#★ ! katsuki bakugou

[celesteleoves]

hcs of bakugou / todoroki being a hardcore simp for reader maybe?

“I WANNA BE YOURS.”

KATSUKI BAKUGOU/SHOTO TODOROKI x fem!reader.

summary: what the request said!

warnings: swearing (bakugou…), mentions of todoroki’s childhood (very brief), that’s it i believe!

a/n: i love this request. i hope i wrote this to your liking!

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BAKUGOU KATSUKI —

he is a very subtle simp. you probably wouldn’t even think he liked you if you guys weren’t already dating. the way he shows his love for you is… questionable.

he does the simple things like following you around like a lost puppy (even though he swears he does NOT) .

he’ll definitely demand you never leave his side so he can always be there to protect you.

“you’re so weak, you need me to be there to protect you at all times.”

you’ll just nod, enjoying your boyfriends presence. (he’s actually geeking over you aswell and the fact you grace him with your presence).

he takes you everywhere with him and doesn’t care about what anyone says. oh, aizawa paired him up with kirishima? you’re coming with. you can’t stay a second away from him before he’s rushing around like a headless chicken looking for you.

your biggest fan by far, anything you do he’s practically on the floor worshipping you. then the next second he’ll be calling your outfit disgusting in the sweetest way possible.

he’ll also deny the fact he’s a simp for you. one time, kirishima caught the poor boy gazing at you, dare i say LOVINGLY, across the room as you did a mundane task.

kirishima has never grinned wider than he did when he noticed this. your boyfriend noticed the quiet chuckles leaving his friend and turned towards him.

“what the fuck are you laughing at?”

“you stalking y/n!”

“I WAS NOT STARING AT HER.” sure… liar. you literally just outed yourself…

bakugou loved you, even though he shows it in his weird, weird ways.

SHOTO TODOROKI —

the sweetest, sweetest boyfriend ever. literally the ideal boyfriend anyone could have SIMPLY because of how doting he is towards his partner.

he’s absolutely enamoured with you. he isn’t shameful about it either! (referencing one of my other head-canons) .

this boy will downright show his love for you.

we all know shoto has a hard time with social cues, he blames it on his childhood and the lack of social times he had – always being isolated.

that’s also the reason why he doesn’t understand why he can’t stare you down like a hawk and not expect people to be slightly worried… why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you?

cuteness aggression is a thing. you both get it when you’re with each other.

you can’t believe you managed to secure this boy. he never opened up to just anyone, yet for you he made an exception. you flew that all the time.

meanwhile your boyfriend is still in denial you two are dating. every time you bring up your realtionship he’s blushing like a maniac and shying away from you.

your classmates notice the little things. such as you placing your phone face up only for it to be face down a couple seconds later because todoroki fixed it for you knowing you don’t want people staring at every notification on your phone (this is so me guys i’m sorry).

he is very attentive, he’s such a simp. he’ll pick up on the little things. sometimes, you feel like he knows you better than you know yourself.

there was definitely one time you had been making yourself a snack in the kitchen, forgetting to get one of your favourite piece of food for the snack .

once your snack was made, you frowned at the missing piece of your food you wanted.

starting to get upset, you looked around for something to make up for this.

“here.” a soft voice spoke causing you to relax at the sound of todorokis gentle tone.

“i can’t find my-”

“y/n. here.”

you looked at your boyfriends hand, noticing he was holding multiple variations of the missing food item you craved.

your lips trembled at his thoughtfulness and you pulled your boyfriend in for a hug as he returned it with a soft smile on his face.

he’s too sweet for you and such a simp!

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a/n: guys, bare with me if there is spelling errors. this was not proof-read! i hope this was good enough, it was kind of short.

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[saikoucorps]

౨ৎ Katsuki can't eat dinner in silence.

Whether you two are at a restaurant, or at home. He will literally start talking about the rabdomest things, or find things to complain about.

Even at a restaurant, he complains and asks questions as if you two are in your own world.

©@ saikoucorps 2024

[typhea]

✮﹒❄️﹐KATSUKI BAKUGOU + ‘WAKEY WAKEY’

﹐♡﹒featuring : katsuki bakugou ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : nsfw content under the cut // mdni ,, somno, cnc, rushed >:( , katsuki is literally a pervert, spit, spanking, f!reader ♡

﹐♡﹒summary : morning sex with him ♡

you were peacefully sleeping on your stomach, dreaming of whatever made you smile. the night being too hot, you took off your pyjamas to sleep in your comfortable underwear while your boyfriend was sleeping. unfortunately, katsuki is a morning person. he gets up at 6 am everyday, for absolutely no reason, except when he has to work. he always woke up before you, watching you sleep few minutes before going out to do his morning jogging. but, this morning he didn’t?

something tells me that he had the wettest dream of his life, and seeing you in these underwear didn’t help. he was too sleepy to be thinking properly, or too horny. all he was thinking about was how hard he had to break your back, right now.

he got on top of you, watching your beautiful back. he sat on the back of your thighs, breathing heavily. you could’ve woke up with how loud his breathing was, but let’s say you didn’t. he slowly pushed your panties to the side, letting him see your adorable cunt. he spat on it, getting wet so he could enter easier. you whined in you sleep feeling the wetness between your legs, “shhh, baby it’s just me..” he whispered as if you could hear him, rubbing your hole with his thumb. he slid a pillow under your ass, on your lower tummy, so your ass was closer to him. you whimpered as you felt the pillow getting under you, you were about to wake up.

your eyes opens wide as soon as you felt his tip pushing into your hole, stretching you up. you let out a loud moan as he kept going deeper making you take his whole thing. “k-katsuki..! what the heck..” you whined as he started thrusting, gripping your waist.

“fuck.. baby i had to .. i couldn’t help it.. almost like your pussy was fucking calling me..” he tells you, with an itchy breath. “but you’re gonna take it, yeah? arch your back f’me.” you did as he told you, arching your back and bringing your ass toward him, making him groan. tears filled your pretty eyes as he hit repeatedly that spongy spot, that made you feel so good. your moans and whispers only getting louder by the minute bringing him closer to the edge.

“shit.. baby cum on this cock, wanna feel u clenching tight around me. need to make your legs shake, y/n.” his words goes right between your legs, letting the first orgasm of your day happen. you were gripping the sheets tightly, your eyes looking up at your lashes. he wasn’t long after you, he pulled out and came all over your ass & back. he groans before smacking your ass. “such a good girl.”

