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Queen of Infernus

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birds? In my smp?

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One last escape

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just watched ish's 1000 players rich vs poor,,, absolute cinema. minecraft roleplay will never leave me and that's okay ❤

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more Conan-kun

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ONE DAY!

synopsis: you and katsuki are unofficially married, though he plans on changing that one day.

notes: this is so ooc oml but idec im forever pushing the old married couple agenda

it’s past midnight in the common room.

a movie plays quietly in the background, barely audible over the low hum of sleepy chatter. half the squad has already dipped or passed out. sero’s snoring on the beanbag, mina’s curled up under three blankets like a burrito, and denki’s face down on the floor for some reason.

you? you’re on the couch. curled up like a cat, head resting against katsuki’s chest, his arm draped over your waist.

and you’ve completely conked out.

katsuki knows the signs. the soft, steady breathing, the twitch of your hand when you dream. the way you nuzzle a little closer, like you need to feel him near to sleep well. you’re gone. and he’s not moving a damn inch.

until kirishima leans over the back of the couch with a lazy smile and whispers not-so-subtly, “dude, just carry her to bed. you're always bragging about how she sleeps better in your room.”

katsuki scowls like he always does, and considers saying something about how it isn't bragging if it's true, but his hand is already sliding under your knees.

“shut up,” he settle for, lifting you gently like it’s nothing.

you stir just a little. blink up at him, bleary-eyed and sleep-drunk. “mmm… kats?”

“yeah, i got you,” he says, voice all low and rumbly.

you nuzzle into his shoulder with a tiny smile. “y're so nice…”

“yeah, yeah. go back to sleep, dumbass.”

you do.

he walks past the others, careful not to jostle you. the whole room watches like it’s a documentary about the most interesting topic of their lives.

“bro,” sero mumbles from the beanbag. “you’re literally already married.”

mina, half-awake, adds, “bet she’s got her own drawer in your room.”

“two,” katsuki smirks, clearly proud. it isn't bragging if it's true.

“just propose already,” denki calls from the floor. “she’d say yes before you even finish the sentence.”

katsuki doesn’t even hesitate.

“workin' on it.”

and with that, he disappears down the hallway with your head on his shoulder, his steps soft, his heart full.

once you're in his dorm, he takes off your makeup for you with the stuff you've left in his room. he pulls off your socks for you, too, because you always say the only people who sleep with socks on are serial killers. he knows you'll stick your cold feet under him later, but he couldn't care less. he plugs your phone into the charger on your side of the bed and gently lays you in it.

and before crawling in beside you, he kisses your forehead and ring finger softly and whispers it, like a promise:

“one day.”

masterlist reblogs + comments super duper appreciated! <3

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[All right, that's enough drinking for you.]

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katsuki's whole body goes rigid when you fall asleep on him for the first time in the u.a commons.

Your head rested on his chest, his arms around your waist. (finally after two weeks of warming up to even have your head resting on his shoulder) His warmth alone making your shoulders droop and your brain melt as your eyes began to flicker, the movie popping in and out before you finally gave in and fell asleep.

It took katuski about seven minutes before he actually heard your soft snores, and when he did, it was like his entire nervous system short-circuited.

He didn't even breathe for a second—just gazed down at you, wide-eyed and stiff as a board, like moving even a fraction might wake you. His heartbeat, previously steady, now pounded so loud in his ears he was certain it’d rattle your skull through sheer proximity.

His arms, slowly tightened around your waist as he let his head tilt back against the couch cushion. Sighing to himself, barely more than a breath, he stared at the crown of your head resting on his chest. One of his thumbs rubbing an absentminded, slow circle against your waist. Red eyes softening as they grew entranced on your sleeping face.

That’s when he heard the quiet, stifled snort of laughter.

He didn’t even have to look.

“…I swear to fuckin god,” he gritted under his breath.

Sure enough, Kirishima and Denki peeked around the corner like two middle schoolers spying on a crush—grinning ear to ear, wide-eyed, and absolutely eating this moment alive. “Awwww,” Denki mouthed exaggeratedly, hands pressed to his heart.

