#Katsuki Bakugou x oc

[clownwritesfanfic]

I Could Be A Good Mother, and I Wanna Be Your Wife

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Class 1A is given the surprise task of caring for baby dolls. Everyone is randomly paired up in two’s, and it’s just your luck that you get your crush as a partner.

Warnings: Bakugou may be a little ooc but I don’t care

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 6,512

Disclaimer: Reader is kept as diverse as possible but wears a skirt, uses the girls locker room, has long enough hair to run fingers through, calls herself ‘mother’, being able to birth a child, and was originally written with a fem aligned person in mind. This is safe for poc, and plus size readers. The majority of the fic is also safe for trans women readers but the bonus at the end is not. (Y/N) is used only once.

Important info before you read‼️

This fic was written originally with an OC of mine in mind, however, most people don’t read Canon x OC and while I normally wouldn’t care and wrote one anyway, I am very proud of this and want as many people to read it as possible and hopefully enjoy it. So with that in mind, I took out any describing factors and her name but I did keep some of her backstory and her quirk. If that bothers you, you can move on but I hope you read it anyway because I’m very proud of this.

Also, there is another OC of mine in this story, Usagi. She’s not integral to the plot and has no speaking roles. I had to add her to keep the class even, otherwise someone would’ve been a single parent.

Any feedback is very welcome and appreciated!

Title is inspired by ‘not a lot, just forever’ by Adrianna Lenker but the fic is unrelated.

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It was a Monday, a few weeks after the majority of Class 1A got their provisional hero licenses when Midnight and Recovery Girl entered the classroom. Aizawa had taken it upon himself to snuggle up in his yellow sleeping bag and take a nap after introducing the two women, leaving them to explain what today’s class is.

The students expected Midnight, considering she had taught a few of their classes before, but there were murmurs of why the school nurse was there.

“Listen up boys and girls! We have a very special and unique class for today!” Midnight announced as she raised her hand in the air, her leather whip clutched in her hand, catching the attention of everyone (who was awake) in the room.

“Today isn’t about hero work or everyday schoolwork. This lesson is special, it will help you all later in your lives if you choose this path. The path being….PARENTHOOD!” She exclaimed while striking an enthusiastic pose.

“Wait, what?!” “Seriously?” “What do you mean?!” A series of voices could be heard throughout the classroom.

“Settle down!” Midnight got the attention of the students. “This lesson is the most important lesson anyone can learn. Whether you want to become a parent or not, learning how to care for babies and children is a vital and selfless aspect of life.”

There were a couple hushed protests among the class but Recovery Girl talked over them. “You will have one week to care for these babies.” She explained as she pulled out eleven baby dolls of various genders and races. “These dolls are specially made for things like this. These babies will cry, make noises, “sleep”, “eat”, and soil its diaper like a real baby. They’re also able to record and grade you based on how quickly you can figure out and resolve its problem. And be careful what you say around it and how you say things. They can detect anger and verbal abuse which will drastically affect your score. Now…any questions?”

A bunch of hands were instantly raised. But that didn’t matter since Bakugou stood up and slammed his hands onto his desk and yelled. “WHAT THE HELL DO WE HAVE TO RAISE SOME DUMB BABIES FOR?! THIS IS THE HERO COURSE NOT A NURSEY COURSE!”

“Sit down.” Midnight said sternly. She took over the conversation. “While this lesson isn’t exactly meant to play into your hero work, this knowledge can be beneficial out in the field. For example, in some rescue operations, it can take hours for a child to be reunited with their family. Most of the time, medics will take the child and work with police to try and reunite them with their parents, but there are times where a hero must step in and care for and comfort the child. With older children around three to five years old, they’re easier to calm down. You can talk to them and explain the situation and reassure them. But babies and younger children are harder to console in high stress situations. If you learn these things now, you won’t be stressed if you ever get caught in a situation where you’re in charge of a small child. A lot of heroes are inexperienced with child care unless they are a parent themselves or have young family members. Think of this as getting ahead of a problem before it even starts. Make sense?”

