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boyfriend!kirishima would definitely be the type of guy to send gym pics or videos when he works out. he’d be all sweaty and exhausted but still take the time to send them to you.

he’d also let you sit on his back and ‘help’ him do pushups. he swears it’s really helpful, but you’re doubtful. still, why would you complain? sitting on your super hot boyfriend and having him lift you up is easily the best part of your day.

boyfriend!kirishima would fix me tbh

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Ahem katsuki taking care of you when your sick? 🫣

I’m so sick lately I need something to devour rn to survive (you don’t have to tho dw bb)

DUMBASS FLU PATROL

A/N: i’m SO SO SO SORRY this and all the other requests are taking so long but i’ve been running out of ideas and school took a lot of time from me. This prompt was just so fun to write ‘cause I can perfect picture bakugo taking care of reader..in his own way..I’ve been sick to after hanging out for halloween night, we all need a bakugo to take care of us🦇

It starts with Bakugo noticing something off about you during class.

He wouldn’t say anything right away, but he’s sharp enough to pick up on small changes. You’re quieter than usual, your eyes look a little glazed, and you keep rubbing your temples.

At first, he thinks you’re just tired from all the late-night study sessions you two have been pulling together, but when you keep sniffling and coughing under your breath, he starts to get annoyed.

Not at you—no, he’s irritated because you’re clearly sick and trying to tough it out, which to him is just stupid.

As class goes on, he watches you like a hawk out of the corner of his eye.

You’re shivering slightly, even though the room isn’t cold. Finally, during a brief break, he leans over, his usual scowl firmly in place as he mutters,

“Oi, what the hell’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

You give him a tired smile, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine, Bakugo. Just a little under the weather.”

“Bullshit,” he snaps, barely lowering his voice. A couple of classmates look over, but Bakugo doesn’t care.

“You’re sick, dumbass. Why didn’t you stay in bed?”

You shrug, trying to play it off like it’s no big deal. “Didn’t want to fall behind.”

Bakugo grits his teeth, muttering curses under his breath.

The fact that you’d drag yourself to class, even when you’re clearly unwell, pisses him off more than he’d like to admit.

Part of him is frustrated that you’re so stubborn, but another part—the part he doesn’t like to acknowledge—feels a strange pang of concern.

After class, he’s practically glued to your side, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as he escorts you out of the room. You insist you’re fine, that you just need some rest, but Bakugo’s having none of it.

“Shut up,” he growls when you try to brush him off. “You’re goin’ back to your room, and you’re not leavin’ until you’re better. Got it?”

You try to argue, but Bakugo’s glare is unyielding. His hand finds the small of your back, firm but surprisingly gentle as he steers you down the hall. He’s not usually one for soft gestures, but something about seeing you weak and vulnerable sets off an instinct he can’t ignore.

Once he gets you to your dorm room, he practically shoves you inside, crossing his arms as he stands in the doorway, blocking any chance of escape.

“Get in bed,” he orders, his voice rough but laced with an unmistakable note of concern.

You sigh, knowing better than to argue with him at this point.

You climb into bed, pulling the covers over yourself as he watches, his eyes sharp and critical, like he’s assessing just how sick you are.

After a moment, he grumbles, “You got medicine in here?”

You nod weakly, gesturing toward your desk where you have a small stash of over-the-counter meds.

Bakugo grabs them, inspecting each bottle with a furrowed brow, clearly reading the labels with more intensity than necessary.

He pours out the recommended dosage and hands it to you along with a glass of water, his expression a mixture of irritation and reluctant care.

“Take it” he says, watching closely as you down the pills. You can’t help but chuckle softly at his intensity, which only makes him scowl harder.

“Quit laughing, idiot. You’re the one who’s sick,” he mutters, almost to himself.

Bakugo doesn’t leave after that.

Instead, he grabs a chair from your desk, dragging it over to sit beside your bed, his arms crossed as he watches you. You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his persistence.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” you murmur, your voice a little hoarse.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Like I’m gonna leave you here to get worse just ‘cause you’re stubborn as hell. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do somethin’ stupid.”

There’s a warmth in his tone, buried under layers of gruffness, but it’s there.

The corners of his mouth twitch, almost like he’s considering a smile, but he quickly forces his expression back into a scowl.

You settle under the blankets, feeling a strange sense of comfort in his presence.

For the next few hours, Bakugo stays put, occasionally checking your temperature with the back of his hand (grumbling something about “damn germs” every time he does it) and making sure you’re drinking enough water. At one point, he disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a bowl of soup he somehow got from the cafeteria.

It’s barely warm by the time he returns, but the gesture makes your chest feel warm.

“Eat” he commands, holding the bowl out to you.

You take it, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Bakugo.”

He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get used to it.”

As the day goes on, you start to drift in and out of sleep, your fever making you drowsy. Each time you wake, Bakugo is still there, watching over you with a mixture of irritation and quiet worry. At one point, you feel his hand gently brush your forehead, checking for any sign of improvement.

The touch is warm—maybe a bit too warm, given his quirk—and you find it oddly soothing.

Just as you’re dozing off again, you hear him mutter under his breath, “Stupid… makin’ me worry like this…”

It’s barely audible, but it makes your heart flutter.

You feel yourself drifting back into sleep, a faint smile on your lips as you listen to him grumble, his voice softening in a way you rarely hear.

When you wake up again, it’s late, the room bathed in the dim glow of your bedside lamp. Bakugo’s still there, now slouched in the chair, looking half-asleep himself. He’s fighting to stay awake, his arms crossed, head nodding forward slightly.

You feel a pang of guilt, realizing he’s been with you all day. “You should go rest..” you whisper, not wanting him to feel obligated to stay.

He snaps awake, scowling. “I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like crap.”

You can’t help but smile, too tired to argue with him. Instead, you simply reach out, your fingers brushing his arm. He stiffens for a moment, surprised by the contact, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Thank you… really,” you murmur, your voice soft.

He looks at you, and for a second, his expression softens, his usual harshness fading just slightly. He lets out a small sigh, leaning forward to gently press his hand against your forehead again, feeling your temperature one last time.

“Tch. You’re still warm,” he mutters, but there’s a tenderness in his tone that he can’t quite hide. Not with you.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself drift back into sleep, his presence comforting and grounding.

