#I’m sure bakugou has an idea to help him focus

[karothefool]

short comic WIP

[autumnalsteahouse]

— surprise @kingkatsuki <3 I had the amazing honor of being your secret santa this year and may I just say, I’ve actually had this idea ever since we talked about Harry Potter and I was like 👁👁 hold on I bet she forgot so lemme just bring it back. I knew from the start that I wanted it to be a baku fic because……………… duh. but I threw shindou in there because I just felt the need to. get the best of both worlds if you know what I’m saying. anyways! I hope you like it nd have a happy christmas <33

pairing: bakugou x fem!reader ; implied shindou x fem!reader

genre: Harry Potter au! smut <3

word count: + 4.7k

warnings: under the influence (lust spell), LIGHTLY implied cheating… like you’ll have to read in between the lines for that one, improper cleaning of wounds**— but we in magic school so it’s for the plot, a tad bit or oral (m! receiving), bakugou has trouble speaking during the smut — very self indulgent of me I’m so sorry jo—, slight (barely rough) public sex, aftercare is implied.

** please dear god do not rub alcohol on burn wounds, it doesn’t help at all.

a/n: (I feel I shouldn’t have to say this because I would never write for minors but since hogwarts IS a school—) everyone is over 18. this is placed in year 8 for everyone… or better yet, think of hogwarts as college if you will. Think of them as whatever age you’d like AS LONG AS ITS 18 AND UP.

ALSO PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT EDITED… but please enjoy regardless!!

It was hard to focus on what you were doing when the obnoxious blonde UA representative was boasting so loudly.

“This is going to be the easiest of the tasks,” he smirked at the reporter, Rita Skeeter, “my… friend is an animagus who happens to be a dragon. I’m basically guaranteed to pass.”

Fiddling with your first aid kit, you urge yourself to focus and make sure everything is there. You had to use it a few after the first challenge, everything was very hectic so you couldn’t quite remember if you had put everything back.

“Hey, don’t worry,” That familiar cool voice comes from behind you, “I know you’re probably super stressed about me but I just want to assure you, I’m going to make it to the next round-- just for you. maybe get banged up a bit just so I could come to see you after.”

Sighing, you turn to face Shindou already knowing you’ll find a sly smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

Green, grey, and black really were his colors, his Slytherin sporting robe making his cunning eyes pop.

Giving him a once over, you scoff, “Yeah okay, but don’t hurt yourself too much. I still need all the… parts… functioning.”

He snorts, “even if the goods are damaged, you would mend them.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Little did you know, ruby-red eyes were set on your smile, scanning over the cute Hogwarts healer in training. There were several of you in the tent, but none had quite struck up Katsuki’s attention quite like you-- one of the only few people in your school that he’s seen with some backbone and a genuine personality. Not trying to do anything but your job… and maybe that prick who approached you.

Sucking at his teeth, he rolls his eyes and begins his stretching.

“Good day champions! gather around! Gather around, make a circle around me.” an excited voice demanded, making every head turn in the tent.

The silver-haired human version of a grandfather clock made his way to the center of the tent, followed by each challenger’s guardian. Once everyone was gathered, he was handed a deep aubergine velvet pouch that was closed tight by one of the others that had followed him into the tent.

Pulling the drawstrings loose, he makes sure to do it slowly, just for the theatrics, then taking a swift look at the person closest to him,

“Well go on then mister Shindou, reach into the bag.”

A slight smirk raises as he looks at you, bound up hand diving into the bag without hesitation.

you had to hold back a chuckle as you heard him hiss at the fizzle of heat that licked his fingers, the phrase, ‘so stupid is all you could think.

A moment later, he pulled out a small green dragon that sat in the palm of his hand, flapping its wings and blowing out small tufts of flames.

“The welsh green!” Dumbledore announced.

Shindou almost seemed pleased with this, keeping his eyes on you as he mouthed, ‘too easy.’

Rolling your eyes was the only thing you could respond with, having a creeping feeling that his cockiness was only going to bite him in the ass.

Going around, the other two champions go to get their dragons.

Durmastrang got the Chinese fireball, a scarlet dragon with a passion for flames.

Which only meant UA was left with the only other dragon… the Hungarian horntail.

Of all the dragons you read up on, that one had to be one of the more dangerous ones in the competition- more so, the most dangerous of all.

As the name suggests, a spiked tail flicked around in Bakugou’s palm, wings almost guarded as the mini version jeered toward him. Those little yellow beady eyes were challenging the spikey blonde, you could even tell from afar. Looking to see the champion’s reaction, only a small rise of surprise bubbled inside you, because Bakugou’s red eyes were staring right back at it, no sense of cockiness was present now. Just concentration, on the dragon and nothing else. You’d even go as far as to say he was studying in a mix of curiosity and determination.

Even if it was just a glance in your direction, you were caught staring and the sudden urge to spew that you didn't mean it like that-- that you were just observing how he was with the dragon-- was overwhelming.

Before you could formulate any sort of rebuttal, the blonde glanced back down, effectively silencing you.

What were you to do? Cause a slight scene just to clarify a minor misinterpreted interaction? No.

“Okay!” Dumbledore claps his hands, “these are all miniature representations of the dragons you will be facing. Each dragon is given a golden egg to protect, and you, as the champion, must retrieve it, for, within the golden egg, there is a vital clue for the next challenge. Without it, you are unable to move on.”

Turning to face the Hogwarts representative, the old wizard smiles, “okay mister Shindou, at the sound of the cann-“

The loudest boom shook the whole tent, the crack from the cannon making you almost feel as though you’ve been shot.

“Yes, well– at the sound of the cannon,” Dumbledore finished, rolling his eyes before looking up at Filch.

The circle dispersed and every other champion went to their corner while Shindou stood at the edge of the exit, trying to swallow any visible nerves.

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, you inch over to him.

When he realizes you're heading over to him, he clears his throat and attempts to straighten up.

“You know, you’ve got this under control,” you murmured quietly enough so that only Shindou could hear.

You’ve known him long enough to predict his reaction— he’s a very proud man, some may say a little too proud that it borders on the line of cockiness… but you've seen him in action. Underneath all of those layers, he tries his best in everything he does. And right now, even though he might not show it, he needs that reassurance.

“Oh I know, doll. I’ve got this. Madame Pooch didn’t call me one of the fastest flyers for nothing. I’ve gotta live up to my name! And maybe… I’ll get a reward after I’m successful?” He smirked, eyeing you up and down.

“Hm… maybe. If I feel like it.” You whisper, throwing a little wink his way before heading back to your station, thinking about the offer.

It really is up to you, you’re well aware that the offer is always there… but you also know that you’re not the only gun in his arsenal.

You sigh as you sit down on the stool next to your kit; now is not the time to be thinking about that. It’s best if you just focus on the first trial; as soon as you properly took your seat, it wasn’t hard to do.

It was almost immediate, how he summoned his broom.

clever.

Watching Shindou soar through the air in such a small stadium was absolutely mesmerizing. All of his movements were sharp and precise, ever so swift. He was really good at leading the dragon to believe one thing when the exact opposite was in the works.

He actually wasn’t in there for too long; It was hard not to smile when he had a clearing, swooping down and snatching up the gleaming golden egg. He made haste to dive right into the exit of the stadium, leaving unscathed.

Good for him.

They’re probably leading him to go rest in the infirmary, where a nurse will check on him before letting him go about the rest of his day.

Another cannon let off, this time, one you were prepared for.

The contestant from Durmastrang stepped out into the open, seeming as though he’d almost fight the dragon by hand.

You were waiting for the moment where he would summon his broomstick, thinking it was the most logical thing to do, only to raise your eyebrows at him casting a sleep spell towards the reptile.

The beast fell with a hard thump, immediate deep snores echoed around the stadium, making it almost way too easy for him to retrieve the egg.

One last player entered the stadium, spikey blonde hair catching your eye.

Bakugou Katsuki.

He walked out as he had already won in such an odd costume- a tight orange X crossed at his chest, black fabric showing off his slim waist, but baggy black almost sweat like pants outlined with a loose green garter that held up at his waist; his stride was not in the obnoxious way you would think.

He strode out, keeping his eyes on the dragon, who was staring at Bakugou with the intent of roasting him like a marshmallow.

There was a moment of silence before he whipped out his wand from his lower garter and pointed it at the winged beast before screaming a curse in another language.

The curse was loud, popping crackles launched from his wand with a hot blinding light that whipped straight into the dragon’s eyes.

Multiple gasps came from the crowd; many in great Britain had never heard such a spell, you for sure didn’t.

The shock continued when not a moment later, the dragon screeched a loud shattering sound before heat licked the whole stadium.

Eyes wide, you watched the angry flames engulf the rocky bottom, every inch of the floor covered in inescapable heat.

Your heart dropped to your stomach as the dragon stopped, now preoccupied with getting whatever was in its eye, out.

For the first few seconds, a heavy silence hung in the air- the only things that seemed to be moving were the cloaks of panicked teachers moving in a dash to see if Bakugou was alright.

You were so concentrated on seeing if there was anything moving in the arena, anything at all, that when you did, you screamed out his name.

You didn’t mean to, you really didn’t. It wasn’t professional at all and could have put him in serious danger with the dragon again if you were loud enough; but when you saw the blonde hair, you couldn’t help it. To think you’d witness the death of a person you’ve seen only mere minutes ago- it felt like a reflex.

The champion was limping towards the exit, left arm severely burnt while his right carried the perfectly shiny golden egg. Half of his clothes were burnt off, but he didn’t seem to mind. He had one goal— and that was to successfully leave with the golden egg.

The teachers froze, unable to help, now seeing that he was alright impatiently waiting for him to cross the threshold so they could make sure he was okay.

His guardian, All Might– a tall, toned, slender man, was biting his nails with his gaze glued to his student. It was just then that you, being the healer that you are, should probably meet with madame Pomfrey and head down to do a quick inspection before guiding him to the infirmary.

You were on your way down when you saw the champion in question, wandering the stone halls.

“Uh, excuse me?” you call out in the quiet hall.

He stayed silent and kept walking.

“Bakugou? Bakugou Katsuki?” you try again but it did not change the speed in his pace.

“Hey-”

“Where do you keep your potions?” a gruff voice spoke out.

“I’m sorry?”

“Can’t you hear? I said where are your potions? I’m sporting a pretty bad burn here and I need it to heal before the next task.” he almost growled.

“Well if you would just listen to me instead of continuously walking away, then maybe you’d realize that I’m a healer and could do exactly what you’re looking to do– much better than you alone ever could.” you spew out, seeing red. Who was he to talk to with such an attitude? What was his problem?

That made him stop dead in his tracks, turning to face you with a smug grin, “so healer, where are your potions?”

…

Guiding him back towards the arena, you decided to attempt conversation.

“So… You didn’t think that would happen? I mean fire is a dragon’s number one self-defense mechanism? If you take away its eyesight, fire will be used.”

“I’m not an idiot, of course, I knew that. It was already factored into my plan but the boulder I was behind shifted from the force of the fire. It’s fine. Anyways, You’re a healer assisting this task– so I’m going to assume you know how to sort this out.”

“Well… yeah.”

“Good then, let’s get on with it.”

“Uh, hold on– the school matron has to check you first, and then she’s going to tell me what I need to do for you.”

“Half of my body is burnt… and you need someone to tell you to heal my burns? It’s pretty self-explanatory.”

“Yes but–”

“Oh! There you two are!” Madam Pomfrey huffed out, summoning the floating gurney behind her. “Mister Bakugou, please get on this. We’re taking you to the infirmary.”

“I’m not getting on that, I can walk perfectly fine.” he scoffed.

Surprising you, the matron just shrugged, “Suit yourself,” before turning to you, “Please take him to the infirmary and brew up some burn-healing paste as soon as possible and thoroughly rub his wounds with it. Make about 3 kilograms and apply half of that today, I’d say… the rest is for tomorrow morning. Mister Bakugou is in your care from now on.”

“Alright, thank you, Madam.” you bid her adieu.

“Finally.” the rude blonde rolled his eyes.

Sighing, you close your eyes and try to focus on just getting him to bed so you could leave and make the potion.

“You know,” you start, stepping into the path of the infirmary, “for someone who burnt his arm pretty severely, you don’t seem to be in too much pain.”

“Well, I’d think you’d know why princess– since you’re a mediwizard and all.”

You turn to face him but your attention is drawn to his lifted wand. The tip was glowing a deep soothing yellow- warm like a marigold, something you’ve seen very few do.

“You know the torpere curse?”

“I do.”

“Why is a numbing curse something you need to know?”

“Well, if you remember from earlier, my friend is a dragon animagus,” he paused, watching your brows furrow.

So when he was talking to Rita… was he also talking to you?

“Kirishima isn’t allowed to use his flames at school, but he keeps on talking about being manlier and getting stronger… and I can never say no to a fight.”

You snort, then immediately cover your mouth.

Maybe it’d be best if you didn’t entertain the idea.

“And so you learned the curse because…?”

“Because I’m not a walking hospital- I don’t have medical supplies on me everywhere I go.”

“Well, with the constant trouble you seem to get into, it seems like you should.” and with that, you walked a little bit faster towards the hospital wing.

…

It didn’t take long to get everything situated.

Bakugou surprisingly didn’t put up too much of a fight when you told him to get on one of the many pristine white beds, which you’ve chalked up to the curse wearing off and the beginnings of the pain seeping into his nerves.

He chose the farthest bed, the one closest to the large wall-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Black Lake with a thin separator hiding the bed from the rest of the ward.

A good choice, but not one you’d thought he’d make. There weren’t many other people, it was pretty empty actually, so there were more than a few options.

You figured that maybe a few bodies would accumulate after coming back from making the burn-healing paste potion but stepping through the doorway, you found it was just as empty, except for…

“Hey, babe,” Shindou said from behind you.

The shriek that escaped your lips was damn near embarrassing, but that wasn’t anything compared to the fact that you nearly dropped the orange paste.

“Shindou!” you angrily whispered, turning towards him and furrowing your eyebrows.

“Oh don’t do that baby, you’ll get frown lines.” he cooed, raising his hand and running his thumb over your glabella.

Sighing, you look up at him with your best doe eyes, “Yo, I have a patient right now. I’m busy. Can we do this later? You can go hang out with Tatami or something, right?”

He raised his eyebrows, almost looking the slightest bit shocked, but recovered quickly, “but I don’t want to be with her right now. I want to be with you! And besides, I think I deserve my reward after easily getting that egg.”

Trying again, you clench your jaw, “Sure you do, but not right now, and not from me. I have burns to tend to and a cocky blonde to entertain. Just go back to the common room, this ointment isn’t going to rub itself onto that fit body of his.”

You quietly rush past him, head high and slightly annoyed with his inability to take a hint. You didn’t need to turn around to know that he had already left– he wasn’t the type to fight for someone.

When you reached Bakugou’s bed, you froze. The sight in front of you was almost out of a painting, if you moved, no doubt the moment would be ruined.

There was your patient— now shirtless— staring off to the window, dusk accentuating his sharp features with dark shadows. He looked how he did when you saw him observing the miniature dragon, calm, curious– almost lost in his own thoughts. He doesn’t look so explosive in the fading light.

“Fit body of his?” the blonde repeated.

It took you a second, “pardon?” you quipped with a slight head tilt.

Smirking, he says, “You think I’ve got a fit body?”

Moment ruined.

“Oh god.”

“Well I fuckin worked on it, so I’d hope it’s… fit– like you British people say.”

Taking a deep sigh, you go to the left side of the bed and whip out your wand after placing the paste down and picking up the unlit candle.

“Incendio,” with a flick, the flame transferred from your wand to the wick, making a warm pool of light fill the small area.

“Wingardium Leviosa,” you whisper, putting your wand away and moving to the other side of the bed.

“You forgot the medicine over there,” Bakugou annoyingly pointed out.

“I’m aware. Before I use that, we first need to clean and sanitize the area,” you say simply, trying to keep away from any smirk daring to show.

Spotting his jaw clench, you almost let your controlled demeanor slip. He’s been an asshole enough for you to enjoy the fact that this is going to hurt… like a bitch.

He must have read your mind somehow because right as you went to go grab the rubbing alcohol, Bakugou grimaced, “Don't enjoy this too much.”

“I might.”

And you did… but for all the wrong reasons. It was like something within you ticked on, causing a thicker-than-honey grip to ooze around your reasonable brain.

The way his hands gripped the sheets were distracting enough, but the way his neck veins popped as he stretched and clenched sent you through a loop. His pretty eyes were screwed shut in pain. The pearls of sweat that gathered around his temples and rolled down his neck looked so tempting, there was an urge to lick them up. The groans were a force not to be meddled with, you had to stop for a moment; your vision became spotted with dark dots.

“What– are you doing– w-hy did you stop?” he huffed out; terrible wording.

“I uh–” you panted.

“What? Just hurry up and finish already!” he screamed in agony.

“Fuck-” it came out as a whimper and you couldn’t help but focus on how hot your cheeks felt.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?”

The both of you have condensed into heavy breaths, one in pain and one in pleasure; Bakugou really getting the short end of the stick.

“I think– I think I was cursed with that—- that stupid lust spell– everyone’s learning about.” slow breaths coming out uneven.

“That black-haired prick cursed you with kavliaris?”

“I think so– similar symptoms-”

You watched him reach for his wand, “Accio Burn-Heal Paste.” he grimaced.

The ointment flew towards him and he caught it with ease.

Popping the top open with his good arm, you watched him dip his absurdly big fingers through the paste and spread it over the hefty burns, sucking in a sharp breath as his glistening fingers ran over his shoulder and biceps.

His breathing evens out as he repeats the process.

Fuck.

All you could do was sit and watch, feeling your heartbeat trail lower and lower.

“C’mere.”

Everything slowed as your gaze set on him, a faint “what?” leaving your lips in confusion.

“We need to cure this so you can go back to making sure I'm set for the next task.”

“W-hat do you mean?”

“I mean, you need to orgasm. So get over here.”

The demand was simple enough, so why couldn't you move?

All the blood that wasn't throbbing your clit went to your cheeks, your feet were glued to the floor.

“Okay then,” Bakugou impatiently shifted, clumsily pulling you onto his lap.

Repositioning, you spread your legs around his waist and looked down at his bare chest.

He really was fit– not that you hadn't noticed before, but it really wasn't your priority at the time, but now you are beyond thankful.

“Are you– okay with this?”

“More than.”

With a shaky sigh, you strip your pants and panties off, then climb on top of him to slowly start up a rhythmic pace of grinding down; adjusting, and readjusting to find just the right spot, seeing stars when your clit rubbed against a growing stiff bump. Stars erupted behind your eyes as you took in a sharp gasp.

“Oh! fuck-“

“shit—“ Bakugou, who couldn’t take his eyes off you, groaned, head hitting the pillow and slightly twitching beneath you, “ride my dick.”

The command caused a throb to course through your whole body, too heavy of a warmth coursing through your veins to even think of objecting. You wasted no time raising yourself off of him and reaching for the hem of his sweats.

Inching them down, he lifted his hips, and you almost stopped what you were doing to watch his abs contract.

You couldn’t help the small whimper that left your mouth, there was so much you wanted to do— so much you wanted to taste. Would he let you do it all?

With his pants and boxers gathered around his ankles, you moved around his claves, putting most of your weight on your palms.

There was so much to look at, but of course, the star of the show was calling your name, ever so slightly jumping for you.

The compelling urge to say what’s on your mind is too strong, “god— you’re so .. pretty.”

Not even caring about his reaction, you bite your lip as tunnel vision sets in.

Leaning down, you hover over his abdomen, making eye contact with those velvety red eyes before placing a slow peck in the middle of his rib cage then sensually going down the toned line. When reaching the pretty pink head, you grasped his slightly curved, veiny shaft in your hands, and like you would a lolly, you gathered most of your saliva and gave the tip a kitten lick; watching Bakugou the whole time. A little drop of pre-cum danced on the tip of your tongue, encouraging you to take more in.

Watching his eyes roll back only spurred you on further, unable to get enough of his reactions. He let out a low groan causing you to moan right back, knowing the vibrations will only drive him crazier.

“Fuuh– you’re so..” trailing off, his hips jolted forward phishing more of himself inside your mouth, causing a bit of a gag. “Dumbass, this is– supposed to be about – you.”

Popping off and slightly pulling away, a thick string of your saliva hung heavy on his tip, “Hmmm?” you hummed, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Shit just– get on my dick.”

Your bottom lip just out in an exaggerated pout, “not having fun?”