Bakugou grumbled and sat back down.

“Eeeee This is going to be fun! We get to take care of cute babies!” Ashido squealed.

“I don’t think it will be that fun, Mina. Babies are a lot of hard work and dedication.” Asui chimed in, a finger lifted up to her lips. She had two younger siblings, so she knew a thing or two about raising kids.

“Correct you are, child.” Recovery Girl said. “The infant stage is one of the toughest stages of child rearing since they can’t communicate their needs and wants with words. It’s a lot of guessing and paying attention to their body language. However, these dolls do not move so you will have to rely on audio cues to guess what the child needs.”

Midnight spoke up. “You will be split up into groups of two all determined by a random draw. Because there are more boys than girls in this class, some of you will end up in a same sex partnership. You do not have to act as a real couple so don’t freak out if you’re partnered with someone you don’t have romantic feelings for. What’s important is teamwork on taking care of the baby. You are in charge of the child for the rest of this week, including the weekend. You may chose to either take turns or to split responsibility evenly. You will be given all the supplies you will need, if you end up needing more, Recovery Girl will help you. At the end of the week you will return the dolls and we will tally up the scores and see which couple has the lowest score. The lowest score is the winner since each mistake is marked based on how severe of a mistake it was. The higher the score, the worse you did. Any more questions?”

Iida quickly raised his hand. Midnight gestured for him to speak. He stood up and loudly asked “If we are to have the baby all day for the rest of the week, what do we do with it while training? You can’t expect us to take the baby with us! That’s highly dangerous and immoral and I would expect better from such a prestigious school!”

“Yes, you’re right. We don’t expect you to keep the doll with you while training. That’s why each of you will have to figure something out. One of you will have to sit out of training unless you can find a better option. Leaving the child in your dorm and hoping for the best is not an option and neither is bringing it to training and leaving it off to the side. It’s like real life. One of the parents has to stay home and care for the child. Sometimes they will get a babysitter but that is not an option for you since the scores need to come from you and your partner only for you to pass. If you really want to train that day, you’ll either have to talk it through with your partner, or train later in the day during your free time.” Midnight answered.

“Thank you very much for clearing this up.” Iida said, bowing deeply before taking his seat.

Midnight clapped her hands. “Alright! With everything out of the way, let’s draw for your partners.” She held up a blue plastic box. “In this box is twenty-two coloured tokens. There are eleven pairs. Each one of you will reach into this box and pull out one token, when everyone has a token, you will be given time to find the person with the same colour token. They will be your partner for the rest of the week. You may not switch partners. Each colour is already assigned to a baby as well, so you don’t get to chose that either.” As she finished explaining she walked around the room letting everyone reach in and pull out a token. When the box was empty she returned to the front and allowed the class to find their partners.

Midoriya and Uraraka had the yellow tokens, Shouji and Asui had the purple tokens, Mina and Kirishima had the red tokens, Kaminari and Jirou had the orange tokens, Hagakure and Yayorozu had the light blue tokens, Sero and Mineta had the black tokens, Usagi and Tokoyami had the dark blue tokens, Todoroki and Ojiro had the pink tokens, Iida and Aoyama had the green tokens, and Satou and Kouda had the white tokens.

You looked down at your brown coloured token and looked back up to scan the room. All your classmates were already paired up and either happily talking about how it would be to raise a baby together or complaining about their partner. You could faintly hear Mineta crying about not being paired up with a girl. You look across the room at Bakugou who was still sat at his desk, glaring at his token.

Upon closer look, you could see that it was the same colour as yours. You sighed, already accepting that you’ll basically be a single parent as you can’t imagine he’d want anything to do with this. You reluctantly stood up and made your way across the classroom to him.

“Um…hey. Looks like we have the same colour. Guess we’re partners for the week.” You said, gently.

“I can fucking see that. I’m not blind, dumbass.” He retorted.