Just before you drift off completely, you feel his hand linger on your forehead, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. It’s such a small, unexpected gesture, but it speaks volumes—his way of showing he cares without saying a word.

As you fall asleep, you can just barely hear him mumbling under his breath, his tone low and almost affectionate.

“You better get better soon, idiot. Can’t have you fallin’ apart on me.”

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Homework

Summary: UA Bf Touya the homework helper

Warnings: Language, Touya being a terrible tutor. 

The two of you had been at it for hours and you were still having a hard time with the algebra homework handed to you earlier that day. Touya had come to help, and now he was just watching quietly as you attempted to put his instructions to practice. 

You groaned in frustration, dropping your pencil and resting your head on the table as you finished the problem. Quietly, Touya slid the paper out from under you, checking your answer. You braced for his reaction, peeking up at him, wincing. His blue eyes scanned the paper, and he let out a sigh, shaking his head as he placed it back down. 

“Close, but you messed up on the-“ he was interrupted by you as you smacked your head against your desk “hey idiot don’t hurt yourself! It’s just homework” he laughed, grabbing your head and pulling you out of your chair “cmon let’s take a break, pretty” he shoved you into your bed, and you settled without complaints, hugging your pillow against your face, curling up into a ball around it. 

Touya’s warm hand rubbed your back. “I gotta say, you’re so close to solving that question-“ “shut up” “fine, if you wanna be rude the answers been dangling in front of your face the entire time.” You shot him a glare and he shrugged, grinning. “If you’d stopped interrupting me we’d have been done by now”

As you sat up, dropping your pillow, he reached for the sheet of paper on your desk, as well as your pencil. “Like I said, the answer was right in front of your face” he chuckled, erasing a few of the steps from the math problem. You gasped, shooting him a glare “Touya-“ “you did too many steps idiot.” He grinned, gesturing to the number that was left. You groaned in defeat, flopping back onto your bed once more

 “you’re an asshole. Why didn’t you tell me?” He settled in next to you, his warm fingers brushing along your arm “cos you seemed adamant on interrupting me every time I try to talk” he said, his usual charming grin spreading over his face. You glanced at him just in time for him to place a quick kiss on your temple. “You’re so stupid it’s adorable” he teased, and you pouted, crossing your arms. “No im not”

“Maybe so” he sighed, playing with your hair, tucking away a few strands as he watched your eyes “but you’re adorable either way” he smirked, placing a quick, mischievous kiss on your lips as well. You couldn’t help but giggle, pulling him closer to you as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his lap “quit it! I gotta finish my homework!” “That was the last question, stupid, now c’mere”

Wish I had a Touya as a tutor rn ngl 😭😭😭

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Cuddling with Touya is a must during the winter. He's soo warm

-B3an

🎀A/n: bean. ily. this made me giggle and cackle like a FREAK hes so silly ☹️

🎀Cw: none, just fluff !!!

you are so sosososoos sooooo right !!! Touya is genuinely so cozy to cuddle with, for a multitude of reasons. i headcanon that his hands and limbs are always really cold, but his chest is really warm, so the best way to warm up is to snuggle close. he also loves putting his cold hands under your shirt to warm them up, and just ends up pressing himself as close to you as possible

because of this, he's pretty clingy !! even when he isn't intending to, Touya always ends up gravitating towards you in search of both body heat and comfort. he's definitely very touch starved and is unused to gentle affection, so it takes him a while to let his guard down. probably very much against touching you early on in any sort of relationship with you, but overtime becomes more inclined to touch as he trusts you more

i wouldnt say he's self conscious per se, but he's definitely aware that his rough scars and piercings may make him a bit uncomfortable to hold. even if he swears it doesn't bother him, please reassure him that you don't mind :( it definitely eases some of his apprehension about touching you

i also think he's simply not used to non-violent physical touch as a concept. Touya grew up with Endeavor as a father, and i just don't think he received enough affection in his childhood or adulthood to be comfortable with it, so it definitely takes some time to adjust. obviously this transfers over into cuddling, so he has a hard time asking to cuddle at first. he will probably just act indifferent about it but in reality he desperately wants you to ask him to cuddle so he can say yes,,,

Touya is one of those people who will say that they're cold, and then physically be warm if that makes sense. like he could be shivering and whining about how he's literally freezing.... but then you touch him and he's burning up!!! as we know from his childhood, his body supports freezing temperatures, and so he's better at handling being cold than warm, but it still pisses him off because he's CONSTANTLY cold !!!!

likes when you play with his hair, it makes him really sleepy

also ??? expect him to absolutely melt if you kiss his scars or praise him when he's feeling vulnerable enough to cuddle. there aren't many times where you can see behind his facade, at least at first, but this is the quickest way to do so. as previously mentioned, he's horrendously starved for affection, and really enjoys your praise

no matter your size, Touya prefers having you lay on top of him. it both allows you to rest against his chest and for him to hold you close, which is optimal for both of you, especially at first when he's still getting the feel of physical touch. it allows him to be in control and feel secure, while also giving you the affection you need as well.

another pro of getting to lay on his chest is listening to his heart beat. especially if its post war Touya, he knows that listening to his heartbeat and knowing that he's still alive and still here is reassuring to you. this also helps him as he gets nightmares or night terrors a lot, and just listening to your breathing and knowing your safe and staying with him helps calm him down.

this is another personal headcanon, but i think once he trusts you enough, Touya would secretly prefer to be the little spoon rather than the big spoon. he really wants to be held, and like i said, likes when you play with his hair, but most of all... neck kisses. he adores them. you press a sweet little kiss to the back of his neck while cuddling?? boom he's yours forever

he does enjoy holding you though, and i feel like he'd tap your body or rub little messages into your skin subconsciously. maybe i'm just projecting my own neurodivergent stims onto him, but i truly think he's also neurodivergent in some way and would be super touchy in the sense that he'd tap out little patterns on your skin, rub his name onto you as he holds you, stuff like that. most of the time he doesn't even realize, he just needs something to do with his hands. definitely rubs your hand with his thumb while holding hands too,,,

huge fan of pda- Touya wants everyone to know that your together. when your cold in public, he literally just slides a hand under your shirt or skirt or anything he can reach, and warms you up with his quirk. to onlookers it looks more risqué then it actually is, but that's the best part in his eyes

Touya isnt a very deep sleeper, he has nightmares and night terrors a lot and overall it takes him a while to fall asleep. when it's chilly out this is especially amplified as he CANNOT sleep when its cold, so he loves sleeping and cuddling with you because A) it warms him up and B) it soothes his anxieties

overall, Touya both loves and hates when your cold. he hates it because he can't stand when your uncomfortable,,, but also loves it because it means he gets to cuddle with you !!!

