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Everybody’s Falling In Love (and im falling behind)

summary: demiromantic reader finally opens up to Bakugo about their aromanticism. Bakugo kinda drops a bombshell on them, and reader experiences a new emotion.

demiromantic: on the aro spectrum, where one needs to form a very strong emotional bond with somebody else to be able to *potentially* experience romantic attraction.

Coming to terms with your aromanticism hadn’t been the easiest task in the world.

It’s natural to not have any crushes or fall in love when you’re so young, right?

That’s what you would repeat to yourself when you hung out with friends and they talked about the cute girl, or boy, or person they saw.

Or when you finally reached an age where dating was normal and just a part of everyday life.

You’d hear their stories of romance and lust, and think

That sounds nice.

But you still wouldn’t find anybody you wanted to experience love with.

You had been asked out a couple times. And each time you accepted, thinking— hoping— you’d feel what everyone else claimed they felt.

You didn’t. The relationships never lasted long.

And, like a sign from some kind of God, you stumbled across an article about aromanticism.

It had just felt so.. right, you wondered why you never thought of it before.

You weren’t capable of that kind of love, you didn’t think so at least.

“You alright? You look spacey as fuck.”

You look up and find Bakugo frowning down at you from where you’re sitting. He passes the drinks he went to get and hands you yours.

You notice everyone else— almost all of former class 3A— is too busy in their own conversations to pay attention to you both. You take a sip of your drink.

“…Have you ever wanted to fall in love?”

“Hah? Where’s that shit coming from?”

You sigh, looking back down at your drink. The condensation from the glass cup drips down to your hand. You watch as the droplet loses shape and wish you were as mindless and unassuming as that too.

“I don’t know. But you notice it, right? Everyone else seems to find that stuff so— so easy. And it feels like the hardest shit in the world for me.”

Bakugo’s quiet for a few seconds. You look up, and he’s looking back. You shiver. It’s a bit cold for summer.

“It’s never been easy for me, either.” He replies.

“You’re too busy striving for number one, right?”

“That too.”

Your brows furrow. He continues staring.

“Look, I’m no idiot. I don’t know what you are— or even what you may like, but I notice things. And, I’m just lettin’ you know, you’re not alone. Or something.”

The confession shocks you to your core, your eyes widening.

You set your drink down. More condensation slowly makes its way down the glass, collecting on the wooden table.

“I.. had no idea,” You whisper. “Thank you, Bakugo.”

“Just don’t hide shit. We’re here for you.”

And it’s true, isn’t it? Most of all, Bakugo has always stood by your side in his own way. He’s never been the best at saying it upfront, but his actions have proved countless times that he cares for the people around him. That he loves them.

That he loves you.

And, for the first time in your life, you think you experience your heart skipping a beat.

You don’t know what the future has in store for you, or if you’ll ever experience romantic love, but you know Bakugo and the others will always be right there with you, cheering you on.

And that’s more than you could’ve ever hoped for.

reqs are open! and I will be getting to your asks if you’ve sent something and see this, just give me a few days <3

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Hi! So, I saw that you have your requests for bakugou x reader open?

(I honestly have no idea how this works, this is my first time asking for something like this, so pardon me if I phrase anything wrong)

Could you perhaps write smth for a pro hero bakugou and an interpreter reader, who has just enough of a bite to work with the guy? Like, when he goes international level and has to interact with foreign media a lot and bonds with the reader over work??

That would be lovely, and if you don't like the request feel free to ignore!

Thank you for being my first request!! This was an awesome idea and i really hope I did it justice! I thinkkk I kinda took a couple liberties of my own though

Lost In Interpretation

Out of all the people you’ve had to work with, and you’ve worked with a lot over the years of being an interpreter, you had to say Dynamight was probably the hardest to get along with.

You couldn’t stand the guys attitude. Sure, you found him attractive– who didn’t? – but he made your job so much harder with his foul mouth.

That’s not what truly makes it hard, though. It’s his incessant demands to translate the foul stuff he says. Others understand you need to maintain professionalism or the magazines and stations you help translate for have certain censorships and with a bashful smile they’ll apologize and correct themselves.

But when you told Dynamight he couldn’t curse the way he does?

“Eh? I’m 25 years old, I’m gonna fuckin’ curse if I want to. And ain't your job to just translate what I say? So translate.”

“No, actually.”

“Hah?”

“I don’t translate what you say, I interpret it. There’s a clear distinction between translators and interpreters, and I just won’t allow myself to repeat what you say! So fix your language!”

So much for professionalism.