Ah, it seems he’s decided to take on the verbally abusive and absent father route already. You’ll have to do your best to make sure you get a low enough score. You’ve never taken care of a baby before. You had baby dolls as a kid but they’ve never graded you before. This was a whole new challenge and you could feel the anxiety pooling in your stomach.

“Right…well. We should talk about how we want to do this.” You started. “I think we should take turns each day. I could take it today and you take it tomorrow and repeat. I know you probably don’t want to skip a day of training so I can take it during training even on your days. There’s not much really for me to train anyway so I can afford to lose a week of it.” You let out a weak laugh.

Bakugou growled. “Do whatever you want but don’t be stupid. You can train on the days I have it. Don’t stop your training over some dumb doll.”

“But…you would be stopping yours if you-“ You get cut off by the blonde.

“I’m already the best in this whole class! Missing a few days of training isn’t going to do anything. Besides, you’re weak and you need to be at your strongest so I can beat you and prove that I’m the best in this entire school!” He yelled. You think that was a compliment albeit he put it weirdly.

“Ha…yeah…okay.” You replied. Just then the bell rang and everyone started to put their stuff away. You went over to your desk to do the same.

“Please return your tokens to the box! And before you leave, pick up your baby with the matching colour onesie and the bag of necessities. You have the rest of the day to yourselves.” Said Midnight.

You slung your bag onto your back and walked to the front of the room and dropped your token back into the box. You waited for your classmates to fizzle out a bit so you could get your baby. The dolls were all lined up in car seats. You found the one wearing a brown onesie, a girl with blonde hair. You chuckled to yourself at the resemblance to your partner.

You grabbed the handle of the car seat and went to grab the big duffel bag next to it when someone grabbed it before you. You look over to see Bakugou standing over you, glaring off to the side.

“Move it.” He gruffed out as he slung the bag over his shoulder.

You left the classroom with Bakugou trailing behind you, still scowling. You turn around and start walking backwards to face him and hold out the car seat so he could see the doll nestled inside.

“Look. She looks like you.” You giggled. He glanced down at the blonde doll and huffed.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot.” He grumbled. You rolled your eyes and turned back around and followed your classmates to the dorms.

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Back in the dorms, everyone was changed out of their school uniforms and gathered in the common room with their new kids. Everyone of course…except for Bakugou, who very grumpily went to his room after dropping the bag of things off at your room.

You had went through the bag and found loads of diapers, clothing, a carrier that strapped to your chest, bottles, a pacifier, and some baby toys. You weren’t exactly sure why you would need toys, considering the baby isn’t actually real, but you guessed you’d find out the reason sooner or later.

You decided to change her out of her boring brown onesie so you picked out a cute outfit from the ones provided. You undid the buckles holding the baby in the car seat (why it came in a car seat when you don’t even know how to drive a car, you will not know) and gently and carefully lifted the little girl out of the seat, making sure to support her head.

As you laid her on the ground and started to undress her, she started making cooing noises.

“Oh! Hello….you must be awake now I guess.” You spoke to the baby as she cooed in reply. “Ha…I guess you are kinda cute.” You felt as if you were talking to yourself.

When your new daughter was dressed, you decided to go to the common room since you thought everyone would be there, and right you were. As you went down the hallway you could hear the excited chatter of your classmates getting louder. When you were in sight, Mina noticed you and waved you over.

“Hey! Come over here! We’re all showing off our babies!” She excitedly exclaimed. As you walked over, Kirishima stood up from his spot beside Mina and offered the space to you. You thanked him as you sat down and readjusted your baby in your arms.

“Course! What kinda man would I be if I didn’t offer a seat to a lady with a baby!” He replied. Ever so chivalrous, he is.

“Ha! That rhymed.” Kaminari pointed out.

“Awww you got a girl? How lucky!” Mina squealed. “Kirishima and I got a boy. We named him Kenji.” You looked down at her lap where the doll was laid on its back.

“You named it?” You asked.

“Well yeah! We can’t just keep calling him “it” and “the baby”.” She explained as if it was obvious.

Iida then chimed in, his baby tucked securely in one of his arms. “Yes, I suppose it would be beneficial to name the child. This is supposed to be taken seriously and we can not leave a child unnamed!”