His difficulty keeping a steady breath tempted a giddy giggle to bubble out, but you kept your head and only smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, complying.

Taking your time, your movements full of sultry and temptation as you hover over him; and looking down, the thought occurred to you that you’ve never felt so wet before… was it the curse? It had to have been the curse.

Finally, you reach for his firm cock and guide yourself down, but not before toying and teasing the girthy head along your dripping folds.

“Fuckin hell–” you sighed, sinking down. At the same time, he let out a guttural groan, hips uncontrollably thrusting upward to get impossibly deeper.

A second of appreciation of satiety passes before putting your palms flat against his pectorals and beginning smooth grinds with their speeds only growing faster.

“C’mere,” Bakugou said curtly, not waiting to pull you towards his face.

In a clumsy moment, your lips met his and you froze.

Typically, the people you get with (Shindou) don’t allow kissing– it’s too romantic, they say. And maybe that’s true; feeling the blonde’s lips on your caused an abnormal flutter in the midst of all the throbbing.

“Baku–”

“Katsuki. Call me Katsuki right now.” he damn near growled.

It came out breathier than it was supposed to, but when saying his name, he let out another groan before pulling you back down for another kiss.

God– he’s a good kisser; a little whimper slipped out when he pulled away, only for him to smirk and lead you back to him

A spank throttled you back to your previous riding pace. His hands were everywhere, one gripped the fat of your ass while the other one cupped the back of your neck.

So many gratifying things were happening all at once, your head felt so clouded that you almost missed Bakugou muttering, “get your nut, princess. Ride my cock– Squeeze me just like that– shit!”

A hard shudder ran through your body as soon as his thumb circled over your clit, “fuck! Katsuki-”

“Cum, now.” he didn’t have to tell you twice.

Bakugou started meeting you halfway, aggressive thrusts full of strength gave way to you involuntarily contracting, “fuck, I’m going to-”

“Inside, please.” you whimper out, the spent feeling of him using you like a toy catching up with you.

“Fuck–” he hissed, his rams becoming spaced out, pounding the last of himself into you. Then after a heavy sigh, he relaxed into the hospital bed, not without pulling you close to him first.

His softening cock was still inside you but it was no bother. Contentness was all you could manage to feel; both of your breathing has managed to even out, and the glow of the candle was sleep-inducing.

With your head on his pectoral, you went to hold his toned bicep when suddenly, your eyes shot wide open in a fierce panic. Pushing yourself off of him, your gaze switches between his left arm and his face. “Oh my god, Katsuki, your arm? Are you okay?”

“It’ll get better once I rest, so come back over here and make yourself comfortable.”

Head less foggy now, you remembered that it was a fast-acting agent, giving you immediate relief and morally allowing you to resume your previous position.

“You were the one that called out my name, weren’t you?” Bakugou’s voice came out soft, a type you didn’t think could be achieved by the fiery man.

“what?” you whisper back, looking up at him.

“In the stadium, you called out my name after the smoke from the fire lifted.”

You felt blush rush to your cheeks, the call to look away from the blonde was never stronger.

“A-and?” you went ahead and closed your eyes, ready to avoid any confrontation.

“Cheer for me in the next trial.”

Peeking up at him one last time, Katsuki’s eyes were already closed, breathing becoming slower and slower.

[softer-ua]

Do you think there were signs Bakugou cared about Deku before the war arc? You don't just go from vehemently hating a person willingly sacrificing your life for them after a few months of being a bit less than hostile towards them, right? I don't know... Just need reassurance that Bakugou actually likes Deku from before the war arc because people are acting like his apology and sacrifice came out of nowhere

I absolutely do!

You’re right that deeply held opinions don’t switch on a dime. Bakugo has cared deeply about Deku and his safety from the very beginning

There’s a lot of instances I could choose from like his reaction to seeing Deku at the sludge incident or the USJ attack but I wanna focus on one I don’t think gets talked enough about

Bakugo’s reaction to everything in the sports festival is very telling to his feelings about Deku(mostly how he is derangedly obsessive about him) but imo none show more care than his reaction to his match against Uraraka

Right off the bat Bakugo takes this match way more seriously/personally than he’s taken any other opponent who wasn’t Deku all day.

If you remember he starts off the calvery battle unable to remember a single other classmates quirk or even really recognize them

And unlike Todo who singled Deku as a challenge or Kiri who forcefully introduced himself Uraraka never really did anything that really stood out against the others(it’s one of the reasons she declined Dekus help, she wants to push herself more)

Still Bakugo recognizes her and knows her quirk, and bothers to actually trash talk her something he doesn’t bother to do with his other opponents before or after this match

Sure he’s insulted/threatened them, and continues to after this, but he never taunts them with shit like “crying uncle”, that’s so far been reserved for Deku

(He says nearly nothing to Kiri or Tokoyami, although what he does say to Kiri is nearly identical to something Deku said in the previous match, but that’s a post for another day)

But now Uraraka is getting the same treatment, she’s a threat by proxy because Bakugo has Deku brainrot to the worst degree. He doesn’t know a damn thing about the rest of the class but he’s been paying close attention to who Dekus friends with

He knew anyone who hangs out with Deku would be smart and come to the field with a plan

He treated this match like he’s fighting Deku(again) because he knows that Deku’s the kind of person who would help her, and he believes Uraraka to be someone who would take that help, so in a way it’s Dekus big brain he’s going against now

The part I’m really the most focused on is that Bakugo blames her big move on Deku, not her rushing style or her decoy jacket ploy but just the big sacrificing move

He knew she’d come with a plan but when her big move was so self sacrificing that he doesn’t see it as just brainstorming with Deku, but that had to be Dekus idea entirely

Self sacrificing has to be Dekus idea, because only Deku is crazy enough to risk everything. Wherever Bakugo sees risk taken with near reckless drive he immediately associates it with Deku

And it happens in the worst way.

Bakugo was clearly expecting her to keep fighting and was totally shook when she just collapsed

Because Deku doesn’t collapse, Deku doesn’t ever call it quits

And Bakugo freezes, he doesn’t move a sweat drop more, he just stares. He didn’t even need Midnight to call a time out, he was already stunned into silence

I think her loss reaffirmed and brought to the surface all his underlying nagging fears, and it also made him realize who he was actually fighting and how distracted he was.

In Uraraka Bakugo sees exactly what he fears will someday play out for Deku, that Deku will one day exhaust himself, he’ll push himself past his breaking point, he’ll bet it all, and it just won’t be enough.

Where Uraraka recognizes she can’t move and gives in Deku would double down and rebrakes his broken bones

If Deku has even a shred of consciousness left in him he keeps going, no matter how much damage he does to himself, he’s had the same attitude of “you’ll have to knock me out if you wanna knock me down” since he was 4.

Uraraka leaves the festival tired with a scrap on her cheek, Deku leaves in double casts, a sling, and a scrap on his cheek because he broke himself beyond what their schools magic healer deemed herself physically capable and morally willing to do

Frankly I don’t think Bakugo’s question here was a snappy threat, but a genuine reflection of how he feels

And Bakugo in his Bakugo fashion tries to expand on that to Deku, and by that I mean he says almost exactly what he means but in such a way it nearly means nothing at all close to what he meant

and Deku, the lovable idiot, in his haste to stand up and support his friend completely misses the points Bakugo was actually trying to make

Bakugo didn’t have trouble fighting Uraraka, at least not physically, and he wasn’t trying to give Deku credit for what she pulled off.

No, his big trouble was not thinking about anything beyond Deku. He wasn’t paying attention to who he was fighting, he was stuck on WWDD(what would Deku Do) mode and watching Uraraka like a knock off Deku instead of an independent variable.

If he had been paying more attention to Uraraka-his opponent, instead of Uraraka-Deku’s friend, than maybe just maybe he’d have noticed what was happening and how there was a pattern to the way she rushed him.

But Deku’s just as likely to rush in seemingly blind and come up with a plan on the fly as he is to come up with an intricate plan 7 steps ahead of everyone

So Bakugo was so busy paying attention to everything he ended up paying attention to almost nothing, he basically fell for each one of her ploys and only his insane reaction time saved him

He had trouble with the sacrificial nature of her plan and how much it reminded him of Deku, he’s still having trouble with it when he runs into Deku.

The scheme and the trouble Deku caused were separate problems, each emphasized on their own panel. His accusation was a complete thought, his confession another monster altogether

A monster he technically didn’t finish explaining, he just trailed off and then Deku interrupted any continuation of that thought with his defense of Uraraka.

To which of course Bakugo had a strong rebuttal to-

So eloquently put Blasty, so glad we got your final thoughts on the matter wrapped up 👍🏼

(low key hc that between this time and current time Iida and Kaminari tutored him in communication skills)

So yeah there isn’t a single moment during the sports festival where Deku isn’t living rent free in Bakugo’s head, but the most concerning was how watching Uraraka be so reckless really upset him to his core

Like it was enough to have Bakugo actually try to have open dialogue, which really only ever happens when Bakugo’s gotta deal with seeing Deku play jump rope with his own mortality, and apparently watching it paralleled by someone else is enough

And that’s fun in retrospect because than Bakugo’s gets to watch Deku actually do way waaaay more reckless shit in his own matches, honestly Bakugo deserves a metal just for making it to the end of his last match before having a nervous breakdown 😅

Actually I think I could trace a direct line from this to this

But again a different thought bunny for a different day

[tiaetherealness]

Tease Me Once, Shame on You

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader

Warnings: College Au!, 18+, oral (m + f recieving), fingering, degradation, slight exhibitionism (they're both on camera), dacryphilia

WC: 1500

Authors note: Wow, this been in my drafts since the second week of me starting this writing blog lol. I'm happy to finally release it so, please enjoy!

You knew eventually it would bite you back in the ass.

A couple of weeks ago, your sweet, loving, tsundere boyfriend Katsuki had a zoom class and you decided to hang out in his dorm to bother him. His roommate was out so it was just the two of you. You were laying back on his bed, scrolling through social media to curb the neediness that was festering between your legs. You've been feeling restless since the beginning of the week and you and Bakugou have been busy with classes and work. Today is a bit more open for the both of you and it's a good time for some bonding. Unfortunately, Katsuki has to go through his 2PM class first.

Sighing, you threw your phone and watched it sink into the plush comforter. Turning, you propped your head with your right palm to watch your boyfriend.

He sat at his desk, clad in a tight black t-shirt and sweats that were taut against his spread thighs. Katsuki's cock was noticeable in the thin material, and your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the thickness. You licked your lips and turned your gaze to his face, his lips moving as he answered his professor. Feeling you stare, he turned his gaze to you and sent you a small smirk before muting himself. "Like what you see?"

"Always." You answered quickly. "Can't believe you're all mine."

He rolled his eyes at your possessive response but you see him preen. Cute...You thought to yourself. All this staring made you think of an idea....One that can get you in trouble. You waited for him to focus on his class again to make your move. Sitting up, you slowly made way to where he sat and squatted down. He glanced at you quickly and went back to paying attention to class. Good.

Your knees hit the wood floor as you crawled between the desk and the space between his open thighs. You sat up to the best of your abilities and placed your palms on his knees.

You heard a click above you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

You peaked up at him, your eyes gleaming in mischief. "I'm not going to do anything bad, Kat. Promise."

He raised a brow and mumbled something under his breath that suspiciously sounded like "yeah fuckin' right" before he turned his attention back to his class.

You started out massaging his thick muscles, squeezing them in appreciation. They had a small layer of fat but were obviously strong, a reminder of how hard Katsuki works to maintain his physique. You dug your thumb in the sensitive skin and felt the muscle jump. You looked up to make sure he wasn't watching before moving your hand a bit higher over the fabric. For a moment, you rubbed his inner thigh before shuffling a bit forward to mouth at his cock. He jumped at the heat of your mouth on him, glancing down to see your saliva dampening the fabric of his sweats with your eyes on him. Before he could say anything, his eyes turned back to the screen. There was a sound of a click before he started talking. Ah, his professor called on him.

You continued to run your mouth over his covered length until you leaned back. You slid your hands up to his waistband and pulled it down, his cock slipping out with a tilt on one side due to the weight. You always thought that Katsuki had a pretty cock. It's more on the thick side of things and the tip is a dusty pink that slowly turns red the more aroused he gets.

You noticed that he's only half hard, so you immediately gave a teasing lick to the head. You held the base of it as you continued your ministrations, slowly following a prominent vein with your tongue and using your other hand to fondle his balls.

Katsuki stifled a groan and quickly muted himself. "This don't look like nothin'"

You didn't reply, just made eye contact with him and you stuck the tip in your mouth. The taste of pre-cum stained your tastebud and you groaned at the saltiness. You watched Katsuki's eyes turn hazy as you sank yourself down halfway. He cursed and your eyes glimmered in mirth. Oh, how you love to torment your boyfriend when he's busy.

Feeling his cock swell larger in arousal, you started to bob your head. Your other hand started stroking the rest of his length.

"Shit—" Katsuki cursed as his eyes threatened to close. "You're such a fuckin' menace, aren't ya?"

A surge of boldness overcame you, and you pulled back completely.

"I always get what I want, Kat'. Not even you can stop me."

You sank down on his cock again, cutting Katsuki off from saying something, until your nose brushed against the blonde hair that rested there. You grabbed his knees as you bobbed your head up and down, listening to him stifle his groans while answering his professor questions. You felt his cock throb thrice before cum coated your tongue. Pulling back, you opened your mouth to show his cum before swallowing it.

He groaned seeing your throat bob after swelling his essence but jolted, realizing that his mic is still on and that his class heard him. The post-nut clarity immediately cleared and you watched Katsuki shoot out an excuse before muting himself. You snickered, not knowing that your boyfriend will remember this moment.

You should’ve been more careful with your actions then. It would save you from this situation you're in now. A challenged Katuski, who feels the need to prove a point, is between your legs. Everything is coming in full circle now. Only this time, he’s the one calling the shots.

"Kat'— ah— please! I d-don’t want my professor to— mhn—s-see me like this."

He gripped your thighs that rested over his shoulders, tongue working over your clit in harsh strokes. His tongue gave your overstimulated bud a rest, dipping lower to your folds where he stuck his tongue in your wetness. Your eyes fluttered close at the action and you grabbed his head to bring him closer.

You heard your professor’s voice coming from your laptop speakers, asking if you're alright. You snap your eyes open and unmute yourself.

"I-I'm alright professor, just felt—" Katsuki pulled back and swiped his tongue over your clit in quick strokes. "F-felt a sneeze coming on, but it didn't come out!"

They chuckled and made a joke, causing the rest of your classmates to laugh. You quickly mute yourself when you feel a moan tumble from your lips, and look down to see your boyfriend slide a finger in your wet walls.

He thrusts his finger in and out in a slow pace, curling it intermittently to find that spot that makes you wetter. With one last lick on your clit, he glanced up at you with a smirk curling at the edge of his lips.

"For someone who doesn’t want their professor to see them like this, you're surely making some lewd faces, hm? Fuckin' slut."

Your body heats up in shame, not denying what Katsuki said. Your face in the zoom box is showing eyes that glisten, tears threatening to fall with every push and pull of Katsuki's finger in your greedy cunt. You close your eyes so you won't see the visual, but it just made the tears finally fall.

Katuski tuts in disappointment when he sees the teardrop on his hand. "You shouldn’t be crying," he pushes another finger in and curls, hitting your g-spot. "You asked for this, baby."

You clamp down on his fingers, a sob pouring out of your slick lips as he speed up. "M'sorry 'suki!"

He didn't reply, going back to your clit that is throbbing in pleasure. Your legs closed around his head and he wordlessly opened them with the free hand he has. Your hand reaches down to grab a handful of blonde hair, pushing him closer. "I-I'm gonna cum...!"

Completely forgetting the fact that you're in the middle of a lecture, you rolled your hips, feeling the knot tightening in your stomach. The schlick schlick sounds of your cunt grew louder as your legs started to tremble.

When Katuski curled his fingers and licked your clit at the same time, the knot broke. You came with a loud sob, your toes curling in the carpet laid on the floor.

There was nothing but white noise as you slumped back into your chair. You didn't even feel when Katsuki pulled away completely, just riding out on the floaty feeling that your orgasm gave you. When you came to, it was to your professor calling your name and to a satisfied boyfriend who is watching you like a hawk.

"'I always get what I want Kat', not even you can stop me.' The same goes for me, huh princess?"

You couldn't even answer.

[justashthewriter]

Sweet and Spicy

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (GN – more feminine reader)

Genre/type: enemies to lovers, fluff, fanfic/scenario

Warning: swearing, Bakugou being Bakugou

Summary: You’re more of a feminine person. You like soft colors, aesthetic stuff, etc. One day Bakugou has to tutor you and somehow you end up in a relationship.

Notes: I realized that I have no idea what to write for this fanfic, so… Hope it’ll turn out good! Edit: Oops, forgot to post this yesterday.

Words: 475

17/24 – 24 days of writing.

*****

Sitting in a class, you couldn’t focus. Your thought always wandered to a certain blond-haired guy. You used to hate him for his attitude and explosive personality.

“(L/N)! Pay attention!” your teacher’s voice brought you back.

“Sorry, sensei!”

Uraraka looked at you with this smile, she knew about your crush. You turned away and listened to sensei.

“So, when are you going to tell him?” you rolled your eyes.

“I can’t!”

“Sure you can, look!” she turned you around.

Bakugou was watching you, but when he noticed your eyes on him, he scoffed and looked outside the window. You signed and smiled at Uraraka.

“We’re enemies.”

-

You weren’t stupid, but (class you’re not good at) was always your worst nightmare. You couldn’t understand anything, and it pissed you off. Now you had to bother someone.

“Bakugou’s going to tutor you, (L/N),” Aizawa couldn’t pair you up with anyone else.

After that, you went to the dorms with loud steps behind your back. Someone grabbed your forearm and pushed you back.

“Hey, dumbass, I have to tutor you,” a red-eyed boy was standing behind you.

You laughed: “You don’t have to, I’ll just ask Midoriya.”

“Meet me at 5 in the common room. Don’t be late.”

-

You wore a pale (F/C) sweater and (e.g. skirt/leggings). In the right hand you held your notebooks and in the left a tea.

“Finally,” he said angrily, “now c’mon before I change my mind.”

You nodded and followed him to his room. He opened the door and let you in. Sitting on bed, you looked around.

“Nice room, Bakugou.”

“What do you not understand?” he pointed to your books.

“Oh, right.”

He explained everything and asked you some questions. After that, you understand it a bit more. He even helped you with the homework sensei gave you.

“Thanks!” you laughed and hugged him.

He froze under your touch, but after a while hugged you back.

“I actually have to talk to you,” he mumbled.

“I’m listening.”

Bakugou exhaled: “I heard you talking to Round face today.”

You swallowed, he heard you talk about him being your crush. Now you were in so much trouble. What if he really hates you? What if he’s gonna reject you? What if…?

“I don’t hate you, I…” he looked away, “I kinda like you, too.”

He reached to hold your hand. His hands were a little sweaty, but you didn’t care.

“You do?”

“Don’t make me say it again, Softy.”

“Hey!”

-

Everyone was surprised to see you two holding hands the next day. Even Uraraka watched you in disbelieve.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re dating?”

“We only got together yesterday,” you smiled at the blond-haired guy.

He had this proud grin on his face.

“So (Y/N)? Didn’t know you liked soft (e.g. boys/girls/persons),” Kaminari couldn’t shut up about it.

Ash, 18.12.2021

[kiridarling]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐄

d.kaminari and h.sero | f!reader + corruption + weed/shotguning + praise + threesome + more! minors dni!

— 3.6k words

"I knew I wanted you the second I saw you."

Denki’s addicted to the pre-concert high.

His veins hum with a song that has yet to start, fingers drumming some mixed beat on the body of his electric guitar as he assumes his place on the dark stage. The theater’s dead silent, the room suspended in a titilating anticipation—and the steady rhythm Denki's heart dissapates into chaos when the faint crack of Eijirou's drumsticks bounce off the walls, and the click in his earpiece begins.

Eijirou hits the kick drum once. Twice. Then his hands fly across the set in a flurry, the rolling beat echoing into the packed arena and spurring the crowd to explode, fans flying to their feet to render their vocal cords for the night.

As the other instruments fill the blank space, Denki's hand grips the back of his guitar's neck, on hold for his solo, and by the time the electric blond steps up to the mic, pavlov's theory has already kicked in overdrive.

"Who’s ready to feel good tonight?”