You breathe in and out a little heavily and can feel your face begin to burn. Dynamight has the gall to smirk at you like the situation was humorous.

“Is that right?”

And, without even knowing it, you sealed your fate to months of somehow always being assigned to him and his desire to fuck with you.

It became like a game, it seemed. To be as dirty-mouthed as possible and watch you practically grow red in the face as you had to interpret what he said to the poor people interviewing him. It was getting almost ridiculous how many interviews Dynamight was agreeing to, and you were sure you could count how many he did before you met on one hand in all his pro-hero career. You hated to admit it, but you liked the idea of him agreeing to them to be with you. As if you somehow caught the attention of a rising pro-hero. Of Bakugo Katsuki himself.

But there was no way he was agreeing to interviews just for that, right?

Right. You couldn't be that vain.

It was on one of these days, however, that the pro-hero himself stopped you from leaving your current workplace.

“Wait a second, will ya?” You hear a familiar voice call behind you as you walk towards the elevator. You turn around and are met with Dynamight.

You wait patiently for some sort of follow up, but you realize you’re not getting one when he stares at you. He looks a bit constipated, but he’s typically pretty grumpy.

“Yes?” You try to subtly push.

He grunts. “This is fuckin’ stupid. Look, are you single?”

“Am I… single?” You repeat, slowly, like you don’t know Japanese all too well. Suddenly the years spent becoming fluent in the language feel like only a couple days, or a 10-minute video for tourists wanting to learn a couple phrases. Your legs feel a little weak, too.

“Don’t make me repeat myself. This is damn embarrassing.”

“Why? Why do you want to know something like that? Do you even know my name?”

Dynamight’s brows furrow and he frowns. It was the wrong thing to say evidently.

He repeats your full name back to you. “Who the fuck do ya take me for? You think I’m gonna ask somebody out without even knowin’ their name?”

“You’re asking me out.”

“Do you forget Japanese as soon as you're done with your work? I’m askin’ you out. Do you wanna accept?”

“Yeah! I mean, yeah, that sounds nice, Dyna–”

“Bakugo.” He cuts in.

“...That sounds nice, Bakugo.”

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do you write m!Reader?

yes ofc!!

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hiii!! requests are open for bakugo x readers so if anyone wants smth dont be afraid to send an ask! readers are always written gender neutral but u can ask for a specific gender <3 slightly suggestive is accepted, but i dont write smut!

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mayhaps a smau with high bakugou who has the worlds lowest tolerance😋

out of everyone i think he'd actually just go full catatonic mode and rock back n forth in the corner with tears running down his face idk

one hit wonder // katsuki bakugou

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🍃 with Bakugo Katsuki

warning: reader is smoking weed with bakugo, and reader is a lightweight/not as experienced. underage smoking. reader finds bakugo hot and thinks it a few times, dont know if that counts as suggestive.

Bakugo Katsuki was an enigma. He went to sleep no later than 8PM every night, was ranked third in your class, and although a bit reluctantly, he helped you and your friends study. He seemed to be a model student in that aspect, but then he didn’t follow the dress code, spoke rudely and harshly, and somehow got into trouble with teachers and staff more than anybody you knew.

You couldn’t really figure him out. The line he drew between okay and not-okay seemed to be zig-zagged, there wasn’t a clear cut to anything as if he made it up as he went.

So to say you were shocked when he was alright with smoking weed was an understatement. He didn’t even drink.

“The hell are you starin’ at me for?” His voice brings you out of your own head, and you watch as he brings the joint— that he fucking rolled— to his lips and takes a drag. He sucks in deeply, the tip of the joint burning red, and after holding it in for a few seconds he lets it out. A big cloud of smoke hits you as he coughs a bit. “Ah, fuck— too much.”

“When did you start smoking? What the fuck.” You ask, still wildly confused.

You had just been hanging out in his dorm when he decided to take a secret stash of weed out along with his grinder and rolling papers. You hated to admit it, but watching him work had been attractive. You could tell he wasn’t new to this, definitely having been doing it longer than you, with how he worked. It was quick and practiced— the signs of a regular smoker.

“Does it fucking matter? Here.” He passes over the joint and you take it.

Bringing the joint to your lips, you also take much more than you could handle and start coughing harshly.

He laughs, like the dickhead he is, but grabs a water bottle and hands it to you. “You a fuckin’ newbie or what?”

“Shit— no. It’s just been awhile, okay? Ugh,” You take another pull, a little less than before to avoid hacking your lungs out, and then pass the joint back to Bakugo. “Now, seriously, how the fuck didn’t I know this?”

