.

“Give it your best Flower Girl.” He taunted, bumping against your shoulder as he walked past to a clear spot for your fight.

You glared after him, spinning on your heel. If your quirk had been fire-related there would’ve been steam coming from your ears. It wasn’t exactly an offensive nickname but something about the way he said it made you want to punch him in the face. He must get that a lot.

You looked around, not missing the way your new classmates not so subtly watched the two of you as they half-heartedly sparred against their own partners. Honestly, you were at a major disadvantage here. The training ground was entirely made of concrete, you couldn’t even feel any remnants of dirt down below all the layers that must have been added and rebuilt over the years. Sure, you had your trusty pack of seeds tucked into your costume but your quirk was stronger when you had access to nature. Plus, you didn’t actually know anything about this guy’s quirk or fighting style. Of course, he didn’t know much about yours either but still.

You knew you were good, but you tended to work more at a range or undercover. You could throw a punch but couldn’t really take many. You scanned the area again, trying to come up with a plan that at least didn’t make you look like a total fool even if you lost. 

“Whenever you’re ready.” A gruff voice broke through your thoughts. You looked up to find an impatient Bakugou glaring at you from a few paces away.

Okay , you took a deep breath, let’s go .

As fast as you could, which was pretty damn fast if you do say so yourself, you threw a handful of seeds toward him and then made a line in front of yourself. You threw up your hand, causing the seeds in front of you to grow into thick beanstalk vines immediately. Sure this maneuver would restrict your visibility a little but it would also keep you protected so you could fight with some cover in the otherwise barren training ground.

The second your wall of plants was up, Bakuguo was moving and damn was he fast.

You flicked your wrist and watched from between the vines as your seeds burst, creating thick thorned vines, a few bloomed roses decorating them. You sent two shooting after him from behind. One managed to wrap around his leg, but he was able to keep his arms free.

He created a mini-explosion in his hand blasting away the vine wrapped around his leg without any hesitation. Your move hadn’t even slowed him down.

Shit . So he makes things explode. Add that to your list of disadvantages. I t does fit his personality though . 

Then he was in the air, flying around like he god damned owned the space. That had to change, or he was going to have no trouble getting over your barricade. Your hands moved like you were conducting an orchestra as you sent vine after vine for him not stopping or slowing even when you started to feel yourself giving over a little bit more energy than you would’ve liked to have had to.

His reflexes were incredibly impressive as well. You had to commend him as he successfully avoided your grabbing vines over and over. When one finally made contact, you could have whooped in excitement if you weren’t focusing so intently on making the grab count.

You couldn’t help but wince for the poor guy as your thorny rose vine wrapped tight around his forearm, yanking him toward the ground, slowing him down enough that you were able to get two more vines wrapped around his legs.

It didn’t really surprise you when he maneuvered his free hand away so you couldn’t grab it as well and take the win. With a few well-timed blasts, he was racing back toward you. I have to keep him away .

“That all you got, Flower Girl?!” He yelled.

You were running low on unharmed seeds and plants near him. You puppeted a few stalks from your wall straight toward him and you were honestly surprised when one landed a hit straight on his chest sending him hurtling back and toward the ground giving you enough time to shoot some more of the thorny vines at him scratching him more than a little. You were satisfied that you at least had done the minimum of what you’d promised.

He was racing toward you again, the guy didn’t even look like he was out of breath. Unfair . You weren’t even moving and could feel the effects of your power making you tired. He lunged for you, you were able to block him with the beanstalks.

“Ap shot.” He yelled, blasting right through them like it was nothing. It probably was for him, but still.

There was one more trick you had up your sleeve, it wouldn’t really help you much but you’d probably look cool. You sprung back into a back handspring, creating a little more distance between the two of you. O kay, now I can lose with my pride intact . 

You held up your best attempt at a strong hand-to-hand fighting pose. You made some of the rose vines wrap themselves around you, it might slow you down a little but it meant that if he was going to throw a punch he’d have to take damage himself too.

He shot himself forward at the last second instead of throwing a punch as you expected, he blasted you, easily tearing apart the delicate armor you’d made for yourself and throwing you down to the ground.

The shot sent you sliding a few paces away. You threw up your arm as Bakugou slowly moved toward you, knowing you’d been bested. But there was one more thing you could do. You narrowed your eyes and took a deep breath then stopped yourself, hand shaking. No , that’s what had gotten you into this mess in the first place. 

The one small moment of hesitation was all he needed before he was on you, his knee digging into the back of your leg as he tugged at your arm enough that you knew he could dislocate it if he really wanted to.

“I told you I’d kill you.” He breathed heavy in your ear.

You didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of tapping out but you weren’t a sore loser. You knew when you’d been beat. You only struggled for a second more just to really make sure there was no way out. When he pulled on your arm a little more, making you bite back a yelp, you finally admitted defeat.

“Easily pummel me huh.” He scoffed as he climbed off of you.

“Yeah whatever,” you grumbled sitting up and rubbing your shoulder. You had to admit this guy was good .

He narrowed his eyes at you, “at the end. You hesitated,” He leaned in close. “Don’t fuckin’ do that again newbie.” And with that, he stomped away.

You chose to ignore the not very discrete looks of your classmates as they pretended to have not been checking out the new kid’s quirk as you went around collecting your plants and turning back the ones you could to seeds.

After class, once you started heading to find the dorms, you were hoping to run into someone you recognized. You were pretty sure you could find the way yourself, but it would be easier if someone showed you around. You were saved from having to look around and hope for the best when a boy with wild green hair and a girl with short brown hair and round pink cheeks approached you. You kinda recognized them from class.

“Hey y/n,” the two greeted you.

“Ah hi-” you stuttered not knowing their names. You were pretty sure they hadn’t introduced themselves to you earlier, so it wasn’t like you were forgetting.