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[lovelykil]

crush─

ᯓ katsuki bakugo (reader is crushing on izu)

note; silly bsf bakugo scenario bc I like him platonically :3 + no proof read

"I don't understaanndd"

"what do you mean you don't understand, I just EXPLAINED IT" the angry blonde's voice boomed through his dorm, making the few All Might figures bounce up on its shelf. He had that famous furious expression as he looked at you. You placed your hand on his face and pushed him away with a groan.

"no, you idiot not the study guide," bakugo was shoved away but quickly bounced back to shout at you.

"THEN WHAT"

you stared down at the packet, your pencil laid lifelessly beside it awaiting to be used again. You rested your elbow on the small table you and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight shared and sighed in thought.

you begin to play with your pencil, "how you don't have a crush." You lock eyes with him. He stares at you like an idiot before he folds his arms to his chest.

"I told you I don't do that dumb crap." He grumbles through his teeth. He's a little calmer now but still irritated at your uncertainty toward his own words.

for some odd reason you just didn't believe him, you've seen the way he glances at kirishima or uraraka. He's such a stubborn asshole to admit it though

you click your tongue, lifting your chin off the palm of your hand. You grab back your pencil and begin to doodle on the sides of the study guide.

"its gotta be uraraka, no?" You questioned, grinning slightly at the paper.

his brows scrunch as he unfolds his arms,

"who, round face?"

"aw look you already have a nickname for her." You tease, continuing to doodle. Bakugo sits up to kick you in the leg with a grunt the teen then walks over to his shelf to fix the figures of his idol while you shout in pain.

"you asshole, what the hell?!"

"I don't like that Kirby knockoff." He growls. He moves a figure a few centimeters away from the other.

you look over at him, brows stitched together in annoyance, you stare at him for a brief moment then turn your head.

"alright well if not her then..." You return to the study guide, retrieving your pencil. You choose to pause momentarily before speaking for that dramatic effect.

"kirishima?" A sinister grin grows on your sly lips as you glance over at him. His whole body reacted like he was stunned at such an accusation; he whips his head around still holding a figure.

"YOU THINK I SWING THAT WAY OR SOMETHIN?" Your small snickering turned into loud laughing at his offended reaction, you just loved to piss this boy off.

"hey it's okay! We all get a little curious if you know what I me—"

"SHUT UP DUMBASS"

as you laugh your ass off katsuki angrily turns himself around and places the figure in his hand on the shelf with such force, the thing itself almost collapses. His cheeks are crimson red, visible veins pop out on his forehead and his teeth grit together in frustration.

he really doesn't know why he hangs out with you.

once your laughing dies out and he resumes to his spot on the other side of the table you sigh in content at the amount of dopamine you retained just within 3 minutes.

you wipe away a tear and pick up with pencil.

"oh shit, you're so funny bakugo." He doesn't respond anymore just grunts, but he does flip over a page to the study guide and continues his work. So, he was aware of you he just wanted to ignore your annoying self.

the pencil of his looks like it's on its last life, trembling with fear every time he roughly glides it across the paper. You observe him, still in that daze of laughter then look at your paper.

then out of nowhere you blurt out something.

"I like Midoriya—!" You wait for his reaction with wide, worried eyes. He doesn't take long to react, of course negatively.

"you like that nerd? what are you blind?" He looks up from the paper, his ruby eyes burn into yours.

you blush from embarrassment, feeling your cheeks warm up like a heater.

"you're so rude, he's cute and funny.." You play with the pencil yet again, your mind wanders off to thoughts of just that broccoli head. His smile, his laugh, his hands, his smile, his eyes oh yeah his smile again and that waist and...

"he's annoying that's about it, and so are you. What a perfect match." Bakugo swats your daydream bubble away along with your love sick smile. You turn towards him about to shout but you stop and smile suddenly.

"wait you really think so?" You have never sounded so eager and desperate with your wide bright eyes and flushed cheeks. Katsuki scoffs and lightly smiles.

"you're actually so desperate it's making you lamer than usual." He finishes up a problem.

you roll your eyes, "ugh, whatever." You fold your arms to your chest with huff. A few lingering seconds go by and something hits you in the face, an idea.

you unfold your arms and lean yourself over to him, quickly.

"hey you're his bestfriend! You think you could set—"

"like HELL"

"What?? Bakugo PLEASE"

"not in a million years."

[kimmie2me]

# 03. Unexpected Partners

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If you’d had a time machine, you wouldn’t use it for anything noble or selfless—no epic rescue of historical figures, no preventing major disasters. Nope. You’d drag yourself back a month just to shake your wide-eyed, naïve self by the shoulders and scream, "Don’t do it. Find another department. Any other department. Join traffic control. Herd cats. Just don’t end up here."

Because here was Bakugou personal circle of hell. The past few weeks felt like a marathon in which you’d been tripped at the starting line, dragged halfway, and then left to sprint uphill. In the rain. With weighted vests. There was no mercy in Bakugou’s world, only adrenaline and barked orders that carried enough force to knock the confidence right out of your chest.

You learned, fast and furiously, that he wasn’t just tough. He was ruthless, exacting, and demanded perfection with all the warmth of a drill sergeant who hadn’t had coffee. And coffee—you’d learned the hard way—was something that could make or break a morning. There was The Incident when you dared bring him a cup with too much sugar, only to receive a sharp glare and a grumbled, “What, you think I’m ten?” The next thirty minutes were dedicated to sprint drills so intense your calves whimpered for days. All you wanted to do is figure out what the hell his favorite coffee is! Yes, you're still trying..

And yes, you're still failing.

Bakugou’s teaching methods were a combination of trial by fire and sheer terror. He wasn’t interested in your excuses or half-assed answers. If you messed up, you’d know—usually by the clipped way he’d shout, “Run it again,” or the eye twitch that signaled he was two seconds from ripping the folder out of your hands and doing it himself.

It wasn’t just the shouting, though that was certainly a staple. It was the moments he’d watch you with that hawk-eyed stare, arms crossed and expression set like granite. There were no second chances when Bakugou was breathing down your neck; you either got it right or got ready to count pavement cracks while doing your punishment laps. You hadn’t done so many wall sits since training, thighs quivering like jelly by the time he allowed you to stand.