"why are you so far away?" you grumble, reaching out in search of your lover. Touya lets out a disgruntled whine as an arm snakes around his waist, pulling him up against your body. his tension involuntarily melts as you brush away the small hairs at the base of his neck, before pressing a small kiss to the now exposed skin and watching his ears redden.

"you're so cold... s'too cold. must've pulled away in my sleep. 'sorry babe." he mumbles, and you let out a giggle at his sleepy tone.

"s'ok Touya. y'know, i have to get up soon.."

he immediately perks up, squirming in your grasp until he's facing you, before wrapping is arms around your waist and burying his head in your hair.

"no. it's too cold to even go out."

"Touyaa!"

"stay here. we have to make up for lost time, since i didn't get to lay with you as much.. besides, missing one day of work/school isn't that bad, right?" a scarred hand creeps under your sleep shirt to caress your chilled skin.

"besides," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple as he speaks, "you deserve the rest."

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maybe this is ooc but idc i love him sooo much AND im picturing postwar!Touya so,,,, shh. pls send in more Touya asks. hes so silly.

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summary: megumi being subtly the best boyfriend ever. this is a one shot based off something that happened to me with my ex boyfriend who was exactly like megumi.

You’re currently curled under a mountain of blankets, a pathetic heap of misery and despair. A low groan escapes your lips as you shift in bed, the ache in your bones a dull, persistent throb. You pick up your phone to text your boyfriend, you don’t even know if he’s awake but you can’t sleep and you at least wanted to tell him your condition. You manage to type out a text, complaining about how shitty you feel and how you hate being sick. You get a pretty weak reply, but that was Megumi for you. He wasn’t the grand master of heartfelt texts. Just a simple “Sorry you’re sick.”

You don’t reply, instead rolling over and pulling the blankets tighter, half-expecting the cocoon you’ve wrapped yourself in to somehow will away your sorry condition. When you finally feel like maybe you can fall asleep, your eyes finally drifting closed, you hear a knock, an almost insisting pounding on your front door. With a sigh, you drag yourself up, the room spinning slightly as you drag yourself to the door. You fumble with the lock, and when the door swings open you see Megumi standing there, looking as indifferent as ever, but holding a small bag in his hand.

“Here.” He says, his voice low and gravelly and almost flat as he shoves the bag in your direction. “There’s medicine, ginger ale, and those weird candies you like.”

"Megumi, it’s like midnight," you say, your voice raspy.

“So? You said you were sick.” He grunts in response, a noncommittal sound that somehow manages to say duh it’s so obvious.

“Awww. So you went to the store because I said I was sick? You're literally adorable," you say, standing on your tiptoes to place a soft kiss to his cheek despite your condition.

He scoffs, a blush dusting his cheeks. "I was already heading to Yuji’s so I was in the area," he mumbles, avoiding your gaze, "It’s not a big deal." His words are flat again, like a still river hiding its true intentions beneath the calm surface. Because it’s Megumi we’re talking about, and you knew that the minute he’d received your text he’d gotten up and gone to the store like it was second nature. That’s how he was, always taking care of you in his own subtle ways.

“Well, I think it’s cute.” Your lips curve into a smile, eyes brightening in that way that Megumi thinks makes you look like the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

“Shut up.” He gives you an eye roll. “I’m leaving now.”

“Okay, thank youuu!” You beam. And he turns to leave but not before leaning in to place a soft kiss against your temple and mumbling “Feel better, love you.”

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OCEAN BLUE EYES / I FEEL LIKE I MIGHT SINK AND DROWN AND DIE ༄

ua! touya todoroki x ua! reader headcanons <3

inspired by gorgeous

- villain touya is a ruthless, cold-hearted maniac. ua, hero-in-training touya is just a prick.

- he’s the kind of student that skips class religiously, but somehow gets amazing grades. he’ll give attitude to anything with legs, including you, but somehow pass every test. he’s also unreasonably competitive, joining about every sports he can make the time for.

- becoming friends with him was inevitable, giving his magnetic field being just a little too strong. at first, he should have taken it as a compliment the way you’d talk to everyone in the room but him. he’s unreasonably gorgeous without even knowing it.

- he’s an asshole, but he’s also funny. he’s the kind of guy that just knows what to say, so fucking cool it makes you hate him so fucking much. he has you feeling like a dumb high school student with a dumb high school crush. because you are.

- little do you know, that feeling is mutual. you’re ruining his life by not being his.

- on the outside, he’s smart, strong, and a great student. on the inside, he’s still got those same battles you’d come to know him for.

- he’s in ua, yes. he’s becoming a hero, yes. but he still wonders if it’ll measure up to what his father wants. sometimes he wonders if he’s doing it for himself, or for the bastard back at home. and though half the reason he’s in ua is to rebel against and piss off his father, he also wonders if he can at least be acknowledged by him.

- during training, he’s thinking about his worth. in class, he’s thinking about who he is. every waking moment spent at school, at home, or alone, he’s terrified of being nothing more than a failure.

- the only time he doesn’t feel like that is with you. which is why he’s so furious when he can’t say anything to your face. how dare you make him feel this way?

- he does the unthinkable, and goes to his mom for advice.

- “touya, you obviously like them.”

- “SHUT THE FUCK UP! sorry, love you.”

- its then you learn more about who he is, beyond just who he’s trying to be. you learn he loves winter, and tries to catch snowflakes on his tongue like a little kid. you learn his favourite meal is soba, and how you learn to make it how he likes it. you learn that he’s an oldest child, and as much as he insists his siblings are pains in his ass, he’ll help natsuo with his math homework, walk fuyumi home from school, and tuck shoto into bed.

