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bodyguard! katsuki, who stares daggers at anyone who looks at you the wrong way. whose been breaking hearts a long time, toying with girls before finally taking on this job. who, suddenly, doesn’t have the time to go on dates or even to talk to other people, and who says its because of his job.
bodyguard! katsuki, who is unsurprisingly amazing at his job. nothing gets past him. he’s focused on ensuring your safety at all times, without question. and he insists that includes staying by your side for most of your day.
bodyguard! katsuki, who you make sure accompanies you when you go out at night. who has an iron grip on your drink and waits outside the washroom for you. who downs a shot of vodka before dealing with whatever creeps try to come onto you. who isn’t afraid to rough around and swing at someone if they don’t comply. some might say he’s “gone too far this time.” but who can blame him?
bodyguard! katsuki, is also respectful. who will stand in front of you while you adjust your top. who will put one firm hand on your waist, ushering you into the car while holding the door open for you. who very calmly adjusts his cufflinks after barking at some guy for trying to take photos of you. who makes you lose your mind with how sexy he looks angry.
bodyguard! katsuki, who you slowly learn more and more about. who at first protects you because its his job, but learns to do it because he wants to protect you. who watches over you with a smile on his face, proud, watching you in the spotlight where you belong. who learns he doesn’t always need to be the hero and save you- sometimes, you just need someone to talk to.
bodyguard! katsuki, who sometimes can be insane with how protective he is, but he’s yours. who’s love can be poison ivy or daisy, depending on his mood. who grips your hand a little tighter when he’s walking through the streets with you. who, for you, would do anything. who’d fall from grace and walk into hell to keep a smile on your face. who is a good bodyguard because its him, and because its for you.
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f! reader for nsfw
bodyguard! katsuki, who first spends the night with you when you’re drunk. who doesn’t even think about touching you, because he knows how wrong it would be. who gently tucks you into bed, removes your makeup and shoes for you and sleeps on the couch. who leaves a glass of water and painkillers for you in the morning.
bodyguard! katsuki, who you suddenly want in your home more and more. who you have so much tension with you could cut through it with a knife. who it slowly builds up with: shoulders brushing together, taking unbuttoning his shirt because its hot, watching you take your hair down, his arms moving to your waist.
bodyguard! katsuki, who finally snaps when you tell him you want him. who doesn’t waist a second, throwing you over his shoulder and onto the bed. whose muscles you can see through the white fabric. whose cock you can already see straining against his slacks.
bodyguard! katsuki, who you have to remind you aren’t made of glass. who, after some encouragement, rips your clothes off and bites down on your breast, the pleasure melting with the pain. you’re sure he’ll leave a mark, and you love it.
bodyguard! katsuki, who has a thing about leaving marks- bites, bruises, hickeys- he makes sure every part of your skin has been under his touch. who grips thighs so hard when he’s going down on you, leaving angry red hand prints while his tongue swirls around your clit. who doesn’t stop until your screaming.
bodyguard! katsuki, who knows he’s breaking many, many rules by doing this, but forgets about it the moment his cock slides into you. who fits in you perfectly, stretching you out so good you could cum right then and there. who waits until your comfortable before beginning to thrust.
bodyguard! katsuki, who groans words of encouragement into your ear. “you take me so well, yeah? fuck, you feel so good.” who can’t help but try a little harder when he thinks about all the people who will see you the next day. who knows you’re famous during the day, but wants you to be his tonight.
bodyguard! katsuki, who lasts for hours. who doesn’t stop until you can’t speak, until you’re absolutely stuffed to the brim with him alone. who can’t help but take one of your nipples in his mouth while he’s fucking you, wanting every part of your to mend with him, red eyes watching your hips arch and your head throw back into the pillows.
bodyguard! katsuki, who gets your permission first before cumming in you. who makes a mental note to get you plan b in the morning, but who first can only focus on the sensation of filling you up. who groans and curses when he feels you clench around him, taking every last bit of him in. who takes a few minutes before pulling out. who uses his fingers to make sure it stays inside of you.
bodyguard! katsuki, who places a kiss on your forehead before getting you some water and a warm cloth. who tends to all your bruises after, though you tell him you’re okay. who is just as confused as you are as to what this means, but you who isn’t too concerned about it. who makes sure you want to spend the night with him first, before falling asleep after placing a kiss to your shoulder. who’s there when you wake up, holding you. who knows he’s got you for as long as you’ll have him.
bodyguard! katsuki, who laughs to himself in the background of an interview when fans ask if you were attacked by some wild animal.
@crushmeeren 🫧🫧
inspired by dont blame me 🤍
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Seems like an opportune time to shout out:
Climbing The Rigging And Counting Bloody Dreams (Never Quite There) by @otaku6337
i think if someone was trapped in a timeloop for long enough they would start to fear getting out of it. how long would the initial agony last before it fades into the repetition of your regular life? the comfort of always knowing what would happen next. it's never-ending but always familiar. would the thought of experiencing something new be too much to bear?
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SLIDE
(various mha boys reacting to their s/o doing the *usher slide)
↳ denki kaminari x reader, eijirou kirishima x reader, hanta sero x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, katsuki bakugou x reader
a/n: this came to me while I was folding my laundry. also, holy woah, a multi-character work!!!
DENKI KAMINARI
he’s mad that you did it before he could.
when he saw usher was trending, and his fyp started to fill with videos of friends/couples doing this to each other, he knew— he had to do this.
unfortunately, he forgot about it; he only remembered his plan after you surprised him.
the day he decides to get you back, he miscalculates when to slide and accidentally takes you down.
“BABE, I’M SO SORRY! SPEAK TO ME!!”
EIJIRŌ KIRISHIMA
panics for a millisecond when you head to the floor— thinking you had tripped— but when he sees you hold onto his legs with such passion (his words) and start to sing, he just... stands there.
you look up when you don’t hear a significant answer. to your shock, there’s tears in his eyes! when you frantically asked him what’s wrong, eijirou clenched his fist before saying,
“...that’s such a manly way to greet your boyfriend!”
HANTA SERO
he catches onto your plan the second before your knees hit the ground.
he starts cracking up when he hears you humming the tune of “there goes my baby.”
sero finds it hilarious... if you do this in the privacy of your home. in PUBLIC, HOWEVER—
sero’s boisterous laughter is instead flustered giggling as he tries to pry you off the floor.
“...babe, babe– there’s people staring; get up.”