And it wasn’t just you. Anyone who dared step into his path found themselves swept up in the tornado of his expectations. It made surviving the day feel like a badge of honor, if surviving meant stumbling into your apartment with barely enough strength to fling your shoes off.

One time, you’d accidentally jumbled up a lead in a report, swapping suspect descriptions that Bakugou caught in record time. He’d smacked the paper onto your desk with an incredulous look. “D’you even read this before handin’ it in?” And just like that, your next hour was filled with circuits and resistance bands that made your arms feel like spaghetti. “C’mon, rookie, or should I start callin’ you noodle arms?” The jab stuck, and you groaned whenever he brought it up.

Bakugou’s wrath was tempered only by moments of begrudging silence, the rare instances where you met his eyes and thought you saw a flicker of something softer, only to blink and find it gone. Those moments would have been comforting if they weren’t fleeting, crushed by his next tirade over a misplaced document or a missed clue.

But just as you’d started thinking maybe you’d bitten off more than you could chew, a case dropped that pulled everyone into high gear: a string of burglaries, each more calculated than the last. No dumb luck, no rookie mistakes would fly with this one. Bakugou’s tension was palpable, a crackle in the air whenever he entered the room. He’d pace with his hands shoved into his pockets, muttering curses and theories under his breath like the case had insulted him personally.

Your nerves spiked with each passing day. Bakugou was more relentless than ever, orders flung out faster than you could grab your notebook. And if you so much as hesitated? He’d turn, eyes gleaming like a predator scenting blood. “Keep up, or get out.”

By the time you wrapped up that week’s legwork, you weren’t sure whether to feel accomplished or absolutely wrecked. Bakugou had pushed every ounce of strength and patience from your body, leaving you hollowed out and aching. Yet, for some reason you’d yet to understand, you kept coming back, stepping into the precinct with a quiet determination that only grew as his glare followed you like a challenge.

Time machine, you reminded yourself, scribbling down notes that were half-legible from your shaking hand. You’d go back, find yourself, and whisper conspiratorially, Choose desk duty. It’ll save your soul.

But you didn’t have a time machine. You had Bakugou. And you were starting to suspect he might just make a detective out of you, whether you survived him or not.

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The burglaries had started small—a string of break-ins that barely made the back page of the city’s morning paper. But each successive hit grew bolder, more precise, like the thief was taunting the force. By the time it hit their radar, Chief Yagi’s usually calm expression had hardened to steel, and even the more seasoned detectives were exchanging wary glances.

For you, it meant one thing: Bakugou was operating at maximum intensity, his usual scowl deepened to something almost carved from stone. It was an energy you could feel in the air, like the static before a lightning strike. And with that, the pace of your life turned from grueling to almost impossible. Long days blurred into longer nights, the fluorescent lights above burning into your skull as you combed through reports with squinting eyes and a splitting headache. The precinct buzzed with anticipation and tension, everyone bracing for the storm.

You sat at your desk, meticulously cross-referencing suspect details when Bakugou stormed in, clipboard in one hand and the other pressed into his hip like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it entirely. He glanced around the room, eyes sharp as the edge of a blade, before they settled on you. The air shifted.

“Rookie,” he barked, and you jumped, nearly dropping your pen. He didn’t wait for you to recover before launching into his rapid-fire speech. “Listen up, ‘cause I’m only sayin’ this once. The pattern’s changed. Our thief’s not just hittin’ high-value targets anymore—they’re goin’ after places with tech infrastructure. Means they’re not just lookin’ for loot—they’re diggin’ for data, and if we don’t get ahead, we’re gonna be two steps behind with our heads up our—”

He paused, jaw tightening like he was biting back an insult, and then leaned down, bringing himself to eye level. His eyes were an inferno, daring you to miss a word. “You listening?”

You nodded so fast it was a wonder your neck didn’t cramp, scribbling down notes as if your life depended on it. Maybe it did—at least, your peace of mind surely did. Bakugou’s tone wasn’t just demanding; it was drilled into your skull, searing in its urgency.

“Good. Now, look—”

“Oh! Hey, Kacchan!!”

The voice sliced through the room like a record scratch, shattering Bakugou’s hyper-focused tension into a thousand jagged pieces. He physically recoiled, straightening up so fast you’d think he’d been stung. Your pen stilled mid-word, eyes flicking between him and the newcomer with an internal "?!?!?!?!" blaring in neon letters.

Kacchan?

There, standing at the threshold of the precinct like he’d wandered in by accident, was Detective Midoriya Izuku, all soft smiles and bright green eyes. He gave a little wave as if Bakugou wasn’t seconds away from launching into orbit.

“Kacchan, hi! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Midoriya’s tone was impossibly cheerful, and the nickname fell from his lips like it was a greeting between best friends. But from the way Bakugou’s hands twitched, it may as well have been a bomb dropped into a room full of dynamite.

Bakugou’s response was instantaneous, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “What the hell’re you doin’ here, Deku?”

The silence that followed was suffocating, punctuated only by the distant hum of computers and a detective a few desks over clearing their throat awkwardly. Your heart thumped in your chest as if it was trying to escape the awkwardness, and you glanced at Midoriya, expecting him to shrink back. But he didn’t—his smile wavered, sure, but he held his ground, eyes earnest.

“I’m here to help with the case,” Midoriya explained, and it took everything in you not to whip your head around. Help? With your case?

Bakugou’s reaction was as explosive as you expected. “Help? You—”

But before he could finish, a voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Enough, boys.” Chief Yagi’s voice was firm as he walked in, flanked by another man who exuded calm authority—the infamous Chief Aizawa Shouta. His tired eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene with a raised brow.

“Chief Aizawa and his team are joining us for this operation. And that includes Detective Midoriya.” Chief Yagi’s tone left no room for argument.

Bakugou’s jaw set so tight you could hear the grind of teeth. And in that moment, you knew that whatever the past few weeks had been like? They were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

…

You barely had time to absorb Midoriya’s, let alone Cheif Aizawa's, sudden appearance before Chief Yagi called everyone into the briefing room. This would’ve been a regular meeting for the higher-ups—the kind you’d usually only hear about when Bakugou came out, slamming the door behind him, face redder than the emergency exit signs. But today, for reasons you couldn’t fathom, you were summoned along. Because apparently, if Bakugou was involved, you were involved.