Kirishima bit his lip to keep from cackling, mouthing, ‘Someones gone soft!’ with eyes practically sparkling.

Bakugou's jaw flexed. Didn’t want to risk disturbing you. But those two were pushing it. “The fuck are you two doin’?” he hissed, whisper-shouting. “Get outta here before I kick both your asses.”

“Dude, you’re cradling her like a kitten,” Denki whispered, eyes watering from holding back laughter. Katsuki inhaled sharply through his nose, seething. But then, your body stirred gently against him, a faint sigh leaving your lips as you shifted slightly, brows knitting like you were about to wake. Katsuki’s attention snapped down to you, his expression softening in half a heartbeat.

“Shhh…” he cooed lowly—soothing, rough but tender, his palm splaying wider across your back as he whispered, “S’fine, go back to sleep sweets.” You relaxed again almost immediately, breath evening out as you snuggled further into his chest.

Glancing back up at the duo, the blonde shot them a murderous glare. Both Kirishima and Denki quickly ducked away with flurried thumbs-ups and silent wheezing. Finally leaving katsuki alone, who rolled his eyes with a scoff, muttering under his breath again as he tucked his chin back over your head.

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Just a little thing about Bakugou and changing his opinion on physical affection >.<

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In the beginning of you and Katsuki’s relationship he was not a big fan of you touching him. He would always push your hand away and say something on the lines of ‘don’t touch me’ or ‘you’re so touchy.’

You didn’t take it too much to heart knowing who he was and how he had his own love language (txt reference heh.) so it came as somewhat of a surprise when that changed.

you didn’t know why or when but eventually he all together stopped, he didn’t push your hand away anymore or complained about your affections.

if anything he would lean into your touch more, going as far as to sulk when you would stop petting his hair.

“Baby why’d ya stop?” He frowned nuzzling into the hand you were previously petting him with, trying to get you to continue scratching his head.

You looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, all you were going to do was flip to the next page of your book?

“I thought you didn’t like when I touched you?” You closed your book, leaving your finger in place of a bookmark as you looked down towards your lap where his bundle of blonde hair lay a bit ruffled.

“what?” His frown deepened into a pout at your assumption. “why would you think that?” He reached for your hand putting it back in his fluffed up hair still awaiting your answer.

“You would always push my hand away whenever I touched you?” You looked at him puzzled at the switch up, would he stay like this or go back to pushing your hand away in an hour?

“Well I was a dumbass keep doing it.” He replied plainly, rolling to his side to hug your waist. Humming in satisfaction as you continued to rummage in his hair per his request.

And honestly you thought this was just a momentary thing but from then on he never said anything about you touching him.

Only complaint he would voice involved how you weren’t touching him enough.

“baby pet me” or “scratch my head” hell even “you haven’t touched me in a while.” But don’t call him needy he’ll overreact lol.

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sweet!bf katsuki who never lets his girl carry any bags. I mean this man will look at you like you slapped him if he sees you holding anything.

sweet!bf katsuki who loves it when you hold on to his bicep when walking together, whether its just to be close to him or so you don't stray far he loves that shit.

sweet!bf katsuki who hardly posts anything on his socials except little snippets of you and your dates. (Your initial is in his bio <3)

sweet!bf katsuki who seconds after you say your feet hurt, picks you up silently and carries you to wherever your going. Doesn't give a fuck if your embarrassed or what, "Don't need you trippin or hurting yourself dumbass."

sweet!bf katsuki who always has a hand over your thighs when you guys cuddle, not even in a sexual way. He just likes the feel of you under his hand. And if you call him out on it he'll suck his teeth before pinching you and saying, "Not my fault yer soft n shit."

sweet!bf katsuki who always picks up the phone with one or two rings, whether its the middle of the night or in the early hours in the morning.

sweet!bf katsuki who, despites what everyone thinks practically kisses the ground you walk on and would kill anyone who dims the light of your smile.

® princessxmin all rights reserved. please to not alter, copy or translate my work !