“I’m Izuku Midoraya,” the green-haired boy filled in one of the blanks for you with a kind smile, and then the brunette continued, “I’m Ochaco Uraraka,” she waved excitedly, “It’s so nice to meet you! And to have another girl joining the class!”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” you smiled in response. “Are you two heading back to the dorms? I’m not 100% sure the way.”

“Yup!” Uraraka nodded. “We’d love to walk you back.”

“And we can show you around if you want.” Midoraya offered.

“Thanks so much! Honestly, I kinda just want to collapse right now but I’ll have to take you up on that tour some other time.”

“For sure!” Midoraya nodded with a smile. 

“That was really impressive sparring,” he continued after a few moments of walking in silence. “I haven’t seen anyone else get a hit on Kacchan in a while, well, I guess besides Todaroki, but still great job.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I barely scratched him. Is he really that good?” You’d been able to tell he was good, but dang, he was good enough that you were getting praised even after being pummeled. That piqued your interest, if you were going to make the most of your time here, he might be a good person to speak to more. Plus, you’d be able to unabashedly yell and call him names. A weird bonus but a bonus nonetheless you mused. 

The pair nodded, unaware of your thoughts. 

“What exactly is your quirk?” Midoraya asked.

“Oh, uh, basically, I control plants,” you responded with your go-to answer.

“That’s so cool!” Uraraka cooed, “you must love gardening.”

“So what were you doing at the end? You can make them go back to being seeds? To what extent do you control them? Does it only work with seeds? Is there a limit to the plants you can control?”

You could practically see the gears turning in the boy’s head, Uraraka shot you an apologetic glance but you just smiled at her in response. It was honestly nice that someone wanted to know more. People didn’t usually get this in-depth with you.

“Woah, slow down,” you waved your hands. “So I take it you just want the more complicated explanation?” 

The two nodded excitedly at you.

You took a deep breath, “basically I share energy with plants. So, I can make them grow by giving them energy, or shrink by taking it away. If I’m not careful, though, the plant will just wither and die. That can happen whether I’m giving or taking energy. How much energy I can give or take also depends on the plant itself. Things like how old it is or how connected it is to the networks around it. And with that energy, I can control them.

“What I did today was easier because I’ve been using the same seeds for fighting for a while so we’ve kinda bonded. I’ve only made plants appear with no seeds a few times. It takes a lot of concentration and I have to study the plant meticulously to be able to do it but it is handy.” You finished, hoping you hadn’t said too much as you toyed with the hems of your sleeves. 

“Woah,” the pair exclaimed. Uraraka looked hyped at your long-winded explanation, and Midorya looked like he was filled to the brim with more questions. He quickly started thinking out loud.

“He gets like that when he’s excited about quirks and hero stuff,” Uraraka explained with a laugh after you looked at him confused.

“So, does sharing energy mean healing?” He asked after a few moments of mumbling to himself. 

“Oh no, it’s more like a shot of coffee for me. Healing would be neat though.” You mused, “it can help save a plant, so I guess that’s healing.” You shrugged.

“Oh wow, then I’m extra impressed. You went against Bakugou and barely have a scratch on you!” Uraraka exclaimed.

“Oh,” you waved off her praise. “That’s just ‘cause I suck at close combat. He didn’t really need to hit me once he got close.”

“I can show you some moves I learned from my internship last year! They got me super hyped to train more!” Uraraka could have been using her quirk for all you knew with the way she bounced in excitement.

“I’d, uh, like that.” You smiled. 

—--------------

“Have you finished setting up your room y/n? We’d love to help if you haven’t!” Mina suggested when the three of you walked through the dorm building’s door, a few of the other girls stood around her. 

You blinked in surprise - in the past, you would have said no in a heartbeat but coming here was about new beginnings, and they honestly all looked so eager to help you wouldn’t be able to fight the slow nod you gave in response even if you’d wanted to. “Yeah, that would be great, thank you.”

“Woahhhhh, so many plants,” Mina exclaimed as you opened the door for the girls revealing your bare room filled with closed boxes and lots of potted plants littering the floor. 

With all of you working together it didn’t take long to get the place set up just as you’d like it. You still needed to get all the UV lamps in order but decided to deal with that later in favor of crashing, along with the other girls, on your floor.

“Okay, sooooo, anyone caught your eye?” Mina waggled her eyebrows, leaning toward you. “Ooh! Ooh! Or is there anyone you were forced to leave behind? The drama I gotta know it!” She mimed over-exaggerated swooning, falling onto Jirou, who just chuckled, and pat her friend affectionately before the pink girl sat up straight looking at you expectantly.

“No, no. Nothing interesting here.” You laughed, hugging your knees close, “but what’s the tea with you guys? Anyone, I need to steer clear of?” You hoped you were doing this whole girl talk thing right. You were more than a little rusty, if basically never could count as rusty. It’d been so long since you’d had a group of friends to just casually talk with, much less a large group of girls. 

You tried not to let the last group of friends you tried to make cloud your judgment but it seemed like these girls wouldn’t judge you no matter how awkward you were being. At least you hoped you were reading them right.

“Wellllll,” Mina grinned mischievously around at her friends, “Uraraka’s got the biggest, fattest, crush on Midoraya!”

“I do not!” The poor girl in question was so flustered she started floating, completely negating any argument from her and making you all laugh. 

You might not have been the most socially aware, but you had eyes, that one, even you could have guessed. 

“Well, I…” Jirou spoke, drawing the attention away from Uraraka. Mina bounced in anticipation as the other girl toyed with her ear jacks, “I might have a teeny tiny crush on Kaminari.” She finished so quietly it was ironic her quirk revolved around sound. 

“I knew it!” Mina and Uraraka cried out in unison at the same time as Yaoyorozu and Hagakure cooed, “So cute!”