- you teach him its okay to just be who he is now. that sometimes, just being happy is the sweetest vengeance against someone who hurt you.

- so you help him pick out his hero name, design his costume and fuel his dreams. he learns that he can be a hero for him. fuck everyone else, as he would say. except you.

- touya becomes your best friend, your ride or die. its this beautiful, parallel universe, one where its possible to save him. one where the light in his soul is nurtured and seen, and one where he’s happy.

- touya todorki is touya todoroki. in every universe, he’ll burn down anyone that gets in his path, whether thats being a villain or a hero. but he’s sure that in every one, you’re there waiting for him.

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huge thank you to @sukunaes for helping me with this! i published this a while ago, but for some reason tumblr hid it 💔 but i’ve gotten to rewrite and add some more thoughts! i also have more ua touya stuff in my drafts 🫧❄️🪽🤍🐚🎧

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touya as a closeted sweetheart who refuses to tell you he has a crush on you, though he will tell everyone you’re his girlfriend. everyone but you, of course.

he opens doors for you, gets flowers sent to you when you have a bad day, and checks up on you daily. he simply assumes all of that is enough indication.

..until you bring someone else as a date to a party and he loses his head. a black-eyed touya, some ice, and a little grumbling on the porch, is what it took for him to tell you outright. you called him stupid, laughed in his face (affectionate). he got offended and gave you week long silent treatment. that weekend—he showed up on your doorstep: delivered the flowers himself.

tomorrow, you’ll go and tell the entire world touya todoroki is your boyfriend, just to even the score.

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i need canon bakugo writersssss, please tag your favs cause i’m craving some good bakugo stuff that’s right with his character🦇🦇

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headcanons of dabi as your boyfriend! ⋆ ˚⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚⋆

pairing: dabi x you! content warning: he's better than your irl boyfriend!

dabi is always breaking into your house. doesn't matter if you give him a key, he'll give you a mini heart attack every time by showing up at midnight outside your balcony. he thinks it's romantic when he's waiting on the other side of the glass for you, drawing hearts on the window that's fogged up from the cold outside. claims he lost the key (he knows exactly where it is) just so he can scare you by popping up in your room at the most random times. you'll go to sleep at night alone and wake up the next morning to him snoring on the pillow beside you with his greedy hands around your waist

he has you wear a necklace with his initial on it. he thinks you look so pretty with that shiny & silver 'd' wrapped around your neck. the chain is thin and delicate so you can wear it everyday with ease. he loves watching you from afar when you're unsuspecting. you have no idea he's standing just a few feet away from you while you check out your groceries, but he's watching you happily. he's satisfied knowing you're wearing the necklace even when he isn't around—just like you promised you would.

he knows the best abandoned spots ever. he'll take you on dates to the rooftops of buildings all the time. you loved the clear view of the sky and stars from being up so high, and he loved the way your hair blew and whipped around in the wind.

he has a secret playlist of songs that remind him of you. they're mainly filled with songs he'd snuck in from your playlist. he always says your music taste is trash and that you had no idea what real music was. but as you're driving (this man does not know how to drive a vehicle without committing a felony) he'll be tilting his phone away from you in the driver seat and adding the songs to his "my lady" playlist.

secretly a softie for cuddles. he'll always groan and grumble under his breath about how he's only cuddling you because he knows you like them, but inside he's so happy to just wrap his arms around you and spend quality time with you after a long day. he's fallen asleep many times like this. you'll be watching some old horror movie on the couch with him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, and at some point you'll realize he stopped teasing you whenever a jump scare came on—and then you'll realize he's drooling all over you and sleeping like a big baby.

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pewpewpew

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ELLIE THAT WAS JUST SO GOOD OMG YOUR WRITING IS EVERYTHINGGGG NEVER ACTUALLY LIKED AN ANGST BEFORE

so, so!! any thoughts on bakugo x a reader that's so gentle it's sickening? how he feels bothered over how sweet you are, but still blushes when you compliment him? how his gaze softens up when you step into the room with that peaceful energy of yours? how he breaks the nose of some stupid guy for making you cry ?! (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

again, thanks for writing down my requests (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) i'm glad you like 'em! and don't worry, i'll send you every thought i have!

- blue 🫐

SOFT SPARKS

A/N: blueee i couldn’t wait for one of your requests, i guess bakugo is y’all favorite and i’m so glad of that. i’m so glad you liked my work btw, that’s all that matters to me!!! and this bakugo x kind reader was such a good idea, it’s so fun picturing them because they’re so different soo i tried my best picturing him, i hope y’all like it!! please send as many requests you want, love your prompts and ideas!!

Bakugo was marching down the hall, his scowl more prominent than ever. Class had been intense today, and everything from his quirk training to his usual sparring had him in a bad mood. His hands twitched with restrained explosions, and the glare in his eyes warned anyone nearby to steer clear. But then again, most people already knew better than to mess with him when he was like this.

Except for you.

You, with your unfailing kindness and gentle spirit. Everyone knew you as the soft-spoken, supportive student.

No matter how tough things got, you always found something positive to say to everyone, no matter how small the moment.

Even Bakugo, the walking embodiment of fury and chaos, couldn’t escape your warm compliments and bright smiles.

“Hey, Bakugo!” you called out from behind him.

He flinched. Great, just what he needed. Someone trying to talk to him.

He turned his head slightly, just enough to shoot you a death glare over his shoulder.

“What do you want?” he snapped, not even bothering to stop.

You hurried to catch up with him, walking by his side as if the seething aura of rage wasn’t even there.

“You did amazing today in the combat drills! Your explosions were so precise”

Bakugo stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face you fully now.

His red eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, brows furrowing in disbelief. Was he hearing this right?

“What did you just say?” he growled, leaning in slightly. “Are you messing with me?”

You blinked up at him innocently, completely unphased by his aggressive stance. “No, of course not! I mean it. Your control has gotten so much better, it’s impressive. You’ve been working really hard, and it’s showing.”

His eye twitched. Compliments? Him? From someone who wasn’t either trying to suck up or being sarcastic? What kind of game were you playing?

“Shut up!” he barked, stepping back as if your kindness was something dangerous.