“Dude, I’m on fucking fire!” Denki vibrates, nearly glowing in comparison to his bandmates as they sift through a flurry of fans at a meet and greet. It always seems like Denki and Eijirou are the only ones with energy after a good show—but what can he say? Being on stage lights him up like a live wire.

"You said that last concert, buddy," Hanta snorts, before his a fan ran sacks his attention by shoving a tiara into his hairline.

"And? My point still stan—" Denki cuts himself off with a gasp as a bra slings across his face, followed by a burst of pain when the metal hits him in the cheek. He peels the lacy thing off with an eye on the audience and an eyebrow raised in question, unsure of what to do with the undergarment (other than put it on) until someone screams:

“Sign it!”

Denki shrugs and pops the Sharpie cap with his teeth to sign the crest of both cups before flinging it back into the audience—he can only pray it pinpoints its rightful owner before the meet and greet ends.

Katsuki clicks his tongue (because he hates these events) and as the next round of fans lineup in front of their table, Eijirou stretches like this is a sport, saying, “Guess it’s go-time.”

"Go-time is when we perform," Katsuki grumbles in the seat to Denki’s right. "Go-time is when we're in the studio makin' a goddamn album, not meeting crazy fuckin' fans—no, I’m not gonna marry you, you obsessed fuckin—“

“Oh, you're just salty you're not popular with the ladies~“ Denki gushes, wiggling his eyebrows, and a fan hands him a canvas the size of his upper body. “Un—oh wow, did you make this for me—Unlike me, of course.”

"Okay, pretty boy." Hanta rolls his eyes, before signing a phone case and returning it to an overzealous fan. With a hand covering his mouth, he whispers, “Can you believe this guy? So full of himself, I swear.”

The fan giggles and Hanta meets the blushing cheeks with a satisfied smirk. Denki huffs from the disrespect, crossing both arms over his chest. “Full of myself? It’s not my fault I’m sexy—*an autograph? Of course!"

Katsuki chuckles, scratching under his chin with ink blue fingertips, "Call yourself sexy one more fuckin’ time and I'm projectile vomiti—no, I'm not signing your tits, give me a goddamn paper or somethin—"

"What?” Denki scoffs, chest collapsing with the disbelief that one could make such a lie. “I'm literally the definition of I'm sexy and I kno—"

"Um, excuse me?"

His gesticulations freeze at the passive voice, arms stretched wide and to the sky, and Denki knows he has to look absolutely ridiculous as he blinks down at the next person in-line; who's stood with bambi eyes and such a sweet smile the electric blond thinks it might make him sick.

"I-I'm your biggest fan! Could you—um, please sign this for me?"

She comes alive, shoving a poster into his chest with pink cheeks and shifty irises. Out of all the bras, all the breasts he's been asked to sign today, and here you are, with your pocket-sized poster and your lamb countenance. Denki beams.

"Of course, Sweetness! What's your name?"

"[Y/N]!" you say, giggling, and it's so. Cute. Denki opens the Sharpie and struggles to focus on signing instead of your gorgeous fucking face.

"Anything specific you'd like me to say?"

And he knows there's a rule—there always are when it comes to these things, and it's simple: don't fuck the fans. As tempting as it is, don't invite them back to your hotel room because there are too many uncertainties, and if something leaks to the press that’s possibly career ending, that’s it. So, Denki holds his tongue. For the future of himself and the band.

"Uhm, just write what you want! I...I think I'd like it best if it was authentic and came straight from you, so."

Fuck. Of course she does.

And maybe Denki just can't help it when he leans down to speak, perhaps a little lower, "You want something more authentic, cutie?"

You light up like a kid on Christmas, gasping, "Yes please Mr. Kaminari!"

So eager, too.

"Awe, you can call me Denki if you'd like," he coos, and you nod so quickly he starts to worry about whiplash. "Meet me out back, in the alley behind the venue if you wanna get to know me better. Sound like a deal?”

"O-Okay!" You nod, and when he returns your sign you grip it tight between both hands. "I'll um, see you soon Mr. Kami—I mean, D-Denki!"

You flush from the mix up and bow in apology, and Denki knows he's made the right choice when you light up, indicating you have no idea what he meant at all.

"Row row row your boat, gently down the stream," you hum, sniffling. You’re unsure if your nose is running, it's too frozen to tell, and it has you patting to confirm it’s presence. With your hands stuffed in your pockets and a jacket wrapped tight around your body, you'd think you'd be warm, but no.

The alley is dark. It's dank enough that you can smell it and you're positive what you're dancing in is vomit, but none the matter—today, you met your favorite band. Literally the people you'd die for.

"Merrily, merrily," kicking the loose rocks in the gravel every which way, you enjoy the sound of them scattering against the surrounding brick walls. "Merrily, merrily..."

"Life is but a dream," a voice finishes, a yelp rips from your throat and you jump twenty feet in alarm. But you’d know that voice anywhere; Denki chuckles at your reaction and it has you recoiling with timidity, unprepared for the surprised audience. "You have a lovely voice, Cutie. You should use it more often."

"I..." but you're not exactly sure what to say to that, knowing Denki's heard so many professional voices in his career to last a lifetime, and yet yours is lovely. "T-Thank you."

Denki watches your reaction with a hum and a smile, his visible breath escaping between the slit of his lips and into the cool air.

"Of course, Cutie."

Another voice sighs, shattering the friction that fills your gut when Denki gives you that look. You're not sure what to call it, but it makes you shiver, and that's enough to make you to run and hide.

"...Denki, who's this?"

"Um," the blond places his frozen hands in his pockets and swivels his head around to Hanta, guilty written all over his face. "A fan?"

Hanta sighs again, head tilting to the right in exhausperation, “Denki—"

"I know, I know," the electric blond sighs, waving him off. "But it's fine as long as we don't get caught, right?"

Hanta's black hair threatens to fall into his face so he combs through it, and you try not to drool at the sight of his bicep flexing. "Yeah, until we get caught."

A honk blares and it has you shrieking, to reveal a parked tour bus in the alley once the lights flicker on. Denki points the car keys at the vehicle and the doors swing open. "Awe c'mon, don't be a sour puss. It's a one-time thing, alright?"

Hanta's eyes narrow into slits.

"Seriously, dude! I'm a man of my word! On God."

The noirette's shoulders sag, but he waltzes around both of you to get on the bus. Over his shoulder, he warns, "Denki I swear to fucking god—"

"I'll be careful, I'll be careful~" he singsongs, hopping onto the stairs after the pianist. When Denki notices not you're not moving, he stills at the top step. "You coming, [Y/N]?"

"O-Oh, am I um, am I allowed?" You ask, biting your cheek at the thought of what Hanta just said as you peer around the electric blond’s body. Denki snorts, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, you're allowed," he exits the bus, only to tug you on via your collar. "Now c'mon! Let's have some fun, yeah?"

"Okay!"

Denki steers you through the bus and into a space that looks a bit like a living room, with a couch, tv, and a makeshift kitchen in the corner. Following Denki to the kitchen, you look around.

"Where are Kirishima and Bakugou?"

"Out drinking," Denki tosses, flicking open a RedBull. You wonder if this is always the post-concert routine. Hanta fiddles in with something on the couch, but he still has yet to look you in the eyes tonight, even when you ask him:

"What are you doing?"

It seems he didn't realize you’ve relocated from the kitchen to the couch next to him from the noirette nearly jumps. The green stuff in his fingers crumbles, and you scrunch your nose at the smell.

"It stinks," you add. Denki snorts, jumping onto the cushion to your right. There isn’t a whole lot of room and his addition causes your shoulders to slush between the two of them, but it’s strangely comfortable.

"It's weed," he explains like it's obvious. "You smoke, Cutie?"

"Obviously not," you and Hanta say at the same time. You turn his way, and for the first time that night, Hanta looks you in the eyes—and it's a smile, with his eyes crinkling in the corners, but there's...something else. Something else hidden behind the thinnest veil that makes you cower, if ever so slightly.

Something feral.

Denki, unaware of the crushing grip your hand has around your thigh, huffs, and tosses the energy drink down his gullet, "It was a genuine question! Geez."

"What are you doing?" You ask again, and the electric blond whimpers from being ignored.

"Rolling a joint," he utters, lifting the paper to his lips to lick the length. You watch, semi-disgusted, as Hanta finally folds over the last bit of paper around the crest of the joint, gluing it together.

"Know what a joint is?" The noirette implores.

"Yeah," you breathe, shifting at the new closeness Denki provides when you feel his chest against your back. "My roommate smokes, so."

Hanta taps it on a tray, or what Denki describes as "packing it down," before twisting the tip and tossing it back onto the tray in conclusion. Denki cheers.

"Aha! The joint-rolling master has blessed us! Everyone say thank you, joint-rolling master."

"Thank you, joint-rolling master!" You giggle when Hanta's face turns a ruddy red. He reaches over to pop Denki upside the head. Denki gasps, before lunging to return the favor, and you squeal from being jostled between two men.

"Okay," when Denki returns to his seat he's panting and so is the noirette. He picks the joint off the tray and though there isn't much room, turns so he's facing you, your legs smushed against his body indian style. "You ready, Cutie?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," you huff, swinging your arms in preparation despite the lack of space. Just in case.

Hanta snorts, holding the joint to your lips, and Denki raises the lighter and raises it to the end until it's hot enough to burn on its own.

“Now suck."

You do, cheeks puffing, and you blow the smoke straight in Denki's face. It's...a lot.

"Not quite," Hanta chuckles, and flips you via the waist so you're facing him. Denki whines from the change but finds solace in hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Suck, and then inhale. Act like it's a big breath—you gotta hold it in your lungs for a sec."

"Okay," you assert with a nod, eyes burning with a new determination. When Hanta holds it to your lips, you suck and inhale, and start coughing your throat raw, in a flurry of smoke and tears, eyes watering and nose burning. You scramble for water, but by the time you get some, the only thing that's left to soothe is a sore throat.

"Here," Denki offers, grabbing the joint before flipping you his way again. "Take smaller hits, like this."

Denki's mouth wraps around the tip and smoke pours from his lips so smoothly you're determined to do the same. With a raised eyebrow, he passes it back to you, and though it takes a moment, you try again.

The back of your throat tingles but the glide is much smoother, and you find that it doesn't burn on your next exhale. So you do it again. And again. And agai—

"Okay," Hanta picks the joint from your fingers with a click of his tongue, before taking a hit himself. You frown, making grabby hands.

"Hey, wai—"

"Nu-uh," he tuts, pushing you down by your forehead. "You'll feel it soon enough, trust me."

You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. Hanta gives you nothing but a raised eyebrow as he takes another hit, and you're convinced it's to taunt you. "I'm not eve—"

But then the world blurs, a bit, and your legs hum in a way they haven't before; it's warm and it's nice, and it has you blinking down at your hands in bewilderment. Whoa.

"And there she goes," Denki announces, and somehow seized the joint from the noirette when you weren't looking. Your mouth drops to say something, but all you can produce is a light giggle before it melts into a guffaw that only comes straight from the gut, your hands trying to soothe your cramping belly. Tears come to your eyes fairly easily, and when Hanta asks if you're okay he sounds like he's underwater, and that's enough to send you flying through another fit of laughs.

"I—y-yeah, I'm just—just fine," you snort behind a hand, chest spasming as you finally gather yourself enough to calm down. "I'm good. Mhm."

"Yep. Totally fine," Hanta says, but something in his tone suggests he doesn't believe you at all.

You nod, biting your bottom lip to avoid another laugh attack with your hands bunching the bottom of your shirt for extra purchase. Hanta narrows his eyes while taking another hit, so you sock him in the shoulder with a huff. "Stop looking at me like that."

The noirette snorts, "Like what?"

"Like..." you start strong, but falter under his eyes. "Like you want to eat me."

Hanta hums at the comment but says nothing, and you're not sure if your mind fabricated the quick look he gives the electric blond sat behind you. Denki speaks first.

"Do you know what shotgunning is, [Y/N]?"

You frown, "Like a shotgun?"

"So no," Hanta answers for you.

"Here," Denki offers, turning you again. Plucking the nub of a joint from the noirette, he takes a big hit before picking your face up by the jaw and hovering your lips over yours. You're not sure what to do, but once your lips connect, smoke fills your lungs, and you don't exhale until Denki pulls away. You blink, a little dazed.

You just kissed Denki Kaminari.

"Feel good?" He asks, never leaving your personal space. You nod, and he grins. "Wanna do it again?"

Your hands fist his shirt, teeth tearing the inside of your cheek due to the amount of embarrassment this question encourages. "I wan—can we do it again but without the um...without the smoke?"

Denki's hands find your hips and it's hard for him to contain a sly smirk, biting his lips to move in on his prey.

"I knew I waned you the second I saw you."

Denki's lips feel much better when he puts a little weight into the kiss, pinning you between him and the noirette. You're not exactly sure what you're doing but he takes the lead, titling his head and kissing harder, rougher, so your lips are pink and swollen by the time he pulls away.

"A-Another," you whimper, tightening your grip around his tee.

Denki hums in contemplation, picking your head up by your chin. "Ask nicely, Cutie."

Flushing deeper, your eyes dart to the coffee table.

“Another, please."

"Good girl," Denki coos, and he's propping you up against Hanta's chest. You shiver at the comment, finding purchase on Hanta's thighs as Denki kisses you on the lips again. "Wanna feel even better?"

"Yes," you nod vehemently. "Yes please."

Denki hums at that, climbing down your body as his hands glide from your waist to the band of your pants. You frown, "What—What are you doing?"

"Eating you out, Cutie," the electric blond says, hands freezing once his thumbs dip under your waistband. "That okay?"

"Oh okay," you breathe, relaxing against Hanta's chest. "Y-Yeah, that's fine."

Denki rips your pants off at that, tossing them towards the corner of the room and ultimately, to a place you'll probably never find them. Pushing your panties to the side, he licks his lips at the sight of your pussy, and flicks your clit with a smirk. You jump.

"H-Hey, that's not—"

He flattens his tongue against your slit and chuckles when you shudder, and after tossing both of your legs over his shoulders. You're not sure what he does after that though, because Hanta picks your face up by the chin and presses his lips to yours.

Denki slides a finger inside and you squeal against Hanta's chapped lips. You hear the electric blond moan, readjusting himself between your thighs, before you finally peel your lips off the noirette's, chest having from lack of oxygen.

"Such a pretty pussy, Baby," Denki gushes before his warm lips fold around your clit and he sucks, humming in surprise when you buck against his mouth. Hanta hooks his chin around your shoulder with a second joint dangling between his lips—and where it came from is beyond you.

Once he exhales, the joint finds its way between your lips and he instructs you to inhale, and the head rush afterwards has you digging your head into his chest.

"You're so wet, holy shit," Denki pulls away, lips strawberry pink and glossed with slick as he trades his both for his thumb and inserting another finger. It crooks just right and that's enough to make your hips buck, nails carving crescents in Hanta's thighs.

“T-There,” you whimper, wiggling your hips again, and Denki grins, thumb pressing into your clit. Your thighs quiver with the strain it takes to hold them back and Hanta’s calloused hands skip to your waist after dropping the burning joint off in the tray.

“Pull his hair,” the noirette commands, but you hesitate, hands glued to his thighs. Hanta sighs, reaching over you to tug for himself.

“Mph—fuck!” Denki’s eyelids flutter as he moans into your pussy with a new passion, his hands wrapping around your thighs to hold you in place. You gasp at his reaction, fingers scrambling under Hanta’s own to thread through his electric blond hair.

“Move your hips—grind against his face, c’mon,” Hanta’s grip tightens around your waist as he offers the suggestion, and you whimper with a nod before your bucking into Denki’s mouth without abandon. As the noirette trails butterfly kisses up the column of your neck, the coil in your gut snaps, and you barely have time to squeak out a warning before you’re flooding Denki’s mouth.

“Good girl...ride it out—there you go,” Hanta coos, biting your ear. You shiver as Denki pulls away with a final (and obscene) slurp, grinning like he didn’t just shatter you to pieces with nothing but his tongue and fingers.

Denki’s lips are on yours in a blink—you moan, legs still buzzing from the afterglow as you weakly grope for the small hairs on the back of his neck.

“Taste good, don’t ya?” He says with a click of a tongue after pulling away.

“I guess so,” you flush, the humiliation from so shamelessly digging your heels into Denki’s back finally settling in. Hanta reaches under your arm for Denki’s chin.

“What? Want a taste too?” The electric blond giggles, wiggling his eyebrows. Hanta snorts.

“If you could be so kind.”

Denki hums at that, placing a hand on your inner thigh for balance as he slams his lips on the noirette’s for the first time that night. He dives straight for the kill, tongue and teeth and everything, and Denki moas when Hanta’s teeth sink into his bottom lip; you find that you like it a lot.

Though eventually you tired of watching, and press the heel of your hand on Hanta’s hard cock through the fabric of his jeans. The pianist hisses, and you grin—you’ve got their attention now.

“Whoa Sweetheart, what are y—“

“I...I want more,” you assert despite the tremor in your voice. Hanta raises an eyebrow in question which has you pressing harder in hopes he’ll cave just as easily as before. Just in case, you add, “Please.”

Denki redirects your attention by squishing your cheeks until you’re looking him in the eyes. With dark eyes, he says, “You sure you want more, Cutie?”

You nod despite the restriction, “Wanna...wanna get to know you better.”

You watch Denki’s pupils dialate at that, and he can’t even hold back a groan when he says:

“Gods, Baby. We’re going to ruin you.”

unpopular opinion: bakugou's the bassist and kirishima's the drummer. fight me.

not me projecting 12yo sun's fantasy of getting railed in the tour bus by 5sos um—

[lxvislxdy]

Lock and Key | Bakugou K.

Summary: It all started out as a harmless prank - Denki’s idea, to get the two of you to talk. It was no secret that you had feelings for Bakugou Katsuki, at least, not amongst your friends. Denki had meant well, sure, when he’d handcuffed the two of you together, but when the key goes missing... well, let’s just say, it’s gonna be a long 24 hours.

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader

Warning(s): Swearing, that should be it

Notes: Reminder that my requests are open! Let me know what you’d like to see on my page! Hope you enjoy this cute little fic for Bakugou :) I just wanted to write something soft and lighthearted, and cute, so this is that.

You were going to kill Denki. That is, if Bakugou didn’t get to him first.

“Calm down, Bakubro! Murdering one of our classmates would not be very manly of you!”

And if it wasn’t for Kirishima, holding Bakugou back with all of his strength and giving you a sympathetic look as you were dragged along, Denki would’ve been toast. Literally. 

“Look, man, I’m sorry!” Denki was saying, hiding behind Mina and Sero, “It’s just a prank, dude, a joke! Don’t kill me!” 

“I’m gonna end you, spark plug!” Bakugou growled, “Get over here and get this shit off of me!”

Sero, barely holding back his laughter, said, “Aw, come on, Bakugou, I wouldn’t call y/n ‘shit’!”

For a moment, Bakugou blinks like he’s stunned, but then his murderous glare returns ten fold. “That’s... That’s not even what I meant, dunce face! I meant the handcuffs! Get. Them. OFF!”

You know, from the look Mina is sending you, that you’re blushing. 

“Okay!” Kaminari scrambles out from behind the two, smiling sheepishly as he searches all his pockets, “No worries, man, let me just... let me... get the... key...”

Bakugou finally settles down, and you breathe a sigh of relief as he drops his hand, yours falling with it. You rub at your wrist lightly, eyebrows drawn together. You’d been handcuffed to Bakugou for almost ten minutes now, and your wrist was already sore from being yanked around so much. 

“What’s taking so long, dunce face?” Bakugou grumbles.

“Well, you see, uhm... okay, listen, don’t be... don’t be mad, bro, just...” Kaminari laughs, eyes wide in fear, voice dropping so low you could hardly hear him, “I can’t exactly find it.”

You yelp in surprise as Bakugou activates his quirk, feeling the heat against the back of your hand. 

“What did you say?!” 

Everyone winces as he yells, face almost as red as Kirishima’s hair. 

“Careful, dude, don’t burn her!” Kirishima says, hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. 

Bakugou shoves him off, but listens to him nonetheless, and the heat subsides. 

“It’s okay, Kiri, I’m fine.” You tell him quietly. 

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” Denki says, guiltily. 

“Yeah, you’re about to be real sorry.” Bakugou says, “If you don’t get these off in the next five seconds!”