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Okay, but imagine the reader casually blurting out to Katsuki that she’s pregnant—just totally random sksksk

The kitchen was loud with the usual mess of voices, laughter echoing off the walls like music only they could understand. Mina was talking too fast about bikinis, Sero was already volunteering to bring a cooler twice his size, and Kaminari was arguing with Kirishima about who'd make the better grill master — as if either of them had cooked anything that wasn’t instant noodles in the past year.

You leaned against the counter, slicing up fruit with practiced ease, half-listening and half-dreaming of the salt wind already. Bakugo was beside you, arms crossed, smirking like he had the whole thing figured out already. His voice, sharp but amused, cut through the chatter.

“Better bring some real liquor this time,” he muttered. “Ain’t goin’ all the way to the beach just to drink soda like a bunch of extras.”

“I can’t drink,” you said absently, dropping a slice of mango into the bowl. “You know that.”

And that was it.

That was the moment.

The knife paused mid-slice. Not your hand — his.

Katsuki went still. Not just quiet — still, like he’d been turned to stone. A breath hitched, low in his chest, and his crimson eyes flicked to you like a magnet pulled his whole soul sideways.

“…What?”

You blinked up at him, the way someone does when they realize they’ve said something that suddenly shifted the entire orbit of the conversation. But it was too late now. The words were out, weightless and quiet, but loud enough to split the sky inside him.

“I can’t drink,” you said again, softer this time. “For, y’know. Reasons.”

He swallowed. Hard.

And even with Mina cackling in the background and Kaminari arguing about bringing fireworks, the sound of your voice settled into his bones like thunder muffled in cotton. He didn’t say anything. Just stared. Mouth parting like he wanted to ask, but couldn’t find a question gentle enough to cradle the answer.

Your hand lingered on the bowl, not meeting his gaze. “It’s still early. I was gonna tell you. I mean— I guess I just did.”

His fingers twitched where they rested on the counter. Not out of panic — not Katsuki. He was still fire, still flint and grit. But he burned quieter now. In a way only you knew. In a way that meant everything he was feeling had slammed into his chest like a second heartbeat.

He didn’t ask if you were serious.

Didn’t ask if it was his — he knew.

Didn’t ask what you were going to do.

He just looked at you like something holy had cracked open between the silence. And maybe he didn’t smile — not fully, not yet — but there was something in the twitch of his mouth, the soft narrowing of his eyes, the way he stepped slightly closer to you like gravity finally made sense again.

You nudged his elbow, light and awkward. “Don’t freak out.”

“I’m not,” he said, voice low, but it wavered like a leaf in a storm. “I just…”

He broke off, dragged a hand through his hair, and let out a breath that sounded like it’d been waiting to escape for a thousand years.

“I just didn’t think I’d find out like that.”

You laughed then — really laughed. “Sorry. You know me. Great with timing.”

He looked at you for a long second, then whispered, “You always are.”

And just like that, he reached over and took a slice of mango from the bowl — popped it into his mouth like nothing had changed. Like everything had changed. And somewhere between the taste of fruit and the sound of your laugh, you saw it: the soft, stunned joy blooming quiet and slow behind his eyes.

He didn’t need to say he was happy.

He was. It lived in the way he stood closer. The way his hand brushed yours. The way, even after the beach plans and fireworks talk resumed, he kept glancing at you like you were already holding the world inside you — and maybe, in a way, you were.

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forgot i never posted these! my two pieces for @haidocityzines’ heishin anthology last year ^^

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+1 ! 🐶

Here is my HeiShin Valentines Exchange gift for @yumerikka! I love both your prompts so much, and so I did both. Hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy making them~🥰 -red

Also thank you @heishinvalentineexchange2025 for holding the event! It was a blast!🥳

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Noooo ‘cause I’m too soft for Bakugo coming home to his family 😭 Like—grumpy at the door, mush the second he sees them 🥹

The front door creaked open to the gentle hush of nighttime silence—warm, lived-in, and familiar. Katsuki Bakugo stepped inside, boots muffled against the welcome mat that read “Wipe your damn feet.” A gift from you, of course. He smirked as he shut the door behind him, the heavy scent of home wrapping around his shoulders like a blanket—fabric softener, the lingering aroma of dinner, and the faint, sweet smell of vanilla that always clung to your skin.