“I don’t need you pitying me! You think just ‘cause you’re all sweet and nice that I give a damn about what you say?”

Your smile never faltered.

You understood Bakugo better than most people did. Beneath that fiery temper, you knew he was deeply driven, always striving to be the best, and that came with a lot of pressure. It wasn’t that he didn’t care—he cared too much.

“I’m not pitying you, Bakugo. I’m just telling the truth,” you said, your tone as calm as ever. “You’re an amazing hero in the making, and it’s obvious that you’re pushing yourself to get stronger every day. That’s something to be proud of.”

His hands clenched into fists, little sparks of explosion energy crackling between his fingers.

“Tch, whatever,” he muttered, turning on his heel and stomping off again. “I don’t need your compliments, so back off!”

You watched him storm away, his frustration nearly palpable in the air.

But instead of feeling discouraged, you simply chuckled to yourself and continued on your way.

Bakugo didn’t get it.

He didn’t get you.

You weren’t like the others who flinched when he so much as looked in their direction. You never avoided him like he was some damn ticking bomb, like everyone else did. And it pissed him off.

But at the same time… it didn’t.

He was sitting in the common room, arms crossed, glaring at the wall like it personally offended him. The day had been long, the usual grind of training with those idiots in class wearing him thin.

He was tired, but no way in hell was he going to let anyone see that. His mind was already racing, planning out his next moves for tomorrow. He was always thinking, always pushing.

Then the door opened, and without even looking, he knew it was you.

He could feel it—the whole room shifted, like the air was lighter all of a sudden.

Everyone relaxed, even that nervous wreck Deku, who’d been pacing the room. He stopped immediately when you stepped in, like you were some damn calming breeze that just blew in and made everything peaceful.

It was annoying.

Annoying how everyone seemed to instantly chill out around you.

But the thing that really got under his skin? He could feel his own shoulders loosening up too.

What the hell?

He stole a glance at you, and his scowl wavered—just for a second.

Just enough for someone with half a brain to notice.

You weren’t even doing anything special, just your usual thing: smiling, saying hello to everyone like you weren’t stepping into a room full of future pro-heroes who were either anxious wrecks or ticking time bombs. But the way you moved, so calm, so sure of yourself—it was like nothing fazed you.

He hated it. But also… didn’t.

His gaze softened, just for a second, as you crossed the room.

There was something about the way you carried yourself—like you weren’t trying too hard to be kind. It was just you, like breathing. And for some reason, that made everything around you feel less suffocating.

“Tch” Bakugo grunted, trying to shove the stupid feeling down as you approached him. His fists clenched on instinct.

“Hey, Bakugo” you said, your voice soft, not that fake crap others tried with him, but the real deal. Genuine. “You good?”

Why did you always do that? Ask if he was okay like you actually gave a damn?

Most people would rather run for their lives than check in on him.

Yet here you were, every damn time, showing up with that peaceful energy that somehow… didn’t piss him off as much as it should.

“‘Course I’m good!” he snapped, louder than necessary. “Why the hell wouldn’t I be?!”

You didn’t even flinch. Of course, you didn’t. Instead, you just gave him that small smile, the one that made his chest tighten in ways he refused to acknowledge.

“Just checking. You looked a little tense.”

Tch, as if. He was always tense.

He had to be. You didn’t get to be number one by taking it easy, by being all soft and peaceful like you.

But damn, the way your presence changed the whole room—it almost made him feel like he could, just for a second.

He glared at you, eyes narrowing, but it wasn’t the same sharpness he usually threw at everyone else. He couldn’t help it—his gaze softened again. Just for a second.

Not that anyone would notice.

Except maybe you.

You lingered for a moment longer, before heading off to talk to someone else, probably Kirishima or Uraraka, making the rounds with that annoyingly kind vibe of yours. And as you left, Bakugo found himself staring at the space you had just been, the room now feeling… colder, heavier again.

He clicked his tongue in irritation. Stupid. Stupid how your presence could get to him like that. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of it.

Next day you found yourself and your class training with 1-B, they weren’t that bad, except for Monoma, because Neito Monoma never knew when to shut up.

That was pretty much a universal truth around U.A., especially for Class 1-A.

Every time there was even a hint of interaction between the two classes, Monoma would seize the opportunity to talk down to them, puffing out his chest like he had something to prove. And today? Today was no different.

You had just finished training, the sweat on your forehead barely dry when Monoma strutted over, that infuriating grin plastered on his face. His classmates hung back, probably already knowing he was about to run his mouth again. But this time, you weren’t the only one in his sights.

“Oh, look who it is. Class 1-A’s golden children” Monoma began, his voice dripping with mockery. “Still thinking you’re better than everyone else, huh?”

You sighed internally at what he said to Midoriya, already bracing yourself for whatever nonsense he had lined up. It was exhausting how he always seemed to have something negative to say.

Still, you kept calm, like you always did. After all, it wasn’t in your nature to rise to the bait. But then Monoma’s eyes flicked over to you, and his smirk widened.

“And you—honestly, it’s a wonder you haven’t been chewed up and spat out yet. I mean, someone with a personality as soft and kind as yours? You must really be banking on those amazing friends of yours to keep you from getting crushed.”

You blinked, your heart sinking a little at the jab, but before you could even think of a response, Bakugo’s growl cut through the air like a thunderclap.

“You wanna say that again, you bastard??!!”

Bakugo stormed forward, his hands already sparking with small, threatening explosions. His eyes were practically glowing with fury, and Monoma had the nerve to laugh.

“Oh, Bakugo!” Monoma taunted, not backing down one inch.

“The big bad explosion boy. Tell me, how does it feel to know you’ll always be in second place? Maybe third? Or fourth, depending on how Midoriya, Todoroki, or even Shinsou do in the rankings?”

Bakugo’s eye twitched, his entire body stiff with barely-contained rage. But Monoma wasn’t done.

He had to push further, like he was begging for a one-way ticket to the hospital.

“And the way you fawn over them,” Monoma’s grin grew even wider as he pointed toward you. “It’s cute, actually. Never thought I’d see the day when Bakugo—Mr. ‘I don’t need anyone’—would turn into a guard dog. Or is it a lap dog? Which do you prefer?”

BOOM!