There were murmurs of agreement throughout the room as everyone talked with their partners on what they should name their baby. You looked down to the small blonde doll in your arms that let out another coo and softly smiled.

“Riki…” You thought to yourself. “I’ll call you Riki.”

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“Riki?” Bakugou gawked. “You gave it a name?”

Bakugou was helping with making dinner, well, it was more like he forced everyone to let him do most of it because “no one was doing it right”. You were stood out of the way but within talking distance, your newly named baby in one arm and holding a bottle up to her mouth as she “ate”.

“First off, she’s a she not an “it”. Secondly, everyone in the class named their baby. We have to take this seriously and I’m not going to call her an “it” the whole week. Besides…I thought Riki would be a good name. It means “strong”….and since she kinda looks like you, I figured you’d want your kid to be strong like you so…” You trailed off looking down at the doll in your arms. “We can change it though if you really don’t like it.”

Bakugou huffs. “No…call it-…..call her whatever you want.” He continues to cook in silence. There’s a faint blush on his cheeks. You smile softly at him. Maybe you won’t have to do this alone after all.

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The first day goes by smoothly. You had a bit of a learning curve with changing the diaper but you managed after help from Yayorozu. Who knew she’d be so good at something like that?

You had just settled down into bed after putting Riki to “sleep” and were scrolling on your phone. It was about 10pm, most people were still awake but you knew the person you wanted to talk to most more than likely wasn’t. He went to bed at 8:30pm every night, even on weekends.

You stared at your screen open on Bakugou’s blank private messages page. UA made an app for the students to contact each other and teachers with. It worked like a regular texting app, every class had their own group chat and you could private message each other, even students from other classes. All of them were accessible to staff if needed though.

You didn’t know if you should even bother asking him if he’s still going to take Riki tomorrow. Plus you didn’t want to wake him up. You were about to turn your phone off when you got a message from Mina. You open up her message and see a picture of Kirishima with his hair down, asleep on one of the couches in the common room with their baby on his chest. You laughed quietly to yourself and responded with a cute reaction meme. You thought they would make an interesting pair for this project.

You turned off your phone and plugged it in to charge and set it on your bedside table. You got comfortable in bed and closed your eyes. It would take you a while to fall asleep so you started to let your mind wander. You realized that tomorrow Bakugou will miss out on training if he takes the baby. He already told you earlier today in class not to worry about it and to focus on your own training…but you genuinely couldn’t think on how training would benefit you.

Your quirk has always been more of a supporting quirk rather than one that could do well in a fight one on one. Your quirk is called Cheer, by speaking words of encouragement to someone, you can make your target stronger both physically and emotionally. The reverse also works, if you berate someone it makes them weaker. You can use it on more than one person but its effects get weaker the more people you use it in at once. There’s also a major weakness to your quirk. Anytime you berate someone, you gain confidence, but when you encourage someone, it takes away your confidence. Because of this you feel inferior to everyone else in your class. Even Mineta has a more useful quirk in combat than you do. You’re basically forced to sit on the sidelines and watch people fight. It helps in rescue operations but you still wished you could fight like everyone else. You only managed to get into the hero course because you racked up enough rescue points and got lucky with a three pointer.

It’s ironic that someone with an inferiority complex got paired up with someone with a superiority complex. It’s even more ironic that you managed to gain a crush on the bastard too.

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It was now Tuesday morning and Bakugou was sat in his room staring at the doll in its car seat.

You had entered the common room already dressed in your uniform with Riki in the seat. Hero training was the first class that morning so anyone who was in charge of their baby that day stayed behind and would join everyone later for normal classes. Your tie wasn’t done yet and your skirt was pulled up a little too high, showing off more thigh than you usually do, as you were in a rush since Riki wouldn’t stop crying and you couldn’t figure out why. She had finally managed to settle down when you gave her the included pacifier.