It was past ten. Patrol had run long—damn villain got bold in the suburbs—and paperwork ate the rest of his time. But none of that mattered now. Not when the hallway lights were dim, not when the hum of the television flickered from the living room in soft blues and purples, not when he could hear the quiet buzz of cartoon voices floating through the house like a lullaby.

And there, in the soft halo of TV glow, was the center of his universe.

You were fast asleep on the couch, one arm tucked protectively around your belly, the other curled gently under your head. Your shirt had ridden up just slightly, revealing the curve of your four-month bump. He felt something squeeze in his chest at the sight—familiar and ferocious. Love, in its loudest silence.

But what tugged the softest smile out of him was the small figure curled at your side.

His daughter.

Five years old and already a menace to society, Katsuki Jr. in spirit if not in name. She had your eyes, wide and curious, but everything else screamed Bakugo: the wild blond tufts of hair that stuck up in defiance, the permanent scowl when someone offered help she didn’t ask for, and the explosive energy that lived behind every pout, every stomp, every determined, “I can do it myself!”

Yet now, she was quiet. Eyes half-lidded, thumb in her mouth (a secret she’d deny until death), and her tiny frame pressed against your side like she belonged there. Like she'd been placed on this earth solely to keep you safe while he was away.

Bakugo crouched slowly, careful not to make a sound. His hands were still dusted with ash and gravel, faint scrapes along his knuckles from earlier. But he looked at her—really looked—and it was like the world clicked into place.

She turned at the sound of his movement, blinked once, and then narrowed her eyes with that same trademark glare he saw in the mirror every morning.

“Where’ve you been daddy?” she whispered, arms crossed, just like he did when he was pretending not to care. “It’s late.”

Katsuki raised a brow. “Says the shrimp who’s still awake watchin’ cartoons.”

“I was protectin’ Mama,” she said, as if it were obvious. “She fell asleep, so I stayed. Just in case.”

That same squeeze wrapped around his heart again.

“He kickin’?” he asked quietly, glancing at your belly.

His daughter nodded solemnly. “I think the baby likes cartoons. Moved a lot when the princess punched the bad guy.”

“Tch,” Bakugo chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Good taste.”

He sat down beside the couch, letting his back hit the floor with a quiet sigh. He leaned his head against your thigh, one hand gently brushing the curve of your belly, the other reaching out to hold his daughter’s smaller one. She took it with no hesitation, her fingers warm and sticky from the grapes she must’ve snuck from the fridge.

This was what people didn’t expect from him.

Not when they watched him on the battlefield, shouting orders, leveling threats. Not when they saw him barking at sidekicks or outpacing heroes twice his age. They thought he was too rough for soft things. Too volatile for family. Too sharp to ever be someone's peace.

But here, in the quiet, with your hand twitching slightly in sleep and his daughter gripping his pinky like it was a lifeline—he knew better.

He was fire. But he had built his life with things worth warming.

And when his daughter looked up at him with sleepy eyes and mumbled, “You can rest now, Daddy. I protected her,” he felt something unnameable bloom inside him.

“Yeah,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then your belly. “You did good, baby.”

She grinned in that smug, Bakugo way and curled into your side once more.

And Katsuki stayed there—on the living room floor, with the weight of the world tucked safely in his arms.

Home. Loud and soft and messy and warm.

His favorite battlefield of all.

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Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

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playing matchmakers

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: class a was off on a retreat when they decided that there was no better time to play match makers than now, for their two friends who obviously like each other very much. too bad it only ended up being a colossal of failures.

"alright girls, listen up!"

"boys let's get down to business."

“we all know those two, ahem— heartgoboom. that’s their code name, both like each other correct?"

"our bakubro needs all the help he can get. now he might not say it but everyone with a pair of eyes can see that he has the hots for a certain someone right? everybody who can attest say I—“

“for our plan I was thinking of creating a romantic atmosphere. like getting them to sit next to each other during meal time.”

“my bright idea, heh get it? is to lock them inside the storage room— whose with me?!”