An explosion went off so close to Monoma that it sent him skidding back, dust kicking up around him. Bakugo stepped in front of you, fists clenched so tightly that his palms were practically trembling with sparks.

“The hell did you just say? Say one more thing-one more—and I’ll blow your smug face off your skull!” Bakugo barked, his voice low and dangerous, like he was barely keeping himself from launching Monoma into orbit.

Monoma blinked through the dust, his smug grin faltering for a split second before he chuckled again. “Oh, come on, Bakugo. Really? We’re resorting to violence now because I made a joke? You sure you’re not getting soft?”

Bakugo was inches from him, his face twisted into a furious snarl, teeth bared like he was ready to tear Monoma apart right there and then.

"You got some kinda death wish, huh?!"

But Monoma didn’t back off. “But let’s be honest, Bakugo. All that yelling, all those explosions, and yet, when it comes down to it? You’ll never be number one, no matter how much you huff and puff. That spot’s reserved for people with brains, not just brawn. Maybe try calming down and learning a little humility from your precious little friend here. It might help!”

Bakugo didn’t even think. The next explosion was so fast, so precise, it was like a cannon shot, aimed perfectly to miss Monoma but close enough to make him feel the heat. The ground at Monoma’s feet cracked, dust flying into the air. Bakugo advanced, rage rolling off him in waves, his eyes burning.

“I don’t give a damn about your stupid rankings, and I sure as hell don’t need some washed-up copycat telling me where I stand”

Monoma, now clearly shaken but too proud to back down, tried to recover his smirk. “Oh, did I hit a nerve? Funny how—”

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugo shouted, his voice nearly cracking with intensity. “You don’t get to talk about me, and you sure as hell don’t get to talk about them. You’re nothing! You hear me?!”

Kaminari, who had been watching from a distance, finally decided to step in, looking between Bakugo and Monoma nervously. “Hey, man, maybe we should all just—”

Bakugo cut him off, his focus still locked on Monoma. “You wanna talk about ‘soft’? You’re the one hiding behind your stupid mouth because you know you don’t stand a chance. You wanna make fun of me, fine. I’ll blow you up any day of the week. But you don’t say shit about them, got it?”

The quiet that followed Bakugo’s words was deafening. Even Monoma seemed to realize he’d gone too far, his grin now completely wiped off his face. He didn’t say anything else—maybe because he didn’t want to be the target of Bakugo’s next explosion.

Bakugo took a slow, deliberate step back, the air around him still crackling with leftover energy. His fists unclenched, though the anger in his eyes didn’t fade.

“Next time you wanna talk crap” Bakugo said, his voice low and venomous, “make sure you’re ready to eat it.”

Monoma, for once, had nothing to say.

He just nodded, albeit stiffly, and walked off, probably realizing he was lucky to still be in one piece.

Once Monoma was out of sight, Bakugo turned to you, his expression still tense, but softer than the fury he’d just unleashed.

“Tch. Idiot doesn’t know what he’s talking about” Bakugo muttered. He turned to leave, clearly still fuming, but you could see the way his shoulders stayed tight, like he was still on edge.

You smiled softly at him, stepping forward. “Thank you, Bakugo. You didn’t have to do that.”

Bakugo glanced back at you, his red eyes still intense, but now with a hint of something else—something more protective. “‘Course I did,” he grumbled, his voice quieter than before. “I’m not gonna let some dumbass talk down to me. Or you”

Kirishima clapped Bakugo on the back, grinning. “That was so manly, dude! Seriously, you’ve got their back, huh?”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, his face heating up. “Shut up, shitty hair! I don’t need any of your dumbass comments right now!”

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Ahem katsuki taking care of you when your sick? 🫣

I’m so sick lately I need something to devour rn to survive (you don’t have to tho dw bb)

DUMBASS FLU PATROL

A/N: i’m SO SO SO SORRY this and all the other requests are taking so long but i’ve been running out of ideas and school took a lot of time from me. This prompt was just so fun to write ‘cause I can perfect picture bakugo taking care of reader..in his own way..I’ve been sick to after hanging out for halloween night, we all need a bakugo to take care of us🦇

It starts with Bakugo noticing something off about you during class.

He wouldn’t say anything right away, but he’s sharp enough to pick up on small changes. You’re quieter than usual, your eyes look a little glazed, and you keep rubbing your temples.

At first, he thinks you’re just tired from all the late-night study sessions you two have been pulling together, but when you keep sniffling and coughing under your breath, he starts to get annoyed.

Not at you—no, he’s irritated because you’re clearly sick and trying to tough it out, which to him is just stupid.

As class goes on, he watches you like a hawk out of the corner of his eye.

You’re shivering slightly, even though the room isn’t cold. Finally, during a brief break, he leans over, his usual scowl firmly in place as he mutters,

“Oi, what the hell’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

You give him a tired smile, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine, Bakugo. Just a little under the weather.”

“Bullshit,” he snaps, barely lowering his voice. A couple of classmates look over, but Bakugo doesn’t care.

“You’re sick, dumbass. Why didn’t you stay in bed?”

You shrug, trying to play it off like it’s no big deal. “Didn’t want to fall behind.”

Bakugo grits his teeth, muttering curses under his breath.

The fact that you’d drag yourself to class, even when you’re clearly unwell, pisses him off more than he’d like to admit.

Part of him is frustrated that you’re so stubborn, but another part—the part he doesn’t like to acknowledge—feels a strange pang of concern.

After class, he’s practically glued to your side, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as he escorts you out of the room. You insist you’re fine, that you just need some rest, but Bakugo’s having none of it.

“Shut up,” he growls when you try to brush him off. “You’re goin’ back to your room, and you’re not leavin’ until you’re better. Got it?”

You try to argue, but Bakugo’s glare is unyielding. His hand finds the small of your back, firm but surprisingly gentle as he steers you down the hall. He’s not usually one for soft gestures, but something about seeing you weak and vulnerable sets off an instinct he can’t ignore.

Once he gets you to your dorm room, he practically shoves you inside, crossing his arms as he stands in the doorway, blocking any chance of escape.

“Get in bed,” he orders, his voice rough but laced with an unmistakable note of concern.

You sigh, knowing better than to argue with him at this point.