“Look, let’s just calm down for a minute, okay?” You say, stepping between the two. You feel Bakugou’s arm tug back against yours, as you move farther away from him, and your blush deepens. “Sorry. Anyway... why don’t we just see if Momo can make an extra key? Right?"

“That’s a good idea!” Kirishima says, optimistically. “See? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” Kaminari scratches his head.

“Because you’re an idiot.” Bakugou mutters darkly.

Mina purses her lips, shifting back and forth on the balls of her feet. “Yeah, that would be great... Except Momo is visiting her parents, and won’t be back till later tonight.”

And just like that, Bakugou explodes again. “WHAT?!”

...

After a stressful call with Momo, involving Bakugou taking the phone from Mina not once, but twice, and telling her to ‘get her and her stupid ass ponytail back to UA NOW!’, it’s finally decided that you’ll just have to wait it out. Even Bakugou can’t say he’d rather go to Aizawa, because explaining this meant explaining the handprint shaped burns in Denki’s door.

Of course, Momo promises to help as soon as she’s back, but that’s still hours and hours away. 

Bakugou, who still practically had steam coming out of his ears, sat beside you on the couch silently. Across from you, the rest of the group watched in sympathy (and fear). No one dared to break the silence, in fear he’d blow up on them again. You couldn’t say you blamed them. 

“Come on.” Bakugou’s sudden command startles you.

“What? Where are we going?” You ask, following his lead and standing up (you were getting dragged along, either way). 

He rolls his eyes, sighing, “I don’t know, but I’m not just gonna sit around like an idiot all day.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, marching out of the room. You look over your shoulder on your way out, a silent cry for help, and Denki has the audacity to give you a thumbs up and wink. You glare at him, sending your friends into a laughing fit.

“What are they laughing at?” Bakugou mutters, brow raised.

You flush in embarrassment, shrugging. “Dunno.”

The two of you eventually end up in the kitchen. You knew Bakugou could cook, everyone did because he regularly kicked everyone out of the kitchen so he could, but you’d never actually seen him in action. He was much calmer now that the two of you were alone, but the scowl never left his face. 

After a few minutes of awkwardly trailing behind him as he gathered ingredients, you mustered up the courage to ask, “Can I help?”

He doesn’t answer for a moment, and you begin to think he’ll just ignore you, before he’s handing you a spoon. “You stir while I chop vegetables. I don’t trust you with a knife.”

Ignoring the backhanded comment, you take the spoon from him, happy he’s letting you help. You stir with one hand, resting the other on the counter beside him, so he can use both hands to chop the vegetables. It’s not easy, trying to cook while handcuffed to the angry blonde, but the two of you eventually find a rhythm. 

“So what are you making?” You ask, turning to look at him. His focus is all on what he’s doing, and he looks so serious you try your best not to giggle. Does Bakugou ever just... relax? Still, the way his lower lip just barely juts out and his brow furrows, when he concentrates hard, is really cute.

“We’re making zosui.” 

You’re heart does a little flip as he says ‘we’. He doesn’t mean anything by it, you know that, but you still have to turn away in an attempt to hide your smile. As mad as you were at Denki, you had to admit that being able to actually spend time with Bakugou doing something so... normal, domestic? It was nice. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time daydreaming about a moment like this (except, in your daydreams, you weren’t handcuffed, and maybe there was kissing involved), but you’d never thought it would actually happen. The only time you got to spend time with him outside of class, normally, was if you asked for help with the homework or agreed to spar. But that was rare, these days. Bakugou normally sparred with Kirishima, anyway, and you always felt like a bother when you asked for help. 

Sneaking another look at Bakugou, you find he’s already looking at you. He takes the spoon from you, gently bumping his hip into yours to move you out of the way, and you watch as he adds the veggies to the soup. As he stirs them in, he asks you to hand him the spices he’d set out beforehand. 

“What, have you never seen someone cook before?” He asks.

You laugh sheepishly, “I ate a lot of microwave dinners growing up.”

The look he gives you is incredulous, borderline angry, and he scoffs. “You’re kidding. That shits terrible for you!” 

You laugh, wrinkling your nose. 

He meets your eyes for a moment, lips parted slightly, and you raise a brow at him. Before you can ask, his attentions is back on the soup, and he’s quiet again.

It doesn’t take long for the soup to be done, then, after he adds the rice. And you have to admit, even though you hadn’t helped much, you do feel a sense of accomplishment when you sit down to eat a meal that you made yourself. 

The two of you sit down beside each other, forced to scoot your chairs so close that your thighs are almost touching. Surprisingly, he doesn’t complain.

“Thank you,” You say quietly, before digging in. “Wow! This is delicious!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” He rolls his eyes, but you recognize the slightly smug look on his face. “You helped.”

You giggle, bumping shoulders with him. “Sure, but you’re the chef, here!”

He hid it behind another bite of food, but you could have sworn you saw him smile, too. 

The two of you finish your meal in silence, Bakugou waiting with surprising patience for you to finish eating, before putting the bowls in the sink. 

“Thanks.”

He gives you a look, “For what?”

For being so nice.

“For teaching me how to cook!” 

He shrugs, muttering out ‘whatever’ in reply. 

“So... what do you want to do know?” You ask, hoping his tolerance for your company would last. 

You end up back in his dorm, awkwardly huddled together at the head of his bed. He was reading, as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone. The silence wasn’t awkward, like you’d thought it would be. It was comfortable, almost calming. You found yourself getting tired, the more you sat there. 

Eventually growing bored of your phone, you turned to see what Bakugou was reading, and started reading the pages yourself. You didn’t think he’d noticed, until he slipped his finger behind the next page to turn it, and paused. 

“You done?” He said, quiet and soft, his cheeks tinted the slightest pink. 

Your eyes widened, blushing, “Uh, yeah. S-Sorry.”

He turned the page without another word, looking at you from the corner of his eye. You tried to ignore him, pretending to read, before he sighed. 

And then, Bakugou began to read to you. 

“W-What are you doing?”

He stopped, narrowing his eyes. “Reading, dumbass.” He snapped. “You read slower than me, it’s annoying.”

Despite the backhanded remark, you grinned. “Oh. Okay.” 

He started again, sounding significantly less irritated, and you tried to slow the beating of your heart. In all the times you’d imagined hanging out with Bakugou, you had never thought of something this sweet. You especially hadn’t anticipated his voice ever being this soft, and calming. 

As he read to you, you shifted closer, eventually resting your head on his shoulder. He faltered for a minute, hiding his fumble with a cough, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge it. It wasn’t until he reached the end of the next chapter that he realized you’d fallen asleep. 

And he definitely wasn’t blushing, no, not Bakugou.

Hours later, when Momo and all your friends piled into his room, he whispered harshly, “Wake her up, and I’ll kill you!”

Maybe Denki’s plan had worked out, after all. 

[teklarn]

hi, this is my first ever ask so I'm not sure I'm doing this correctly, if that's the case I'm sorry; I don't know how tumblr works just yet >:')

would it be possible for you to write something about bakugo, pining incredibly hard for fem!reader and initially hating how strongly he feels about her? because they're not even friends, they only exchange few words occasionally and she doesn't even glance at his way whereas he slowly finds himself unable to divert his eyes from her during classes? shes always with damn deku and his friends and doesn't even seem interested in him at all but his heart can't ignore the way she looks at him proudly whenever they spar together, the way she sends him small confident smiles as they fight each other with all they have; so he thinks that maybe, maybe he might have a chance. basically bakugo liking reader so much he's completely lost in self-hatred because he always thought feelings were for weak romantics and not great people like him, but everytime he sees reader doing some badass things (again, like sparring with him and basically matching his skills etc...) he's reminded of how badly he likes reader? but when he finally accepts he's fallen for reader, after ignoring and trying to forget about how she makes him feel, he masters up the courage to confess? and it's a very clumsy confession because he's awkward and has no idea how to deal with those feelings? and he tries so hard to make reader realise he's never been more serious than now? and reader is startled and speechless before rejecting him? and at that point he's just completely humiliated, so he nods and walks away.

it might be a little dramatic but I've always been into unrequited love and one-sided pining. thank you, its okay if you don't want to write about this, i'll understand <33

𝓫𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓪𝓵 - 𝓴. 𝓫𝓪𝓴𝓾𝓰𝓸𝓾

character(s): katsuki bakugou x fem!reader (my hero academia) 

reblogs are greatly appreciated! 

a/n: AHHHHH this is so cute <33 honestly this is super exciting for me and this ask made me so happy, lovey. i’m fairly new to tumblr, i’m usually just a reader but i wanted to migrate here from wattpad so this made me so happy. here u are my love <33 i hope this lives up to what u wanted !! :)) a bit lengthy, but i had a lot of fun writing it !!! 

summary: bakugou finds he’s rejecting his feelings for you in fear of becoming weak, however he just can’t seem to ignore you. 

genre: fluffy, fluffier than the clouds istg, however the clouds are sprinking a little teeny weeny droplet of angst. 

warnings: cursing (bakugou, duhh), one-sided pining (on bakugou’s part) second hand embarrassment (on bakugou’s part bc we can all agree he’s a complete idiot when it comes to trying to get someone’s attention), just bakugou being a jackass, i gave the reader a quirk 

word count: 3,859 

(pls excuse any typos or mistakes, i edited to the best of my ability but i miss some things sometimes !) 

- - - 

part 2 is here my loves <3

brutal. it was utterly ruthless. he couldn’t focus, couldn’t think right. his hands were already exceptionally sweaty, but gosh when he saw your damn face, he was ready to explode. literally. 

what the hell was it about you? was it your stupid smile? or the way you just seemed to carry every battle on your back? was it all the undeniably sweet things you do for others ‘just because’? 

it made him angry that he thought about you, but gosh he couldn’t wait to see you every day. 

just like any other day, bakugou found himself staring at the large door to the classroom, awaiting the moment you would bounce into his day, skirt shifting around your legs, bag slung loosely around your shoulders. 

his leg was bouncing eagerly. 

bakugou didn’t know when the feelings came. his cheeks just started flaring up all of a sudden and one day you just looked...different. you hadn’t done anything different to yourself. it was just him. not that he would ever admit that, to you or anybody else. 

you were insufferable. you were stupid and obnoxious and so...so damn... 

“y/n! come look at this!” 

you’d come walking into class just as expected, and as soon as you did, that stupid nerd had called you over. 

it didn’t help that deku sat right behind him, either. the two of you had recently gotten closer. bakugou noticed it last month when he yelled at the two of you to shut up about all might and get to work. he’d turned around to find you leaning over deku, hands resting on his shoulders while you peered at his phone. 

“sorry, bakugou,” you’d said, barely acknowledging him. you had waved him off like an annoying fly. is that all you were to him? some nuisance that got in the way of your oh-so-entertaining conversations with deku? 

all he heard nearly every day was your chipper voice talking to deku. always, “oh my gosh, midoriya, did you see the fight edgeshot was in last night?” or “midoriya! i have something to add to our quirk analysis book!” 

that was the one that took the cake. you two dorks shared a notebook, occasionally passed between one another, and filled it with junk about quirks and pro heroes. but no matter how much he tried to tune you out, no matter how he tried to zone off and think about something else, you were always there. it made him want to vomit how much he thought about you. 

you were doing an adorable shuffle over to midoriya’s desk and leaned over the table as you usually did while he angled his phone your way. “did you see this hero report?” 

deku let you slip the phone out of his grasp to get a better look. 

“no,” you breathed. “was this just recent?” 

“yeah,” deku said, taking the phone back. “last night.” 

“holy—” 

“can you guys shut up over there?” bakugou said, his voice quaking. 

“sorry, kacchan.” deku scrolled through the article. 

dammit, bakugou thought. “i wasn’t talking to you, nerd. i was talking to shitface over here.” he jerked his head towards you. his eyes flared in anger when he saw you were looking down at your phone, now focused in on the article yourself. “i was talking to you, asshat!” 

your eyes flicked up to his. you looked around for a moment before slowly pointing to yourself as if to say, “me?” 

his face scrunched. “yeah, you. you’re so damn loud.” gosh, he hated how his voice was cracking, how he could feel his ears and cheeks lighting up in a swollen, cherry red. his stomach flipped. 

she’s looking at you, gosh i’m sweating. i’m going to throw up. she’s so gorgeous. what the hell? they’re ugly as shit, i don’t think anything of them. 

his eyes bore into yours. 

“did you...need something?” 

your voice broke his trance. 

“kacchan, are you okay? you dozed off there for a second. you look like you’re burning up.” 

bakugou looked to deku who was currently stretching out of his seat, arm extended. he pressed the back of his hand to bakugou’s forehead. “you’re really warm, kacchan. should we call recovery girl?” 

it took him a moment to realize what was happening. his vision got blurry every time he was with you. bakugou smacked deku’s hand away. “i’m fine!” his voice lifted at the end, cracking. “i’m not sick. don’t you think i’d take better care of myself?” 

“i don’t doubt you take good care of yourself, kacchan, but everyone gets sick once in a while. there’s nothing wrong with that.” 

“i never get sick!” besides, if i got sick, i wouldn’t want you to be the one taking care of me. 

he was still pissed. he was always in a bad mood, however, more so right now because you’d gone straight back to your phone and that stupid hero article that was supposedly so damn interesting. 

soon enough, the bell rang, and you were seated at your desk. it was jirou’s old spot, however, after much convincing, you two had switched spots so you could be closer to deku. just a few months of getting close to the idiot and you two are suddenly best friends. jirou hadn’t minded one tiny bit, claiming she needed a break from how loud that section of the room was. 

late as always, aizawa came trudging into your room. thankfully, his entire body wasn’t obscured by a yellow sleeping bag that smelled of something unwashed and coffee and gasoline. (for some reason, aizawa’s clothes always smelled of it.) 

“lucky for you,” he began while shuffling papers on his desk, “all of you are doing training for these first periods.”

the class cheered in perfect unison, followed by their individual chatter. you had erupted with glee along with them, and bakugou was sure he felt his heart clench and then explode. just a tiny bit. but he shoved the feeling down just as quickly as it had come up. 

“go out to the field and wait for further instructions. don’t make a sound in the halls otherwise, i’ll expel all of you.” 

this shut everyone up in almost a second, the sound draining out just as water does. the first years trailed out into the hall, single-file mimicking the positions baby ducklings would take when following their mother. 

bakugou found himself walking faster when he saw you take up your spot in the line, hoping to land his spot right behind you. 

unfortunately, this idiot who considered himself bakugou’s friend tugged him back. “bakugou!” a familiar voice rasped. 

“shitty hair, let go of me.” 

“hey man, chill out. wanna partner up if we’re doing training in pairs?” 

bakugou glanced at the line, the spot that should have been reserved for him now taken up by sato. 

bakugou tugged his sleeve from kirishima’s hand. “whatever,” he snapped. 

“sounds good!” kirishima flashed him a toothy grin and a thumbs-up. the bubbly feeling in bakugou’s chest died down as he stood behind sato, the overwhelming scent of sugar filling his nose, various candies that would go straight to your arteries. 

“you smell like ass, damn,” bakugou remarked, squeezing his nostrils together. 

luckily, sato was tall enough to not hear the insult, as he towered over bakugou by just another head. the line began moving like a sloppy train down to the change rooms. 

bakugou scoffed as he listened to your giggle. he should be making you laugh. 

- 

“you’ll be given partners randomly from this box.” aizawa held up a familiar red box. “inside are all your names. i’ll select one, then that person will come up and pick another name from the box. that will be your assigned partner for today. as soon as you have your assigned partner, i want you guys to get straight to work.” 

denki raised a hand, speaking before being called on. “sensei, why are we getting random partners? we’re always allowed to choose.” 

“in the real world, you’re going to come across different villains every day. you’ll never improve your skills or your quirks if you keep fighting the same person.” 

denki sighed, slumping back. 

dammit, bakugou thought, gritting his teeth together. there wasn’t any way he wanted to be partners with you. it’s obvious he’d win the fight in the first few seconds. 

yes! exactly right! bakugou internally grinned. his fluctuating feelings had finally soothed themselves. you were just another extra, and he had no room for you in his head. 

aizawa took a moment to fiddle with the slips of paper inside the box. soon enough, he pulled out a name. “todoroki.” 

todoroki walked up, digging his hand into the box when aizawa held it out for him. he pulled out a name, delicately unraveling the slip. “uraraka, you’re my partner.” he deadpanned. 

the brunette grinned. “great!” 

the two found their own spot on the field, and the class’s attention was once again diverted to their grouchy teacher as he pulled out another name. 

“bakugou.” 

bakugou strutted up without a worry in his mind. he pulled a name to find... 

“y/n,” he said, voice a low growl. instead of the annoying fluttering in his chest, his eyes met yours, and they were filled with a different, new ferocity. he crumpled the paper in one hand, letting it twirl to the ground. 

you looked at him, unsmiling. your eyes gave away nothing, and to bakugou’s knowledge, all you saw in him was another opponent. 

it took him a moment to realize you had both locked eyes for about a minute. perhaps the two of you would have stayed as you were if aizawa hadn’t snapped at the two of you to get moving as yaomomo’s name was called. 

bakugou was on his way to the back of the field, you followed close behind. while there was plenty of room still, he chose a secluded area. while it was still open enough to view everything going on so nobody got hurt, it was often nobody chose to train here. for whatever reason, you weren’t sure. 

“wait up, bakugou,” you said. after a bit, you caught up to him. 

“if you can’t keep up, then...” then what? he looked at you from the side of his eye. “then don’t keep up...” gosh, here came the embarrassing, disgusting feeling of redness in his cheeks. 

you laughed. “what?” 

“shut up.” 

“you’re an idiot, bakugou.” 

“i said shut the hell up!”

“what, so you can call me shitface in front of the entire class but you get all pissed when i call you an idiot?” 

so you had heard him! 

he tongued his cheek, curling his hands around an invisible ball, explosions sparking in the centers of his palms. “don’t expect me to hold back, dumbass.” 

“i wouldn’t dream of it.” 

gosh he loved that about you. 

bakugou caught his thought in the air. 

ahem...gosh he hated that about you. 

you both charged in at the same time. his cry was louder than yours, but you struck first. 

he admired your quirk. while he’d overhead you explaining all the drawbacks it had, it was strong, and you were strong because you knew how to control it. 

purple arrows flew from your arms, going in your desired directions. if you lost focus for one moment, they’d vanish and weaken. if you focused too hard or long, you’d be plagued by a splitting headache. 

he’d spent too much time obsessing over your strengths and weaknesses.  

your arrows were weightless, however they were solid objects capable of carrying any mass, any thing, and worked as extensions of your body. 

the violet arrow had shot out at him, twisting around his right gauntlet and crushing inwards. it’d snaked around him without him noticing, slithering along his back. 

bakugou struggled to get the air-light arrow off his wrist, but it was no use. he glared back, only to see your focused, furrowed brows. he’d expected to see your cocky ass smiling. it was nice to see you weren’t. 

that was one thing that had also caught his eye. you never underestimate your opponent, but you never underestimate yourself, either. 

you conjured a larger arrow. it snaked around your right arm as you hurled bakugou into the air, releasing your grasp on him. you shot your other arrow into the air, and it raced into the sky. 

it swerved. bakugou’s eyes went wide as the tip of the arrow came down on his chest. if they weren’t intangible things, he would have been bleeding out. 

another drawback: the arrows, while they could solidify, they couldn’t do any actual damage. you had to use your surroundings to inflict harm on your opponent. 

he coughed out as the arrow shot him into the ground. he hadn’t even touched you, and here he was, vulnerable and so...so... 

you stood over him, hands on your hips. 

vulnerable and so lost in that adorable, winning smile. 

“get away from me, idiot,” he grunted and turned onto his side, his back crying out in pain. 

“i think i won this fight, bakugou,” you chirped, rocking on your heels. 

“don’t get arrogant, shithead. you won’t be winning against me anymore.” 

you grinned, arrows shooting out behind your back. 

- 

the dorms were exceptionally quiet. you were typing away in the common room, bakugou on the couch reading. everyone was off doing something else. it was the weekend, luckily. he’d expected you to go bounding out with everyone else, however you’d stayed back, claiming you had some homework to catch up on. 

bakugou being classic bakugou had stayed back. he was excited to have the dorm to himself, but your dumbass was stuck here with him. couldn’t you have done your typing in your room? 

you were so aggressive on that poor keyboard. 

“oi, quiet down with your shit typing.” 

you barely grunted in response. 

“don’t ignore me.” 

“i heard you, mom.” 

“the hell did you call me?” 

no response. only your aggressive typing is a bit less aggressive. 

