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Teenage Love

The love he presented was like the moon casting a glow on a darkened night, and the love she gave was like the sun greeting the ocean before it graces the plants with its presence. He deemed himself undeserving of her tenderness and devotion to him, but he could not stop yearning for it; he could not prevent himself from reaching out and apricating in it.

Bakugou was many things; he was rough, rackety, fractious, hard to control, and ruly. He was fearless, brave in a way that he would dare go against a bear, and audacious enough to believe that he could win. Some might even say he was imperious, demanding that everyone listen to him because he was the finest.

However, Bakugou was sensitive and soothing. He prides himself on the fact that no one knows this component of him, that he was a Philocalist. He wanted to be embraced and treasured, comforted when his tempestuous hands start to shiver, and his body begins to shake, and when a ripple of uncertainty and worthlessness wash over him into a frenzy of a panic attack. He wanted to be cherished the same way he was willing to worship anyone who let him. Anyone brave enough to get near him and patient to wait until he is comfortable enough that he slowly starts opening the doors to his heart and mind, the doors to his insecurities, the doors to his love, the doors to his soul.

Bakugou was cooking dinner for the rest of Class 2A with Koda, Jirou, Shoji, Sato, and Tokoyami when he heard y/n’s tumultuous footsteps thudding down the stairs. She wailed Bakugou’s name so loud that she caught the attention of everyone in the room.

Y/n spent her whole Saturday building up the courage to ask Bakugou out. She made a pro-con list, wrote out a script, and rehearsed that same script multiple times. She was finally ready to do it. She was thrilled, eager to let him know how she felt about him.

“Bakugou! Bakugou where are you?” Y/n screamed. Bakugou’s ears turned a light shade of pink as the rest of the hunger heroes (as Denki would like to call them) giggled. “Shut up extra’s,” he said quietly before screaming back, “In the kitchen, and stop running; you are going to injure yourself by tumbling down those stairs again!”

Bakugou was drying his hands as y/n made it around the corner into the kitchen. He lowered the temp of the stove and leaned against the counter next to it, arms folded across his chest. “What is making you scream like a maniac?”

“You,” Y/n replied with a radiant smile, unaware of the effect her words have on him.

Bakugou coughed, shocked by what she said; he whipped his head around and glared at the rest of the people in the kitchen as they tried to hold in their giggles. They quickly made excuses and pardoned themselves away from the two before Bakugou exploded out of pure embarrassment.

He turned back to y/n, glaring at her to continue.

Still smiling, y/n spoke, “Bakugou, I have something important to tell you; I have wanted to tell you this for a while now. I even made a script and a pro-con list, and I have rehearsed this in the mirror, pretending my reflection was you. This thing I want to tell you is super important, and I hope you take it seriously. Ok, so what I wanted to say means a lot-

"Y/n your rambling,” Bakugou interrupted.

“Right, sorry.” Y/n took a deep breath and grabbed both of Bakugou’s hands before looking up into his crimson eyes. She noticed his blush and looked down at their joined hands; she realized how sweaty his palms were, how nervous he looked, maybe even more nervous than she was. He tried to snatch his hands away, but she held them in place, using them as anchors to stop herself from running away.

Looking down at their hands, Y/n said, “Ok, screw the script. What I’m trying to say is that I am in love with you.”

“What?”

“I am in love with you, Katsuki Bakugou. I have fallen in love with you. I love how strong and brave you are; I love how protective and determined you can get. How, although you seem rough to others, you are a kind soul, in your way, of course. How sweet you can be, how you laugh, even though you sound like a gremlin sometimes. I love how calming your presence is, how I feel safe and comforted when you are around. I love how you are one of the only people in the world who lets me speak freely and listens to me. I love how fierce your eyes are. I love how you can admire the beauty in things and how passionate you can get about stuff you like, like your hero work, your goals, horror movies, and romance novels. I love hearing you talk, whether it’s about your dreams or your goals. Whether it is about your most recently developed move or something you saw outside. I love everything about you, everything you don’t like about yourself, I love. I love how your love language is acts of service and gift-giving, so you tend to cook my favorite meals for me when I am down. Despite how you feel about your sweaty hands, I love them about you, I love your quirk, how it sometimes makes you smell like caramel, I notice Bakugou, and I love them. They make you the person you are.” Y/n looked at Bakugou’s eyes again. His were teary-eyed and soft as she took one final deep breath. “I love you, Katsuki Bakugou, and I want to be your girlfriend.”

Bakugou had a visceral reaction when y/n asked him out. He felt a surge of her love ubiquitously; he felt it wrap around him in a blanket basked by the sunlight; Bakugou felt her confession wash away all his concerns, all his trepidations, all his sins. He waited for this moment for a long time. He tried multiple times to ask her out himself but would feel embarrassed and walk away like a coward, ashamed of his inability to form poetic words to woo her.

Tears slipped down his rosy cheeks as he looked at her, racking his brains trying to put the emotions he was feeling into words.

“Y/n, I am not good with words,” he started saying.

“I know.”

He nodded his head, appreciative of how she noticed the little details.

He pulled his hands away from hers and quickly dried his sweaty palms on his jeans. He placed one hand on the curve of her back and the other on the back of her head, pulling her close enough that their foreheads were touching.

“I am in love with you. I think I have been in love with you the second you sat with me during lunch in our first year. I wanted to tell you for some time now but was too much of a coward to do so.” He said with a hearty laugh as y/n softly giggled against his lips. “Can I kiss you? Can I kiss you to show you how much you mean to me, how deep my love runs for you that I can’t even form a proper sentence?” He whispered.

“Please,” y/n said so quietly that it was a miracle Bakugou heard.

Bakugou placed his left hand on her cheek, caressing it with his thumb, before pulling her forward by the waist and smashing his lips with hers.

The kiss was soft, delicate even. They kissed each other like lovers separated by war and finally reunited. The kiss was everything and more for the both of them. Bakugou pulled her in so close that they felt like one. Their heartbeats thumped to the same rhythm. It felt like both of their souls were holding hands. It felt like they were finally complete, finally whole.

They both broke away from the kiss gasping for air, Bakugou’s dopey eyes and lovestruck smile warming y/n’s heart.

It took them a while before either of them said a word, still embraced and trying to catch their breaths.

It was y/n who spoke first. Nervously fiddling with her fingers, y/n finally asked, “So…does this mean you want to be my boyfriend?”

Bakugou giggled, his giggle turning into a loud laugh. It was a pure laugh; he wasn’t masking. He genuinely laughed until his whole chest vibrated. He looked at Y/n and said, “Of course, I want to be your boyfriend, idiot. For God’s sake, I am madly in love with you!” He screamed for the whole dorm building to hear. “I want to hold you and kiss you and spend time with you, I want to go on cute dates with you, and I want to train with you. I want to be there for you no matter what, and I want you to be there for me too. I want us to make it to the top 3 hero rankings together, side by side. I want to spend the rest of our lives loving you Y/n; I want to be your boyfriend if you’ll take me as I am.” He said, voice slowly lowering in fear.

“Of course, I will take you as you are dummy. I fell in love with the real Bakugou after all,” Y/n said.

“Katsuki, please call me Katsuki.”

“Can I call you Kats?”

“You can call me anything you want.” He said as he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.

“Does this mean we’re dating Kats?” y/n asked after a while,

“Of course, it does, my love.”

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