You’ve always been a bit of a lightweight, with your opportunities to smoke being so few and far between, so you start to feel your vision getting hazy already.

Bakugo grumbles and takes a pull before opening his mouth again. “I don’t fuckin’ know, I think it was late second year. Soy Sauce face, that dumbass pothead, gave me some. It’s not somethin’ I go shouting on rooftops. I like my damn privacy.”

Another pull and then he passes it to you.

“Huh. I mean, I get it. So why tell me now?”

“Why the fuck not? I just felt like it. And you’re always talkin’ about how much you wanna smoke with the other guys, so I knew you’d be chill.”

“Right..” You answer a bit breathily. You smile and hand Bakugo the joint again. It’s almost done by now and he has to relight it.

You’re laser-focused on his lips as he takes a long pull from the joint again.

You realize you’re definitely high by now as you watch the smoke blow out of his mouth. Fuck, he’s really attractive.

You finally look back up and his eyes are staring right back at you.

“You’re already this damn high?” He smirks. You want to kiss the smirk off his stupid face.

Maybe getting high with Bakugo wasn’t the best idea. Can he hear your thoughts? What if you’re speaking out loud? Is this a dream? You want to reach out and touch him.

“..What?” You ask, remembering he spoke to you.

“Huh?”

“What.. did you say?”

“I haven’t said anything in a few damn minutes, you damn lightweight.”

You giggle. Yeah, you’re fucking baked. “Is that right?”

“Ugh, I can tell you’re gonna be annoying. You can lay on my bed. You look tired as shit.”

“Thank you.. Bakugo.. I’ll do that.”

You slowly make your way to his bed and lay down. You can feel yourself sinking into the mattress, it’s so comfortable. You turn to look at Bakugo sitting at his desk still.

“It was nice smoking with you. I’ll… try not to be a lightweight next time..”

He mutters something to himself, and you think you hear a goodnight before you close your eyes, easily drifting into a dream.

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Study 2

part 1

“What.”

Bakugo doesn’t say it as a question, but a statement.

You’re not entirely sure how to categorize this reaction. It definitely beats laughing at you or blowing you to smithereens, but—

No, you know Bakugo wouldn’t do any of that to you. He can be mean but he’s not cruel and despite everything, you guys are still friends. It’s fine. This is fine. You didn’t expect anything else. A clean rejection is perfectly okay!

“Fuckin answer me, will you?”

Remember, breathe.

“I said I like you, Bakugo. As— As more than a friend. I’m sorry to just spring this on you I honestly wasn’t planning on ever saying anything—“

“What?”

Now that was a question. You shut your mouth and stare straight on at Bakugo.

He looks pissed, if anything.

“You’re an idiot, through and through,” He starts. You begin to feel embarrassed,and almost can’t hear him through the sound of your own racing heart as he continues speaking. “How the fuck were you not going to tell me that? What, did you plan to keep pushing me away until your feelings fucking left?”

“…You knew?” You ask softly. God, of course he noticed you avoiding him! This is Bakugo, you should have fucking known.

“Obviously. But I thought you fuckin’ hated me or some shit, I don’t know. I— God, I was wonderin’ what the hell I did to get the person I like to hate me.”

Did you hear that right?

Time seemed to stop, but your heart sure as hell didn’t. The embarrassment seeped away, hope quickly replacing it. You heard that right. You heard that.

“Is that why you’re mad?” You laugh, a slightly crazy sound but you’re pretty sure the person you’re in love with loves you back so you deserve a little bit of crazy. “Because I wasn’t planning on telling you? Because… you like me back?”

“So you can use that brain of yours.”

“You’re such an asshole.” You smile.

“I know. You like me anyways.” He sounds a bit smug about it.

“Yeah, I do.”

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Study

It’s not often you’re alone with Bakugo. When you realized your feelings for him you tried to create some distance, opting to only hang out with him around your other mutual friends. You felt guilty harboring romantic feelings for the boy, he didn’t seem interested in anything even slightly related to dating and you weren’t sure what he would think about it all. Could you guys still be friends if he knew?

But in rare moments like this, you and Bakugo studying together in the solace of your dorm room, you feel almost ready to take that leap of faith and see where it leads.

It’s quiet besides the low music that’s coming from Bakugo’s phone and the light scratching of lead on paper.

He was so peaceful in times like these. You thought he was prettiest when doing the mundane, his quiet existence that few get to see feeling so special to you.

“Why aren’t you working, huh?” His rough voice breaks the silence. Bakugo points out your review sheet that hasn’t been worked on in at least 10 minutes.