You weren’t much of a breakfast eater, especially if you were training in the morning so you didn’t go to the kitchen. You noticed Bakugou sat on one of the couches drinking something out of a mug. He was wearing a simple black tank top and sweatpants.

“Oh Bakugou! There you are. I’m guessing since you’re not in uniform you’re still taking Riki today.” You sat the car seat on the floor near him and started doing your tie. You knew you were just going to have to take it off soon to change into your hero costume but you still wanted to show up looking like you at least tried. “So I figured out that she makes different noises depending on what she wants. Most of the time she just wants to be held or given a pacifier so she makes really whiny sounds that almost sound like a cry. She was just crying now and the only thing that made her stop was the pacifier so she might start up again soon. I made a smaller bag of her things like diapers and her bottle just so you’re not carrying a big ass duffel bag later.” You were almost rivalling Midoriya with how fast you were muttering, you didn’t mean to but you didn’t want to be late and you kept fumbling with your tie.

As you were smoothing out your front, you felt a pair of hands grab the bottom of your skirt and start to pull down. You shrieked and smacked the hands away and turned around to see (to the best of your ability) Hagakure behind you.

“Oh my god, Hagakure! I had no idea who was behind me! You scared me thinking it was Mineta pulling at my skirt.” You laughed and grabbed onto the girls arms.

“Ahhh I’m sorry! I just noticed your skirt was up a lot higher than normal and you almost showed off a bit too much.” The invisible girl explained as you fixed your skirt. “Come on, we got to get to class!”

“Right, yeah, I’m coming.” You responded as Hagakure held your hand. You quickly turned to Bakugou again who once again had a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “You sure you’ll be okay? I know it’s only for an hour before I see you again so if you want to pawn her off to me next class then that’s fine.”

“Tch…how incompetent do you think I am? Of course I can take care of some stupid doll for an hour!” He barked back at you.

You felt Hagakure pulling you towards the front door. “Ok, well…see you later then!” You said as you finally took off with your friend, leaving Bakugou and a few others scattered around the common room.

“Heyyy, Bakugou! You get stuck on babysitting duty too?” Kaminari taunted, his baby settled in a carrier strapped to his chest.

Bakugou growled. “It’s not babysitting when it’s your own kid you idiot. And you look dumb with that thing on.” He stood up and grabbed the handle of the car seat and went off to his room. He could hear Kaminari complaining as he left.

Now here he was, in his room having a staring match with a doll. He wasn’t sure what to do for an hour, let along with a baby. He glanced up at some math homework left on his desk and decided to finish it up so he was ahead of everyone else in class. Ten minutes past when his concentration was interrupted by whining. He looked over at the car seat that was faced away from him at this angle and sighed. He reached over and turned it around.

“Jesus. She didn’t mention how fucking annoying it would be.” He muttered to himself as he undid the straps and lifted the baby out. “What the hell is your problem, huh?” He asked, surprisingly not as loud as he normally would. He thought maybe she was hungry and remembered you said something about a small bag with her bottle in it. He looked around but couldn’t find it. In fact, he didn’t remember seeing any bag with the baby anyway. He grumbled as he picked up his phone and opened up the messaging app and sent you a private message.

In the locker rooms you heard your phone buzz and decided to look at it as you were changing. You saw a notification from Bakugou and quickly opened it.

Katsuki Bakugou: hey, dumbass. she’s crying but I can’t find that bag you were talking about

You winced as you remembered that you never actually grabbed the bag in your rush to get downstairs.

You: damn I must have forgotten it in my room, sorry. feel free to go and grab it. my room code is 6678 it should be on my desk. you know which floor I’m on right?

Bakugou scoffed.

Katsuki Bakugou: yes I know. I’m not stupid.

You: never said you were <3 have fun lol

You didn’t realize you sent the heart. It was muscle memory from texting with your friends, but it sent Bakugou for a loop.

After he had quickly made his way to the second floor and grabbed the bag you mentioned, he went back to his room where he had left the baby on his bed. Her whining had turned into crying by now.