The briefing room was already filling up, the thick scent of coffee and paper lingering in the air as officers shuffled in, muttering greetings and speculations under their breath. Chief Yagi took his place at the head of the room, looking as solid and unyielding as ever, while Chief Aizawa leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets, observing the room with the detached but alert gaze of a cat watching a busy street. Midoriya slid into a chair near the front, shooting you a small, encouraging smile. Bakugou, in contrast, looked like he’d swallowed a wasp.

Then, in strode Officer Ashido Mina, bright as a firecracker, with Officer Sero Hanta close behind her, both exuding a casual confidence that somehow didn’t feel out of place even in a room of high-stakes professionals. Mina shot a finger-gun wave at the room, winking in your direction before taking a seat across from Midoriya. Sero plopped down beside her, his grin almost lazy but eyes sharp, taking in everything at once.

Chief Yagi’s voice brought the room to order. “Alright, everyone, this joint task force is in place because the burglaries have escalated. We’re dealing with a team of thieves targeting secure information in addition to high-value assets. The leads point to a complex operation, and that’s where our collaboration comes in.”

He nodded to Chief Aizawa, who spoke in that low, measured tone that commanded instant respect. “We need all hands on deck. Each of you will have a role—whether it’s field, intel, or processing. Officer Uraraka will be on the evidence team, coordinating with the data we’ve collected so far.”

The mention of Uraraka’s name caught your attention, and sure enough, she was at the back, beaming when she spotted you. Her presence was a rare comfort in this sea of intense, stern faces. It had been years since you’d seen her, but it was like old times when she waved, mouthing an excited “Hey!”

“Detective Bakugou, Officer L/N, you’ll be working alongside Detective Midoriya’s team,” Chief Yagi continued, and the very air in the room seemed to vibrate as Bakugou’s scowl deepened. He was in full protest mode, shooting daggers at Midoriya, who looked back with a determined—if slightly nervous—smile.

Once the briefing concluded, Chief Yagi dismissed everyone, and the room exploded in chatter as officers filed out. You managed to navigate through the crowd until you reached Uraraka, who practically bounced on her toes, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Can you believe it? We’re working together!” she said, her voice bright with excitement. “I’ve been doing the fingerprinting, data scans—all the good stuff. Remember when I used to geek out about this stuff in school?”

“Oh, totally! You always aced those forensics projects,” you replied, grinning as the memories rushed back.

She nodded, laughing. “Exactly! And now, look at us! I get to actually do it. And you—you’re working with Bakugou Katsuki, of all people!” Her eyes widened with awe and maybe a little mischief, the kind that reminded you of her knack for getting you into trouble back in the day.

“Working is a strong word,” you muttered, glancing over at Bakugou, who was still glaring holes into Midoriya, ignoring everyone else. “Surviving might be more accurate.”

Uraraka giggled but quickly straightened when she caught Bakugou’s expression aimed squarely at her—a glare so intense that it was a wonder she didn’t spontaneously combust. She cleared her throat, gave you a small, sympathetic smile, and said, “Well, I’d better get back to it. I’ll send over the scans when they’re ready! And hey, catch up soon?”

You nodded, squeezing her hand in agreement. “Definitely. Thanks, Ochaco.”

With a final grin, Uraraka turned back to her workstation, her demeanor shifting from friendly to focused in an instant. You watched her go, feeling a brief pang of jealousy at how seamlessly she slid into her work. But that was quickly overridden by the realization that Bakugou was striding your way, arms crossed and a storm brewing in his expression.

“Done with your little reunion?” he sneered, barely waiting for you to nod. “Good. 'Cause now it’s time for you to actually do somethin’ useful, rookie.” He nodded towards the open case file in his hand. “Let’s go.”

.....

The silence between you and Bakugou was taut, strung up like an overused wire threatening to snap. He stalked ahead, practically dragging the storm cloud that was his mood behind him. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d decided that now was the time to go full boot camp on you, but here you were, heels clicking on the polished floor, trying not to look like you’d rather melt into it.

“Listen up, rookie,” Bakugou started without turning around, his voice a low rumble laced with that familiar bite. He navigated the labyrinth of hallways like a predator circling its territory. You’re gonna make yourself useful if it kills ya, got it?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling a combination of irritation and nerves twist in your chest. You’d learned over the past few weeks that Bakugou had a penchant for the extreme. Everything was all or nothing with him, whether it was paperwork, interrogations, or the way he yelled about the printer jamming (which was only your fault that one time).

“Got it,” you managed, though it came out weaker than you intended. He spared you a glance, eyes narrowing as if daring you to prove him right about all the times he’d muttered under his breath about “extras” wasting his time.

As if on cue, the door to one of the briefing rooms swung open, and Detective Kirishima stepped out, his broad grin a sharp contrast to Bakugou’s perpetual scowl. “Yo! Heard we’re working together on this one,” he said, his voice friendly and warm, instantly cutting through the tension.

Great. If there was ever a time to look capable, it was now. Not that Kirishima would ever point out your mistakes, but being around Bakugou had a way of amplifying your self-awareness until it was deafening.

“Try not to get in the way,” Bakugou snapped, jerking his thumb towards the entrance. You wondered if his eyes had always held that unrelenting glint or if he’d sharpened it specifically for you. Kirishima, bless him, only chuckled, patting you on the back as he passed by.

“Don’t mind him. He’s just on edge about the syndicate case,” Kirishima whispered, though you knew Bakugou’s sharp hearing likely picked it up. His glare confirmed it, but he didn’t say anything, turning his attention to the map on the table instead. Red pins clustered like a rash, each marking a hit by the crime syndicate that had every department in the city scrambling.

The realization hit you hard. The stakes were higher than ever, and the idea of fumbling now made your stomach churn. The last thing you needed was to mess up in front of Bakugou and Kirishima, especially when the latter’s optimism made you want to do better and the former’s disdain made you feel like you never could.

Bakugou laid out the plan, his voice cutting through the thick tension in the room. "..'nd if we’re lucky, tonight’s stakeout’ll give us what we need.” He turned to you, eyes narrowing to twin blades. “That clear, rookie?”

“Crystal,” you muttered, earning a sharp nod.

As Kirishima checked the comms equipment, you shifted on your feet, the weight of what was coming pressing against your chest like a vice. The quiet hum of urgency filled the room as you prepared for the night ahead, a stakeout that promised no sleep, a test of patience, and a confined space with Bakugou’s intensity smoldering beside you.