Her other friends hadn’t known ? She was sharing a new secret with you there ? They trust me ? You hoped the wetness in your eyes didn’t show as the girls around you continued chatting amicably into the night.

When you finally went to sleep that night, you felt more warm than you had in a long, long time. Maybe your time here would actually end up being a good thing.

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“Newbie spar with me.” A gruff voice interrupted your conversation with Kirishima as you made your way to the training grounds.

“Why? You already won.” You rolled your eyes before remembering the praise you had received yesterday. “Your ego so small you need to do it again?”

“Because you fucking hesitated.” He huffed. “Why? Spar with me for real.”

Your blood ran cold at the reminder of what you had almost done the day before. The happy little bubble you had made for yourself over your first day was so quickly punctured and you felt the weight of all the lies and the fear of what would happen if these people, these heroes, found out who you truly were. 

“I didn’t fucking hesitate. You won fair and square.” You scoffed back, hoping your face wasn’t as pale as you felt it might be and that he took the shaking of your fists as anger, not fear.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He leaned toward you, making you want to turn your head from the proximity.

 Instead, you glared right back. You had to hold your own on this. He could not know .

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Spikey Hair.” You crossed your arms. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change.” You bumped his shoulder as you walked past him, not missing the glare he sent after you.

You steadied yourself in the bathroom stall, taking a few deep breaths as you ran the conversation over and over in your head. You stared at your palm, opening and closing it into a fist. He didn’t seem like the type to let things go, and that scared you more than anything.

No, you thought, he is not going to ruin this for me . You resolved yourself to what you knew you had to do. If you asked him to train you surely he wouldn’t stay so hung up on your hesitation. And then there was the added benefit of actually getting stronger. It was going to be fine, you were going to be fine . You made your way back out to the training area sticking a bandaid over the hole in your bubble, doing your best to ignore the feeling that it was still leaking air.

[bkglove]

Drunken haze

Tags: prohero!Bakugou, groping, cussing, consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendos, short image. Minors do not interact!

He was already chugging his seventh drink when he saw you across the bar.

Clubs had never been Bakugou's favorite scene.

He hated how the establishment was filled with all types of people, dancing, overly sweating, drinking, being all loud without a care in the world.

A pretty little thing, wearing a silk-like orange dress that reached your midthighs, showing so much skin it was tantalizing. A sparkly, fine chain was circling your waist, and it connected with a similar necklace. Your hair was perfectly syled, as if you went to a salon before stepping into the club, and he could make out your simple make-up, which did nothing but enhance your beauty.

The bartender, the one attending the VIP tables, manages to catch his attention.

So delectable, he wanted a piece.

He was planning on a quick approach, throw a couple of flirts and get you at his place to hopefully bury his face in between those pretty thighs of yours. But when you briefly locked eyes with him after your friend whispered something in your ear, Bakugou felt intimidated. Something so unusual of him.

"Would you like anything else?"

His friends are quick to order up some concoctions for their next rounds, and when the guy looks at him expectanlty, Bakugou huffs, eyes once again finding solace in your pretty sight, now laughing at something the girl beside you was saying.

"A whiskey for me, and a Platinum Passion for that chick" He motions with his chin, eyes not even once leaving your table. He misses how his friends are exchanging weird looks, or how the bartender nods, albeit a little taken aback.

"Uh, sure. Right away"

He waits, roughly five minutes, and when the bartender finally gives you the drink, Bakugou is already feeling cocky, much more so when you look up at him and smile. A pretty smile that he wants to turn into an open box of symphony, moaning for him. He revels into the attention, but is short lived when your friend taps your shoulder to continue whatever conversation you were having.

Then, the bartender approaches his table once again, this time bringing him the whiskey. He pulls out his wallet.

"Sir, the whisky is only five.."

" If 'ya get that hot chick to come home with me those are all 'urs" the bartender takes the quite scary-looking stash of money, and looks at the prohero as if he has grown another head, then looks at his friends in search of something.

"Oi, Kats" Mina slurs, mostly inhebrieted but not enough to not understand what was going on. " u drunk?"

Bakugou scoffs. He wasn't drunk. Tipsy, yes, but not drunk. What was so wrong with a guy wanting to get some? Especially when the night offered him such pretty little thing to ravage? You're cute, too pretty to pass on such opportunity. Tipsy or not, he wants you. Consensually, of course.

"Piss off. And you-" He almost snarls at the bartender, which is quick to straighten his back, "you got a job do to. Scram!"

The poor guy leaves in a hurry, and Bakugou goes back on sipping his drink, happy to see that you too seem to enjoy his offering.

"Bakubruh-" Kirishima too is slurring, tongue seemingly twisting in his mouth by the amount of alcohol he has consumed in the past three hours. "Youh'r a lost causs"

Bakugou rolls his eyes at his spoken grammar, deciding to ignore whatever his friend was trying to say. But when his eyes went back at your table, you weren't there, and he let out a string of curses.

He scared you off.

Of fucking course he scared you. A stranger bought you a drink and then sent a bartender to tell you that he wants to get in your pants- well, skirt. Who knows how many creeps had done the same thing, he should've of known better than this. He's a pro hero for crying out loud! And just now he stooped lower than any other scumbag-

"Heard you want to take me home?" Your palms slide on his pecks, body barely bending over his shoulder to give a soft, barely felt kiss on the side of his neck. His own palms are sweating like crazy, while his heart is doing flips at this turn of events.

"Hi, pretty boy" He turns around like almost burned, eyes shining at the realization that you decided to approach him. He wanted to greet you back, but his throat seemed to temporarily go numb.

You're so, so much more prettier up close, and he couldn't wait for that coral lipstick to be imprinted all over his skin.

"Fuck yeah princess" He gets up from the cushion, turning around to slide his hands over that flimsy cloth you call dress, and grabs a handful of your ass. Never had his hands ever felt at home like in that moment. So small compared to him, so delicate in comparison with his roughness, so sweet, so pliant, and so easy to have. He was going to ruin you.