“Alright, Alright! I got your damn stuff.” Bakugou sat on the floor and settled the doll into his arm. He removed the pacifier and held the bottle up to its mouth. He felt relieved when the crying stopped. “This is fucking ridiculous.” He thought out loud.

He rested his back on his bed and started to drift off in to thought. Why did you send that heart? Did you mean to do it? Was it a reflex? Were you making fun of him? No…that couldn’t be right. You were one of the few that took him seriously. Sure you teased him sometimes, but not as much as the others. He thought back to a time where he accidentally overheard something he probably shouldn’t have that still made his heart feel weird.

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Bakugou was making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink. He could hear you and the other girls of Class 1A giggling and talking about random shit.

He was going to ignore the group when something made him stop in his tracks right before he would be seen.

“Sooo, who do you like?” Mina asked with a teasing voice.

“Who, me?” You asked as Mina nodded. All eyes were on you and you felt yourself blush. “Well…I guess I kinda have a thing for Bakugou…” You answered shyly, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What?!” “Wait, Bakugou?!” “Really?” The girls cried out in unison.

“Why is that so shocking? You guys seriously don’t think he’s at least a little bit attractive?” You inquired.

Bakugou stiffened at the confession and he felt his heartbeat speed up. You…had a crush on him? Someone actually was interested in him romantically?

“You don’t think all his yelling and name calling is a turn off?” Uraraka asked.

“Hm…not really. Sure he says some mean stuff but…he doesn’t actually mean it.” You reasoned.

“I don’t know…he always seems to be serious about it. I mean he doesn’t even know our names.” Jirou huffed.

“Yes he does!” You laughed. “He’s not stupid. He’s a lot smarter than I think any of you give him credit for.”

“He is in the top our class academic wise as well as hero wise.” Yayorozu chimes in.

“Exactly. Have none of you realized that a lot of his plans actually work? He may seem like he’s rushing into things but it’s obvious he’s put clear thought into his plans. And the fact that he can make one up that quickly is impressive. He’s also more compassionate than you’d think.” You said, leaning back on the couch.

“Well I think you’re wrong with that.” Tsu replied.

“Because you guys are only seeing the surface level. You’re not reading in between the lines. For example, remember when we just moved into the dorms, the talk Mr. Aizawa had with us outside?” They nodded. “When Mr. Aizawa left, you could feel the uncomfortable tension in the class at being reminded of what happened. Bakugou grabbed Kaminari and made him go all dumb because he knew it would make everyone laugh. And it did! The tension was gone instantly! Bakugou really does care, he just doesn’t know how to show it like other people. And remember the school festival? He totally could’ve refused to play the drums but he did it anyway! That’s what I like about him. He’s not a cold hearted asshole, he just wants you to think he is. I use to be like that too.” You trailed off, looking ashamed.

“Wait. YOU were an asshole?” Mina prodded.

You sighed and nodded. “Yeah, back when I first got my quirk. I realized that putting other people down gave me a lot of confidence. I went on a power trip and started bullying everyone. I started to realize that the “friends” that I did have were only my “friends” so they could escape my words. Made me feel like shit when I found out. Now I hate using my quirk like that unless absolutely necessary. But yeah….I see through Bakugou’s walls and I guess it just made me fall for him.” You changed the subject.

“Wow…you’re whipped for him, aren’t you?” Mina teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just don’t tell him that. I don’t need him on my ass about it.” You blushed and waved her off.

“You sure you don’t want him on your ass?” Mina teased again.

“OH SHUT UP!” You threw a pillow at her as the girls laughed.

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Bakugou had zoned out at that memory. He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it’s your fault for being so damn loud and talking about him in the first place! It’s been a few weeks since that and it’s still fresh in his mind. Did he like you back? He wasn’t sure. On one hand he was pissed at how you managed to figure him out so easily, but on the other hand…he felt comforted knowing someone understood him and didn’t make fun of him for it. He will admit that you weren’t that bad looking or as stupid as everyone else. He did wish you would see the potential you had with your quirk, though. He could feel his cheeks start to heat up and he scoffed, snapping out of his thoughts and looking back down at the doll in his arms.