Yeah. You're soo fucked.

[vampkats]

More than friends, less than lovers

( Red is Bakugo, blue is y/n)

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It was about 19:15- Bakugo was laying on his bed in his dorm when you barged in.

"..Hurry up, idiot." To your surprise, he didn't yell this time. "Alright."

You closed the door and quickly got under the covers next to him. (Same thing again..) You thought. You and Bakugo weren't exactly really friendly towards each other but you had a deal. Whenever someone wasn't feeling alright you would either cuddle or spar- depending on the emotions and the mood. You don't know how it came to that but you clearly didn't mind because of your crush on him.

You were cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around you.

"I missed you." you said softly.

Bakugo was quiet, he didn't say anything although it seemed like he was gonna say something. Suddenly, he wrapped both his arms around you and pulled your body towards his.

...

Everything was quiet and peaceful until he muttered something under his breath. You couldn't hear what he said but you weren't going to ask either, not wanting him to blow you up...

After some time you moved your head slightly and looked at his clock. (Great, it's 19:54..I wonder how long we will keep doing this for..)

Bakugo let out a loud sigh and moved closer to you, pressing his face against the side of your neck.

You suddenly thought of something..

(I hope he doesn't blow me up if I ask.)

It was completely silent except for Bakugos and yours breathing for a few minutes and then you got the courage to ask him..

"Bakugo..what are we?"

Silence.

...

He continued to hold you tightly against himself before he let out an annoyed groan.

"What the hell do you mean "What are we?!" It's obvious, we're friends, nothing more! God..why do you have to go and make things weird?!

(I thought this was already weird as it is.) "...right. Sorry."

"For fucks sake, I was obviously being sarcastic!! You moron.."

(Bakugo, being sarcastic about something like this?? Well..I guess there's a first for everything)

He was holding you even tighter to the point that it started to hurt slightly but you really didn't care.

"Then what are we??"

He moved his head from it's position against your neck and looked up at you.

He was staring in your eyes, looking annoyed. You could hear the annoyance in his voice as he spoke.

"Is this really what you want to be talking about?! Right fucking now?!"

"If we won't talk about it now then when?"

"What's there to talk about?! We are more than friends that's for sure...we're practically dating, alright??"

You were confused. When did you agree to this? "Um..I guess so.. Then do you want to date? Like..for real." Your tone was slightly awkward due to not expecting this..you weren't prepared.

Bakugo moved his head again to its original position against your neck.

"I'll be honest, I do have some shitty feelings for you but I don't think I can do all that lovey dovey romantic crap. I'm focusing on being a hero and if you want me to give you a chance then don't be like those damned girls. So fucking clingy and all that shit. I'm not doing any of that."

"I'm not the most romantic person either so you don't have to worry about that."

You hear him mutter "Nobody said I was fucking worrying about it..." and you chuckle.

"I guess..we are a thing now?" you asked, slightly unsure.

"Of fucking course we are."

(Why's he always swearing so much..) You asked yourself, lost in thought when suddenly you looked at the clock again.

(Crap.. it's 20:25)

"Bakugo..I have to go to my dorm. It's getting late and I don't want you to miss your 'beauty sleep'." You joked slightly but Bakugo didn't seem to like it.

He gritted his teeth and let go of you, turning away from you. "You're an idiot! Just go already." ... "Fucking extra.." He mumbled.

You got up and went to the door, opening it and then you heard Bakugo say quietly "Night."

"Good night to you too, grandpa."

Oh he's mad now. You know he doesn't like it when you or anyone makes fun of his sleep schedule but you just can't help yourself.

"Don't compare me to a grandpa you fucking moron!"

"Hey hey, be quiet you're gonna wake everyone. ..Night Baku."

He huffed, he hated that nickname.. He turned back over just as you left.

...it was quiet, just Bakugo and his thoughts. He hated it, he hated you. He hated how much he loved you but he couldn't help himself. You were so pretty, loyal, honest and strong in your own way. You make him crazy, don't you know that?

He turned over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He groaned and put his hands behind his head. He looked over at the clock, it was 20:32 as he closed his eyes and went off to sleep thinking of you.

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AAA THIS WAS MY FIRST SHORT STORY OR WHATEVER IT'S CALLED I HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT<3 (Sorry for bad grammar, if there is any. English isn't my first language)

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Explosive Surprise: Bakugou's Birthday Bash

Once upon a time in the bustling city of Musutafu, there lived a fiery hero-in-training named Bakugou Katsuki. Renowned for his explosive personality and unmatched quirk, Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. However, behind his tough exterior, there was one person who knew the softer side of Bakugou – his devoted partner, [Your Name]. [Your Name] had been dating Bakugou for quite some time now, and with his birthday fast approaching, they decided to plan a surprise party to celebrate the occasion. It was no small feat, considering Bakugou's aversion to anything he deemed "unnecessary" or "extravagant." But [Your Name] was determined to make this birthday one to remember. Gathering their closest friends from class 1-A, [Your Name] began the intricate planning process. They reserved a private venue, decorated it with Bakugou's favorite colors – red and black – and meticulously arranged every detail to perfection. However, keeping the surprise under wraps proved to be a challenge with Bakugou's keen senses.

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a little doodle of my favorite boy— the birthday boy 🩷

[saikoucorps]

KATSUKI BAKUGO

♱ KEY ┊FLUFF — 🥝 ANSGT — 🍇 SMUT — 🍋‍🟩

✘ FICS

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✘ HEADCANONS

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✘ THIRSTS

— 🥝 Eating dinner with him

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✘ SMAUS

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[typhea]

♡ ﹕TYPHEA THOUGHT ABOUT . . .