As he walks out with you, wrapped around your back, hands never seeming to stop at feeling up your body, the bartender turns to his colleague, mouth agape and eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"I swear... I've never seen someone so drunk before"

"What do you mean?"

"He paid me 10k to ask his wife to take him home, can you believe it?"

[bkglove]

In Bloom chp 2

Chp 1

Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, secrets, SLOW BURN, strangers to friends to lovers(?) (I may add more tags but you get the gist)

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You were surprised when Aizawa didn’t make you demonstrate your quirk at the start of class. You were not surprised when a certain angry blond stalked toward you with murder in his eyes the second Aizawa announced the class would be sparring with quirks allowed.

“Give it your best Flower Girl.” He taunted, bumping against your shoulder as he walked past to a clear spot for your fight.

You glared after him, spinning on your heel. If your quirk had been fire-related there would’ve been steam coming from your ears. It wasn’t exactly an offensive nickname but something about the way he said it made you want to punch him in the face. He must get that a lot.

You looked around, not missing the way your new classmates not so subtly watched the two of you as they half-heartedly sparred against their own partners. Honestly, you were at a major disadvantage here. The training ground was entirely made of concrete, you couldn’t even feel any remnants of dirt down below all the layers that must have been added and rebuilt over the years. Sure, you had your trusty pack of seeds tucked into your costume but your quirk was stronger when you had access to nature. Plus, you didn’t actually know anything about this guy’s quirk or fighting style. Of course, he didn’t know much about yours either but still.

You knew you were good, but you tended to work more at a range or undercover. You could throw a punch but couldn’t really take many. You scanned the area again, trying to come up with a plan that at least didn’t make you look like a total fool even if you lost. 

“Whenever you’re ready.” A gruff voice broke through your thoughts. You looked up to find an impatient Bakugou glaring at you from a few paces away.

Okay , you took a deep breath, let’s go .

As fast as you could, which was pretty damn fast if you do say so yourself, you threw a handful of seeds toward him and then made a line in front of yourself. You threw up your hand, causing the seeds in front of you to grow into thick beanstalk vines immediately. Sure this maneuver would restrict your visibility a little but it would also keep you protected so you could fight with some cover in the otherwise barren training ground.

The second your wall of plants was up, Bakuguo was moving and damn was he fast.

You flicked your wrist and watched from between the vines as your seeds burst, creating thick thorned vines, a few bloomed roses decorating them. You sent two shooting after him from behind. One managed to wrap around his leg, but he was able to keep his arms free.

He created a mini-explosion in his hand blasting away the vine wrapped around his leg without any hesitation. Your move hadn’t even slowed him down.

Shit . So he makes things explode. Add that to your list of disadvantages. I t does fit his personality though . 

Then he was in the air, flying around like he god damned owned the space. That had to change, or he was going to have no trouble getting over your barricade. Your hands moved like you were conducting an orchestra as you sent vine after vine for him not stopping or slowing even when you started to feel yourself giving over a little bit more energy than you would’ve liked to have had to.

His reflexes were incredibly impressive as well. You had to commend him as he successfully avoided your grabbing vines over and over. When one finally made contact, you could have whooped in excitement if you weren’t focusing so intently on making the grab count.

You couldn’t help but wince for the poor guy as your thorny rose vine wrapped tight around his forearm, yanking him toward the ground, slowing him down enough that you were able to get two more vines wrapped around his legs.

It didn’t really surprise you when he maneuvered his free hand away so you couldn’t grab it as well and take the win. With a few well-timed blasts, he was racing back toward you. I have to keep him away .

“That all you got, Flower Girl?!” He yelled.

You were running low on unharmed seeds and plants near him. You puppeted a few stalks from your wall straight toward him and you were honestly surprised when one landed a hit straight on his chest sending him hurtling back and toward the ground giving you enough time to shoot some more of the thorny vines at him scratching him more than a little. You were satisfied that you at least had done the minimum of what you’d promised.

He was racing toward you again, the guy didn’t even look like he was out of breath. Unfair . You weren’t even moving and could feel the effects of your power making you tired. He lunged for you, you were able to block him with the beanstalks.

“Ap shot.” He yelled, blasting right through them like it was nothing. It probably was for him, but still.

There was one more trick you had up your sleeve, it wouldn’t really help you much but you’d probably look cool. You sprung back into a back handspring, creating a little more distance between the two of you. O kay, now I can lose with my pride intact . 

You held up your best attempt at a strong hand-to-hand fighting pose. You made some of the rose vines wrap themselves around you, it might slow you down a little but it meant that if he was going to throw a punch he’d have to take damage himself too.

He shot himself forward at the last second instead of throwing a punch as you expected, he blasted you, easily tearing apart the delicate armor you’d made for yourself and throwing you down to the ground.

The shot sent you sliding a few paces away. You threw up your arm as Bakugou slowly moved toward you, knowing you’d been bested. But there was one more thing you could do. You narrowed your eyes and took a deep breath then stopped yourself, hand shaking. No , that’s what had gotten you into this mess in the first place. 

The one small moment of hesitation was all he needed before he was on you, his knee digging into the back of your leg as he tugged at your arm enough that you knew he could dislocate it if he really wanted to.

“I told you I’d kill you.” He breathed heavy in your ear.

You didn’t really want to give him the satisfaction of tapping out but you weren’t a sore loser. You knew when you’d been beat. You only struggled for a second more just to really make sure there was no way out. When he pulled on your arm a little more, making you bite back a yelp, you finally admitted defeat.

“Easily pummel me huh.” He scoffed as he climbed off of you.

“Yeah whatever,” you grumbled sitting up and rubbing your shoulder. You had to admit this guy was good .