You climb into bed, pulling the covers over yourself as he watches, his eyes sharp and critical, like he’s assessing just how sick you are.

After a moment, he grumbles, “You got medicine in here?”

You nod weakly, gesturing toward your desk where you have a small stash of over-the-counter meds.

Bakugo grabs them, inspecting each bottle with a furrowed brow, clearly reading the labels with more intensity than necessary.

He pours out the recommended dosage and hands it to you along with a glass of water, his expression a mixture of irritation and reluctant care.

“Take it” he says, watching closely as you down the pills. You can’t help but chuckle softly at his intensity, which only makes him scowl harder.

“Quit laughing, idiot. You’re the one who’s sick,” he mutters, almost to himself.

Bakugo doesn’t leave after that.

Instead, he grabs a chair from your desk, dragging it over to sit beside your bed, his arms crossed as he watches you. You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his persistence.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” you murmur, your voice a little hoarse.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Like I’m gonna leave you here to get worse just ‘cause you’re stubborn as hell. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do somethin’ stupid.”

There’s a warmth in his tone, buried under layers of gruffness, but it’s there.

The corners of his mouth twitch, almost like he’s considering a smile, but he quickly forces his expression back into a scowl.

You settle under the blankets, feeling a strange sense of comfort in his presence.

For the next few hours, Bakugo stays put, occasionally checking your temperature with the back of his hand (grumbling something about “damn germs” every time he does it) and making sure you’re drinking enough water. At one point, he disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a bowl of soup he somehow got from the cafeteria.

It’s barely warm by the time he returns, but the gesture makes your chest feel warm.

“Eat” he commands, holding the bowl out to you.

You take it, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Bakugo.”

He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get used to it.”

As the day goes on, you start to drift in and out of sleep, your fever making you drowsy. Each time you wake, Bakugo is still there, watching over you with a mixture of irritation and quiet worry. At one point, you feel his hand gently brush your forehead, checking for any sign of improvement.

The touch is warm—maybe a bit too warm, given his quirk—and you find it oddly soothing.

Just as you’re dozing off again, you hear him mutter under his breath, “Stupid… makin’ me worry like this…”

It’s barely audible, but it makes your heart flutter.

You feel yourself drifting back into sleep, a faint smile on your lips as you listen to him grumble, his voice softening in a way you rarely hear.

When you wake up again, it’s late, the room bathed in the dim glow of your bedside lamp. Bakugo’s still there, now slouched in the chair, looking half-asleep himself. He’s fighting to stay awake, his arms crossed, head nodding forward slightly.

You feel a pang of guilt, realizing he’s been with you all day. “You should go rest..” you whisper, not wanting him to feel obligated to stay.

He snaps awake, scowling. “I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like crap.”

You can’t help but smile, too tired to argue with him. Instead, you simply reach out, your fingers brushing his arm. He stiffens for a moment, surprised by the contact, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Thank you… really,” you murmur, your voice soft.

He looks at you, and for a second, his expression softens, his usual harshness fading just slightly. He lets out a small sigh, leaning forward to gently press his hand against your forehead again, feeling your temperature one last time.

“Tch. You’re still warm,” he mutters, but there’s a tenderness in his tone that he can’t quite hide. Not with you.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself drift back into sleep, his presence comforting and grounding.

Just before you drift off completely, you feel his hand linger on your forehead, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. It’s such a small, unexpected gesture, but it speaks volumes—his way of showing he cares without saying a word.

As you fall asleep, you can just barely hear him mumbling under his breath, his tone low and almost affectionate.

“You better get better soon, idiot. Can’t have you fallin’ apart on me.”

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More pro hero Touya Headcannons!

Summary: I realize all my Headcannons thus far have been way too joke based, so here’s my logical take on hero Touya, aka in my hc, Regulus, the blue flame hero 

He cried with Natsuo and Fuyumi for an hour when he found out he made it into UA. 

It was something he feared he’d never get to do. 

He was overwhelmingly happy, especially when he got to tell his mom in person at the mental hospital 

She was ecstatic for him, ofc, and she definitely cried a little after he left. 

Later, the Todofam went out for Cold Soba without Enji, who Touya probably didn’t tell that he got in until like he was walking out the door for the first day of school.

Shoto didn’t get to come for soba though, because Enji was still forcing him to train, but Touya made sure to buy an extra bowl to take home for him. 

He’d never let Shoto know it was him though, you know, emo big brother style. 

In school, he’d probably be a weird mix of Shoto and Bakugo. Like, not as hotheaded but just as determined, with a few snarky remarks. He’d top the class effortlessly. 

At the Sports festival, he definitely topped the school, but definitely lost opportunities when people saw he burned himself frequently throughout the event. 

This pissed him off to no end, and he got support gear as soon as he could, something that would keep his body cool, and protect him from burns

Chat, his costume would be based off of endeavors, I fear. 

But he’d look much hotter 😤

Once a fully fledged hero, as I’ve said previously, he’d top the charts, and more specifically, he’d topple Endeavor

As a hero, he’d definitely be the kind to be snippy and make retorts on the job

“Ma’am for the love of Christ keep your cat in your home.”

“If I see you run another red light Dave, I’m gonna fuck up your paint job”

“Robbing a thrift store? Seriously? There’s a jewelry shop down the street, shithead”

“Oh, cute quirk, you can make plants?”

Proceeds to burn each vine individually and arrest the criminal like it was no big deal. 

He’d definitely give Hawks a run for his money speed wise. 

Shockingly though, I think they’d make a good team. 

But I think he’d work much better with a hero like Mirko

His long range flames, and then her short range strength attacks afterwards? The villains would be dropping like flies

Plus how hot would they be as a team?

10/10, and they’d vibe like crazy too

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ALLISONNNN HRU

SENNIEEEEE IM GOOD WBU????

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Ahem katsuki taking care of you when your sick? 🫣

I’m so sick lately I need something to devour rn to survive (you don’t have to tho dw bb)

DUMBASS FLU PATROL

A/N: i’m SO SO SO SORRY this and all the other requests are taking so long but i’ve been running out of ideas and school took a lot of time from me. This prompt was just so fun to write ‘cause I can perfect picture bakugo taking care of reader..in his own way..I’ve been sick to after hanging out for halloween night, we all need a bakugo to take care of us🦇

It starts with Bakugo noticing something off about you during class.