“i can still hear it,” bakugou remarked, eyes fixed on your back. 

“‘kay,” you said. your typing slowed a tad, and your pressure on the keys lessened. 

it was quiet now. bakugou should go back to his book. he shouldn’t still be looking for a reason to talk to you. 

the pages crinkled in his fingers. he bit his tongue, keeping his snarky comments in. 

“you’re a fucking idiot, you know that? doing your damn homework. it’s due tomorrow.” 

you turned, pursing your lips. “and how would you know what i’m working on? are you stalking me?” 

“i- what? no. you’re such an idiot, of course i’m not—” 

“i’m messing with you,” you breathed, face un-moving. 

“o-oh,” bakugou stuttered out. he blinked awkwardly. 

“gosh, what’s gotten your panties in a twist?” 

“you’re annoying.” 

“you’re a jackass.” you returned to your work. bakugou settled with reading in his room. reading consisted of jumping onto his bed just as the stereotypical high school girl would in an eighties movie. he buried his face in his pillow, face burning bright red. he cursed you for making him feel this way, and hated himself even more for how much he enjoyed it. 

- 

the next day came swiftly. you’d left early to go train with midoriya. there were many improvements needed to be made, but you weren’t doing too bad.

you propelled yourself forwards with an arrow, and your green-haired friend shot back, lightning flickering around his body. 

landing back on the ground, you panted and swiped the sweat from your brow. from the corner of your eye, you could make out both kirishima and bakugou coming to the training grounds. 

bakugou stopped in his tracks, frowning at the sight of you. 

it was evident he hated you a bit more than everyone else. he was always making his annoying comments, he was always snubbing you. you saw no reason to talk to him, so you didn’t. either way, even if you tried, he would still get angry for no reason. 

it’d taken you quite some time to get used to his obnoxious attitude. tuning him out had been the best course of action, in your opinion. 

the way you and midoriya had bonded was through bakugou, in a way. the first day of school, bakugou had snapped at you for tripping over your laces and nearly crashing into him. later that day, midoriya had stepped up and apologized for his old friend’s actions. 

you two had never been too close until now. the recent incidents going on with the league of villains had snagged your attention, and it seemed you were the only person who didn’t mind listening to him ramble on about heroes. 

you were just as passionate and just as dorky, but midoriya could talk your ear off. you never minded, and he always took the hint when you didn’t want to listen. 

you brought your leg up, twirling in the air with ease and watched your heel collide with midoriya’s face. he grunted, stumbling back. 

you were about to charge in again when a hand landed on your shoulder, big and rough. you turned to see bakugou standing behind you, a scowl on his face. 

“fight me again,” he demanded. 

“excuse me?” 

“don’t act like you didn’t hear me.” 

“i’m in the middle of fighting midoriya right now.” 

“so?”

“so if you think that i’m just going to ditch my friend because you want to fight, i won’t.” 

“you’re being stubborn.” 

“i’m being reasonable. back off.” 

“y/n?” midoriya rubbed his jaw—right where you had struck him. “what’s going on?” he jogged up to you and bakugou. 

“he wants to fight me in the middle of our fight. it’s nothing serious. don’t worry about it, midoriya. let’s just ignore him.” 

bakugou made a sound someone would only make if they were choking. “the hell did you just say?” 

“we’re ignoring you!” you waved him off and placed your hand on midoriya’s shoulder, wandering away. 

-

it was new to him, not getting what he wanted. and what he wanted right now was to be around you. again, it wasn’t like he would ever admit that to himself. 

“dude? you good? i thought you went off to fight y/n. i was so ready to cheer you on, dude,” kirishima’s chipper voice piped in. “she’s not fighting with you? why not?” 

“the dumbass was just probably scared of getting her ass beat by me.” 

“dude...that sounds really weird.” 

“whatever, shitty hair. let’s go.” 

- 

the clock ticked. his ears were on fire. again. 

gosh, it was happening again. it was all you. his face scrunched up, his voice would surely crack if someone were to ask him what was wrong. 

bakugou was once again stuffing his face in his pillow, hiding his expression from no one. why did you have to go train with that shitty nerd? why were you always around deku? deku, of all people. what did he have? why was he so great? 

bakugou was a man of many insecurities, but losing to deku? that was possibly his biggest fear. 

perhaps he wasn’t the nicest, or the most soft person out there. bakugou could admit that, at least. but he was smarter than deku. he was stronger and he was better and people liked him more. right? 

what was so...amazing about deku? 

it was often bakugou would find himself obsessing over little, insignificant things such as these. 

you were what he was thinking of most of the time. just yesterday, he’d gotten a test returned. he was expecting an eighty at the lowest, but more so expecting a high ninety. it’d come back exactly sixty percent. 

sixty. percent.

bakugou vividly remembered staring at your face. he also remembered not being able to focus because of it. his grades were dropping because of you. 

you were the only person to be able to do this to him. 

his heart grew quiet, but the pounding of his didn’t cease. he lifted his head. 

“alright, fine,” he said aloud. “you win, y/n. you win.” 

he settled with getting over his feelings the way he’d read them in his collection of romance manga. 

bakugou left his room and knocked on your door. (he was banging on it, but it was his nice way of knocking.) 

you answered, looking around awkwardly. “yes?” 

his hands shook. how was this supposed to go? sure, he’d seen it in romance movies and read it in books but it was always easy to tell whether the guy would get the girl or not. 

in this instance, bakugou was clueless. for once in his life, he was clueless. you stood, tapping your foot with a hand on your hip, waiting expectantly for him to tell you why he was here. 

“um.” he scratched behind his neck. “you uh- i uh...i’m sorry i called you a, um...a shitface.” 

“okay? is that it?” 

what? come on! it was already unlike him to apologize. what else did you want from him? 

“did you...i’ve been thinking, maybe? maybe we could..train together as...friends?”  

“...what?” 

gosh dammit, as friends? 

“whatever, um...the uh...” oh gosh, what did the boys do in all the books he’d read? right! bakugou stretched out his arm, resting his forearm on the door, leaning to the side. 

although he didn’t, really, because like the clumsy jackass he was, bakugou missed completely and nearly toppled to the floor. 

this earned a snicker from you. 

his stomach flipped and churned, and bakugou found himself unable to reach your eyes. “uh, would you maybe..? okay, um. do you want to go on a date with me? you absolute fucking dumbass.” 

your eyes flew wide. “...what?” 

“no, that’s not what i— i mean i didn’t mean the last part. um, i meant the first part. the first two parts. the part where i was asking you if you wanted to go on a date with me and then before that when i said maybe because it’s still a maybe until you say yes. or...or no because that’s an option too.” 

he swallowed. 

you resisted the urge to mock him, just a little bit. “um, bakugou, listen.” 

he leaned closer. “yes?” 

“it’s going to be a no. i’m sorry, but i’m just not interested in you like that.” 

it took him a moment to register everything. his shoulders sagged. gosh that was brutal. 

“oh, alright.” 

“yeah, uh, sorry about that.” you offered him a weak smile, still a bit shocked yourself. he did his best to return it, and when you closed the door, his face was ready to explode. 

it was so damn difficult to deal with these feelings, but maybe it was better this way. knowing where you stood on your end, he knew he wouldn’t miss out on anything. 

perhaps it was alright to admire from afar. things could happen in the future, right? 

right now, he’d just wait. for a long, long time. bakugou pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. maybe it was alright to not have you right now. perhaps he could better himself for you. just for you. 

[azucanela]

pls some headcanons for Bakugou, Shinsou and Shoto when the reader kisses them infront of everyone. Thank you :)

KISSING THEM IN FRONT OF EVERYONE

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, SHINSOU HITSOHI TODOROKI SHOUTO

SUMMARY: in which you and the boys kiss in public, and now everyone is screaming. oh no.

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNING: season three spoliers, insecurities, arguments,

A/N: i wanted to do scenarios bc this was too good ugh thank YOU for requesting this 

BAKUGO KATSUKI

lol so HAVE FUN WITH THIS ONE

you two are already dating but you keep it on the down low because its Katsuki and he’s like ew people knowing i have feelings other than anger? ew ew ew

you’re fine with it, but if he thinks its bothering you he’ll talk to you about it and smother you with affection, but he’ll act like its nothing

wants to rub it in his faces that you are his girlfriend, yes, but also he doesn’t want the teasing that comes with it. he knows for a fact that all his friends would bully him because he is SOFT FOR YOUUU and he’s also just a generally private person

you respect this and like it’s fine woo yeah okay it’s nice being the only one that sees the side of him that’s all soft and cute and affectionate

i can’t really see the two of you slipping up unless it’s influenced by a lot of emotions

where do these emotions come from? you might ask

his kidnapping.

you were a mess, but it was lowkey, real lowkey. and unlike the others you do not support trying to save katsuki on their own, trusting the heroes to do their job is the way to go.

so you don’t go with them. the next time you see your lovely boyfriend is when he’s giving kirishima money

so naturally, consumed by all the fear and panic you felt while he was gone, you kiss him!

and he kisses you back and its really soft and oh-

what a shame the whOLE CLASS IS THERE 

everyone is really confused, but they’re happy because they think that the two of you finally addressed the clear tension between the two of you, all it took was a lil kidnapping

except then you pull apart, completely disregarding them, your hands on his face, “baby are you okay?”

you don’t call someone you haven’t kissed before baby

then it clicks for the rest of the class

SCREAMS.

so much yelling

oh god have fun with that one

the bakusquad is yelling at him for not telling him, the dekusquad is scolding you for not telling them, there’s just a lot of questionable things

katsuki will get SO FLUSTERED because this is not what we wanted

at least the attention was off of his kidnapping now

maybe that was your goal idk 👀

Katsuki really wished everyone would shut up about his kidnapping, it wasn’t something he wanted to think about right now, or ever if he was honest. So much had happened in the past few days and he was still struggling to process all of it, and the disgustingly warm welcome he’d received to the dorms wasn’t helping. It was gross. 

He’d shoved cash into Kirishima’s hand, rolling his eyes when he began to panic at the possibility that he’d taken it from Denki, shutting down the idea almost immediately.

And then he saw her.

Y/N was shoving past everyone and heading to him, and he couldn’t help the relief he felt when he saw her. Katsuki was grateful she hadn’t been involved in the little escape plan Deku had hatched out, but seeing her made him feel calmer than even as she practically tackled him, hands coming to his cheeks as she brought him into a kiss.

Their lips molded together perfectly, his hands coming to her sides and holding her like he’d never let go as her hands gripped his face rather harshly. It would have been the perfect moment, had the rest of his class not been there. 

Y/N seemed to disregard this as she pulled apart, eyes darting across his figure as his brows furrowed at her clear distress. “Calm down, idiot.” His cheeks are turning red as he realizes that everyone is staring, but he can’t help but focus his attention on her as he feels a wave of relaxation wash over him as she begins to run her hands all over him in search of injuries.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for caring about your wellbeing.” She grumbled, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso when her hands left his face. “Baby, you scared me.” His arms wrapped around her shoulders securely, as he rolled his eyes, though Katsuki wouldn’t deny he was appreciating all the attention she was giving him, he was beginning to feel embarrassed as he allowed her to hold onto him.

As if the kiss hadn’t been enough to astonish the rest of their class, the pet name simply amplified their shocked as they all cried out, “baby?” Kirishima had exchanged looks with Mina, who looked equally confused before returning their gaze to Katsuki, a look of betrayal evident on both their faces.

Stupid barbarians. “SHUT UP EXTRAS!” Katsuki exclaimed, holding Y/N tighter to his chest as his cheeks flushed red, he could hear her laugh against his chest. “Can’t a guy hug his girlfriend in peace.” 

“GIRLFRIEND?”

He was grateful for the subject change, though he didn’t appreciate the fact that his relationship had been exposed, until he looked back to Y/N, who beamed at him. 

If she was happy then it was fine he supposed. 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

welp

this one will probably have the funniest reaction

like

you did not just kiss him, in front of all these people, was that a joke?

i think he’s the only one you wouldn’t already be in a relationship with, purely because this is just 10x funnier

so ever since the two of you first started hanging, there have been people criticizing you for befriending him at all, because of his quirk, they just cannot believe that the Y/N L/N is hanging out with Shinsou Hitoshi

but also, ever since the two of you started hanging out, the bullying has lessened immensely, most because you threatened everyone it was really subtle, but they got the message

nobody screws with Y/N L/N

anyways, you two are probably hanging out again, and it’s been a while since you got one of those comments, which is the main reason this one sets you off.

“quit hanging out with that freak L/N, he’s gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.” 

shinsou was used to this, and your violent reactions, so he immediately brought a hand to your arm to ensure you didn’t commit a murder, shaking his head at you

you turn back to him, and you’re lowkey glaring at him before turning your piercing eyes back to the other guys

and without breaking eye contact with them, you grab Shinsou’s face, earning stares from everywhere in the cafeteria, and then kiss him

shinsou is shocked

shinsou.exe

you killed him.

he did not anticipate this um, you kinda caught him by surprise with this one, he genuinely did not think it was possible for you to feel this way for him

when you pull away, the kiss is almost like magic

you don’t mess with Y/N’s friends, much less their boyfriend

When Y/N beams up at Shinsou, he can’t help the way his heart skips a beat. It’s ridiculous, he knows this, and he hates that he can’t prevent it. Shinsou is no fool, he knows Y/N L/N, a UA student that could potentially be a member of the Top Ten heroes in the future, would never like him. He wouldn’t be shocked if she befriended him entirely out of pity, given how students used to treat him prior to their unlikely friendship. She’d weaseled her way into his life, despite his attempts to avoid her, ignore her, and even tell her off, she’d stuck around. 

And yes, Shinsou had made the mistake of liking her. On days like this, he’d entertain the possibility that Y/N liked him back, because sometimes she hugged him for longer than average friends did, or maybe she’d press a kiss to his cheek, or even hold his hands.

That was probably just something best friends did.

“Hitoshi! Don’t you know what this means?” She exclaimed, hands finding their way onto his shoulders in the middle of the cafeteria.

Yes, she used his first name.

Shinsou rolled his eyes, trying to keep himself from getting flustered purely because her hands were on him, “Y/N it’s not a big deal, and besides-”

“We’re going to be in the same class!” Her hands move from his shoulders to around them as she pulls him into a hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

He’s shocked that she’s saying these things, and its clear she has more confidence in him than he does. Aizawa had offered him daily training to get him onto the same level as the other Class 1-A students, and he’d be joining them the next semester, assuming everything went well. “It’s no guarantee.” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her torso.

Shinsou felt Y/N swat his back as she pulled away slightly, much to his dismay, “you’re so talented! Of course, he’s gonna let you in.” 

She sounded so sure, and Shinsou felt his heart swell with pride. 

He moves to speak, only to be interrupted by a passerby, “L/N. Come on, quit hanging out with that freak.” Y/N recognized him, James, he’d bothered Shinsou before, and he’d tried to get Y/N to stop hanging out with Shinsou and been unsuccessful. “He’s just gonna ruin your chances at becoming a pro.”

Y/N pulls away slightly from Shinsou, her brows are furrowed as she moves to confront him, only for Shinsou to grab her arm, shaking his head. “Don’t.”

Turning to glare at the guy, Y/N scoffed, “is this because I rejected you?” 

“He asked you out?” Shinsou asked, but Y/N gave him a look that said they’d discuss it later. She could remember the day vividly, he’d asked shortly after she returned from hanging out with Shinsou, telling her she could do so much better, and so much better meant him. 

She disagreed. And now Y/N couldn’t help but feel bothered as their argument begins to draw attention from others within the cafeteria, she can see in the corner of her eye that Izuku has come to a stand. Though Iida is grasping his shoulder to try and prevent him from doing anything irrational, they all knew Y/N could stand on her own. 

James scoffed at her words, “you probably rejected me because he made you.” The implications were dark, the idea that Shinsou had forced Y/N to befriend him and reject James, though he’d never used his quirk on her and swore he never would. 

Shinsou found himself releasing Y/N’s arm, taking a step backwards as he sighed, only for her to grab his hand and yank him closer before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

She was kissing him.

Oh.

Shinsou’s mind empties as Y/N pulls away, turning back to James as she says, “my boyfriend doesn’t need to make me do anything.” And the boy practically stomps off in frustration, grumbling about Shinsou’s stupid quirk or something of that sort. Not that either of them are paying attention as Y/n brings a hand to the back of her neck awkwardly, searching her mind for an explanation.

“Boyfriend?” His voice is soft, small, and he knows there are other people in the cafeteria but he can’t bring himself to care about their stares. 

Y/N turns to him, and she feels her cheeks warm as she tries to avoid his eyes, “well. Only if you want to-”

“I want to.” Shinsou replies too quickly, his cheeks flushing.

Y/N nods, “cool.” 

“Cool.” 

Izuku can’t help but beam as he watches the interaction, hitting Iida’s arm repetitvely as as he exclaims, “does this mean I’ll be able to study his quirk more?”

Tsu just sighs, “this means we don’t have to listen to her pining anymore.” 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS ONE

probably the most relaxed about it, not flustered at all, you tried thoughh

your relationship isn’t really a secret, it’s just that neither of you are that into PDA. 

there will be occasional cuddling on the common room couch of the dorms during movie night, but that’s seen as normal to the rest of Class 1-A. during dates, there will be hand holding, a kiss on the cheek, an arm around the shoulder, otherwise most of the intimacy is reserved for your rooms

this lack of PDA is why class 1-A was completely unaware that the two of you were dating, 

though you hadn’t tried to hide it, you also hadn’t made it entirely public, you also lowkey thought everyone knew.

mostly because it was so blatantly obvious that shoto was in love with you, but the entire class thought he was unaware of his own feelings and you were just oblivious 

oh how wrong they were

you come into class one day and you see shoto and you’re just like lol hi babe and you kiss him, he kisses back, LIKE IT IS THE MOST NORMAL THING

he’s temporarily caught off guard because like i said you two don’t really do PDA, but he digs it, 10/10 would kiss you again in front of everyone, mostly because after all of the CHAOS that this kiss causes, the other boys in the class stop blatantly flirting with you

speaking of chaos

the class erupts into PURE CHAOS

so much yelling and screaming, they are so confused, have fun explaining that one

shoto is equally confused as to why they are confused and you’re just laughing because you knew this would mess with their heads. he ends up getting a little flustered by all the sudden attention the two of you are getting, but maintains his apathetic attitude.

Shoto places his bag beside his desk before pulling his things out one by one to place them onto the desk along with the small cup of coffee. Shoto wasn’t really the coffee type himself, he preferred tea, Y/N on the other hand had an obsession if he was honest. Of course, he enabled this obsession, he liked being the one to bring a smile onto her face. 

Yeah, he was whipped.

He could tell when Y/N entered the room because the atmosphere seemed to change entirely, she seemed to brighten everyone’s mood despite how early it was. Greeting their other classmates, she began to move towards him, seeing that he was holding a cup of coffee, Y/N raised a brow. “You drink coffee now?” She asked as she placed her things down. 

Shaking his head, Shoto extended the hand with the cup of coffee towards him, “it’s for you.” He explained, small smile on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the interaction, Kirishima punching Kaminari’s arm as he exclaimed, “so manly!”

Bakugou scoffed from beside the both of them, “if he was really manly then maybe he’d actually ask her out.” Crossing his arms, he averts his eyes from the two, finding the class’s obsession with their relationship a tad ridiculous. Though everyone seemed to be at least slightly invested in the potential outcome at this point. 

“Whatever, Bakugo.” Mina says, “L/N has the prettiest boy in class wrapped around her finger- ugh! I want someone to love me like that.” She places her head in her hand, brows furrowing as she stares at the two. Y/N is smiling widely at Shoto, who returns her smile with one of his own. 

And then Y/N kisses him. As though this is an everyday thing. 

Mina practically jumps out her seat, and though Bakugo would never admit it, his mouth gaped open in shock as she cried out, “did you two just kiss?!”

Shoto’s cheeks are red as they pull away, though his face remains apathetic as he looks to the ground and Y/N replies, “can I not kiss my boyfriend?” She tilts her head in confusion, laughing slightly at the outburst and the clear shock in everyone’s faces. 

“Boyfriend?” Hagaruke cried out. “Why didn’t you tell us?!”