He narrowed his eyes at you, “at the end. You hesitated,” He leaned in close. “Don’t fuckin’ do that again newbie.” And with that, he stomped away.

You chose to ignore the not very discrete looks of your classmates as they pretended to have not been checking out the new kid’s quirk as you went around collecting your plants and turning back the ones you could to seeds.

After class, once you started heading to find the dorms, you were hoping to run into someone you recognized. You were pretty sure you could find the way yourself, but it would be easier if someone showed you around. You were saved from having to look around and hope for the best when a boy with wild green hair and a girl with short brown hair and round pink cheeks approached you. You kinda recognized them from class.

“Hey y/n,” the two greeted you.

“Ah hi-” you stuttered not knowing their names. You were pretty sure they hadn’t introduced themselves to you earlier, so it wasn’t like you were forgetting.

“I’m Izuku Midoraya,” the green-haired boy filled in one of the blanks for you with a kind smile, and then the brunette continued, “I’m Ochaco Uraraka,” she waved excitedly, “It’s so nice to meet you! And to have another girl joining the class!”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” you smiled in response. “Are you two heading back to the dorms? I’m not 100% sure the way.”

“Yup!” Uraraka nodded. “We’d love to walk you back.”

“And we can show you around if you want.” Midoraya offered.

“Thanks so much! Honestly, I kinda just want to collapse right now but I’ll have to take you up on that tour some other time.”

“For sure!” Midoraya nodded with a smile. 

“That was really impressive sparring,” he continued after a few moments of walking in silence. “I haven’t seen anyone else get a hit on Kacchan in a while, well, I guess besides Todaroki, but still great job.”

You raised an eyebrow, “I barely scratched him. Is he really that good?” You’d been able to tell he was good, but dang, he was good enough that you were getting praised even after being pummeled. That piqued your interest, if you were going to make the most of your time here, he might be a good person to speak to more. Plus, you’d be able to unabashedly yell and call him names. A weird bonus but a bonus nonetheless you mused. 

The pair nodded, unaware of your thoughts. 

“What exactly is your quirk?” Midoraya asked.

“Oh, uh, basically, I control plants,” you responded with your go-to answer.

“That’s so cool!” Uraraka cooed, “you must love gardening.”

“So what were you doing at the end? You can make them go back to being seeds? To what extent do you control them? Does it only work with seeds? Is there a limit to the plants you can control?”

You could practically see the gears turning in the boy’s head, Uraraka shot you an apologetic glance but you just smiled at her in response. It was honestly nice that someone wanted to know more. People didn’t usually get this in-depth with you.

“Woah, slow down,” you waved your hands. “So I take it you just want the more complicated explanation?” 

The two nodded excitedly at you.

You took a deep breath, “basically I share energy with plants. So, I can make them grow by giving them energy, or shrink by taking it away. If I’m not careful, though, the plant will just wither and die. That can happen whether I’m giving or taking energy. How much energy I can give or take also depends on the plant itself. Things like how old it is or how connected it is to the networks around it. And with that energy, I can control them.

“What I did today was easier because I’ve been using the same seeds for fighting for a while so we’ve kinda bonded. I’ve only made plants appear with no seeds a few times. It takes a lot of concentration and I have to study the plant meticulously to be able to do it but it is handy.” You finished, hoping you hadn’t said too much as you toyed with the hems of your sleeves. 

“Woah,” the pair exclaimed. Uraraka looked hyped at your long-winded explanation, and Midorya looked like he was filled to the brim with more questions. He quickly started thinking out loud.

“He gets like that when he’s excited about quirks and hero stuff,” Uraraka explained with a laugh after you looked at him confused.

“So, does sharing energy mean healing?” He asked after a few moments of mumbling to himself. 

“Oh no, it’s more like a shot of coffee for me. Healing would be neat though.” You mused, “it can help save a plant, so I guess that’s healing.” You shrugged.

“Oh wow, then I’m extra impressed. You went against Bakugou and barely have a scratch on you!” Uraraka exclaimed.

“Oh,” you waved off her praise. “That’s just ‘cause I suck at close combat. He didn’t really need to hit me once he got close.”

“I can show you some moves I learned from my internship last year! They got me super hyped to train more!” Uraraka could have been using her quirk for all you knew with the way she bounced in excitement.

“I’d, uh, like that.” You smiled. 

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“Have you finished setting up your room y/n? We’d love to help if you haven’t!” Mina suggested when the three of you walked through the dorm building’s door, a few of the other girls stood around her. 

You blinked in surprise - in the past, you would have said no in a heartbeat but coming here was about new beginnings, and they honestly all looked so eager to help you wouldn’t be able to fight the slow nod you gave in response even if you’d wanted to. “Yeah, that would be great, thank you.”

“Woahhhhh, so many plants,” Mina exclaimed as you opened the door for the girls revealing your bare room filled with closed boxes and lots of potted plants littering the floor. 

With all of you working together it didn’t take long to get the place set up just as you’d like it. You still needed to get all the UV lamps in order but decided to deal with that later in favor of crashing, along with the other girls, on your floor.

“Okay, sooooo, anyone caught your eye?” Mina waggled her eyebrows, leaning toward you. “Ooh! Ooh! Or is there anyone you were forced to leave behind? The drama I gotta know it!” She mimed over-exaggerated swooning, falling onto Jirou, who just chuckled, and pat her friend affectionately before the pink girl sat up straight looking at you expectantly.

“No, no. Nothing interesting here.” You laughed, hugging your knees close, “but what’s the tea with you guys? Anyone, I need to steer clear of?” You hoped you were doing this whole girl talk thing right. You were more than a little rusty, if basically never could count as rusty. It’d been so long since you’d had a group of friends to just casually talk with, much less a large group of girls. 