──﹐hate sex with bakugou [ minors do not interact ]

you’re in bed, showing him your back. katsuki is an annoying man, it wasn’t the first time you were mad at him. but that night he would just forget the argument, and hold you close to him. it was hot in the room, but he added his warm and heavy breath against your shoulder. he was now grinding his bulge against your ass, his big calloused hands on your tummy. “katsuki, get off me.” you said. “shut the f*ck up, i’m saying goodnight to your pussy.” he rudely spoke before sliding his hand in your panties and rubbing your wet clit. he chuckles, “you really said ‘get off me’ thinking i would let your pussy dripping wet? face down ass up, dont make me say it twice.” you wanted it as much as he did, but you were an angry girlfriend. you got on top of him, keeping an annoyed face. he looked confused and frustrated that you weren’t being obedient, he frowned. “what the heck?..” he loudly groaned as he felt you sitting on his cock, taking him deep. he placed his hands on your waist, gripping tightly. he was about to fuck his anger into you but you scratched his shoulder, leaving a light bruise. “tonight, u gonna stay still.” you whispered, before riding him. jumping on his cock, grinding your hips back and forth, putting your anger and frustration into your thrusts. he couldn’t hold his noises, groans, heavy breath and light gasps. you were using him to get off, it didn’t matter anymore how mad you were. you only closed your eyes, your moves were getting more desperate and messier. you came hard on his cock, whimpering loudly. “fucking slut, — .. don’t give me ..orders.” he hardly said under his shaky breath. he grabbed you tightly with all his strength, and thrusted into you hard and fast. you didn’t want to let him hear your moans, knowing it would help him get off, but you couldn’t help it. you were letting your best pornographic moans fill the room, as he filled you with his cum. and the night went this way, you used him, he used you, again and again.. and again.

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⠀༘⋆⠀~⠀detective!bakugou katsuki x AFAB!rookie cop!reader mini series

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✦⠀Quirkless au , aged up characters , modern setting, police setting, sfw (future nsfw perchance?) , fem reader, sorta based off "the rookie" , bakugou WILL be a jerk in the first few chapters but that's so canon of him so moving on..

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࿐ꔫ︰ 𐑂꒷꒦₊⠀◞⠀Synopsis

✧⠀In the bustling Musutafu police precinct, you’re a rookie cop fresh out of training, already in hot water after a rookie misstep nearly derails a high-stakes case. As punishment, you’re reassigned to the precinct’s most notorious detective, Katsuki Bakugou—a brilliant but abrasive investigator whose success rate is unmatched, only rivaled by his explosive temper. Working alongside Bakugou is no small feat, as his demanding standards and biting remarks make every shift a test of endurance and resolve.

Assigned to prove your worth to keep your precious badge, you navigate tense patrols, dangerous investigations, and moments of unexpected vulnerability that hint at a deeper connection beneath Bakugou’s rough exterior. When a crime syndicate’s threat looms larger than ever, the reluctant partnership turns into a battle of trust and bottled emotions. Heated clashes and fleeting moments of unguarded honesty blur the line between duty and desire, sparking a tension that neither of you can ignore. Can Bakugou’s ironclad defenses withstand the spark ignited between you, or will they crumble under the weight of what’s been simmering all along?

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Bakugou’s whole body shakes when he cums

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@kusatta liked ★ for a starter ( for katsuki ) !

"oh my gosh. . . is that the limited edition all might figure from his golden age?? what is it doing here?? i have to buy it-"

[doctorreid187]

"Horizon's Embrace"

Pairing: country!katsuki bakugo/ west coast!Reader

Reader Gender: your gender

pronouns-your/yourself

Requested: yep:3

The sun dipped low over the Pacific horizon, casting a warm glow over the sandy shores of the West Coast. I found myself on a spontaneous road trip along the scenic coastal highways, a free-spirited soul accustomed to the hustle and bustle of city life.

"Wow, this view is breathtaking," I murmured, my eyes wide as I took in the expanse of the ocean stretching out before me.

"Yeah, it's not bad," Katsuki replied, his voice low and gravelly. He stood a few steps away, leaning against his pick-up truck, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

Curiosity piqued, I decided to make a pit stop and explore the charms of the countryside. It was there that I encountered Katsuki, a rugged farmer with a stern demeanor and a heart of gold.

"Hey there, stranger. What brings you out this way?" Katsuki asked, his expression guarded but curious.

"Just passing through, thought I'd take a break from the city for a while," I replied with a smile, taking in the rustic charm of the small town.

As we chatted, I found myself drawn to Katsuki's raw intensity and the quiet strength that emanated from him. In turn, Katsuki found solace in my easygoing nature and the sense of adventure that seemed to follow me wherever I went.

"Would you like to see around the farm?" Katsuki offered, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

"I'd love to," I replied eagerly, my eyes lighting up with excitement.

As the days turned into weeks, I found myself spending more and more time at Katsuki's farm, immersing myself in the simple pleasures of country life.

"Thanks for showing me around today, Katsuki. I had a great time," I said with a grin as we stood on the porch of the farmhouse, the sun setting in a blaze of orange and gold.

"No problem. You're welcome back anytime," Katsuki replied, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Under the starlit skies of the countryside, far away from the noise and chaos of the city, Katsuki and I found refuge in each other's arms.

"You know, I think I could get used to this country life," I said softly, my head resting against Katsuki's chest as we watched the stars twinkle overhead.

"Yeah, me too," Katsuki murmured, his arms wrapped tightly around me, a sense of contentment settling over us both.

And as the waves continued to crash against the shores of the West Coast, and the fields swayed in the gentle breeze of the countryside, Katsuki and I knew that we had found something truly special—a love that transcended distance, defied expectations, and flourished against all odds.

[lovetreats]

matchmaking. bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

LOVETREATS .ᐟ navi. bnha m.list.

synopsis .ᐟ you and your twins finally moved to the condo mina helped you get—with a surprise little twist finding his way to your doorstep.

content .ᐟ fluffy, fluff. kids. fraternal twins, single mother!reader, older!reader, pro-hero!bakugou katsuki, ooc bakugou katsuki, flirty bakugou katsuki, reader is 33, bakugou is 27, extrenely self-indulgent hehe

word count .ᐟ 2.7k+

chapters .ᐟ one | two | three

tag list .ᐟ open! ask and you shall receive ^^

"This is all ours!?" Harumi shouts in awe. You chuckle and smile softly, dragging your suitcase while walking towards the entrance of the building. You pause for a moment to take in the sight of the building, continuing your walk, when Haruki lightly pulls at the sleeve of your blouse. You give him a smile, and he returns it with a toothy grin.

"No, honey, we own a condo, not the whole building." You giggle when you see her puff out her chest and cross her arms.

"Cooooool," Haruki says. The boy hasn't stopped looking at the tall building since your arrival. "Auntie Mina helped us get this, right?"