IZUKU MIDORIYA
beyond confused as he almost topples over.
like kirishima, he thought you tripped for a second and instinctively reached out to grab you.
has never seen/heard of the meme, which leaves you feeling a bit embarrassed.
“usher? the american singer? what does he have to do with...? WAIT, DON’T GO! EXPLAIN IT TO ME—!”
KATSUKI BAKUGŌ
he nearly kicks you when he feels you grab him by the legs (training instinct).
at first, he thinks you’re trying to pull a wrestling move on him. but, when he hears you humming, he’s just confused.
yells at you as he tries to pry you off his legs.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! GET OFF ME!!”
*the “usher slide,” for those who might not know:
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katsuki is back in town, and he already regrets coming home for christmas this year.
now he’s standing in front of your house, holding a box of chocolates he thought you’d like. the kind you used to crave after long days together. he doesn’t even know if you still like them, if you even still think about those things he remembers so well. three years have passed, and yet here he is, feeling like a fool for every step that brought him to this moment.
he rubs the bridge of his nose, trying to push down the nerves. why is this so hard? what if he’s changed too much, and you don’t recognize anything familiar in him? or worse—what if you’ve changed, and he’s holding on to someone who doesn’t exist anymore?
he’d thought it ended on a good note. that’s what he told himself all those years ago. so why is he so afraid to see you now? why does it matter so much?
fuck it, he raises his hand, giving a quick knock on the door before he can talk himself out of it. but before he finishes, he hears movement from inside, and the door opens, catching him off guard.
“oh, fuck, you scared—”
it’s you. the words die in your throat, and for a moment, the world seems to stop. even the snowflakes look suspended in mid-air as you stare at each other. he opens his mouth, but only manages, “uh—hey, I, uh… sorry.”
your expression is unreadable. he used to know every glance, every little movement, every sigh. now, you’re a stranger, and it terrifies him. why can’t he read you anymore?
“katsuki, hey—” you finally say, and he hears that voice he’s kept buried in the back of his mind, replayed on endless, restless nights. he feels an urge to reach out, just to touch you, as if that would bring back something of the past.
“i—it’s been so long, katsuki.”
“babe, who’s there?” a voice calls from inside, and he freezes again, the world suddenly colder.
“it’s just—it’s a friend! this’ll just take a minute,” you say, glancing over your shoulder, almost apologetically.
a friend. the word stings, cutting deeper than he expected. he looks down, shaking his head, and forces a small, wry smile. “sorry for interrupting. i just-was gonna give you this anyway, so—”
“no, no, you can—i mean, if you want to— you say, trailing off, eyes uncertain.
he swallows the ache in his throat. he’d known this was a bad idea. but still, some part of him had hoped, against all sense, that you might feel something too, that maybe you were still who he remembered.
“nah. m' fine. just take it.”
you reach out slowly, your fingers brushing his as you take the box from him. “thank you, katsuki.”
“t’s nothin’. should get goin—”
“how—how have you been, katsuki?”
he stops, the question hitting him harder than he thought it would. he feels the world hold its breath again.
“great.”
“why did you come back, katsuki? you never—” you hesitate, your words hanging in the air. “i’m sorry, that was—i shouldn’t have asked.”
he shoves his hands into his pockets, rocks back on his heels, the words he wants to say caught somewhere deep in his chest, tangled and painful. he wants to tell you about every night he lay awake, thinking of this exact moment, of how he’d imagined you waiting for him, of how he’d never truly let you go.
“somethin's always bringin' me back to ya, i guess.”
you blink, your face shifting, as if something in his words struck a place you’d tried to keep buried. your expression softens, and he feels something in you shift, something he hasn’t seen in years. he gestures back towards your door, a small nod.
“go inside. he’s waitin’ for ya.”
but you don’t move. you just stand there, looking at him, your expression a mix of things he can’t quite read. it’s like you’re searching for the boy you knew, and instead, seeing a man who’s weathered years without you. he wonders if you’re feeling what he’s feeling now—a kind of regret that lingers, that quietly seeps into the cracks left by time.
“gotta go,” he murmurs, the words tasting hollow as he says them. “i’ll—see ya around.”
he turns to go, but you speak up, voice catching in your throat. “wait. just—katsuki, look—”
he stops, his back to you, the words sinking into the silence between you. for a moment, he stands there, torn between staying and leaving, between the past and the present.
slowly, he turns, his eyes meeting yours, and in that gaze, everything he’s ever wanted to say seems to spill over.
“i—” katsuki starts, his voice shaking ever so slightly, like he's struggling against a tide of emotions that’s threatening to drown him. he looks at you, the words weighing heavy on his tongue. “i don’t know what i thought would happen.”
there’s a vulnerability there, one you haven’t seen in years, one you didn’t even know he still carried. it hits you harder than you expected. and suddenly, it’s like the air between you two is charged with everything you’ve been holding back—everything that’s been buried deep inside for so long.
you swallow hard, but you can’t bring yourself to say anything. not because you don’t want to—because you don’t know how. nothing feels right anymore.
“you didn’t have to come back,” you whisper, but the words sound like they’ve been stripped of meaning, like they were meant to be something else, something you can’t quite reach.
“i know.” he shakes his head, frustration tightening his jaw. “but i did anyway.”
the silence that falls between you both is heavier than any words could be. it’s thick, pressing down on both of you, pulling at all the things you wish you could say, all the things you should’ve said. there’s so much left undone, so much left unsaid, and it’s suffocating.
you look at him, searching his face, trying to see the person you used to know—the one you loved, the one you lost. but instead, all you see is a stranger. a person who’s still a part of you, but someone you can’t reach anymore.
“i—” he stops himself, his hand clenched by his side, like he’s holding back everything he’s feeling. he looks at you one last time, like he’s trying to find something that will make this easier, something that will make it all right again. but it’s too late for that. It’s been too long.