Y/N’s brows furrows as she looks to the rest of the astonished class, “did you guys seriously not know? I thought we were obvious, I literally call him by his first name-”

“We thought that was because you two were madly in love with each other but neither could confess!” Momo exclaimed suddenly, her cheeks flaming red at her outburst as she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Mina simply nods in agreement, “exactly! But now he’s buying you coffee and-”

Shoto shakes his head in confusion, “I often buy her coffee, normally she finishes it before we get to class.” He looks to Y/N, a small frown on her face, “today she woke up too late for me to walk her to school so I couldn’t give it to her then-”

“You’re so manly, Todoroki!” Kirishima exclaims, though Shoto simply looks at him in confusion as he removes his hand from Y/N’s waist. 

Shrugging, he takes a seat at his desk and Y/N speaks once more, “I just don’t understand how you guys didn’t know.” Standing beside him as he organizes his things while seated, Y/N runs a hand through his hair, and Shoto’s cheeks seemed to redden once more.

“You guys aren’t normally so touchy!” Uraraka has joined the conversation, shock clear in her features. 

Shoto nods in agreement,  “your behavior today is abnormal, Y/N.”

Now Y/N can feel her cheeks warm as she removes her hand and takes a seat t her desk, “you guys are weird.”

Izuku simply sighs, deflating almost as he watches the interaction and leans over towards Iida, “now I owe Kacchan money.” 

[shima-draws]

Me, clapping my hands: SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU! SUPPORT COURSE IZUKU!! ...WITH A PROSTHETIC!!

I’m sure people have had this idea before but I wanted to put my own spin on it!! And now for the info:

-Izuku's been fascinated with heroes since a young age. However, after finding out he was quirkless, he refused to give up, and switched gears to start investing in the support field. He figured if he couldn't be a pro hero he could at least do his best to help them and be a hero in his own way.

-Izuku's an absolute GENIUS when it comes to inventing--he's on par with Hatsume. However, Hatsume focuses more on support items that break convention and are very innovative and unique. Izuku's focus is more on items that actually help heroes on the field and support their bodies, and items that also allow them to use their quirks to their full extent while still being able to control them properly. (Basically, Izuku's gadgets act as a control stick for heroes that go all out i.e. Toshi.) He also makes a lot of gadgets that support disabled heroes, because--

-Izuku has a prosthetic arm! It's his right one. This was the result of a villain attack that he got involved in after meeting All Might. Toshi blames himself for what happened to Izuku because he couldn't get there in time. He and Izuku are very close--Izuku knows the secret behind Toshi's appearance and he knows about One For All. Mirio is the one to inherit OFA in this AU--so Izuku's very close to him as well! Izuku makes support items for both Toshi and Mirio, to support their quirks. Izuku's gadgets have saved Toshi in a pinch a hundred times over, and are designed to support him when he needs that extra push when he's already reached his limit.

There is more ahead~

-After Izuku lost his arm in the villain accident, Bakugou does a total 180 and starts treating him better. From the start their relationship was less strained than in canon bc Izuku went into doing stuff for support early on, and Bakugou didn't see this as much as a threat compared to if Izuku still wanted to be a pro hero despite being quirkless. Nowadays Bakugou is VERY protective of Izuku--and both of them have reached a point where they're genuine friends. Izuku teases Bakugou a lot and easily snarks back at him when he's being a little shit. Bakugou won't ever admit it openly but Izuku is his best friend :') He cares about him  a lot. He used to defend Izuku constantly back in middle school after the accident, but Izuku soon learned to stand up for himself.

-Going off of that, Bakugou taught Izuku how to fight physically, and they try to spar once or twice a week if they can! It's good practice. Izuku was awful at it at first especially since his sense of balance was off due to the weight of the prosthetic, but Bakugou's a good teacher despite all his shouting lmao. Now Izuku can easily hand his ass to him if he gets into it enough. He can handle himself in a fight pretty brilliantly, even against villains, and Class 1-A quickly learns not to underestimate him.

-Bakugou refuses to get support items from anybody else but Izuku. He bitches at Izuku a lot but Izuku always takes his advice--Bakugou usually offers good tips and pointers on how to improve his gauntlets! Baku always says that while Izuku fucks up all the time (false), he at least trusts him enough to get the job done, while he scorns the rest of the support course fnjdsdd

-Since Izuku isn't in Class 1-A in this AU--guess who is? Yeah, it's Shinsou! Besides Baku Shinsou is probably Izuku's other closest friend, along with Hatsume! Shinsou's got a crush on Izuku and probably knows it won't be reciprocated, but he's fine with that. If Shinsou isn't in class he's most likely hanging out in the development studio with Izuku and Hatsume. The three of them are kinda like a mini Big Three haha, they've got a reputation around UA

-Do not put Izuku and Hatsume in the same room together or they'll bounce insane ideas off of each other and create outrageous things. They get each other super fired up LMAO and go to each other for advice when they need it!

-Izuku has the biggest, most obvious and absolutely endearing crush on one (1) Shouto Todoroki. Bakugou teases him about it CONSTANTLY. The reason for this is because they actually met back in middle school, before Izuku lost his arm--and Todoroki just made a really memorable impression on him bc he was the first person to ever treat him really kindly (they bumped into each other on accident because Izuku was getting chased by bullies, Izuku scraped up his hands, Todoroki chased off the bullies and then iced his injuries, and then they had a really deep conversation about heroes and encouraged each other). Todoroki kinda becomes Izuku's first love in that sense;; ofc it's nothing super serious but Izuku definitely feels all floaty and happy about it afterward. When Izuku gets into UA and notices that Todoroki's in the hero course he almost has a stroke because 1. Izuku gave him encouragement to get into UA waaaay back then and he's shocked Todoroki actually took his advice, 2. He finds out that Todoroki is in fact Todoroki bc they never gave each other their names, so Izuku's Shook his "first love" is actually the son of Endeavor, and 3. Todoroki's grown. He was pretty back in middle school but now. He's hot. HE'S HOT OH NO. After that Izuku keeps noticing him and hears rumors that Todoroki is an ice cold prince type character that has no real feelings. Izuku's like "Someone who takes the time out of their day to save you, heal your hands, and encourage you on your path to be a hero can't be that type of person" so Izuku just KNOWS Todo's actually a very kind boy. Izuku keeps watching him and gets super smitten after the Sports Festival ;) But he's like "He's practically famous, he'd never notice somebody like me, he probably doesn’t even remember me from middle school, haha" (so it's a bit like a celebrity crush). Shinsou and Hatsume bug him about his crush just to see him get flustered and it's very cute lol

-The second time Izuku and Todoroki meet is a goddamn mess and technically counts as their first because Todoroki has a shit memory and can't connect Izuku's face to the boy he met in middle school (also that boy definitely had two flesh arms and Izuku only has one). Todoroki walks in right as one of Izuku's gadgets explodes, absolutely showering him in dust and soot. Izuku freaks out and apologizes a lot while he helps him clean up (while Hatsume is teasing in the background). Note that Izuku's only wearing like a tanktop and sweats, and his hair is all messy and swept back especially since he's wearing his trademark goggles, he's covered in sweat and dirt, he has a really cool looking prosthetic (and Todoroki didn't realize he'd have a thing for that but apparently he does), and Izuku's really fucking toned so Todoroki has a big ol Gay Crisis right there in the development studio. Izuku is INCREDIBLY attractive and Todoroki doesn't know what to do with that info. After Izuku cleans up and manages to get an order for a support item out of Todo, Todo leaves and immediately texts Momo saying, "Yaoyorozu, I think I just had my gay awakening" and on the other side of campus, Momo chokes on her drink. Meanwhile back in the studio Izuku is SCREAMING like "Oh my GOD did that really just happen--did Shouto Todoroki walk in, get blasted by one of my inventions going haywire, let me clean him up and TOUCH HIS CHEST, HATSUME, I GOT TO FEEL HIM UP, and THEN HE ASKED ME TO TAKE AN ORDER, I'M GOING INTO CARDIAC ARREST. TELL MY MOTHER AND TOSHI I LOVED THEM AND TELL TODOROKI I'M SORRY FOR GETTING HIS PERFECT BEAUTIFUL HAIR DIRTY" and she's just laughing her ass off LMAOOOO

-It isn't until their third meeting that Izuku realizes Todoroki doesn't seem to remember him at ALL. And it stings, a lot (but he kinda figured this would happen esp since Todo didn’t recognize him the last time they talked), but he's still happy for the chance to know him now, and get to design support items for him!! Meanwhile Todo's like. Starting to catch on that maybe he DOES know Izuku after all? He isn't sure? But he's definitely falling for him. 

I’ve got more headcanons and stuff but yeah this is all the basics!!! I got so excited to flesh this AU out and make designs fnasjkbdnasds it’s definitely gonna be a fun one to play around with!

I want to either call this the Support Course Hero AU or maybe just Support Hero AU would work--what do you guys think?

[h2bakugou]

buss it challenge reactions

a/n: credit for this idea goes to the wonderful and brilliant @milkttea​​ thank you for providing an amazing idea, may these headcanons quench all of our thirst <3 

i couldn’t find any dance creds for this challenge, but if you know the person who started this trend, please let me know!!

all characters aged up 18+ au!!

headcanon: them reacting to their s/o doing the buss it challenge/trend

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, suggestive themes, fluff, no smut but 16+

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katsuki bakugou

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He’s already so drawn to you in the outfit your wearing. It’s skin tight, and all your curves are on display for him to see. 

Even more so, the way you’re stretching, preparing for something you wanted to show him, he’s getting a little hot and bothered.

Is it hot in here or just you?

When you select the song and get ready, Bakugou’s eyes can’t leave you. Suddenly you’re dropping to the floor, the lyrics in the song sticking inside his head like the current image of you popping your hips out to the beat.

The grip Bakugou has on the armchair he’s sitting in his most definitely visible to you like the tent in his pants.

“Fuck.” Bakugou whispers, his mouth slightly hung open as he stares at you, still squatting on the ground, dancing.

“Did you like it?” You ask innocently, slowly rising from your position on the floor as you walk over to him.

“Is that the best you got?” Bakugou teases, letting you slide into his lap.

“You tell me.” You lean in and whisper in his ear placing a delicate kiss on his ear lobe.

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shoto todoroki

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Doesn’t think much of anything until he sees you stretching. You’d ask him to watch you do a dance, which he was excited for. He enjoys when you show him stuff, even more so if it’s a dance or new trend you’ve seen.

However, in your outfit that defines everything for him, leaving little to his imagination, he can’t help but feel like he’s overheating. 

He’s kicking his right side into overdrive to try and cool himself down.

He remembers seeing you in the outfit once before, right before he peeled it off of you.

But shaking that out of his mind, he watches as you turn on some music and dance.

And then you drop to the floor, popping your ass out as he stands and admires.

You’re bouncing around in a squat before you stand up and smile, asking how you did.

“It was great.” Todoroki’s cheeks are red, and he’s done forgotten about cooling himself down as he approaches you.

“I didn’t know you could move like that.” Todoroki towers over you as you lean against a wall, smiling up at him.

“I can show you some more moves if you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much, baby.”

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izuku midoriya

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He’s excited. A new dance trend that you wanted to show him? He’s on the edge of his seat, ready to see you dance for him.

His face goes red when he sees what you’re wearing, and now he’s even more excited.

He can’t help but glue his eyes on you, your curves are on display for him to drool over.

You drop to the floor and his mouth hangs open. You waste no time bouncing and popping your ass out, smiling as you look back up at him, radiating confidence.

You looked so hot, Midoriya was practically foaming at the mouth. He was so in love with you.

“Holy shit.” He doesn’t mean to curse but it just slips out. He’s quickly searching for something to cover the evidence of his attraction to you.

“So did you like my dance?” You ask, a cute smile on your lips.

“I loved it sweetheart!” Deku beams as you walk over to him.

“I’m glad!” You kiss his cheek and sit on his lap. Deku’s green eyes are trained on you as you rest your hands on his shoulders.

“Let me show you some other stuff I learned.”

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denki kaminari

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He knows.

He knooooows.

The second he hears the music from you practicing, he’s excited. He’s pacing all over, waiting for you to either send you a video of you doing the trend, or having him watch you do the trend in front of him.

He’s praying for the latter.

And sure enough, you’d asked him to take a break from gaming with the boys so you could show him something. 

Turning in his gaming chair, he sets his mic on mute and watches as you enter the LED lit room wearing something sexy, something that’s making Kaminari begin to short circut.

He’s gripping the handles of his chair as the music begins to play. You drop to the floor and it’s game over. 

boner alert

He can’t help it, you look so sexy, and the confidence you’re radiating is turning him on more, god he loves you so much.

The way you move, the way your hips swing and the jiggle of your ass just sends sparks coursing through him.

He quickly hops back on the mic to tell everyone he had to go.

After, he motions for you to come over to him.

“That was amazing, baby.” Kaminari praises, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck while you sit on his lap.

“Thank you babe.” You smile, rolling your hips teasingly

“Show me some more?” Kaminari asks innocently.

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eijiro kirishima

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He learned it from Kaminari. The two send videos back and forth to one another constantly, it’s almost like they were back at U.A.

However, he doesn’t expect the video from you. Kaminari has told him about the trend and shown Kirishima his rendition of it which the two laughed about for a couple of hours.

But when Kirishima gets a notification that you’d sent him a text, he’s blown away at the video of you in something sexy and tight, dancing to this music that he’s heard before.

Sure enough, the video cuts and you’re popping your ass, mouthing the words to the song, smirking and feeling yourself. You looked fine as hell.

Kirishima’s biting his lip unconsciously, praying he gets to see you in this outfit soon.

You’re in the living room, a couple rooms away from him. He quickly leaves to go see you, standing in shock as he looks at you, still in the outfit.

“Damn, beautiful.” Kirishima tosses his phone onto the couch as he walks over to you, climbing to hover over you on the couch.

“Did you like it?” You smile innocently.

“Let me show you just how much I enjoyed it.”

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tamaki amajiki

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Like Kirishima, he sees the trend going around through Mirio. And he receives a video of you doing it.

You send him the video nervous about his reaction. But have no fear, for he is absolutely stunned.

Watching you move so smoothly, and to wear something so tight and revealing, he’s salivating over you, blush on his cheeks as he watches the video over and over again.

He can’t get you out of his head as he stares at you dropping to the floor and bouncing your ass.

He hears a soft knock on the door and fumbles to pause the video on constant repeat.

“Hey bunny.” Tamaki is glad he’d only said two words because you’re still dressed as you were in the video. You must’ve just filmed it.

“Hey baby.” You saunter over to him and set yourself on his lap, running your fingers through his hair.

“Did you like my video, I tried my best for you.” You kiss his forehead and smile.

“I-I did. It was good.” Tamaki knew you could feel something poking your thigh as you sat over his legs.

“Oh yeah?” You tease, pulling his head back slowly by his hair. You plant a gentle kiss on his lips and smile.

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mirio togata

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Completely aware of this trend. But he doesn’t expect you to do it. 

But he’s absolutely stunned when you sit him down after begging him to take a break from work.

You’re dressed in something new and sexy, something that hugs your figure tightly and leaves little to his imagination.

“Just watch okay?” You smile and give him a quick kiss before turning on the music, swaying your hips as you get into position.

And then he hears it, the tune he was familiar with.

His eye are glued to you as you drop to the floor, squatting and bouncing your ass, smiling as you stare at him, confidence radiating off of you as you do your best.

It’s amazing, he’s so happy he took a break. He wouldn’t want to have missed this for anything.

His pants grow tight but he ignores it, insisting to keep his focus on you until you stand back up and stride over to him.

“Whatcha’ think?” You ask, kneeling in front of him, resting your arms on his legs.

“It was amazing, sunshine.” He ruffles your hair, staring at your pretty pink lips.

“I’m glad you liked it.” You run your hands up his thighs and smirk.

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hawks/keigo takami

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This fucker- i swear-  he is the epitome of the fucking smirking & winking emoji

HE KNOWS.

He probably sends the challenge to you begging you to do it.

You cave and decide to spice it up a little extra just for him, wearing something sexy and flashy for his eyes only.

Even more, you do it for him in person, which was unexpected.

He’s sitting in the plush red chair that has several memories stained into. You enter the room wearing a red sheer robe revealing everything ‘hidden’ underneath.

The music begins to play and you start by innocently removing the robe and tossing it aside before dropping to the floor and committing to the trend.

Squatting and bouncing your ass, you smile seductively as you begin to feel the rhythm of the song, doing just as you’d seen in the videos you used for tips on how to do the trend.

You were a natural, and Hawks was paying very good attention to you. His amber eyes never left you until you finished, and even then the only darted to the growing tent in his pants.

“How’d I do?” You ask, prancing over to him with a big smile on your lips.

“You blew my mind, baby bird.” Hawks pats his lap for you to sit down.

You know what’s coming next and so does he.

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dabi

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Has zero clue what you’re about to do, and probably thinks you’re just gonna wanna watch a movie and make out or something. I mean why else is he on the couch with mood lighting on?

Doesn’t realize you’ve even entered the room until he hears music. He looks up from his phone and nearly loses his mind.

You’re wearing something sexy and revealing, the clothes hugging your figure just right, driving Dabi crazy.

He can tell you’re feeling yourself, the confidence radiating off of you is palpable as you sway your hips to the tune of the music until you drop into a squat, popping your ass out as you dance around.

“Alright, baby.” Dabi whispers, leaning back into the couch as you continue, mouthing the words and definitely looking at him.

The eye contact was feeding Dabi’s praise kink, you knew you were owning whatever it was you were showing him.

When the music fades out, Dabi’s wearing a shit eating grin as he stretches his arms out over the back of the couch.

“Didn’t know you could move like that, baby.” Dabi’s low voice send shivers down your spine as you walk over and take a seat on his lap.

“So you liked it?” You lean in and kiss the tip of his nose, smiling back at him.

“Oh I loved it, gorgeous.”

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tomura shigaraki

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If you can peel him away from his video game, good job. You’ve got his attention for a few seconds before he mumbles something about needing to defeat the boss and-

He’s frozen when he sees your skin, revealed in something sexy and red that matches his ruby eyes.

It’s skin tight and showing off your beautiful figure that Tomura praises on the daily.

“What’s this about?” Shigaraki rasps, actually paying attention to you now. You just smile and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a few steps back.

“Just watch and tell me what you think.” You wink, waiting for the music to start playing. And when it does, you don’t hesitate to let your body flow with the song.

You drop to the floor and Shigaraki’s jaw does too. He didn’t expect this, he also didn’t expect you to look so damn fine.

You were eating this dance up, leaving no crumbs whatsoever. Now he remembers where he’d heard this song before, you were telling him about some dance.

You pop your ass and smile, staring back at him as you run your hands down your body, showing him just how confident you were feeling.

And when it was all over, Tomura put a momentary pause on his game to show you just how good you had done.

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overhaul/kai chisaki

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Chisaki doesn’t keep up with trends, he’s got a gang to run.

That being said, he does enjoy when you show him things, like your favorite song or trend. So he knows what’s popular by you.

However, when you pull him into your private room and tell him to close his eyes and only open them when he hears music, he’s a bit skeptical.

Yet he follows suit and he doesn’t regret it.

Dressed in a cute nurse outfit, you’re swaying your hips to the music and he’s enjoying it. He’s eager to see more. The outfit is hugging to your skin tightly, leaving little to his imagination despite having seen you many times before.

You were just so beautiful, your were pulling him in with every little move.

And then you dropped to the floor, bouncing your ass in a squat and feeling yourself, proving that you were basking in the confidence Chisaki loved seeing you in.

He loved when you were confident, unafraid to do whatever it is you wanted, god he loved how empowered you became.

When the music was over you made your way over to him and patiently waited for him to let you sit on his lap.

“Angel that was wonderful.” Chisaki rested his hands on your thighs, squeezing them tight as you rested on his lap.

“I’m glad you liked it, sir.” You leaned in and pressed a small kiss on the tip of his mask-covered nose.

“Would you show me some more Angel?”

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eraserhead/shota aizawa

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This man is either teaching or napping so good luck.

KJSFSJH kidding okay actually headcanon time

He’s got a lot of work to do, but he does take breaks for you, and he enjoys spending time with you.

That being said, he doesn’t know what you’re doing or what you’re asking of him when you pull him out of the bed he was laying in waiting for you to join him for movies and cuddles.

Also his eyes are now permanently glued on you in the outfit you’re in, skin tight and just what he loves, you look good, no great.

You sit him down on a chair in his room and turn on music, allowing him to look at you as you sway your hips until it’s time to do the dance.

“Kitten what are you-” He shuts up when you drop to the floor, showing him the new moves you’d learned.

His hand flies to his mouth as he rests his elbow on the arm of the chair, covering his mouth as he feels his pants grow tight. You looked fine as hell, he was struggling to hold back.