“see it’s all about building up the moment in those unprecedented times making a sure fire way to get them to smooch!“

“then they can totally fuck.”

“if we do this correctly they’ll confess to each other and it’s a mission success!!”

“remember the saying, fuck if we do, fuck if we don’t— let’s fuck!”

“kaminari I don’t think that’s even a saying—“

attempt one: bus ride

maybe you should’ve clocked that a plan was admist but you just didn’t know what it could be. because really for what reason do your classmates have to be cutting you off in the line constantly. mina, tsu, uraraka actually all the girls, heck even koda quietly shuffled infront of you.

honestly you were tethering the edge of snapping so when aoyama ever so dazzlingly went ahead of you, your patience had run thin. about to call him out before you heard shouting from a distance.

“WAIT!!! WAIT BAKUGOU MAN I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT—“ kaminari screamed clinging to the pissed off boy.

“DON’T CARE! DON’T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT! I’M GONNA BE FUCKING LATE SO GET OFF MY DAMN LEG!!”

“PLEASE I HAVE FAMILY!!!!” the electric user desperately yelps.

bakugou only looked at him with a fed up expression.

“WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!!???” he yelled before flinging kaminari into the air.

surprisingly he landed near the entrance of the bus and not the stratosphere so you guessed that was good. it would be too bad if someone funny dissapeared like that but then again another person did get ahead of you so maybe not.

turning around you looked at bakugou, sarcastically asking him if he was gonna cut you off too.

“the fuck? no. I’m not gonna get worked up about fucking seats on the bus.” he snaps getting you a little bit riled up because everything was just annoying you at this point.

“well you don’t have to imply that I’m being childish about it.”

“what? I’m not even saying that. why are you so—“

“what? bitchy?”

“no! when the hell did I even say that!!?”

“you were gonna!”

“that isn’t even tru—“

then a constant stream of arguments stemmed from you two as the perpetrators watched the scene. okay maybe they shouldn’t have annoyed you two too much to the point of getting mad at each other as well.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt two: cooking in pairs? no— cooking in despair

after setting up your things in the designated room you shared with hagakure, you quickly unpacked to head outside and help make lunch. everyone got a choice whether they wanted to help cook or clean afterwards and you of course chose the former, not wanting to deal with the messy tables and plates.

“also you’re paired with bakugou by the way!” she exclaimed from where she sat outside the closet.

“really?” you murmured but didn’t question any further since you did miss the role assigning due to needing to use the bathroom.

stepping outside to the bustling kitchen you neared the cutting area. seeing the mountain of vegetables left totally untouched. where was he?

you thought maybe he’d come a little later but he ended up never coming at all which made you extremely frustrated since he was assigned with you to do the task. to y’know help each other but nooo you had to cut every carrot, every tomato, every potato and damn it the onions are making you tear up.

“heya where’s bakugou?” jiro asked nervously looking around.

“I don’t know, maybe he had better things to do than stay here with me of all people.”

before she could reply a group of steps could be heard coming out of the forest. there, were a few of the boys carrying buckets of water that included the one and only bakugou ‘you’re by yourself’ katsuki.

“well, well, well, look whose here.” you uttered with disdain as they came closer.

the blonde looked at you in confusion and the audacity of it was unreal. since you zeroed in only him you didn’t notice the others with nervous grins and doomed expressions.

“what’s wrong now?” he asked firmly but never with his typical bark even when he’s yelling, not with you.

“nothing. just thought that it could’ve nice if you came and helped me cut some of these up.” you answered sarcastically, annoyance evident in your face.

“so you need help? you could’ve said so. didn’t need to be a brat about it.” he replied in a banterly manner, going to stand next to you but that honestly only made you angrier.

“the nerve of you pisses me of— ugh! you do the rest yourself!!” you yelled before stomping away.

“the fuck just happened.” he muttered staring at your disappearing figure.

the rest could only sigh in defeat while glaring at kaminari who failed to switch with bakugou.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt three: right— no wrong!

after the warm meal what better way to cool off than to take a dip in the nice and refreshing river. putting on your school approved swimsuit you joined the others who were gearing up to play chicken fight.