“take care of yourself, yeah?” he mutters, his voice almost a ghost of what it used to be—small, broken, like the words are falling apart before they reach you.
you can feel the emptiness of it. “yeah. you too.”
it’s all that’s left to say. there’s nothing more. you both know it, but neither of you wants to let it go, even though it’s already slipping through your fingers.
katsuki turns away, his steps slow, deliberate, like he’s dragging the weight of every unspoken word behind him. the snow falls harder now, swallowing his footprints, erasing him as if he were never here at all.
but the ache stays. it’s in the pit of your stomach, twisting with every breath. the world moves on, but this—this moment—will never leave you.
you stand there for a long time, watching him fade into the distance, knowing that this is the last time. the last time you’ll see him like this. the last time you’ll ever have a chance to say all the things you wish you could.
and just as he disappears into the snowfall, your chest tightens, your breath catching in your throat. you want to scream, you want to run after him, but you know it’s pointless. the distance between you is too great now. it always has been.
but before he’s completely gone, you see him look back one last time. just a flicker. just a moment. and you wonder, for the briefest of seconds, if maybe—just maybe—he feels it too.
then he’s gone.
and all that’s left is the quiet. the snow. the space between you both, filling up with everything that will never be.
#—bkg#boku no hero academia#bakugou katsuki#katsuki bakugou#bnha fanfiction#bakugou x reader#bakugou angst#mha angst#bnha angst#nylu has written
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Chapter 12, the FINAL chapter of “bread & circuses”, Book 1 of my BKDK Hunger Games AU, is HERE!
Thank you all for the love you’ve shown to this story! More will be coming very soon!
You’ll be happy to know that Book 2 is already completely finished, and chapter 1 will drop December 1st! ❇️ There will be weekly chapter drops every Sunday! ✴️
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Ayyyy, te juro que fue con toda la intención~~🙈🙈🤣🤭🤭
Imagine Y/N having a Quirk that visually lets you know when someone is going to die and who or what is going to cause it.
For example, if a person is going to be stabbed in their abdomen, that part of the body is going to glow. You would be able to see the object glow too if it's within reach. And the hands of the person who does it are going to glow too if they are close.
Of course nobody can see that but you. For a couple of minutes, when your Quirk activates, you see everything in black and white, except for that part of the body that's going to get injured glowing a deep red.
You can't control when to activate or not your Quirk. It's not a very helpful one for being a hero, so you didn't pursue that career. You even hated your own Quirk sometimes, because no matter how much you tried to warn people, once the glow appears, there's nothing anybody could do to avoid it happening. Even when you were younger nobody believed you and treated you like a freak. So you simply decided to try and reject your own power, focusing your mind in closing itself whenever the Quirk activated itself.
You have lived a pretty normal life. A stable job, a mundane routine and normal friends.
Until Bakugou Katsuki appeared in your life.
Falling in love with a pro hero was definitely not in your plans. Yet it happened.
That man made you feel things you have never felt for anyone. He made you question lots of things, he made you think. He definitely made you a better person, and the sentiment was mutual. He swept you out of that boring life and brought so much fire and passion and learning and love.
Bakugou Katsuki had been a wave that sank you into his love.
He made you even forget about your curse of a Quirk. In fact, when you first met him, you introduced yourself as Quirkless –a bad habit you had developed throughout the years due to the complexity of explaining what you actually could do.
So, after a two-year relationship with Katsuki, imagine your surprise when you wake up one fine and cozy Sunday morning; walk towards the kitchen following the delicious smell of cooking that you know your boyfriend is making; the second your foot touches the floor of the room, everything turns black and white.
A gasp gets stuck in your throat, due to the strength in which your own Quirk activated. Katsuki then turns around and smiles that perfect crooked smile that makes your knees weak for him even in black and white, "Morning, firefly," he winks at you, "I was just abou' to take this to bed. Fancy a breakfast in bed with me?" He flirts as he is preparing the tray he's going to carry to the bedroom.
But where everything is black and white, right in the area where his heart beats beautifully against his ribcage is glowing red. And awful deep red that makes you want to vomit in sadness, in frustration, in anger.
"Love?"
You hear the worried tone in his voice once his eyes go back at your person. Your eyes fill with tears, making the image of him blurry, and you can feel your whole body trembling.
And when you look down, you find your own hands glowing red too.
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so do i look like him?
after katsuki’s death, the only thing your parents can see in you is him
when you used to imagine giving a speech about your younger brother, you have imagined it everywhere but here.
maybe a wedding
at an award show
anywhere but here.
“i remember when katsuki first got his quirk, we all knew he was destined for greatness… but he was ripped away from us to soon.” you say lip quivering.
“he will never be able to live out his dream. or live out the life that had so many great things ahead of him. ripped from the arms of his loved ones, from his greatness, from his determination.” voice breaking, tears falling down your face.
“tomura shigaraki, i promise that if i ever find you, you will be ripped from the hearts of the people motivated by you, just as you did my brother” you say staring straight into the broadcasting camera, which was showing your brothers funeral all across the world.
since he was a nation wide hero. but he never got to be the hero he wanted to be, rich, famous, doing what he loved.
for he was famous. this just wasn’t how anyone imaged it.
was this all he was going to be to the world? a dead kid, who had a dream of being a hero and died on his way there in a war he had no place fighting in?
is that kid the only thing your parents will ever be able to see in you?
being the eldest was great, until katsuki was gone.
incident one
you where all sitting around the dinning table. katsuki’s spot next to your empty. nothing but his lingering smell of caramel, which was fading, and quickly. it was quite. you just wanted to eat, and go to sleep.
you pick up your fork and go to put the food into your mouth, clamping your mouth around the fork and unbeknownst to you, the scratching food.
you groan, grimace and catch your parents eyes. they’re both staring at you. like you did something wrong. you can see the tears welling in their eyes. your mom slams her fork down and gets up from the table
“excuse me” she says in a hushed tone. you didn’t know what happened. you looked to your dad for an answer.
“you just looked a lot like him right then” you dad almost whispers to you.
incident two
you missed katsuki a lot.
his grunts
his anger
his determination
his want
his excellency.
you and everyone in your house avoided his room like the plague. scared that if it was changed even a little bit, something would happen.
but you just couldn’t take not even smelling his scent around the house anymore. you went into his room one day.
16 years of coming into his room, annoying him, crying to him, watching movies with him. had come to end. you sat on the floor, sat in his bed, sat at his desk and you made your way to his closet. that’s where it smelt the most of him. aside from his bed, but even that was fading.
all you wanted to do was cry. there was no way he was coming back, you know that. right?
you continue to go into his spaces. just hoping your going to find your younger brother there. watch him study maybe, even hope you would be able to hear him yell at you to “get the f out of my room”.
but you would never get to have that’s again.
this time it was your dad.
you had said something that you picked up from katsuki and your dad froze where he stood.
you could tell he had been cracking his shell he made when katsuki died. push everything down to hold the family together. so he needed to get away. he stopped what he was doing and went to he and your mothers room.