You nod at Haruki before reaching out to open the huge doors to enter when they open by themselves. You closed your eyes to relieve yourself from that moment of embarrassment. You brought your attention back to your kids; seeing them all giddy and excited made you giddy and excited. Mina helped you get a condo at one of the most expensive buildings in Musutafu with her connections. You wanted to move away from the small apartment that you and your twins lived in because you felt that it was starting to get even smaller because of your growing children.

And, well, because you wanted to get away from your ex-fiance. The bastard that you wasted five years of your life on. You were 22 when the two of you dated, and you were 27 when he got you pregnant, and, well, you left him. You were supposed to marry him because he proposed to you the day after he knew you were pregnant. But you noticed something. . . off about him that day. His smile seemed hesitant, his shoulders were tense, and his speech felt awkward—nothing seemed right.

Well, you were right.

You caught him cheating on you just two weeks after your engagement. It felt like you were in a TV show with the way everything turned out. You decided to surprise him one afternoon. He knew that you were out with Mina until the evening, but you decided to call it a day and return home because you missed him. You felt some sort of weird tension with him ever since you accepted his proposal, so you wanted to come home to surprise him with some of his favorite sweets.

. . . Oh boy.

You went home, smiling to yourself, excited even. Then you saw the heels. They weren't your size. You froze, your smile completely wiped off your face. It was so quiet, so, so quiet, that all you could hear was your heart hammering in your chest. Then, you heard someone laugh. It was a woman. You slowly tip-toed your way to your shared bedroom, feeling so anxious that you could almost vomit from the terrible and overwhelming feeling.

You realized something. The time when he was hesitant with his proposal to you. You understand why now. It was because he had had another woman all along. For how long? You don't know, and you would really, really rather not know, lest you commit murder.

You heard her laugh again.

Oh, now you just feel angry.

How could he do this? How could he be with another woman when you were pregnant with his child? How could he do this when he was engaged to you? How could he even stomach the fact that he's doing this behind your back? How could he—how could he—HOW COULD HE—

SLAM!

You slamming the door open was enough to even shock the other residents in the building. A shrill shriek, a loud gasp, and then, quiet. You stood there, and the expression on your face was the epitome of rage. Your fiance and a woman are both naked and on your shared fucking bed. You were sure that if you hadn't thought about the child that was in your womb, you would've done something very, very illegal.

"Get the fuck out of this apartment, both of you."

"Wha—baby, no!"

"Get. Out."

The woman immediately took her clothes and bag and scurried along, not even taking a moment to put them on. The pathetic excuse of a man now standing in front of you with his arms up like you were a damn police officer. He was about to speak before you cut him off. "Zip it, you piece of shit. Don't even try to fucking save yourself."

"But—"

"Pack your shit and get the fuck outta here."

"This is where I live too—"

"Well, who pays the motherfucking rent? Oh, that's right, I FUCKIN' DO!"

You were oh so very close to exploding at this point. Your now ex-fiance still tried reasoning with you, but all you did was scrunch up your face in disgust as you walked out of the room and called Mina on your phone. The sweets you got for him are long forgotten.

At the time, you went to Mina's place for a while, waiting for your ex-fiance to pack his stuff and leave the apartment. While you were at Mina's, that's where you let out every emotion possible. You punched her pillows, you ate to your heart's content, and you poured your heart out to Mina. You were angry because now, you feel like you wasted five years of your life on some jackass who was probably cheating on you for months now. But you were also sad because everything made sense. He probably didn't want to marry you in the first place, and he was going to call it quits with you, but then you were pregnant. You were pregnant, and he proposed. Not that you blame yourself, it's just. . . sad.

You were okay with not having him in your lives, and you knew you were more than capable of raising a kid, or kids, alone. You were just. . . upset that one day they're going to go to you and ask you where he is because they're going to see families with two parents. They're going to wonder, 'Why don't we have two parents?' and you're going to have to explain to them what happened.

Haruki and Harumi asked you about him when they were six. You explained to them that their dad was with someone else, and you explained to them the concept of cheating by:

"Well, in certain relationships, there's only two people, right? So, with that in mind, that means both people know it should just be the two of them. They trust each other. When one of them gets with another person behind their back, that's breaking the trust and hurting them. Trust is like a piece of paper, loves; if you crumple it up and try to smooth it out back to the way it was, it won't be the same ever again. That's why. . . that's why Mama isn't with your father anymore, because he lost my trust and hurt me."

They handled it well enough, although you would notice their furrowed brows and pouts whenever someone asked them if they had a dad or another mom. You asked them about it, and they told you it wasn't because they didn't have another parent, but because they remembered your words and got frustrated. Your kids may be troublemakers, but they're smart.

Too smart sometimes. Whenever they felt like something was going on between you and another person, they'd play cupid! They're not even trying to hide it, either.

"Mama, what do you think about Mr. Dynamight?" Harumi asks, her eyes sparkling as a grin forms on her face.

"You two are still in trouble for that."

"Mama likes Mr. Dynamight!" Haruki giggles and starts running away from you with his sister—

Oof!

"MY BABIES!"

"AUNTIE MINA!"

Ashido Mina is your pink and cheerful cousin. You smile softly and walk towards her, immediately opening your arms and hugging the pink-haired woman. Mina giggles and wraps her arms around you, whispering, 'Welcome home'.

"YOU ALREADY MET BAKUGOU!?" Mina shouts in disbelief, she even jumped when you told her about your encounter with the spiky-haired hero.

"Not too loud. . !" you whisper. . . screamed? "Wait—what do you mean by 'already'?"

"Well. . ."

Knock, knock.

You sigh frustratedly, pinching the bridge of your nose with your eyes closed before you open the door to... greet whoever it is. "It's only our first day and we already have a neighbor complaining about noises—"

. . . Oh.

Oh my.

It's him again. Number 2 Pro-Hero Dynamight. But he wasn't wearing his usual attire when he was on the job. He's wearing a black tank top with gray sweatpants, his arms crossed together, and when you focus on his face, the crease between his brows slowly fades.

"Well, didn't expect t'see ya already," he says with a teasing tone in his voice, grinning from ear to ear. You couldn't say anything, too stunned as your brain tried to comprehend that you were going to be neighbors with the Dynamight, the man who doesn't know a single thing about you, other than the fact that you're the mother of two troublemakers trying to play cupid—and yet, the way he held you was so gentle. The warmth you felt from him was so inviting. . .