He wouldn’t say anything right away, but he’s sharp enough to pick up on small changes. You’re quieter than usual, your eyes look a little glazed, and you keep rubbing your temples.

At first, he thinks you’re just tired from all the late-night study sessions you two have been pulling together, but when you keep sniffling and coughing under your breath, he starts to get annoyed.

Not at you—no, he’s irritated because you’re clearly sick and trying to tough it out, which to him is just stupid.

As class goes on, he watches you like a hawk out of the corner of his eye.

You’re shivering slightly, even though the room isn’t cold. Finally, during a brief break, he leans over, his usual scowl firmly in place as he mutters,

“Oi, what the hell’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

You give him a tired smile, trying to brush it off. “I’m fine, Bakugo. Just a little under the weather.”

“Bullshit,” he snaps, barely lowering his voice. A couple of classmates look over, but Bakugo doesn’t care.

“You’re sick, dumbass. Why didn’t you stay in bed?”

You shrug, trying to play it off like it’s no big deal. “Didn’t want to fall behind.”

Bakugo grits his teeth, muttering curses under his breath.

The fact that you’d drag yourself to class, even when you’re clearly unwell, pisses him off more than he’d like to admit.

Part of him is frustrated that you’re so stubborn, but another part—the part he doesn’t like to acknowledge—feels a strange pang of concern.

After class, he’s practically glued to your side, his eyes narrowed and jaw clenched as he escorts you out of the room. You insist you’re fine, that you just need some rest, but Bakugo’s having none of it.

“Shut up,” he growls when you try to brush him off. “You’re goin’ back to your room, and you’re not leavin’ until you’re better. Got it?”

You try to argue, but Bakugo’s glare is unyielding. His hand finds the small of your back, firm but surprisingly gentle as he steers you down the hall. He’s not usually one for soft gestures, but something about seeing you weak and vulnerable sets off an instinct he can’t ignore.

Once he gets you to your dorm room, he practically shoves you inside, crossing his arms as he stands in the doorway, blocking any chance of escape.

“Get in bed,” he orders, his voice rough but laced with an unmistakable note of concern.

You sigh, knowing better than to argue with him at this point.

You climb into bed, pulling the covers over yourself as he watches, his eyes sharp and critical, like he’s assessing just how sick you are.

After a moment, he grumbles, “You got medicine in here?”

You nod weakly, gesturing toward your desk where you have a small stash of over-the-counter meds.

Bakugo grabs them, inspecting each bottle with a furrowed brow, clearly reading the labels with more intensity than necessary.

He pours out the recommended dosage and hands it to you along with a glass of water, his expression a mixture of irritation and reluctant care.

“Take it” he says, watching closely as you down the pills. You can’t help but chuckle softly at his intensity, which only makes him scowl harder.

“Quit laughing, idiot. You’re the one who’s sick,” he mutters, almost to himself.

Bakugo doesn’t leave after that.

Instead, he grabs a chair from your desk, dragging it over to sit beside your bed, his arms crossed as he watches you. You raise an eyebrow, surprised by his persistence.

“You don’t have to stay, you know,” you murmur, your voice a little hoarse.

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Like I’m gonna leave you here to get worse just ‘cause you’re stubborn as hell. Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t do somethin’ stupid.”

There’s a warmth in his tone, buried under layers of gruffness, but it’s there.

The corners of his mouth twitch, almost like he’s considering a smile, but he quickly forces his expression back into a scowl.

You settle under the blankets, feeling a strange sense of comfort in his presence.

For the next few hours, Bakugo stays put, occasionally checking your temperature with the back of his hand (grumbling something about “damn germs” every time he does it) and making sure you’re drinking enough water. At one point, he disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a bowl of soup he somehow got from the cafeteria.

It’s barely warm by the time he returns, but the gesture makes your chest feel warm.

“Eat” he commands, holding the bowl out to you.

You take it, giving him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Bakugo.”

He looks away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, whatever. Just don’t get used to it.”

As the day goes on, you start to drift in and out of sleep, your fever making you drowsy. Each time you wake, Bakugo is still there, watching over you with a mixture of irritation and quiet worry. At one point, you feel his hand gently brush your forehead, checking for any sign of improvement.

The touch is warm—maybe a bit too warm, given his quirk—and you find it oddly soothing.

Just as you’re dozing off again, you hear him mutter under his breath, “Stupid… makin’ me worry like this…”

It’s barely audible, but it makes your heart flutter.

You feel yourself drifting back into sleep, a faint smile on your lips as you listen to him grumble, his voice softening in a way you rarely hear.

When you wake up again, it’s late, the room bathed in the dim glow of your bedside lamp. Bakugo’s still there, now slouched in the chair, looking half-asleep himself. He’s fighting to stay awake, his arms crossed, head nodding forward slightly.

You feel a pang of guilt, realizing he’s been with you all day. “You should go rest..” you whisper, not wanting him to feel obligated to stay.

He snaps awake, scowling. “I’m fine. You’re the one who looks like crap.”

You can’t help but smile, too tired to argue with him. Instead, you simply reach out, your fingers brushing his arm. He stiffens for a moment, surprised by the contact, but he doesn’t pull away.

“Thank you… really,” you murmur, your voice soft.

He looks at you, and for a second, his expression softens, his usual harshness fading just slightly. He lets out a small sigh, leaning forward to gently press his hand against your forehead again, feeling your temperature one last time.

“Tch. You’re still warm,” he mutters, but there’s a tenderness in his tone that he can’t quite hide. Not with you.

You close your eyes, feeling yourself drift back into sleep, his presence comforting and grounding.

Just before you drift off completely, you feel his hand linger on your forehead, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. It’s such a small, unexpected gesture, but it speaks volumes—his way of showing he cares without saying a word.

As you fall asleep, you can just barely hear him mumbling under his breath, his tone low and almost affectionate.

“You better get better soon, idiot. Can’t have you fallin’ apart on me.”

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i’m posting after SO MUCH TIME, get ready for fluffy bakugo stuff🦇🦇

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his handssss 😩😩😩