“I guess…she’s not so bad…” He said softly to Riki.

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Training had finished and you and the rest of your classmates were on your way to your next class.

Upon entering the classroom you noticed everyone that had skipped out on training standing around, babies either in their arms, strapped to their chest, or in the car seat. Bakugou was sat in his spot, chin in his hand looking out the window to his left.

You had a few minutes to spare before class started so you walked up to your partner. “Hey! How’d it go? Was she fussy?” You asked as you squatted down to see Riki, who was in her car seat on the floor next to his desk.

“Tch, no. I told you I know what I’m doing.” He grumbled.

“I’m pretty sure none of us know what we’re doing but it’s nice to know that you’re taking this seriously.” You replied standing back up.

“HA? YOU THINK I WOULD’NT? YOU THINK I’M NOT CAPABLE OF THIS?” He yelled as he let off small explosions.

“Course not. I did kinda think you would end up leaving most of this to me though. But it’s nice that you’re playing along.” You smiled sincerely.

Iida started ushering everyone to their assigned seats as class was about to begin. You patted Bakugou on his shoulder and left to your seat near the back of the class.

He clenched his fists and glared down at his desk, he could feel his heartbeat going wild again.

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A few days had passed and it was now Friday night and you were at your wits end.

It was your day with Riki and she had been crying non stop for thirty minutes now. You were pacing your room with her in your arms as the doll “sobbed” louder and louder with each agonizing minute. You had no idea what was wrong; you tried feeding her, changing her diaper, holding her, giving her a pacifier, you even tried the toys that they provided but nothing was working!

You were close to tears yourself as you thought about how this would affect your grade and how pissed Bakugou would be if you ruined it. The whole week went by just fine, it never took this long for her to settle down. You had gotten lucky with the baby you were given as she was so easy to care for, but this moment right now was proving difficult.

Feeling like you had no other choice, you left your room with your still wailing daughter in your arms and quickly made your way up to Bakugou’s room.

You knocked on his door while still trying to shush Riki. When Bakugou opened the door, he looked like he had just woken up which made you start ranting.

“Bakugou, fuck, I’m so sorry to bother you right now I know you like to go to bed early but she’s been crying like this for like thirty minutes now and I’ve tried everything but she just won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do and I’m probably gonna make us fail cause I can’t get her to fucking stop and I just…” You panted “…can you please help me?” You nearly whined.

“Give her to me.” Bakugou reached out as you transferred her into his arms. He walked away with the crying doll, leaving his door open. You decided that was an invitation so you slipped into his room and gently closed the door behind you. You watched as Bakugou gently bounced the doll in his arms and started petting its blonde head.

You stared in awe as Riki started to finally quiet down until she was silent. You breathed out a sigh of relief but tears started to quickly gather in your eyes. Bakugou had opened his balcony door and stepped outside to the cool air. You ran a hand through your messy hair and followed them out onto the balcony. The not quite freezing but cold air nipping at your skin. It felt nice as you didn’t even notice that you were sweating from the stress. You bent over and rested your elbows on the railing and placed your head in your hands, trying to hold back your tears.

“She had been crying for so long…I tried everything but nothing worked. But the minute you have her she finally stops. What the hell am I doing wrong? Why am I such a bad mother?” You muttered more to yourself but your partner could hear you anyways.

A minute of silence went by as you tried to not let your tears fall when Bakugou finally spoke up, surprising gently. “Don’t beat yourself up over something you barely know how to handle.”

He leaned his back against the railing next to you. His arm barely grazing against your shoulder, his way of trying to comfort you. You sniffed and dropped your arms from your head and looked forward out into the dark courtyard.

“She’s been perfect this entire week. Nothing I couldn’t handle…but she just had to act like a total brat tonight.” You sighed.

“Hey.” Bakugou said sternly. “Don’t call our daughter a brat…that’s my line.”

You laughed at that, completely overlooking the fact that you called the doll “our daughter”. Bakugou softly smiled at your laugh, also not realizing exactly what he said. But her certainly felt his heart flutter as he looked down at the baby in his arms.