“you just looked a lot like him, with that look on your face, saying that.” your mother quivered out to you. sobbing and choking at the end of her sentence.
incident three
you had been falling back into a place that katsuki an you both worked so hard to get you out of mentally.
you where drinking again
back on drugs
it started slow. just how it always did.
you had been clean for nearly 2 years. you obviously didn’t need your younger brother to keep you a normal ass person, who wasn’t drinking all the time, sleeping all the time, back on drugs.
bakugo katsuki, your younger brother, your best friend. was one of the only things that kept you on the earth.
but now, it was your parents. not because you where happy all the time with them as you where with katsuki.
but having to bury both of their children? you couldn’t do that to them.
so you began getting sober again. the drugs stopped and the drinking stopped, you had been reminded that katsuki helped you out of that dark, dark place and if he saw you just fall right back into it as soon as he’s gone, he would be disappointed.
it was hard, because it wand ike he was gone on a trip. he was gone, for good.
this time, it was both of them. both of your parents.
you grabbed any random hoodie one day, not even realizing it was your brothers. you came down the stairs and your parents where right in the view of the stairs, and stopped when you came down.
you then realized.
you wouldnt ever be your own person now. atleast not to your parents.
you understood, their child was gone. and you reminded them of him. and that’s … hard.
not only for them but also for yourself.
this is the first time you started to catch on
“do i look like him?”
both of your parents nodded quickly, tears filling their eyes and they both walked away very quickly.
of course you went to go change.
but that’s when you realized,
his scent wasn’t on the hoodie anymore
the more that you thought about it. his scent wasn’t anywhere around the house anymore, aside for his room, which was fading.
incident four
you where going through an old photo album, you all missed katsuki in with all of your hearts.
there where a bunch of pictures of katsuki but it started getting easier to look at them. easier to, accept.
but there was this one problem, this one picture. that had your mother sobbing, your dad with tears streaming down your face and you, your face plastered with an a thousand yard stare. your mouth fell open, you wanted to say something.
anything, but you couldn’t. it felt like your vocal cords had been ripped out, your throat was burning. your eyes where being filled with tears. you closed the picture book slowly.
you don’t remember much after that.
all you feel right now is the pain in the balls of your feet from the heels your wearing, continusally having to pull your to short and to tight dress down and the feeling of your back side grinding up against a man that you meet at the bar merely a half hour ago.
“wanna get out of here ma?” the man who you didn’t even know who’s name.
next morning
you woke up next to this man, who you still didn’t know the name of.
these type of nights continued on for weeks.
you didn’t see your parents much, you where staying with your friends more and more and they are worried about you. they are always supportive, they understand what your going through. but they are worried.
and they had every reason to. especially tonight.
when you didn’t come home, after you sobbed in mina’s arms are the first time. saying you wished it was you who was gone and not your brother. she was first your brothers friend, but she ended up being yours as well.
you missed him, so so much. and you didn’t know how to handle it.
you had taken care of him for his whole life. being the eldest was hard. it was always hard. it was so much harder when the one thing keeping you going was now gone.
you could see it in your parents eyes. the only thing in their eyes was sadness. so the only you could ask yourself now was
“do i look like him?”
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I need this fic please...
I had a thought. And it made me giggle. What if Bakugou Mitsuki kept getting mistaken for Katsuki by the media after he went pro?
Like just imagine:
Mitsuki: *minding her own business, shopping for groceries.* She looks up after putting the can back on the shelf and catches the eye of a lady with a microphone heading her way. She freezes as the lady approaches. She was shocked. She figured this would happen when Katsuki became a Pro Hero, but certainly didn't expect it to be now. She'd even gone over what she would say about Katsuki's childhood with Masaru, so she wouldn't get nervous and start cussing them out.
She started fidgeting with her hair and blouse, getting all the wrinkles out as microphone lady and her camera man approached. She sucked in a breathe of air as they got close enough.
"DynaMight-san, what are your thoughts on hero Shoto changing his last name to Toshinori and Endeavor disowning his son in return?"
Idk what her reaction would be. Maybe flabbergasted? But I feel like she would be like "The fuck?!?! I'm his mother!", which they wouldn't believe and then later on the evening news:
Katsuki: *Watching the evening news after getting off of work* He turns on the TV as he starts relaxing after a long day at work. Man his shoulders were killing him. He gets a glass of water and eases back on the couch. As he's drinking his water:
"BREAKING NEWS: DynaMight is a girl?!"
Katsuki does a spit take and starts choking on his water. Coughing like he's lost a lung, screaming "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"
There on the screen is his mother, screaming in a similar fashion. A news anchor voices over the video:
"Earlier this evening DynaMight-san was seen shopping for his groceries. When asked his opinion on hero Shoto's quarrel with his father, a rather personal detail was found out abou-"
I just want the media, citizens, and heroes to be totally confused cause I find that hilarious 🤣 and the only ones who know (All Might, Aizawa, and Izuku) don't say anything because they find it funny and just play along.
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i fear this was drawn for my fanfic. So it’s basically Vigilante Izuku, Teacher Izuku and Izuku with One for All. I honestly kinda hate this drawing cause it was like a 1 hour concept art, but ppl on TikTok loved it 🧎🏻♀️➡️
Fic link is attached<33
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It’s Kind Of Diabolical
UA was a dream school that people all around the world tried to get into. Not only was it ranked number one in all of Japan, but the school was undefeated in all categories. Whatever category an individual could think of Dean Nezu did everything in his power to make the school the best in said category.
The 3% acceptance rate showed how picky the admissions team was.
Izuku Midoriya was considered one of the smartest students in the school. There were only two people that ranked higher than him in the entire building across all majors. Izuku was in a medical and pharmaceutical concentration of Biology and Chemistry. The double major was hell on earth, but he topped that off with a physics and psychology minor.
No one in the school, including the teachers, understood how he managed his time juggling countless classes all at once. Still, Izuku loved to learn, and he put his full effort into completing every class to near perfection. He worked very closely with his advisors Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa Shota. They complimented each other and it helped Izuku a lot with moving forward and making decisions based on their advice.
Everyone was always talking about Izuku and every move he made. Still, Izuku had something that he kept to himself. Izuku was a professional athlete.