You tried not to let the last group of friends you tried to make cloud your judgment but it seemed like these girls wouldn’t judge you no matter how awkward you were being. At least you hoped you were reading them right.

“Wellllll,” Mina grinned mischievously around at her friends, “Uraraka’s got the biggest, fattest, crush on Midoraya!”

“I do not!” The poor girl in question was so flustered she started floating, completely negating any argument from her and making you all laugh. 

You might not have been the most socially aware, but you had eyes, that one, even you could have guessed. 

“Well, I…” Jirou spoke, drawing the attention away from Uraraka. Mina bounced in anticipation as the other girl toyed with her ear jacks, “I might have a teeny tiny crush on Kaminari.” She finished so quietly it was ironic her quirk revolved around sound. 

“I knew it!” Mina and Uraraka cried out in unison at the same time as Yaoyorozu and Hagakure cooed, “So cute!”

Her other friends hadn’t known ? She was sharing a new secret with you there ? They trust me ? You hoped the wetness in your eyes didn’t show as the girls around you continued chatting amicably into the night.

When you finally went to sleep that night, you felt more warm than you had in a long, long time. Maybe your time here would actually end up being a good thing.

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“Newbie spar with me.” A gruff voice interrupted your conversation with Kirishima as you made your way to the training grounds.

“Why? You already won.” You rolled your eyes before remembering the praise you had received yesterday. “Your ego so small you need to do it again?”

“Because you fucking hesitated.” He huffed. “Why? Spar with me for real.”

Your blood ran cold at the reminder of what you had almost done the day before. The happy little bubble you had made for yourself over your first day was so quickly punctured and you felt the weight of all the lies and the fear of what would happen if these people, these heroes, found out who you truly were. 

“I didn’t fucking hesitate. You won fair and square.” You scoffed back, hoping your face wasn’t as pale as you felt it might be and that he took the shaking of your fists as anger, not fear.

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He leaned toward you, making you want to turn your head from the proximity.

 Instead, you glared right back. You had to hold your own on this. He could not know .

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Spikey Hair.” You crossed your arms. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to change.” You bumped his shoulder as you walked past him, not missing the glare he sent after you.

You steadied yourself in the bathroom stall, taking a few deep breaths as you ran the conversation over and over in your head. You stared at your palm, opening and closing it into a fist. He didn’t seem like the type to let things go, and that scared you more than anything.

No, you thought, he is not going to ruin this for me . You resolved yourself to what you knew you had to do. If you asked him to train you surely he wouldn’t stay so hung up on your hesitation. And then there was the added benefit of actually getting stronger. It was going to be fine, you were going to be fine . You made your way back out to the training area sticking a bandaid over the hole in your bubble, doing your best to ignore the feeling that it was still leaking air.

[bkglove]

kacchan is therapy, kacchan is my lifeline, kacchan, just kacchan, kacchan

[bkglove]

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

[bkglove]

In Bloom (chp 1)

Summary: You, a girl with a plant quirk and a suspicious story transfer into UA mid second year and Bakugou wants to figure out what you’re hiding - his reasoning has absolutely nothing to do with the stupid warmth and annoying fluttering in his chest he gets from hanging around you. None. At. All.

Fluff, angst, friends to lovers, mutual pining, secrets, SLOW BURN, strangers to friends to lovers(?) (I may add more tags but you get the gist)

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“Watch where you’re going, moron.”

You looked up, just catching the scowling face of the boy you’d bumped into as he stalked away. You watched him go, a frown on your face. 

Some hero school. You thought before scrambling to collect the papers you’d dropped. “Suppose not everyone here’s gotta be nice,” you grumbled to yourself. 

Though you couldn’t be too mad about it, it had been entirely your fault after all. You’d been too busy staring out the windows, ogling the oversized classroom doors, and basically looking anywhere except for right in front of you when you’d bumped into the blonde. That didn’t mean he had to be so rude about it though. 

You didn’t need some random picking up your papers and looking through your stuff but a polite “excuse me” or even saying nothing would have been better than what he’d said. You let out a frustrated breath, so much for new beginnings. 

“Where is it?” You rifled through the hastily cleaned up papers, this day was just getting worse and worse. 

You couldn’t find the sheet that let you know where your new classroom was located. You knew you should have just waited outside the principles office for the homeroom teacher like you were supposed to but you were bored and had, had all the necessary information needed to find your own way when you’d opted to walk around.

“Aha!” There it was, the paper had drifted a few feet farther than others resting right at a turn of the hallway, probably why you hadn’t spotted it sooner. 

You went to reach for it right as a voice called from around the corner “Bakubro wait up!”

You watched with a defeated sigh as the newcomer’s foot landed right on the paper.

Absolutely fantastic first day. You rolled your eyes.

This boy at least had the decency to stop once he realized he’d stepped on something and spotted you staring at the paper under his foot. He grabbed the paper. “Hey! Sorry about that,” his grin was big and welcoming despite housing razor-sharp teeth, he held out the paper. “Wasn’t really looking where I was going.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Okay, so this school was not made up entirely of self-righteous assholes . Hopefully, that last guy was the outlier and not this friendly boy in front of you. You did your best to smile back at him “That’s okay, there really was no helping it.” You took the paper back from him.

“I’m Kirishima,” his grin never faltered, “I haven’t seen you around before, are you a general studies student or?” He let the question trail off.

“I, uh, I just transferred here. From a different school. I’m a hero student.” You tried not to outwardly cringe, the half-truth falling stiltedly from your lips, all things considered, you were surprisingly awful at lying. 

“That’s awesome! I’m a hero student too! Do you need help finding your class or anything?”

He’s like a golden retriever puppy , the thought brought a more genuine smile to your lips, okay so maybe not the worst first day ever .

“That would be amazing. Though, I don’t want to hold you up from meeting your friend.” You recalled he’d been running after someone before spotting you.