“oh— whose joining?” you asked after being pulled next to Hagakure near the water.

“all the girls and a couple of the boys! here pick a stick.”

staring at the few multi colored sticks inside the cup you glanced a little longer at the orange colored one. huffing at the fact that you still picked it despite being currently mad at him.

“HOLD ON!!” screamed momo from a few steps away.

“yes?” you wondered, surprised at her unusual outburst.

“I— well ah….so…the thing is….nevermind.” she whispered not wanting to blow their scheme.

right.

turning to look for your partner you saw the boys huddled up and separating, seeming to be done choosing. from what you could see the one with the same color as you was none other than ojiro which you guess wasn’t bad. just not what you were aiming for.

on the other hand the blonde you did want— not that you would admit, who surprisingly even joined was with cheeks as he so annoyingly calls. now that you’re thinking about it everyone gets a deprecating nickname and she gets something cute?! you get it, she really is but damn it didn’t help your growing envy.

even more so when he seemed hellbent on getting your team to lose. with everyone cheering as they won in the end with him looking so smug. as if he successfully achieved his mission.

probably to show off to uraraka.

fuck.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt four: whose your crush?

still upset with him you actively avoided being near him during the night’s bonfire. choosing to sit next to mina instead who brought up playing the ever so popular game of truth or dare.

“so who wants to go first?” she asked cheerfully, glancing at two targets in particular before excitedly announcing bakugou’s name.

“truth or dare?”

“truth.” he answered not even hesitating, probably cause it was the fastest to complete than some dare.

“describe your crush in one word.” she grinned evilly, palms excitedly holding each other.

he took one deep breath, leaning his head up towards the sky. drink a few inches away from his lips that uttered words in a tone different from what they usually hear.

“real fucking cute.”

well that just about sealed your hopes, subconsciously shutting down what’s happening around, not realizing it was your turn.

you really didn’t want to play any games right now but you’re not gonna let bakugou of all people dictate your ability to have fun.

“truth.” you decided, not wanting to do anymore kind of physical labor.

the pink hero hummed as of thinking of a question but immediately bites the bullet.

“who do you like?”

silence fell upon the chatters of your classmate, fire cracking ever so softly. each person on the edge of their seats at your reply.

“I don’t know anymore.” you replied solemnly, which didn’t go unnoticed by the red eyed boy who you made quick eye contact with before looking away.

“oh, well that’s okay! why don’t you ask someone else now?”

“no it’s alright, someone else can have my turn.” you nodded getting up from the log.

“I need to take a breather for a minute.”

with that you left with a certain blonde right at your tail.

“we totally fucked up.” kaminari spoke out loud, the girls looking at him in disagreement.

“we? you were supposed to get him to swap with you on time and they were supposed to be together during the meal preparation!!”

“oh don’t pin the blame on us! whose good idea was it to get them annoyed this morning?!”

“as if it wasn’t you that didn’t tell ojiro about the plan!”

“we didn’t know orange was also his favorite color!!!!”

“that’s no excuse—“

and so a long argument ensued between everybody involved. going back and forth for most of the starry night, leaving the desired pair to deal with the mess unknowingly caused by them.

man, were they shit matchmakers.

— MISSION FAILED

final attempt: the truth

on everything you held dear you tried your best to ignore him calling your name multiple times but you were just so over it all.

“what do you want?” you asked, voice devoid of any warmth.

“tell me what I did wrong.” he spoke honestly, tone holding no kind of anger but a semblance of fear and vulnerability.

but you didn’t reply, feet digging firmly to the soft blades of the grass underneath.

“is it because I like you?”

both of your hands that was wrapped around your shoulders as well as your heart dropped— instantly beating as fast as a bullet train.

“are you sure? cause you have a weird way of showing it.” you grimaced.

his face twisted to a confused look, stepping a little closer to where you were.

“can you tell me the times on how I made you feel that way?” he asked softly, patience almost a hundred percent not given to no one else.

“well first of all this morning you were annoyed at me.”

“I wasn’t. that damned pikachu just put me in a sour mood.”