You felt hands grip your shoulders, pulling you away from the entrance. "Bakugou! Dude! Too close!" Mina chastises him, waving her index finger as if scolding a child.

He furrows his brows, a scowl on his face, "Hah?"

"She's my cousin? And I'm literally right here?."

"So?"

"What do you mean 'so'—"

You stand in between them, laughing awkwardly as you pull Mina away from him bit by bit. "Did you need anything, Dynamight?" you ask, forcing a smile as you struggle to pull Mina further away from the man. She keeps on muttering incoherently. . .

"Call me Katsuki. Was about ta deal with whoever was makin' a ruckus."

"P-Pardon?"

He smirks, "Yer an exception."

"DYNAMIGHT!" Oh dear. Your twins heard everything, left their homework, and now they're off running towards Bakugou. They immediately tackle him with no hesitation, giggling all the way. He catches them with ease, one twin on one arm. "He's our neighbor!?" Harumi squeals in delight, hugging her stuffed toy and wiggling around. "That means—"

"You two should be working on your homework!"

"We couldn't focus from all the shooouuting!"

Bakugou snorts, putting both of the kids back down on the floor. Haruki went on to Mina, while Harumi stayed and hugged Bakugou's leg. He chuckles, ruffling her hair. "Means what, Harumi?"

"Hm?"

"You were gonna say somethin', yeah?"

Harumi thinks long and hard before her face brightens for remembering. "That means you and mama can be together more often!"

They still weren't letting up about you and Bakugou getting together. For some reason, well it's not really a hard guess but, they still kept going on and on about you and Bakugou ending up together. It's been about three weeks since you last saw each other, you couldn't exactly stay in touch since he was immediately summoned for an important meeting. In those three weeks, your kids, whenever you were around, would LOUDLY sigh and talk about how perfect Bakugou would be as your husband.

They kept mentioning 'husband', but not 'dad'.

Hmm. . .

"Oi," he flicks your forehead and you flinch in response, swatting his hand away.

"What're ya thinkin' about, hmm?"

"Nothing you should be worried about."

He stays quiet, taking note of you crossing your arms and avoiding eye contact with him. He rubs the nape of his neck, staring down at the floor as he tries to form a coherent sentence. "Am I crossin' some. . . boundaries, or somethin'? Do I make ya feel uncomfortable?" He almost mumbles when he asks this question. Probably because Mina was still around, although out of earshot. Probably because he didn't wanna fuck up his chances of getting to know you better and, possibly, make the twins' request come true.

"No—no. . . I don't know, you scare me."

"I scare you?"

"Because my kids really, really want to set you up with me, but not to have a dad—I think anyway. They keep mentioning how you'd be the perfect husband for me, but they've never mentioned you being a dad for them. Maybe I'm just overthinking things. . . But also, you're so. . . so—!"

"So 'what'?"

"You're so damn flirty it makes me feel like a teenager having a massive crush. It's so stupid! You're probably just being nice to me anyway—"

"I'd 'ppreciate it if ya wouldn't assume that I was bullshitting when I was flirtin' with ya. You're gorgeous, mama. So what if I do wanna take up Harumi and Haruki's request of spendin' more time with ya?"

You raise a brow. "You still. . . want to?"

"'Course I do." He scoffs.

"You barely know me—"

"That's why I said 'spendin' more time with ya'."

You tilt your head, wondering why he's so adamant about getting to know you. Out of every woman out there, he's choosing to spend time with you. You're flattered, but suspicious. You squint your eyes at him as if it would help with deciphering some secret code hidden within him. Grasping at straws and all, but if it means you're safe from being fucked over, then it's better than doing nothing.

Bakugou stays quiet, wracking his head for anything to help reassure you that he wasn't here to mess around. No words come to his aid. You're a mama of twins; he knows that much. Something probably happened between you and your last partner. . .

"Uh, excuse me? Pizza order for Miss Ashido Mina?"

You snap out of your thoughts, pushing past Bakugou to thank the delivery man and grab the two boxes of pizza Mina had ordered for the night. You usher Bakugou inside to properly close the door, convincing him to stay for dinner (although it wasn't really that hard to do). Your twins shout "Yay!" in unison, running to the table. Bakugou grabs the boxes from your hands without even looking at you. You huff and just decide to go get plates and glasses.

You get five plates and put them down, opening a cabinet to take out five glasses. Mina takes the plates and looks at you for a moment. You turn around, tilting your head, when you see her staring at you with an undiscernible look on her face. You make a gesture while holding two glasses. She smiled, but it was small. Her brows were slightly slanted, worryingly. You were about to ask her what was wrong, but she turned around and went to the table without waiting for you to talk. You furrow your brows, your lips pursed, as you fill each glass with water.

"Thank you so much, Auntie Mina! Goodnight! Goodnight Dynamight!"

Mina hugs the twins with all her might and kisses both of their heads again and again. Bakugou ruffles their hair in response, a small smile on his face.

Mina walks towards you and gives you a gentle hug.

"Don't be too scared, yeah?" Mina kisses your cheek.

"Huh?"

"He's okay," she winks at you, blows the twins a kiss goodbye, and pats Bakugou's shoulder before opening the door and leaving the condo.

Now, it's just the four of you. You can see your kids trying to hold on to their laughter and excitement at seeing the two of you. You looked at them and opened your mouth to tell them to go to bed before they cut you off from even saying one word.

"We'll go to our room now, bye!"

They ran for the stairs; their giggling and little stomps filled the air before it all went quiet again.

". . . I should go," Bakugou mumbles, his hand on the nape of his neck again. It was probably his thing whenever he felt awkward. He turned around and walked toward the door.

"Thanks for the pizza—"

"Are you free tomorrow? Night. Tomorrow night, I mean. . ."

He froze for a moment, turning back to face you again. You couldn't look at him, too flustered to even meet his gaze, focusing instead on the wonderful design of your flooring—

"You takin' me out, princess?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling a wave of nervousness consume you. "Forget I asked," you say, letting out an awkward, breathy chuckle.

"I'm free by 8pm."

". . . The kids are sleeping over at Mina's; it's their monthly sleepover thing, so. . . do you wanna come over? By that time?"

Bakugou smiles at you. You don't think you'd ever get used to seeing him look so soft and gentle.

"See you then, mama."

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