The only reason no one knew was because he didn’t play for the college, making it significantly easier for him to keep it a secret. Well, to a degree he could hide it. He competed in high level competitions, and many were non-profit to raise awareness for important causes. His high ranking often led him to speaking in interviews about the cause.
Izuku was an angel on earth.
Katsuki Bakugo was average in school. He was naturally smart and put as little effort into his schoolwork as possible. Katsuki was a business major with two minors. One was in marketing and another in accounting. As long as he got an A in the class, he didn’t try to push himself harder. His main focus was on sports. After all, he was the captain of the football team and spent most of his free time training.
The school's meal plan was heavily abused by Katsuki as he was often seen inhaling food with his friends whenever he wasn’t in the gym or on the field. The training and consistent meal plan helped him greatly. Katsuki was well built with muscles that made half of the campus jealous and the other half lovesick.
Despite all the attention Katsuki got, he remained single. He appreciated his fans to a degree, but never engaged with them. He enjoyed the chase and the rush he got from the attention. Still, he loved playing football, and he loved his teammates. He’d never let a relationship, or other outside influences distract him.
That was until his best friend, also the vice-captain of the football team, decided it was time to flip his life upside down.
“Who’s that talking to Coach Toshinori?” asked Kaminari excitedly upon seeing a cute boy appear on the fields.
Katsuki didn’t bother looking, not interested in hearing gossip about some stranger. Kirishima on the other hand perked up when he noticed who Kaminari was talking about. “That’s Midoriya! He’s insane.”
Kirishima’s statement caught the attention of Katsuki and the rest of the team. Sero recognized Izuku as well and commented, “Yeah, isn’t he doing a double major and double minor?”
“That’s him! Mina told me that he’s already been accepted by every high end medical school he’s applied to,” revealed Kirishima, happy to say his girlfriend's name every chance he got.
Kaminari stared at Izuku from afar, letting his mouth catch flies. Once he let a couple of moments pass by, he snapped back into focus and smirked. “So, he’s smart and successful. Wait, how does Mina know him?”
“Mutual friends, apparently Midoriya is super popular. Almost everyone knows him, so I’m surprised you don’t,” responded Kirishima slowly, letting his gaze return to Izuku.
Toshinori flashed a wide smile at Izuku, ruffling the fluffy locks of green hair. The excited voices of the duo faintly reached the group's ears. Tetsutetsu chuckled to himself before jerking a thumb over to where they were standing. “Looks like he just got accepted to another school.”
Katsuki’s gaze was fierce, but he couldn’t stop the foreign rushing of his heart. There was something about this smartass chatting with his coach that irritated Katsuki. No matter how much he wanted to roll his eyes and redirect the conversation, he knew Izuku would be on his mind.
Fate had funny ways of bringing destined lovers together.
Three weeks was all it took for Katsuki cave into obsession. He hadn’t realized just how big of a figure Izuku had been in the school. After that fateful day, it seemed that anytime he’d be in the food hall or was hanging out with his friends, he’d hear chatter about the mysterious genius.
All alone in his room with thirty minutes until his bedtime, Katsuki started digging. He found some online interviews with Izuku talking about the charities he’s worked with. Then Katsuki found his social media account that talked about plans for his future, study tips, and a plethora of random school-related things.
It only took a minute of scrolling for Katsuki to realize this wasn’t Izuku’s personal account. No matter how much he dug, he couldn’t find any pictures of Izuku at these apparent parties or hangouts with his friends that Mina claimed he had.
The following morning came around and like clockwork, Izuku would become a part of his life.
The football team huddled around Coach Toshinori when he clapped his hands together with his usual blinding smile. “Look alive! As you all know, the season is starting to pick up and now more than ever, we need to engage with the public. We are the best school in all of Japan and we need to maintain that status. So, I want you to take to social media and hold mini interviews with people in busy areas!”
Katsuki shrugged, not bothered by the assignment. It wasn’t like he had any intention of being the one doing the interviewing. If he partnered with Kirishima who was more of a people person, then he could just record the interviews.
“Let’s do this Bakugo!” cheered Kirishima loudly, letting his manly persona take over.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his phone. “Shut up Shitty Hair! Do you want to scare away everyone with your screaming?”
Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Kirishima turned back to where people were moving in and out of shops. “Oops, you’re right. Sorry man.”
Huffing, Katsuki prepared his phone to record as Kirishima asked individuals if they’d be willing to be interviewed. Most of the time it took one look at Kirishima and Bakugo for people to say yes. It may have been the duo’s good looks, or their UA letter jackets, but people were fast to do an interview.
They had already held short interviews with ten people by the time their interest had fully worn off. Kirishima groaned, crashing on a nearby bench. “Why does Coach want us to interview fifteen people? We are going to have way too much footage,” noted Kirishima as he watched people pass by.
“Stop complaining, we are almost finished,” grumbled Katsuki, scrolling through the countless videos on his phone.
“Easy for you to say! You haven’t talked to one person,” scoffed Kirishima, failing at guilt tripping Katsuki.
Raising a brow with an unimpressed expression, Katsuki shrugged it off. “Not my problem.”
Kirishima spotted a familiar face in the crowd and his face lit up like a little kid on their birthday. “No way! Is that Midoriya? What are the odds we see him here?”
Katsuki was already handing his phone to Kirishima, not bothering to look back or wait for his friend. “Record me.”
The eagerness Katsuki displayed to interview Izuku let Kirishima know everything. Katsuki had a fat crush on Izuku. He’d never pass up a moment to record Katsuki making a fool of himself. Moments like these were rare and Kirishima usually failed to capture the moment in a picture or video.
Once the redhead caught up to where Katsuki had greeted Izuku, he caught the end of their exchange of pleasantries.
Izuku flashed a soft smile at Katsuki. “It’s nice to meet you in person! Toshinori tells me a lot about you.”
Kirishima was already recording with a bright smile. “Hi Midoriya!”
Turning his head to look at Kirishima, Izuku’s eyes lit up when he realized it was Kirishima. “Oh! Kirishima, hi! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked!”
“It really has been! I’ve been so busy with balancing school and football I haven’t been going to the parties lately,” sighed Kirishima defeatedly. He knew Izuku wasn't one to be petty but still, he felt bad about not keeping in touch with someone he enjoyed talking to.
“Nonsense! Anyway, Bakugo, you mentioned something about interviewing me?” inquired Izuku, returning to the initial reason he was approached by the hottest guy on campus.