“I guess he does that often to you. but you also left me to cut most of the vegetables when you were assigned to do it with me.” you reasoned warily.

“what?” he asked, stilling in his spot.

“oh don’t act like you weren’t— hagakure told me so!”

“well she was dead wrong because I was assigned on water duty.”

“what?”

“yeah but that trio of dumbasses kept bothering me to— they kept bothering me to switch with that zappy idiot.” he answered almost like he came to a revelation.

“then what about during the water fight? you were definitely targeting me!”

“only because I didn’t want you on tails’ shoulder as long as you already have.”

“well you described your crush just a couple minutes ago.”

“yeah.” he nodded looking at your pouty face, eyes wobbling near close to tears.

“you said they were cute.” you said sharply, eyes finally meeting his gaze that was fully set on you.

“you are.” he said as if it was a world known fact.

“what?”

“who did you think I was talking about?”

“It’s not uraraka?” you asked to confirm.

“no dumbass. it’s always been you.” he answered pulling you in his arms.

“you’re the dummy!” you yelled sinking further in his chest.

“we can be dumb together then.” he murmured as he rest his chin on top of your head.

the moment being serene and peaceful until a soft cheer could be heard from the bushes.

“woohoo.”

“shut up—“

“can you get new friends?” bakugou asked, eyes shut firmly with a familiar frown.

“I’m sure they mean well.” you muttered, smiling slightly.

“aren’t we your friends too bakubro?!”

“NOT AFTER THE BULLSHIT YOU ALL PULLED— ALMOST MADE ME LOSE MY DAMN GIRL!! FUCK OFF!” he scowled, turning to the culprits as he aimed with his hand burning a familiar glow.

“BAKUGOU NO— WE’RE SORRY!!”

boom.

— MISSION SUCCESS

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❀ eepy — bnha

warn / none

incl / bkugoo

note /

katsuki literally and i mean literally cannot sleep without you.

it's the middle of the night, around 4 am when your bladder decides enough is enough. your not psyched about having to slowly crawl over and off your boyfriends warm body but it's inevitable if you want too pee.

eventually you make it too the bathroom, sitting in relief, then you hear it.

footsteps

"fuck are you doin'" an adorabley soft bakugou mumbles as he stands in front of you, still on the toilet.

you giggle slightly as his eyes adjust, "peeing, what are you doing?"

bakugou doesn't say anything as you wipe and finished washing your hands. "fuckin left me, got scared."

you almost don't register as the man snuggles you back into bed, head on your chest arms tucked tightly against your waist.

"i had to pee, i didn't leave you, i would never do that."

he grunts before falling back asleep, and you nod off thinking it was a fluke, that he was just woken up by your movements

3 days later, the moment forgotten, it happens again.

"oh shit! you scared me..what is it..? was i to loud, sorry." you're in the kitchen, ravished with hunger and cooking together a small concoction of sugar and batter.

bakugou is barefoot across from you, staring in complete silence, you would laugh if you weren't so concerned for him.

"why'd you do that." his voice sounds like putty.

"do what sweetheart?" you patter over to him, cupping his face as he breathes into your palms.

"leave me again, you weren't in that bathroom." he mumbles.

you sigh and ignore the implications of what he said, that bakugou was missing you, and that he went looking.

"m' sorry, i got hungry."

"well, tell me next time then, i'll make you something."

he isn't angry, but he's got a sort of kicked puppy look on his face you know he doesn't think hes wearing. you smile.

"okay, back to bed? i was just finished here anyway."

he nods and you walk hand in hand to the mattress.

it when happens a third time you realize your boyfriend might not be able to sleep without you.

"kats, i'm just finishing up here, you don't have to stay awake with me."

"can't sleep." it's almost 1AM at this point and you aren't nearly as far ahead on your work as you should be.

katsuki would really much rather be asleep, his body feels tired and yet his eyes won't close.

"why not? is the light to bright?" katsuki groans like its the most obvious thing in the world, and really by now, it should be.

"just get in bed, i'm tired [Name]."

and you make no protest, your work was moving just about as slow as katsuki patience, you cling into bed next to him and as expected, he's out like a light.

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