In a squat, you were popping your ass out, smirking as you maintained eye contact with the ravenette.

When it was over, you crawled over to him and rested between his legs.

“What’d you think?” You looked up at him with a soft smile. Shota runs his fingers through your hair and grins.

“It was sexy, kitten. Where’d you learn that from?” 

“You want me to show you?”

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masterlist

[shotorozu]

Heya! I love your writing. Could I request scenarios for Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki, Midoriya and Denki (if that’s ok, and if not, just cut Denks 😔) with a S/O that snorts when they laugh and their a little insecure about it, so they usually cover their mouth as soon as it happens or just try not to laugh at anything and as a result they put up this serious front when, in reality, they are really just ✨a crackhead✨

s/o that doesn’t like their laugh

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijirou, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, kaminari denki

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack-ish (if you squint, there’s a dash hurt and comfort)

note(s) : PLS i can relate to this, my laugh is a cross hybrid of a window being cleaned, and a hyena 🗿 i normally don’t write 5 characters in one post but.. exceptions will be made. sorry that this took so long! will go back to writing requests

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bakugou katsuki

he was very confused, and shocked?? it was a lot

you and him are very similar, like,, out of all the people in 1-A, he’s never seen you laugh like.. hysterically.

it was always normal for him to surpress his laughter when the times are right. but even when you guys got together, he never saw you laugh

which was just a “hm.. okay? wtf, i haven’t seen them laugh before??” moment

and don’t get me wrong, it’s not like you’re emotionless, and he HASN’T seen you laugh, it’s more like you just cut yourself off before it gets too intense

which is.. 🤨 weird. to him at least

laugh if you need to laugh, he doesn’t get why you always cut yourself off, like smh the audacity

okay so imagine this, you’re sitting in the kitchen— only a few feet away from katsuki, as he finishes cooking for you, just like any normal day

but i also headcanon that bakugou likes to taste test his cooking, before he can serve it to you. y’know— just in case he accidentally used bad ingredients which is rare, since he’s very precise with cooking

so he prepares the plate and utensils, and before he serves it to you— he takes a quick taste to see how it is, but his face immediately twists in disatisfaction

“what the fuck—” he sputters, looking at the plate “who the fuck switched the salt and sugar?”

and that seemed to be your breaking point, you immediately burst out into a fit of giggles and snorts, even with katsuki still recovering from the weird after taste.

if it was any other person, he would’ve chucked them out of the kitchen— but seeing you laugh out loud like this left him appalled

but your laughing episode is cut short when you realize that katsuki’s just staring. not saying anything, nor is he telling you off for laughing.

his expression looks so indifferent from seeing you laugh?? so you simply just apologize “sorry, i know the laugh is ugly.”

katsuki quickly snaps out of it, ruby irises glaring at you “ugly? when the hell did i say that?” he questions, voice gruff

your silence makes him think that you’re actually insecure about your laugh, an despite the weird aftertaste in his mouth, he decides to speak

“look, it was nice seeing you laugh, idiot.” he adds, because it sounded a little too nice “i don’t get why you have to hold your laughter back, especially around me. laugh if you need to, i’m not gonna judge you.”

plus, he’s not the person to judge you for your laugh anyway, his laugh.. is questionable for sure. i wouldn’t say it’s any better, so that would’ve be hypocritical of him

“you sure?”

“hell yeah i’m fuckin’ sure! but anyway, i’m gonna kill the bitch that switched the salt and sugar!” he gets up from the table, plate in hand as he goes to fix the meal

he surely can’t see your face right now, but when he hears you laugh, he can’t find himself not being able to smile.

he can only look forward to seeing you laugh again.

kirishima eijirou

his first reaction was :00 and 😳

so he was kind of left to his own thoughts when he realized that,, he hasn’t seen you laugh wildly before

and it’s not like you were just 😐 the entire time, you just always covered your mouth whenever you wanted to laugh

it was a big mystery to him, but he doesn’t think it’s quite manly to ask you that, it wasn’t long before he found out anyway

so! i headcanon that kirishima has his lil gaming night with the bakusquad maybe once or twice a week, they usually choose to communicate through the voice chat so.. no physical interaction.

and you’re just there, spectating the entire thing. because you still wanted to spend time with eijirou— but you didn’t want to interrupt his weekly gaming moment

so there’s a twist— he was actually playing a rpg multi-player horror game with the bakusquad, so.. jumpscares, am i right?

you were just sitting there on his bed, just watching if there’s anything interesting so far— and surprise! there’s a jumpscare.

eijirou jumps a little from the impact, and you can just hear the faint girlish screams of bakugou and kaminari, even from this length— basically telling all of them to just fucking dip! run the other way!

AND YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING BAKUGOU TO SCREAM SO.. HIGH PITCHED?

so you just start laughing when you hear the continuous screams, from his headset rip kiri’s ear drums and while kirishima tried to focus on the objective, he couldn’t help but turn around

just to see you laughing your ass off. and he’s there like 😳 they’re laughing?? they’re laughing!

so kirishima quickly finishes the game, but he just found himself in a state of shock. but then you covered your mouth so :(( aw.

you notice that he finished his game, so you just stop laughing entirely “oh— are you finished, eijirou?”

he’s still kind of taken aback by the laugh, and you seem to have noticed his reaction “wait, did you.. hear that?”

when you see eijirou nod, your expression seemed shell shock— which confused him, until you told him that you assumed that he didn’t hear you because of the headphones

“what? is it bad?” he asks with genuine curiousity, but you just explain that you’re just embarrassed. because the laugh itself is ugly

which kirishima disagrees!! >:(( your laugh had him in awe. he loves seeing you laugh, and it was a nice surprise.

“i love hearing you laugh! it makes me happy— i don’t see any reason that you should be ashamed of it, everyone’s laugh is different, after all.”

you’d say he’s lying, but the genuine toothy grin on kirishima face convinces you that he has the purest intentions.

midoriya izuku

now that i’ve thought about it, have we ever seen this boy burst into laughter?? this excludes the hospital scene of course.

but he’s not too concerned about himself not being able to freely laugh, but it was more like he was curious (or concerned) about you

you’re always quick to either cut yourself off, or you just cover your mouth entirely. and he can’t help but feel curious!

he asked you at some point on why you do those things when you laugh, but you just shrugged. so until that point, it was just simply a mystery— that’s left to his own imagination

so whenever midoriya creates new moves with his quirk, he’d have the sudden desire to show his s/o and ask if the move would be practical in anything. because why not

and we all know how much midoriya trains right? he’s quite the hard worker. but you were taking a nap in the afternoon, after finishing your school work for the day

it’s probably reaching 3pm now, and izuku finished making new moves with his quirk, and he was eager to show you!

he didn’t want to do this but he ended up waking you up anyway, and he brought you outside to show you the new moves

“look at this, Y/N!” he says, all excited oh boy

what he didn’t expect was how fast he was going— missing the entire key move, and he started plummetting to the ground (similar to a ragdoll being thrown)

you were still partially dowsy, and you weren’t expecting him to fall to the ground like THAT, so you started laughing hard

and because you’re still drowsy, you don’t recognize that you’re actually laughing— yeah, izuku may be still on the ground, but wow. you’re laughing!!

he’s surely taken back, because he’s never actually seen you burst into laughter like this, he was just

yet, you immediately slap your hand over your mouth— when you realize that you’re actually laughing out loud, and snorting in front of your boyfriend wjdnwkx

“i’m sorry, izuku” you regain composure, immediately rushing to his aid to help him up, “you didn’t need to hear, or see that.”

but why are you apologizing? he’s the one that dragged you out here to see him fail 💀 “no, no! it’s fine Y/N. i was just surprised, that’s all.”

the expression on his face kind of worries you— because omg what if he thinks the laugh was ugly? i’ll never laugh again.

“i’d understand if you’d think my laugh was kind of ugly, izu—”

“what— it’s not ugly!” he’s quick to object “i think.. it’s really nice. it surprised me, but your laugh’s interesting! in the good way, and it’s also kind of cute, uhm—.” pls don’t give him a heart attack

you shake your head, because you already have a good idea of what he feels— and it’s quite positive. “i get it, izuku. thank you for the reassurance.”

he finally calms down when you give him a quick smooch on the lips. in short, you were the one to calm him down rip

todoroki shouto

he’s definitely curious about it

i mean, it’s a natural occurence at this point— shouto was already observant of you, what more when he started developing feelings for you

once again, not someone who freely laughs (he’s quite oblivious with the socializing part so it’s too be expected) but that doesn’t mean you should mirror him

like midoriya, he probably tried speaking to you about it— but you always reassured him that it was just a subconscious habit still odd but.. if you say so

so, shouto’s downstairs in the kitchen right? he’s preparing a snack to bring up to your room, and while he was trying his best to hurry up with it

you eventually trekked downstairs, and saw shouto preparing said snack. so what do you do? you surprise him!

“shouto!” you peak behind him, and he’s startled because he thought he was alone this entire time

so— he might’ve accidentally started a mini fire out of shock, and he’s quick to realize that

🧍 there’s a fire. that i’ve created. it was a miracle that he didn’t set off the alarms

the situation is handled pretty quickly, since he’s fast enough to put out the fire. but now, shouto’s just staring at the burned piece of snack.

silence.

“..there was an attempt.” he says it simply, while also equipped with a rather frazzled expression.

this causes you to burst out into a fit of laughter, snorting at the scene in front of you— the comment being oddly hilarious

he’s the personification of 🧍right now, and shouto’s just watching at the rare scene of you hunched over the kitchen counter, snorting from laughter

“i’m sorry, shouto.” you cover your mouth, still trying to regain your composure “i’m sorry that i scared you but.. it was kind of funny.”

shouto’s just thinking “..they were laughing.” not in a bad way, of course. he’s heard people laugh at his ‘jokes’ but this was definitely a different feeling.

shouto being well,, shouto. he’s going to be blunt with his words “your laugh is pretty.”

but your first reaction is 👁👁?? PRETTY?? “shouto, out of all the things my laugh could be— you chose pretty?” you’re looking at him like he’s crazy rn

he’s really confused like,, “yeah. your laugh is pretty, is that bad?”

so then you explain that you just never perceived your laugh as pretty, only because you ‘snorted like a pig’ he thought that was a little sad to hear

“i don’t see a reason that you should be ashamed of your laugh, Y/N.” he moves closer, setting a cool hand on your shoulder “every part of you is special in their own individual way. and i’ll love every part of it.”

“you,, mean that? like really??” you ask, and he confirms it with a nod, resting his head against your shoulder “i’m sorry that i burned your snack.”

“it’s fine. i’m sorry i scared you,”

“if it made you laugh then.. i’d say it’s worth it.” and you can’t really think that he’d lie, just by the way his mismatched eyes stare at you in pure adoration.

kaminari denki

the only person here that laughs freely whenever and wherever, he has that class clown type of beat

he was a little sad to see that you always covered your mouth whenever you laughed, since it sort of makes his day to see people laugh at his jokes

but of course, he’d never judge you— he may be curious about certain things but,, he’ll never secondguess you as a whole

similar to todoroki and midoriya, he’ll ask you in a lighthearted way on why you cover your mouth whenever you laugh

and you always brush it off, so he’d just have to respect that

i’d imagine that he’d encounter your laugh when you guys are doing your daily cracktivities

you guys were already quite good friends before you guys started dating, and this was quite a habit that always occurred maybe once or twice a week

the both of you were desperately trying to hold in the laughter that threatened to escape your lips, at 2am 💀

and the both of you guys were watching compilations of that talent show livestream on youtube (tiahra nelson’s to be specific)

so you’re still holding in your laughter, and reaches to that point in the video, where tiahra nelson was watching that dude sing ‘electric love’ (ref : this video)

seeing denki’s shocked reaction made you realize that— you just can’t hold it in anymore, so, you bursted into a fit of snorts and laughter, sliding onto denki’s shoulder

denki’s still holding in his laughter because he doesn’t want to get busted by iida or something— but oh my, YOUR LAUGH IS CONTAGIOUS TO HIM

he’s never heard you laugh this hard but omg, your laugh is contagious as hell— so he starts laughing with you 💀

eventually, the laughing does die down— and you guys move on to the next video. it’s oddly quiet at first, because the realization had just hit you and hard

you snorted in front of your boyfriend, and you’re sure that he doesn’t care that much but,, wow, you are embarrassed.

“wow— your laugh is contagious,” denki slides his hand across your shoulder, and while he’s been trying to keep the atmosphere at it’s normal, he’s quite nervous??

“it was a new experience uhm, sorry, i don’t know what i’m saying, and i know you’d be insecure about it all and..” he fumbles with his words for a bit, because denki isn’t THE BEST with serious things

“your laugh is cute.” his eyes are glued onto the screen, and his tone is basically stating that he’s right. your laugh is really cute

“you’re cheesy,” you playfully smack his chest, but you can’t help but feel quite bashful of his words

no but really,, whenever you laugh, denki starts to laugh along with you, since it’s so contagious he’s not that sorry about it

moving past the sappy shit, it’s quite helpful in cracktivities 💀

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[h0rnyshakespeare]

Safe Space

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, insecurities, self-deprecation, swearing caz Bakugou

A/N: This was a purely self-indulgent oneshot idea, if you are going through something like this please talk to someone, remember to take care of yourself because you deserve it<3 you are beautiful, strong and amazing and I am so so proud of how far you've come. Now onto the fic :)

“Hey babe, you alright?” you barely heard your boyfriend outside your door as you tried to keep yourself sane. The panic attacks had been happening for a few days now, and while you did well in hiding them, you should have known Katsuki would notice in no time. You tried to suppress it long enough to tell him you were fine, but instead a sob escaped your mouth, making you cringe at the sound. You hoped to yourself that he did not hear, when he announced, “I’m coming in, Y/N,” confirming your worst fears. You wanted to say or do anything to prevent him from seeing you like this, but your body would not comply. All you could do was hug your knees tightly to your chest, burying your head into them. You knew you were doing the wrong thing, that you were supposed to be focusing on breathing, not hiding, but-

“Hey. I want you to look up at me, ok?”

You heard his voice, firm and reassuring, causing you to do as he said. You saw the beautiful shades of red that were his eyes, Katsuki’s eyes, when you realized, you were not alone. “Katsuki…?” you gasped softly due to the lack of air in your lungs. He squeezed your hands tightly, since when was he holding them? “Shh baby, I’m here. I want you to focus on me, alright? Now watch my breathing, and see if you can follow me,” he said, proceeding to take deep breaths, holding each for a few seconds before letting them out slowly, making sure you were doing the same. “Ok, now I want you to tell me five things you see around you. Could you do that for me?” he asked gently, a stark contrast to his normal tone of speaking. “Uhh… um, I see you? And uh, I see the bedframe, the teddy bear you got me, the closet and the mirro-” you caught your breath. The mirror. Oh, how you hated it. It was the way you saw all your insecurities, how ugly you were, it was always the trigger-

“Hey, hey, baby look at me,” you heard his voice again, pulling you out of the dark void of thoughts circling in your head. His hands moved from yours to your face, his thumbs caressing you softly. “You did a great job baby, I just need you to look at me now, alright? Just listen to my voice and calm down.” You listened, your breathing slowly becoming normal, your heartbeat slowing down and becoming regular. Once he saw you calming down, he asked, “Are you ok with me touching y-?” before you interrupted him mid-sentence by hugging him, tears streaming freely down your face.

“I-I’m sorry you had to see that,” you said, crying into his shoulder, getting his sweater all wet. “I’m not doing it for attention or anything, I swear, and you weren’t supposed to see me all pathetic, I’m so sorry I wasted your time over something like this, it was supposed to stop after a few days-” “Y/N,” Katsuki spoke, cutting you off mid-ramble. “How long has this been happening?” You sniffed and let go of him, looking away in shame as you played with your hands. “About a week.” “A week?” Katsuki said in disbelief. You were suffering like this for a week and did not say anything? “Why didn’t you tell me?” You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “Because the reason I’m getting them is stupid,” you said, looking anywhere but him. Katsuki frowned. “Y/N, I don’t care how stupid you think the reason is, you’re gonna tell me now, dumbass. And if you really think this is a waste of my time or that you’re pathetic, you’re wrong.” You sighed, rubbing your sore eyes.

“Fine. Uh… today it was the mirror,” you mumbled. “Dumbass, you’re gonna have to speak up for me to hear you.” “The mirror,” you said, looking at him. He looked confused, of course he would, he was gorgeous, he did not need to fear an inanimate object. “What about it? Wait, babe, you- you really don’t think about yourself like that, right?” It was amazing how vocal he was being, Katsuki was usually more of an actions-over-words kinda guy. You shrugged. “I don’t really know what to tell you, Katsuki. It’s disappointing, really. I’m overreacting over something so insignificant.” “Argh, you’re really stupid sometimes, you know?” You smiled. “I’m aware, Aizawa sensei told me my grades have been slipping.” Katsuki was surprised, he did not think you would say something so self-deprecating in response.

“Babe, you know what I mean… I’m talking about how you feel about yourself.” “Ah, well, not like it matters. It’ll pass eventually, right? I don’t know, I just can’t help but feel so… weak about the whole thing,” you sighed. “Shitty woman, of course you’re not weak,” Katsuki frowned. “But I am! Look at me, I’m practically drowning in self-pity even though I don’t want to be! I’m sorry you have someone like me as your girlfriend, Katsuki, I just… I feel like such a disappointment to everyone around me. Everyone’s quirks and grades are developing so much, I feel like I’m falling behind.”

Your boyfriend sat in front of you, trying to take everything in. He understood how you felt about feeling like you were not up to standard in class, and he felt frustrated that he did not notice sooner. “Y/N, I know these thoughts don’t vanish overnight, and I- I’m not that great with my words either, but you’re not- you’re not what you think of yourself, and don’t apologize for being my girlfriend, I love you dammit! I know your standards are high for yourself, but don’t let it hurt you. You’re more than enough, dumbass, ya hear me?” You giggled at the nickname, nodding your head. “You clearly don’t see how far you’ve come, Y/N. Your quirk has been improving so much, I- I know I don’t say this but you’re a pretty hard opponent to beat. And about your grades, we could- I don’t know, study together or something?” he paused, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Aww, is someone blushing?” you teased at his expression.

“Shut up. Anyway, regarding your appearance, fuck beauty standards. Fuck the mirror. You’re so fucking beautiful, you got that? I don’t say that enough, I know, but you’re- you’re really fucking pretty, you hear me?” You rubbed your arm. “I- I don’t really feel that way though, I’m sorry…” Katsuki sighed and opened his arms, motioning for you to come closer. You complied, snuggling into them, feeling his warmth and smelling his familiar caramel scent. “Like I said, it takes time. It’s ok, you don’t have to apologize, shitty woman,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you. “Whenever you need to talk or need help, I’m right here. Got it dumbass?” You turned in his lap to face him, your hands wrapping around his neck. “Thank you, Katsuki, I love you.” “Idiot,” he said, placing a soft kiss on your lips before whispering, “I love you too.”

[kirishimaswife2819]

↠Requested by @iseetodoisicy: Hiii, I was reluctant about sending an emergency request but I had a pretty bad panic attack recently and received no comfort from friends or family about it😕 Could I request Shoto, Denki and Katsuki comforting the reader during a panic attack?And may I say that you are an amazing being, you are really helping people out with your blog! Stay healthy and drink enough water 💜

Bakugou, Todoroki and Kaminari Comforting Their S/o During/After a Panic Attack || Headcanons

Masterlist 1 || Masterlist 2

↠Author’s Note: Okay so I did a previous post on them comforting a reader during a panic attack but that was more of scenario in headcanon format but this time I’m going to do just general headcanons (+a few pieces of dialogue), and yeah. But I’m sorry about that :(( I hope this makes you feel better! And apologies for the wait! -Danielle <3

↠Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, and Denki Kaminari x Reader

↠Summary: Katsuki, Shoto, and Denki comforting their s/o during and after a panic attack

↠Genre: Comfort/fluff

↠Word Count: 700

↠Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, panic attack

↠Notes: None

Katsuki Bakugou:

He goes kind of soft when he sees you having a panic attack, knowing it’s probably easiest for you if he doesn’t yell during the whole situation

He’s low-key panicked throughout the whole thing and he kind of freezes up at first, like his face is the equivalent of his face during that one scene during the training camp episode

But eventually, he’ll snap out of it and be by your side within seconds

If you’re in public, he’ll quickly pull you into a private/less populated area to avoid you getting even more panicked because of everybody surrounding you and staring at you

Sits you down and holds your hands while sitting in front of you and staring up at you

 “Hey, calm down, look at me, you’re fine, okay?”