“Sorry, got lost in thought for a second there.” You laugh and grip your pencil again, ready to move on.

“You do that too much. The hell are you thinking about?”

Internally you start to debate your choices. Realistically, logically you should lie, deflect, anything but say what you really want to.

You. I only ever think about you.

But your heart is saying otherwise. Hiding and suppressing your feelings has taken a toll on you you’d never expect. The weight of such a secret is one you found you couldn’t bear any longer.

Tell him. You can. Tell him.

You feel Bakugo’s hand grab your shoulder, making you turn to him.

“Are you sick? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me? We didn’t need to study today, idiot.” He grumbles. You think he’s angry, but for what reason you’re not sure.

“I’m not sick. I’m, uh, I—“ You breathe in. Out. You do it again for good measure.

“I like you, Bakugo.”

part 2 here

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Late Night Conversation

You really shouldn’t be awake this time of night, but you lost track of the time while bingewatching a show. One minute it was still 7 P.M. and the next it was midnight.

Now, at 2 A.M., you resign to your fate of not getting any sleep.

You’re scrolling through social media when a text notification drops down from the top of your screen.

bakugo friend: Hey.

Bakugo? Awake at this time of night? you think a bit crazily. You did not know this man for being a night owl at all. No, that was more of a Kaminari or Midoriya thing.

you: Why r u awake?

A text bubble pops up and you watch the animated circles move around, disappearing after a few minutes.

Maybe he fell asleep, you reason. You sigh, getting back to your social media.

Suddenly, you get another text notification.

bakugo friend: Doesn’t matter. Why are you.

you: Cant sleep :( binging show

bakugo friend: You idiots don’t know anything about proper sleep. No wonder you’re always tired.

you: we’re just not a grandpa at heart like you are. now srsly, what’s up lol?

bakugo friend: I also can’t sleep, I guess.

you: id feel bad for you but i like having someone to talk to late at night. you should stay up more n just talk to me tbh

bakugo friend: Fuck no. Sleep is important. You should go to sleep more often ‘tbh’.

you: im good actually

The next hour is spent like that, talking about nothing in particular and joking around. You wished throughout the conversation that Bakugo was with you. To be lying side by side in the dark, whispering about anything and everything, to tell him in that momentary bubble of just you and him how you really felt. To have it be reciprocated.

You’re not sure when it happens but you fall asleep.

———

Waking up, realization quickly dawns on you and you grab your phone in a panic. You never said goodnight. You see three unread messages from Bakugo.

bakugo friend: Are you still awake? You haven’t answered in a bit.

bakugo friend: Goodnight.

bakugo friend: Thanks for chatting with me or whatever. Was nice. Try to sleep at a decent time.

You smile, shooting off an apology and good morning text, and start getting ready for your day.

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a/n: im the boring type of person when it comes to contact names so my go-to’s are either Firstname PlaceWeMet, or as done here Firstname Friend lol

though i imagine after this we try to find something cuter/more personal for bakugo

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Ceilings

You’re at the park with Bakugo and the others when it starts to rain.

It’s a drizzle at first and Kaminari, Mina, Sero, and Kirishima decide it’s not a big deal. They continue to swing or play on the monkeybars. It’s nighttime and no one’s there anyways, they might as well have this. They shouldn’t really be here, but that’s okay too. You think you guys deserve some normal teenage fun before school gets in the way again.

You got tired of messing around and decided to sit near Bakugo who didn’t play with you guys in the first place.

He acted like he was above all the childish shenanigans, but you caught a soft smile on his face as he watched you guys.

He looks up at the rain with a frown. He doesn’t like the rain, you recall.

But he’s kinda cute right now.

You look away, you don’t want to be caught staring at him. God knows you’ve been called out way too many times already and you only have so many excuses left.

“I hate the shitty rain.” He vocalizes.

The rain must sense this, you think childishly, because it starts to pick up.

The others immediately start yelling and laughing. They call out to you and Bakugo, ready to sneak back into the dorms.

“C’mon, let’s go already. Needa get out of this damn rain.”

You stand up and follow Bakugo back to the others.

You’re all drenched, but you don’t mind. You never hated the rain. Not like Bakugo. Part of you doesn’t want to leave, you want to exist with Bakugo in the rain with the sounds of laughter in the background reaching your ears for longer.

You want to exist with Bakugo forever.

“Hurry it up!” Sero calls.

You realize you’re lagging behind them. Bakugo turns to look at you over his shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry.” You say, picking up your pace.

You stare at the ceiling in your bed when you make it back that night. You think of rain. You think of Bakugo.