Katsuki took a step closer to Izuku after letting his eyes trail all over Izuku’s body when the pretty boy had been distracted. Clearing his throat, trying to fight the nerves that flooded his body when he caught sight of muscular legs, Katsuki nodded.
“Yes, the football team is doing interviews with the public so we can post stupid shit to remind everyone why UA is the best.”
Perking up at the explanation of what was happening, Izuku eagerly agreed,” Of course. I’m more than happy to support UA and our football team!”
The three traveled to a more open area of the shopping center. The sun was warm on their skin and there was a gentle breeze. As Izuku and Katsuki waited for Kirishima to give them the go ahead to start the interview, Kirishima swore the scene looked like something out of a romcom movie. The school jock and nerd running into each other and having their worlds collide on a beautiful day with a cinematic breeze twirling their hair around.
Izuku was wearing a white tee shirt with the words “running shirt” on it. He paired the simple tee shirt with some black gym shorts that had white accents on the side seam. Both of his knees were strapped up with yellow kinesiology knee tape, paired with royal blue compression socks. The final addition to the horrifically discolored outfit was a pair of expensive red running sneakers.
Katsuki was in some baggy black pants, expensive white sneakers, and wore his UA football letter jacket.
Their outfits dramatically contrasted each other, but it wasn’t an eyesore like Kirishima thought it would be. Despite all of that, Kirishima cut the two’s ogling short. “Start anytime!”
Without missing a beat, Katsuki went off-script and asked a personal question. “What happened to your leg?”
Both Kirishima and Izuku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but they quickly recovered. Kirishima knew he was going to use this as blackmail on Katsuki for the foreseeable future. Izuku on the other hand didn’t know what to expect from the interview and was happy to talk to the notorious football captain.
“I do a lot of running. A lot of cardio,” revealed Izuku, smiling shyly at Katsuki as he fiddled with the earbuds he had taken out.
Since he was a person with no filter, Katsuki dove straight into sly flirting. “Were you on your knees by any chance?”
“I actually was,” answered Izuku quickly, a bit surprised Katsuki asked the question. Still, he wasn’t too surprised Katsuki knew what to ask considering he was an athlete too.
Katsuki didn’t falter despite Izuku clearly not understanding what he meant with that question. “Oh. I picked the right guy for the interview,” commented Katsuki charmingly, his eyes looking at Izuku as if he were a meal to devour.
With the single comment, Izuku picked up on what Katsuki was indirectly saying and let his eyes widen and let out a breathless laugh. Katsuki knew he wanted to see that look and hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but truly Izuku had him captivated. Izuku felt the exact same way.
He got me, hook, line, and sinker.
“How is your day going?” asked Katsuki calmly, reeling back into interviewing Izuku despite him not asking about UA or things about football.
Izuku pouted, looking at the hustle and bustle of the people around. “Pretty slow”
Seeing an opening to be mischievous again, Katsuki leaned closer. “Do you want me to make it faster?”
Perking up at the suggestive question, Izuku was ready to show he was just as interested. Using all the confidence training his teachers have put him through, Izuku tempted, “How would you do that?”
“How do you want me to do that?” fired back Katsuki with pure enjoyment. There was a little voice in the back of his head, wondering if the man before him was being a little shit to mess with him or if he was truly interested.
While Katsuki was overthinking everything, Izuku tilted his head down, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes with a shy smile. It was a very pointed look, and Katsuki felt his heart swoon. Katsuki was ready to bite those chubby cheeks peppered with the most beautiful freckles. Still, he was a college student and imagined pinning Izuku against his locker in the vacant locker room, and making those perfect lips spread to let out a scream of pleasure.
“I’m going to have to cut this video short,” half-joked Katsuki, struggling to keep his mind focused on anything but asking Izuku to date him in less than polite words.
The loud, almost manic laughter erupted from Izuku again as the implications of Katsuki’s words sank in. He was infatuated with Katsuki. There was something so thrilling about being the one that caught the attention of the untouchable football captain. In the back of his mind, he was scared this was all some elaborate prank to humiliate him, but he had to trust that Toshinori wasn’t lying about Katsuki being a good person.
It wasn’t uncommon to hear all his friends talking about Katsuki. It was close to impossible not to hear the name when football was such a major sport. Katsuki was the captain and the team's best player. Besides, Izuku often visits the games.
The only problem was he never got a good look at the blonde when their classes had no overlap and Katsuki was nothing more than a small blob down on the field.
Katsuki recalled Kirishima and Izuku’s short exchange. Kirishima mentioned something about not going to as many parties due to his busy schedule. If Kirishima equated not going to parties to a complete loss of communication, he wondered just how often Izuku attended them. “Do you ever go out to parties?”
“Maybe sometimes,” admitted Izuku slowly, raising a brow to gauge just what Katsuki’s aim was. While Izuku enjoyed some dirty talk, he had no intention of being a sex toy. He had standards and he hoped that Katsuki wasn’t just a closeted player.
“Do you ever see frat boys?” questioned Katsuki quickly, feeling anxiety bubble in his gut. He didn’t want Izuku to have his eyes on loser extras. Katsuki knew that some of the frat boys were persistent and relentless when it came to sexual endeavors. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and Katsuki didn’t like being in a competition where he could easily lose.
Izuku stilled, a bit offended Katsuki was asking about his potential romantic interests in frat boys. How could Katsuki think he had no standards? Sure, Izuku was popular and flirty when it counted, but he didn’t think he gave off the impression he’d settle for a frat boy.
Truth be told, Izuku had a fear of drinking and drugs. He was a control freak after all.
In the end he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice some of the frat boys at the parties he attended. No matter how many people tried to hide the parties from the frat boys, they managed to find and get into the private parties. “I do see some frat boys. I don’t go for frat boys though.”
Katsuki immediately relaxed and soon realized he had been making a lot of assumptions. Sure, he was gay, but he couldn’t just assume anyone he was interested in was. Yet, he saw Izuku standing across the field on one fateful day and decided the nerd was his. Still, he didn’t have to worry about some horny men getting their hands on Izuku.
With his skin practically itching from anticipation, Katsuki knew he needed to get a better confirmation of Izuku’s sexuality. Their not-so-subtle flirting wasn’t enough. “So, what kind of guys do you go for?”