“Here, try breathing with me, k?”

“You can do this babe, I know you can.”

After he gets you calmed down enough to breathe properly, he stays silent for a few minutes, giving you some time to process everything that had just occurred

“You good now?”

After your confirmation, he takes you to his dorm and spends the rest of the day with you, making sure that you’re in calm and safe environment, he’ll try to tone down his yelling for the rest of the days, not wanting to upset you any further

He won’t go to sleep until you do, in case you were to slip into another panic attack while he was asleep (although he’d probably wake up if you did, he’s a pretty light sleeper)

Shoto Todoroki:

He’s not nearly as panicked as any of the other boys but he is a slightly panicked but he quickly gets over it to comfort you

He won’t think about getting you away from people if you’re in a public place but he will death glare anybody that tries to go anywhere near you and/or try to talk to one of you, even if they want to simply ask if you’re alright

Sits down with you, except on his lap, facing him, he’ll hug you and cuddle you while trying to verbally calm you

“It’s alright, love, you’re fine.”

“You’re breathing is messed up, why don’t we try one of those breathing exercises I read about?”

“You’ll be fine in just a little bit, don’t worry, just focus on me, alright?”

Once he finally snaps you out of it, he’ll ask for verbal confirmation that he did so

“Are you done with it now, love?”

After you confirm that the answer is a yes, he’ll continue to hold you, “I’m so proud of you, you’re fine, cry if you need to.”

Afterwards, he’ll do whatever you’d like to do, if you want to go back to one of your dorms (unless you were already there) and have him comfort you some more, that’s alright, he’ll try his best

But if you’d rather go out somewhere then that’s fine too, he’ll take you, while occasionally sprinkling in encouraging words for you to hear

Denki Kaminari:

He’s so panicked when he finds you having a panic attack, he has absolutely no idea what he’s supposed to be doing, but he quickly tries to compose himself so he can help you

An absolute nervous wreck as he’s comforting you, stuttering every once a while (which is uncommon for him), but he’s not too bad, he’s still able to effectively comfort you

“Hey, h-hey, it’s alright.”

“Babe, calm down, you’re gonna be fine! I know it!”

“You can do this, baby. Just breathe with me.” even though his breathing is also kinda messed up but it’s better than yours

When he finally snaps you out of it, he’s so relieved, “Oh thank god. I thought that would never end. Are you alright, do you need anything else?”

Afterwards takes you back to his dorm and spends the rest of the night just chilling with you, playing video games, cuddling, ordering take out (He’ll even try his best not to rage at games so you can have some proper relaxation after your bad day)

If he notices you looking down/upset/looking like you’re thinking about what happened, he’s quick to comfort you, “Hey, don’t look so down! You got through it, babe, and I’m really proud of you.”

[plusultrachaos]

Prompt: SeroIida… Bonding over needing weird clothes. When in doubt, *body image issues*.

it has been too long since i have written anything, so excuse that it is a bit of a mess, but here! have this! thank you very much zelda for sending this in!

Hanta has always been someone who pays incredibly close attention to those around him, not wanting to miss something significant happening with the people he cares about. He watches closely as Denki once again zones out and gently brings his attention back to the textbook that the Bakusquad slaves over while someone (who it is, Hanta isn’t totally sure. It’s definitely not Bakugou who is yelling at Kirishima about a math problem) cooks very loudly in the kitchen. He watches as Mina starts pulling at her curls, trying to focus on a reading that’s due the next day for Present Mic’s class.

Needless to say, Hanta knows how to watch people and he notices when his friends are having a hard time. He, particularly, notices when he sees Iida coming out of the elevator in shorts in the nice, warm (note: read this with sarcasm. It’s January and there is snow falling outside.) temperatures of winter. Hanta finds himself glaring down at Iida’s exposed calves. The metal of his engines are covered in gauze that looks like it's trying to keep them warm enough to not freeze the reddening skin around them.

Maybe he gets yelled at by Bakugou to get his ass back to studying, but the moment that Iida catches his gaze, Hanta is standing with determination and heading to grab Iida’s arm to tug him back into the elevator. “Se-Sero, what is it that you need?” Iida’s voice sounds slightly unsure as Hanta starts pressing the button for the third floor. He ignores the look of confusion on Iida’s face as he sits cross legged on the floor of the elevator and starts trying to warm the freezing metal on Iida’s legs. He blows warm air onto his hands and starts gently rubbing the metal. He only looks up and gets to his feet when the elevator dings that they’ve gotten to Iida’s floor. He misses the way that Iida’s face goes unnaturally red.

Hanta walks to Iida’s room. “Listen, if anybody in this class is going to understand having to adjust clothing to fit weird body parts, its going to be me. Which means I don’t think youre going to get away with wearing shorts because you dont have any sweatpants that are tailored to your legs, which by the way is a little ridiculous considering how rich your family is.” Hanta gives Iida a pointed look and watches as Iida looks down at his calves almost ashamed and embarrassed. “I know you have a pair, cause you got a pair when we all went to the mall last weekend. I’m assuming you don’t know how to fix them for your legs.”

Iida’s nod is almost small enough that had it been anybody else, it wouldve gone unnoticed, but this is Hanta and he sees it. “Can I help you?” Another incredibly tiny nod before Iida is moving to open his door and let Hanta in. Hanta smiles as he’s welcomed in and looks around at the literal walls of books. He doesn’t sit yet, eyes fixated on the titles of books, something he wasn’t able to catch the one time he was in here first year. He reads title after title until he hears a quiet cough and turns to see Iida holding his pants.

And he gets started, measuring his friend’s calves and marking where the holes in the pants should be. Eventually an idea strikes him and he starts laughing in the middle of cutting one of the holes out. “Iida, have you ever tried tear away pants? I wonder if they would work so that you don't have to get, like pants that are sized up so you can get the engines through.” “Mid- Izuku said something similar. I’m afraid that I haven’t looked into it yet. I… I don't usually switch up my closet too much due to being unable to find too much that works, but maybe they would.” Hanta looks toward Iida and flashes him a smile and when he turns back to finish cutting he barely catches a hint of a returned smile and Iida’s gaze stuck on his face.

When Hanta finishes, he holds out the fixed material to Iida for the final say and sees a gentle smile on Iida’s lips as he looks down. “How do you know so much about tailoring clothes like this?”

“Denki’s a cosplayer! Someone’s gotta sew up his outfits.” Hanta laughs before it fades out and he’s gripping his elbows, not in an attempt to hide them (never that, never again), but out of an unkillable habit. He sighs and looks down at the cut off bits of fabric on the floor before gathering them in his hands. “I… I’ve had to alter clothing for my family since my quirk developed. I had to get good at hiding the way my shirts would bulge against my elbows and eventually when I wanted to practice more I had to fit my shirts to let me have access to my elbows, but not so much that in winter, I would be too exposed.” He fiddles with the hem of the hole in the elbow of his sleeve. “Some of us don’t get fancy tailors to fit clothing and for a good bit of time i wore pirate costumes that would fit my elbows.”

Iida nods and moves to put a hand on Hanta’s shoulder which shocks him a bit if he’s honest. His mind feels a bit like when Denki accidentally static shocks him and he feels his cheeks heat up for some reason. “Um but enough of the woe is me,” he gently brushes Iida’s hand off and he meets his gaze and feels a little embarrassed. “I hope the pants work well.” He stands and leaves Iida’s room in a bit of a rush.

He makes it back to the Bakusquad’s study session that has seemingly moved into Denki kicking Bakugou’s ass in Mario Kart. Hanta feels himself fall into Mina’s side, groaning. “That bad?”

“Yes. I… I think I really like him.” Is all that Hanta says.

Kirishima’s confused look gets answered when suddenly there is tape covering Mina’s mouth and Hanta’s eyes widen and Kirishima notices his eyes falling down to Iida’s calves that are now covered in the gentle fabric of his sweatpants, the metal of his engines some how not exposed too much to the colder air.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 304: The Council of OFA

Previously on BnHA: Hawks and Best Jeanist were all, “what up Todofam, we are here to apply for the positions of ‘son #4’ and ‘weird uncle’, respectively,” and then proceeded to insert themselves into the family drama without waiting for an answer. Hawks briefed Endeavor on the nation’s current status of “totally fucked”, promised to help him sort that out, and then asked him about OFA. Endeavor was all, “oh do you mean One For All, the mysterious thing that my intern Deku was apparently being targeted for?” and then we cut away, presumably before Endeavor could clarify that it never occurred to him to follow up on that, and Hawks was all “no of course not, why would it occur to anyone other than me to follow up on any of this super weird and ominously important shit.” Anyway so meanwhile Bakugou was all “LET ME SCREAM AT DEKU UNTIL HE WAKES UP” and the other kids were all “NO”, and then the chapter ended with All Might being all “I wonder what the vestige!me is currently chatting with Deku about.”

Today on BnHA: Deku drops in on the Vestiges, who are all “sup Deku, how do you like our fancy chairs.” OFA II and III are all “if you need us we’ll just be standing here silently in the corner pretending to be invisible and sparking endless discourse with our mere existence.” OFA IV is all “and now I will explain to you in a very convoluted way that you being quirkless was actually a good thing, since it means that you are probably not going to suddenly drop dead at the age of twenty. But also you’re probably going to be the last user of OFA for that very same reason.” Deku is all “that is wild. I’m just gonna stand here and stare at my hand.” Nana is all “so now that that’s settled could you please do me a small favor and kill my grandson for me”, because having just one topic to discourse about this week WASN’T ENOUGH, apparently. Thanks so much Horikoshi.

(ETA: okay so just a note before I start, this week’s RHA translation was a huge mess, so I followed up this chapter by reading a couple of other translations. the main one I’m using for reference is the one by @hanashimas​, whose weekly posts I highly recommend. anyway so you’ll see a couple of ETAs in this post in places where the initial translation was off.)

how many layers of bandages did they wrap this poor kid’s fucking hand in omg

jesus Deku. are you holding onto a bouquet of flowers under that thing?? or a tennis racket??

omg yes, finally

is he reading these names off a teleprompter lol. and if so, what has Jeanist ever done to slight you, Deku? “god bless Kacchan and Aizawa-sensei and Todoroki-kun and everyone else in the whole wide world... except for Best Jeanist. fuck that guy.” actually this joke would be funnier if half of tumblr didn’t legit feel that way lol but anyway

OH MY GOD

I NEED TO HAVE A TALK TOO. ABOUT, OH, EVERYTHING

I got immediate KHR vibes from ALL OF THIS. this is seriously such a Vongola aesthetic. “let’s use the luxuriously cushioned chairs with the seat backs that are ten feet high, and arrange all of the handsome ghost people in a big circle” like come on

that said there are also some slight LoTR vibes as well. “bring forth the ring, Deku”

I like how Six is sitting there with his feet drawn up all casual, but with his arms inexplicably sticking STRAIGHT OUT IN FRONT OF HIM and dangling over his knees like he’s doing some sort of zombie walk

apparently the Fourth wasn’t a big fan of shoes huh

interesting that All Might is the only one who’s still faint/indistinct, and and that Two and Three are fully visible

(ETA: the rest of my speculation about Two and Three has been moved into a separate post, the better to focus on the shit that’s actually happening in this chapter lol.)

and lastly, interesting that all of them are talking now, except for All Might (and I guess the Second and Third as well). to the best of my knowledge Deku hasn’t unlocked the Sixth’s quirk yet, so I guess the quirks don’t really have anything to do with it

oh and it looks like Deku’s mouth is still covered. I guess that’s convenient for the vestiges since we all know it’s hard to stop Deku once he gets going. but on the other hand it’s very inconvenient for people like me who wanted to see some interaction. alas

so First says that OFA’s power has grown a lot in the last four months (i.e. since Deku unlocked Blackwhip), and now the vestiges can communicate with each other as well as Deku

so even when Deku’s not around they can all just chill with each other. this is such a weird thing to me lol. like it’s cool, don’t get me wrong, but it’s also strange as hell to know that you’ve got eight other people hanging out in your head spying on everything you do and having conversations with each other about it. it would be like if Dark Shadow had someone to hang out with other than Tokoyami. good thing you weren’t triplets, Tokoyami

First says that it’s become easier for the vestiges to interact with Deku ever since TomurAFO barged into the OFA Domain back at Jakku. huh

(ETA: apparently this is because AFO forcibly pulled out OFA’s power when he was trying to steal the quirk, so I guess that makes sense.)

okay thank you Banjou for addressing this concern which I initially brought up as a joke, but which was apparently real enough for you to reassure Deku about

“don’t worry, even though we’re awake and hanging out inside of you at all times, we’re definitely not secretly watching and making fun of every single thing you do” hmmmmm

(ETA: “not that you could do anything about it even if we were, since you’re probably going to be the last OFA holder ever!” I don’t trust anything this asshole says lmao.)

OH SHIT??

YESSS DEKU now you can hold them accountable for all of their bullshit! because I do not doubt that there will be bullshit lol but let’s see how that goes

oh damn

well okay then. you didn’t have to stand up and walk over to him and loom all threateningly like that but okay sir

this guy has kind of a Kimimaro vibe to him. remember? that bone-growing guy from Naruto? except I’m pretty sure he had eyebrows. and wasn’t twenty feet tall. speaking of which, that explains the chairs

why are you wearing only 3/5ths of a shirt

lol what

someone’s gonna have to explain this to me. is he just redundant or something lol, or is he strangely poetical or what

(ETA: apparently HE’S MAKING A PUN omg. I immediately gained +10 love for him lol. also it flows a lot better in Japanese. this is one of the things Caleb is usually good at, so we’ll see what he does with the wordplay.)

omg the hermit theory is true!!

“I’M NOT WEIRD, IT’S SOCIETY WHICH IS WEIRD.” lol whatever you say buddy. also love how Banjou tried to give him a big hearty slap on the back but Hermit Boy was not having it lmao

IS HE TRYING TO CAPTURE HIM WITH BLACKWHIP

AND ACTUALLY, NO, SIR, AS A MATTER OF FACT, WE ARE NOT AWARE. SO SPILL!!

?!!?

okay my first response was LOL ARE YOU SERIOUS, THAT’S THE BIG SECRET!? -- and then it hit me what the significance of “died from old age... AT AGE FORTY” meant. at which point it was like “!!!!!” and then “OH, SHIT”

(ETA: there’s also an Iida joke here somewhere but I’m just too tired to make it.)

oh my god oh my god

did he somehow get a copy of the coroner’s report or something? like how does he even know that he died from “old age” as opposed to any number of other natural causes? ??

but anyway. so this is the quirk singularity coming into play then I guess. but then how come All Might is still alive and ticking?

(ETA: so this is one example of where this week’s translation is a mess lol. apparently the Fourth explains here that he didn’t know what the fuck he died from until All Might researched it. and it turns out there actually was an autopsy lol so there you go.)

so Fourth says he held OFA for eighteen years, and since he knew he would never be strong enough to defeat AFO on his own he basically just spent all his time punching rocks in the woods and training to power the quirk up

oh shit

is he implying that his body literally fell apart?? like that’s how he got the scars on his face? -- IS THAT WHAT KEEPS HAPPENING TO TOMURA, THEN. oh shit

DUDE

so you’re telling me that this quirk actively shortens the lifespan of anyone who uses it?? and my little boy here has had it now for a year already?? fuck me, I have immediately have a TON of thoughts about all this but let me save it until he’s done with his explanation

THANK YOU, DEKU

right?? how come All Might didn’t die then. even after he got injured. please don’t tell me he actually is dying still and is just being slow about it because I SWEAR TO GOD

what does this mean??

so what you’re trying to say is you all have NO FUCKING IDEA how long Deku’s gonna be able to hold this quirk before he SUDDENLY DROPS DEAD?! five generations ago this dude was able to hold it for eighteen years, and then four generations later All Might was able to hold it for thirty-odd years or so, and now Deku has it and you all have no clue which way it’s gonna go? actually this makes it sound like it really wasn’t OFA that killed the Fourth at all and you guys are just really bad at forming hypotheses. but since you’re making a big plot point out of it I guess it must be true

and don’t think I didn’t notice the part where you said you didn’t have OFA very long and then “died while fighting”, Firsto. I want to hear more about that. specifically who you passed the quirk onto before your death

and yes, if we are agreeing that OFA was the cause of the Fourth’s death, then the conclusion on this next page is the natural one to draw

so that’s a bit of a relief then, because Deku is quirkless too. so it means he won’t be able to hold OFA forever (and will probably have to find another quirkless person to pass it on to), but at least he won’t be randomly dying out of the blue next Tuesday or something

oh my god now he’s talking about OFA and AFO and user consciousnesses and all sorts of good theory stuff but it’s so much exposition. you’re really gonna make me read all this lol

wait what. why would All Might being quirkless have anything to do with the presence of his vestige in OFA Outer Space Party Land

but Deku is also quirkless and he’s clearly visible and chatting with you guys. so what gives. like how much of this is verified fact and how much of it is you guys just shrugging and making stuff up lol

SERIOUSLY, GUYS

BUT DEKU IS ALSO -- you know what, never mind sob. none of this shit makes any sense but whatever

(ETA: seriously, this all seems like an awful lot of speculation on their part. for Deku’s sake I sure hope they’re right.)

FSSKDJFLSKLKJLKJL ALL MIGHT IS FIFTY-FIVE?!

lol that’s a full ten years past my closest estimate, wow. but this pretty much confirms his age now at last! or at least confirms it within a couple of years, because we know All Might and Nana met when he was in middle school, and he presumably had the quirk by the time he took the U.A. entrance exam. so yeah. gonna go with fifty-five

so they think that because All Might was quirkless, OFA was better able to adapt to his body and became his true quirk, as opposed to being an extra quirk that stacked on top of the one he already had and overwhelmed him. ties in back to the whole “AFO used to bend people to his will by forcing quirks on them” thing, as well as the “Noumus are all mindless because of the strain of having multiple quirks”

Two and Three are really ruining the serious vibe of this scene here lol

they look like they’re doing the counting for hide and seek

and is this Deku talking now? I was about to get mad at First for implying that quirkless people are somehow freaks, as opposed to “normal” people jdslk

so in other words, don’t go giving it to your best friend all casually for shits and giggles, Deku. even if it would make a really cool climax for a movie. well shit. maybe that’s why they were so quick to nope back into Deku’s body afterward

so First says that because quirkless people are becoming rarer and rarer, the fact that All Might just happened to stumble upon Deku is “nothing short of a miracle.” which, yeah, that was definitely a stroke of luck there. being quirkless saved his life. but being quirkless is also part of why he was chosen in the first place, and we’ve always known that much

“in other words, kiddo...”

looks like there was some hurried clone stamp usage going on here lol. but props to RHA as always for putting this scan out so fast, especially given how exposition-heavy this week’s chapter has been

“anyways, that was the main topic” ARE YOU SERIOUS. there are like ten other topics imma need you all to get to here, people

(ETA: seems like this is a mistranslation; the line should actually read something more along the lines of “and now for the main topic.”)

FFFFFFFFF

“ENJOY YOUR CLIFFHANGER THIS WEEK.” dskfalkjlkjwlgkjl you really went and dumped this discourse on us yet again. fucking...

(ETA: forgot to mention, but as several people mentioned, this seems to be another mistranslation -- rather than asking Deku to kill Tomura as though it’s doing her a personal favor, Nana is asking “will you be able to do it.” in other words more of an “are you capable of doing it” type of thing. which is a very reasonable question to ask given that Deku is, well, Deku.)

anyways, and the answer is obviously going to be “no” of course. this isn’t going to end any differently than when the previous Avatars all told Aang to kill Ozai. but I guess it means we’re in for a fun conversation next week

so Nana looks pretty grim here though (nothing at all like the person who once taught All Might the importance of saving people with a smile), and I’m wondering if this means she believes that her grandson is already beyond saving. as in killing him would be a mercy, as opposed to him continuing to live with AFO bending his mind and body to his will. except if that is the case, I think she’s underestimating Tomura’s own will. and definitely underestimating Deku’s will to save

and also, just... I’m so fucking sick of AFO screwing the Shimura family over, honestly. this is exactly what he wanted. well fuck you, guy. you don’t get to have what you want. go out there and save Tomura, Deku. for his sake and for Nana’s. give them some hope. do your thing, boy. can’t wait for your big speech all about it next chapter lol