“That’s alright, I’ll see him in class anyway.” The redhead, Kirishima, you would do your best to remember his name, waved his hand as if physically trying to dispel your worries.

“Thank you so much,” you handed him back the sheet of paper he’d stepped on, pointing to where it read your classroom.

“Hey cool, we’re in the same class!” He looked between you and the paper excitedly.

“Well, that’s convenient.” You couldn’t help the little laugh that escaped you, his enthusiasm was infectious. Maybe making friends here wouldn’t be as hard as you’d feared.

“I’ll introduce you to everyone.” He grinned and the two of you started walking. “Oh wait, I don’t think I got your name,” he looked at you sheepishly.

“Y/N.” You replied easily, having decided long ago it was inevitably going to be easier and safest to just use your real name, even if it made your palms a little sweaty.

“Well nice to officially meet you Y/N,” Kirishima replied assuaging your nerves as the two of you continued on your way to the classroom. 

You had to hold back a frown when he opened the door and you spotted a familiar swash of ash blonde hair and a scowling face, all the good feelings and hopes for the day, and the class as a whole coming crashing down around you. 

One asshole and one super nice guy , you thought glancing around at the rest of the students, hopefully, most of them will be nice too . though your hopes for that were not high, you’d experienced firsthand how cruel even kids in a hero course could be.

You looked around for the teacher, part of the reason you’d left the hallway was to find him, assuming he’d be held up in the classroom but it didn’t seem like he was around. Before you could ask Kirishima about it a voice rang out.

“Whose the cutey Kirisihima? Your girlfriend?” 

You looked up to see a boy with electric blonde hair a black zig-zag running through the top glancing between the two of you, eyebrows wiggling.

“No man.” Kirishima spoke first, cheeks pink, “this is our new classmate. I met her in the hall.”

“Well in that case,” the blonde stood up and walked toward you in what you could only imagine was his best attempt at a swagger “Hi hottie, I’m Kaminari. What’s your name?”

“Not interested.” Were the first words out of your mouth before you could think better of it. These were new people, you were supposed to be trying to make friends .

He looked a little sad at the immediate shutdown but others in the class who had been drawn to the conversation chuckled, helping to loosen the knot of tension you’d felt growing in your gut.

“Ah, I mean,” you spoke again, waving your hand around a little, “I’m y/n.”

“Well,” Kaminari perked up, “it’s nice to meet you y/n, I’ll have to do my best to woo you.” He winked and then winced when a girl with short black hair jabbed him with what looked to be aux plugs from her ears.

“Stop being an idiot and leave the poor girl alone.” She scolded him before turning her attention to you. “I’m Jirou, it’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” you could only imagine how awkward you must have looked, face flushed, shoulders squared, palms sweaty, heart beating fast, you’d been out of the making friends game too long. 

Fortunately, you were saved from any possible further embarrassment as a tall boy with thick glasses and short dark hair stood in the center of the classroom and called for everyone to be seated as class was about to start.

Unfortunately, you still hadn’t found the teacher and were now left standing alone at the front of the classroom no idea where you were supposed to sit. "You have no one to blame but yourself for this" was going to be a mantra of yours at this rate. 

You weren’t left waiting long, almost as soon as the students each found their seat and quieted down did Aizawa enter the room. You’d met the teacher a few times before, in fact, he was a big part of the reason you were able to be transferred to U.A. and given this chance at all.

“Everyone should be seated, class is about to start,” He announced, glancing at you as he took up his spot at the front of the classroom behind a podium. “Right, we have a new student everyone, I expect you all to be welcoming.” You couldn’t be sure but it seemed like the professor had left his eyes a little longer on the angry blonde as he looked around the room. “Okay, go ahead and introduce yourself.” He said looking at you, voice tired and uninterested not giving you the vote of confidence you kinda needed.

“Oh, uh-,” your eyes darted around the classroom. You spotted Kirishima giving you a big grin and a thumbs-up before you let your eyes settle on a blank wall at the back of the room so you didn’t have to think so much about where to look. “I’m y/n. I moved and had to transfer schools. I’m very excited to learn with you all.” The practiced words fell from your lips smoothly and you could only hope it would be enough to not raise too many questions about your past, you couldn’t go through being the immediate outcast again when you swore you’d try your best to fit in with this group of hero wannabe’s.

The class immediately erupted. 

“Hi y/n! We should-”

“What’s your quir-”

“What school did yo-”

“Where’d you mov-”

The students spoke over one another so you couldn’t hear the end of any single question.

“Quiet,” Aizawa spoke, hair-defying gravity as he used his quirk to get everyone’s attention. The room was silent immediately. 

“y/n go take a seat. Everyone can ask their questions after class.” He gestured to the back of the classroom where you spotted an empty desk, quickly making your way over, ignoring the angry red eyes that followed you as you walked past. 

You knew this was the top hero school in the country but damn did they have to take their secular study classes extremely seriously too? You already felt behind and this was the part you were expecting to be good at. Lunch could not come fast enough.

The second the class was dismissed you were surrounded. It seemed, besides the one blonde outlier, this was an extremely friendly class. Or they were all really good fakes but that seemed unlikely. And, against your better judgment, you felt yourself actually getting excited about your future here. Amongst all the offers to sit with you at lunch, you opted to go with Kirishima as you’d already spoken to him and he felt like the safest bet to have the least awkward lunch experience. Besides, there would be more time to get to know the others later. 

It did not take long for you to regret that decision.

“What’s the fucking newbie doing here,” A gruff voice asked after you’d settled into the lunch table. You looked up to see the same asshole from before.

“Same as you, I expect,” you responded automatically, not that you really felt bad being snarky with him, he of all people definitely seemed to deserve it. Based on the snickers from your new classmates around the table it had been the right move. It was almost imperceptible but even his own deep frown seemed to quirk up into a small smirk for a moment as he sat down.