“Literally any other kind of guy,” chuckled Izuku, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It was clear that Katsuki was interested in him no matter what the intentions behind that interest were. Who could blame him for being flattered that Katsuki was giving him attention in a world filled with gorgeous individuals who matched Katsuki’s interests better.
Even if he was a perfect mix of calculated and impulsive, Katsuki was quick to gather the courage and make it clear where he stood. “Like football players?”
The message was direct and Izuku’s face bloomed the most stunning shade of pink Katsuki had ever seen. The shade complimented his hair and made his freckles more apparent. Still, Izuku raised a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he smiled confidently. “I’ve never gone for a football player before but…”
All composure was lost, and Katsuki’s buffer vanished. “Do you like dick?”
That was all it took for Izuku to burst out into laughter. Even if Katsuki only wanted him for his body, which meant a hard rejection to an only physical relationship, Izuku had no intention of living a life without Katsuki in it. The vulgarity in Katsuki’s speech and the lack of regret in everything he said was something Izuku quickly admired. “Uh yeah.”
Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, unable to believe that with the dumpster fire their conversation was, Izuku was still laughing and engaged. If his last question wasn’t enough to drive Izuku away, he might as well try to ask, “Can I get your number?”
Not even a second passed when Izuku threw his head back in laughter once more, fully captivated by Katsuki. He enjoyed the directness after all the suggestive language. Waving a hand, Izuku took a deep breath before shrugging and nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess you can get my number.”
Suddenly Katsuki felt like an elementary schooler. He remembered watching all his friends ask girls out and being surprised when they accepted. Now he understood how they felt at that moment. It was a pure, unadulterated sense of belonging and acceptance.
Despite the train wreck he presented himself to be, Izuku wanted to stick around.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” confirmed Izuku as he laughed, raising his hand, messing with his phone to pull up contacts, and offering it to Katsuki.
Kirishima stood behind the camera, wearing a disgusted expression. Izuku and Katsuki were made for each other. He couldn’t imagine any other person in the world still giving their number to Katsuki after being aggressively asked if they liked dick.
Whatever rose-tinted glasses Izuku was wearing, Kirishima wanted a pair too.
Katsuki calmly put in his digits and his name. He knew Izuku knew his name, but still, he liked the feeling of making himself known to Izuku. As soon as Katsuki went to hand Izuku his phone, a calendar notification pinged.
“Sorry, I really must go! I’ll text you, Katsuki. And Kirishima, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”
Kirishima and Katsuki both waved to Izuku and sadly said their goodbyes. They were impressed that Izuku was able to spare them a minute in the first place with how intense his schedule must be.
Izuku walked away with a pep in his step. Kirishima had been busy sending the video to himself when Katsuki’s voice reached his ears against his will.
“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” sighed Katsuki, clearly admiring Izuku’s ass-sets.
Kirishima cringed, staring at Katsuki as if he’d been betrayed. “Bro, I love you… but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”
Katsuki gave Kirishima a swift punch to the arm before snatching his phone back. “Never speak of this to anyone. Let’s grab lunch… fuck interviewing anyone else.”
More than happy to stop where they were, Kirishima started walking to the one restaurant nearby he knew they both enjoyed. Katsuki smiled at his phone when he almost immediately got a text from Izuku.
Katsuki wasn’t planning on letting Izuku go after having a taste.
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bodyguard! shoto, who decided to use his training and skills for a different career path, because fuck endeavour, and because he still wanted to serve people out of the good in his heart.
bodyguard! shoto, who is a 5’9, young, muscular man whose quiet stance speaks volumes. who despite his aloofness, remains a true gentlemen. who stands on the outside of the sidewalk when he’s with you, and who perceptively takes note of any men who seem to be eyeing you with anything more or less than adoration.
bodyguard! shoto, who works hard to keep his strength and health. who you can sometimes find doing pushups in his room during his free time, or taking out pent up rage on his punching bag. you’d think he’s putting up a show for you, grey tank-top hugging his muscles while sweat drips from his forehead.
bodyguard! shoto, who deals with most grievances calmly. he’ll step in front of you, hands in his pockets shielding you from whatever asshole decides to give you any issues. he’ll first, tell them to get lost, letting his eyes do talking. who isn’t afraid to get physical, despite his aloof nature. who will never cross that line unless he absolutely has to, and unless your safety is on the line. who would take a bullet for you, or shield you with his body. once he’s ensured you’re safe, he’ll disappear for some time and come back with bruised knuckles, much like his brother… 🤍
bodyguard! shoto, who, after a few drinks, will open up. he’ll tell you about his past, about his family, and about how he feels for you. he’s well aware that it’s unprofessional, and is more than willing to see whatever consequences you have for him now that his secret is out. who is both surprised and unsurprised when you tell him you want to stay, an undeniable warm feeling in his chest.
bodyguard! shoto, who makes everyone else disappear when you look at him. who is yours to keep and yours to lose. who isn’t a bad guy, but is more than capable of doing bad things to you, pressing himself against your back while you put lipgloss on in front of the mirror. who waits for you to say its okay before pressing a kiss to your neck. who gets you alone, and wears your feelings for him like a necklace.
bodyguard! shoto, who lets you hold his feelings hostage. who makes all your gray days clear, protecting you not only from others but from yourself. who reminds you not to overwork yourself, tugging you away from your desk and into his arms. who’s got your heart, skipping even when he isn’t around.
bodyguard! shoto, who makes falling for him inevitable. who walks you to your bedroom one day, only for you to tug him by his tie and press your lips to his. who suddenly doesn’t care about who’s keeping score. you did a number on him, but honestly, who’s counting?
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f! reader, nsfw portion
bodyguard! shoto, who is a sweet, gentle lover. whose hot breath tickles your ear when he firmly orders you to lift your arms, pulling your shirt off so he can see more of you. who feels his pants getting tighter, cock straining against his pants when he massages your breasts, drawing out those shallow gasps of pleasure from your lips.
bodyguard! shoto, who makes sure the door is locked for everything he’s about to do to you. who his sweet and gentle, until he isn’t. who roughly tugs your bottoms off, leaving a trail of bites and hickeys on your inner thigh, leading up to where you need him most. and he’s mean, making sure you feel his breath graze your pussy, trailing his tongue on the innermost corners of your thighs before finally lowering his head to eat you out.
bodyguard! shoto, who’ll hook your legs over his shoulders, looking up at you while he works his magic, thinking he could do this for hours. who is well aware of the way your thighs tremble, the way you tug his hair begging him to make you cum. but he’ll give it to you, right after dragging out your pleasure for as long as he can.
bodyguard! shoto, who takes your thighs and folds you in half, pressing your knees to your ears. his cock slides right into you perfectly, groaning about how tight you are and how good he’s gonna fuck you. who watches you with hazy, duel-coloured eyes, waiting for you to adjust to his size before thrusting.
bodyguard! shoto, who makes you cum again, and again, and again, all while showing no signs of backing down. who tries a little harder every time he feels you flutter and clench around him, neither of you wanting to stop. who decides taking this job was the best thing he’s ever done.
bodyguard! shoto, who laughs to himself seeing the ship edits fans make of you and him, knowing they’ve got it right.
@crushmeeren i couldn’t resist! 😭🫧🫧
inspired by so it goes
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Shota Aizawa x Reader PLATONIC KID.
"Safe in my arms"
Requests are open!
Tw: nightmares, mentioned abuse and panic attacks
You had been living with your homeroom teacher for a while, ever since your parents' kicked you out anyways. Aizawa had been letting you sleep in the room next to him. It was around 2am when you woke up hyperventilating, sweaty and crying. The memories from how horrible your family treated you was all that polluted your mind. This was the first of many for that night, and it was honestly something you felt ashamed of. You felt like a child wanting to cry out for a parent to hold you but you didn't want to seem babyish and helpless.
A few hours later around 4am Aizawa got up to start getting ready for the day and he normally didn't wake you until 5:30 (he left the house at 6:30) so you were at school early enough. As we walked through the kitchen looking for what to make for breakfast you heard a scream. He ran to your room seeing you sat up in bed grabbing your chest trying to breathe teas welling in your eyes. "Shit kid, I can see you shaking from here" he says softly slowly walking towards you "you look like you've been crying for hours, did this happen all night?" He asks worryingly. He always tried to make it seem like he didn't care but he knew when to let his guard down and soften up. He noticed you tense up and pulled you towards him, "hey, hey, just try and relax into my arms and match my breathing kid." He said softly but firmly. He reminds you where you are as a means of grounding you. Knowing how disoriented people can be after nightmares he tried his best to remind you of your surroundings and such. "You have every right to feel scared, no one expects you to feel normal after things like this. There's no shame in needing someone to lean on kid." He went on about how you could have woken him and he would have helped you but you still felt that sense of shame in you, like you were childish for needing to be heald to feel at ease. "Healing isn't something that happens overnight there's no shame in needing this. I can tell that's what you're thinking. " He explained. After a few minutes you fell back asleep and managed to get a few more minutes of sleep while Aizawa was sitting in the room near you. After a while you started to hyperventilate again and Aizawa rubbed your shoulder reassuring you trying to help you calm down. It worked for the most part as you managed to stay asleep. The few nights after that he periodically checked on you through the night and left the door to his room open if you wanted to be near him. Most nights after bad nightmares he sat in the room with you while you slept being there to lull you back to sleep after one or calm you down during it.
Sorry this was short but I tried
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Comparing Hand Sizes
This was the stupidest love advice Bakugou ever received. But he had to give it a shot.
Bakugou approached you at the house party, steeling himself for the worst. The Bakusquad would have hell to pay if this didn’t work.
“Oi,” Bakugou said. “Wanna compare hand sizes?”
“Um… sure?”
He feared that you might’ve already caught onto his little game, but you still held up your hand against his.
“Guess mine’s bigger,” Bakugou said, as instructed.
Bakugou didn’t know where to fucking go from here, because the idiots didn’t give him the full instructions for this dumb trick. Bakugou went with his gut instead. His fingers intertwined with yours, letting both your hands drop. His hand still gripped yours firmly.
You laughed in his face. “Really? This is how you finally make a move on me? You’re such a dork!”
“S-so what? It fucking worked, didn’t it?!”
After that, Bakugou didn’t let go of your hand for almost the entire night. He didn’t endure that embarrassment for nothing. However, he knew he needed more.
“So... ya wanna compare lips too? Wonder whose is better.”
“Wow. You are sooooo dorky!”
“Will you just get over here?!”
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Doing the TikTok ‘Hear Me Out’ trend with Bakugo except he crashes out every time you put something down.
“Okay, my first hear me out is Sans from Undertale.”
That sends him into a frenzy. Bakugo immediately snatches the paper from you in hopes that it will let him forget what you just said.
“What the fuck? A skeleton?” Red eyes glare into yours and you swear he looks as if he’s about to kill you.
You just chuckle, “He won Tumblr Sexyman!” You explain, as if that one sentence justifies everything. It doesn’t. Who still uses Tumblr, anyway?
Bakugo rolls his eyes and turns back to your phone, now awaiting his turn.
“My hear me out is my partner, y/n.”
Your eyes widen at his nonchalance, as if this is the most reasonable thing. As if dating you is that bad for him to include you.
“Katsuki, you’re supposed to pick someone that’s undesirable!” You explain, hoping that this was just a misunderstanding, he was never the best at TikTok trends anyways.
He shrugs, “Yeah and I’m sure my choice is justified once everyone hears what you just picked.”
You scoff and look away, which makes him smile.
“Also, I don’t have any ‘hear me outs’ so.” He begins softly, a small like forming, “The only one I want is you.”
You turn to him and gush, “You’re so sweet.” A hand comes up to wipe a fake tear, and he’s almost proud of what he just did
But that pride is quickly forgotten.
“Anyways, my next pick is Bill Cipher!”
“A triangle? Are you fucking joking?” He yells, his quirk activating. It’s safe to say that the cake was quickly destroyed soon after.
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Katsuki being sad because his wife (his girlfriend) doesn't want to talk to him (she went to shower) she hates him (she just said 'i love you' 5 minutes ago) their marriage (relationship) of a decade (3 years) might end up in a divorce because she doesnt give him time (she spends time with him everyday) and love (she tells him she loves him everyday with a kith) anymore. 😕 his dramatic ahh
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“PANTY THIEF !!”
“I DIDN’T STEAL YOUR FUCKING PANTIES. THEY WERE IN MY DRAWER BECAUSE THEY WERE IN MY LAUNDRY.”
“Well then how did they end up in your laundry ??”
silence…
“Exactly. You’re a panty thief.”
“How’d you know they were in my drawer ?”
silence…
“Tsk. Fucking pervert.”
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