“C’mon man.” You heard Kirishima reprimand the blonde, as the pink girl, Mina you’d learned her name was, put a comforting hand on your arm.

“Don’t worry about Bakugou he’s just a grumpy old man,” She said seriously.

“I’m not a fucking old man.” The object of her teasing scowled at her.

“Didn’t argue the grumpy part,” Kaminari replied with a grin.

The blonde, Bakuguo, (you were doing your best to remember all the names but it was beginning to be a struggle) just grunted in response.

“He’s becoming self-aware!” Kaminari declared falling back with an over-exaggerated swoon onto Sero. The table erupted into laughter.

You risked a glance at the grumpy blonde, you were a bit surprised, at your old school he would have definitely been the type to do the making fun of not the one taking it. You knew that because it had been you. Standoffish and aggressive as a way to cope with the idiots and assholes you were forced to go to school with or face worse punishment. 

Before you could get to in your head about it, Mina patted your arm once more to get your attention. “So where’d you transfer from? What made you come here?”

“I was at the American School of Heroics, so it made the most sense to transfer here once I was moving.” you gave an easy practiced smile. Sure there were way more complicated details than that. But at the end of the day, it wasn’t really a lie so you knew it would pass with no one the wiser.

“A.S.H.! That’s like the top hero school in America right?” Sero, who you’d also been introduced to when you sat down, said excitedly. 

You nodded.

“Woah, so you must be really talented. What’s your quirk?” Kirishima asked.

That seemed to draw even Bakuguo’s attention as you noticed his eyes flick from his food to you back to his food. Not that you were paying him any special attention, or that you cared if he listened, you just happened to see it happen, that was all.

“I can control plants. Well, it’s a little bit more complex than that but that’s the easiest way to explain it.”

“That’s so cool!” Mina exclaimed.

“Can we se-” Kirishima started but was cut off by Bakuguo.

“Sounds lame as shit.”

“Excuse me?” You were taken aback. You see the rest of the table sigh, ready to call him out but he continues before they can say anything to wrangle him in.

“You heard me.” He shrugged again glancing at you for just a second before looking back at his food as if you weren’t even worth looking at as he spoke to you.

“I bet me and my lame quirk could still take you down ass-hat.” And shit, there goes your attempts at being nice. Well, whatever, it wasn’t your fault he was being a big bag of dicks.

“You wouldn’t even be able to land a scratch on me,” he retorted. That seemed to have gotten his attention as he now glared solely at you.

“A scratch?” You scoffed, ”I’d cut that whole scowl off your face.” You leaned forward.

“You sure you wanna make that bet Flower Girl.” He leaned forward too, eyes narrowed the way he said it sent a shiver down your spine, but you were in too deep now.

“Any time, any place.” You crossed your arms.

“Training. After lunch. You’re dead.” He stated in such a matter-of-fact way you kinda just wanted to deck him right then and there. 

The others at the table were quick to apologize for their friend but you could tell they were kind of excited to see what would happen.

You risked a glance around the lunchroom, expecting to see more angry eyes looking toward your obnoxiously loud table but were surprised to find no one had even looked your way. You supposed if he was always like this the people in this school must be used to it and no one really cared to notice anymore. The thought comforted you in a weird way. 

You should have been mad at him, but honestly, the arguing was kinda nice, took your mind off the anxiety that built up any time you thought too much about your future at this new school. Besides, you didn’t really know any of these people, for all you knew the kindness, and friendliness could have been fake. But anger, especially at a random person, that was real. And, in a weird way it made you find him to be a sort of calming presence, you cast a slightly less heated look his way before going back to nodding along to whatever Mina was explaining.

Chp 2

[bkglove]

I have a a reader x Bakugou fic on ao3 that’s 33 chapters long and not finished (it’ll be over 100,000 words at it’s end) I’m debating trying to post it slowly on here?

Is there an interest in reading that? I feel like most tumblr stories aren’t that long

[bkglove]

morning after (3.1k)

bakugou katsuki x f!reader

synopsis: maybe you shouldn’t have slept with the guy you’re wildly crushing on because now you’re stuck looking for your bra on your hands and knees whilst he’s asleep.

warnings: f!reader, minors dni, friends to lovers, a lot of flirting, cute crushing, protected sex!!, reader on top, kisses, idk what else to add

authors note: omg is this a fic after months??? i low-key forgot how long it takes me to write because this felt like ages lol hope u all enjoy this :) also i’m almost at 10k so yeah that’s cool too. editing luna here to say 3k??? was not expecting that lol

this was not supposed to happen. or maybe that part was but not this part. waking up in the morning in the arms of bakugou katsuki definitely wasn’t supposed to happen. you know it’s him from the one peep over your shoulder and his arm around your waist which is coated in tattoos only he has. his breath is hot on your neck and his bare chest is warm against your back, comforting and domestic.

you need to leave. 

you blink for a few times because trying to escape from a pro hero seems like a harder job than if it was any other guy. first mission, getting his arm off you. as much as you’re sure the skin-to-skin contact is sending endorphins through you, you cannot be here when he wakes up. slowly, and with two hands because his dead-weight arm is so heavy, you lift the arm circling you and you scoot your body out of his embrace.

now laying on your back you get a better look at sleeping bakugou. and how gorgeous sleeping bakugou is. you’re sure you could recite some poetry about this man’s face, quotes from classic romance books about how he’s so close to perfection if perfection was to exist. how his lax features make him look tranquil and at peace, a state you don’t see him ever look when he’s awake. the permanent frown and crease between his eyebrows is gone, his pretty ruby eyes are gone giving you a view of his dainty long brown eyelashes and his lips are slightly parted to let out breaths. 

you cannot focus on his body though. while his face is somewhat angelic, his body is the definition of devilish and from all you saw of him last night… flashbacks are not welcome in your escape plan.

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