Bakugou decided he’d take her for the rest of the night so you could get some sleep. It was his turn tomorrow anyway.

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Monday had come by quickly, thus, ending the project. Recovery Girl had collected the dolls, and you couldn’t lie, you felt a little sad at the fact that you won’t have Riki around anymore. The class waited in anticipation to see whose grade was the lowest.

When the results came in, Midnight stood at the front of the class once again and started to call out the grades.

“Coming in last place is Sero and Mineta with a sixty-five.” Mineta started screaming about how unfair it was and that they got a faulty doll. “Todoroki and Ojiro have a score of thirty-four, Kaminari and Jirou have a thirty, Iida and Aoyama a twenty-seven, Usagi and Tokoyami with twenty-five, Shouji and Asui with twenty-one, Hagakure and Yayorozu with twenty, Mina and Kirishima with an eighteen, Satou and Kouda with a fifteen, Bakugou and (Y/N) with a score of eight, and lastly, coming in first place with the best score is Midoriya and Uraraka with a three! Good work everyone. I hope you all learned some valuable lessons from this experience!” Midnight finished.

There were high fives and cheers coming from the people with the lower scores and talks of what they could’ve done better from the people with higher marks.

You stared down at your desk smiling. Eight wasn’t so bad, right? Much better than what Mineta got.

At the front of the class, Bakugou has turned his head back to look at you and softly smiled to himself when he saw your relief. He turned back around to look down at his hands as he played with his pen. He could hear Midoriya and Uraraka being congratulated for the lowest score and for once in his life….he didn’t mind coming in second.

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Bonus:

Twelve years later, Bakugou had established himself as the number two hero with his own agency. You worked along side him as his number one sidekick. You both grew a lot since high school and grew closer from the experience. You managed to get rid of your inferiority complex and become more comfortable with using your quirk against villains rather than standing by and cheering on the heroes. You can also hold your own in combat pretty well now and you have a slew of support items to help.

But instead of kicking ass on the street you were laid out on a hospital bed after the longest 7 hours of your life. You were sweaty and exhausted, but it was all worth it as you looked at the little bundle in your arms. A head of blonde hair was peaking out of the blanket.

“What should we name her?” You whispered to the person leaning over you with their hand on your head and looking lovingly down at the newborn.

“…..Riki.” Bakugou said softly.

[slutforsnow]

I've been drawing a lot of my hero academia lately so I've art dumped :D

[secondsineternity]

Genesis

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Very excited about this one, hope you enjoy!

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Sneak Peek: True Chapter Four

A little angst.

[os3npaio]

•❅��──✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

📖💎Night of the Fireflies💎📖✨

Part Two

[ Fantasy AU - Kiri x Baku x Rose (OC) ]

- Inspired by YUZUYA’s Fantasy Asmr

(Started Last Year. Being converted into page comics after I upload all the beginning panels)

Cw: There will be future adult situations

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

from the start !

so. . what are we ??

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[blondieeu]

early bird. katsuki b.

katsuki knew you better than you knew yourself. he knew your preferences, style, personality, even memorized your social security number since you always forgot it. he’d lived with you for damn near 5 years now.

“katsuki”

so when you wake him up in the late hours of the night, all needy and pent up he shouldn’t be surprised, he doesn’t even bother getting angry at you because you always tended to get needy in the night.

you shook him softly, his back turned to you as you tried to wake him. his body rising and falling with quiet snores that became irregular when you shook him.

“katsuki?”

“mm”

“katsuki!”

“what’s wrong”

he didn’t even bother opening his eyes, still laying there like a rock as he waiting for a response from you.

“can we fuck? please katsuki”

the male sighed and lazily grabbed his phone from the nightstand, squinting hard just to see the time. 2:06AM.

“you can’t sleep?”

the silence in the air already told him the answer, katsuki didn’t bother to keep questioning you as he began to shuffle out of his boxers.

“take your panties off.”

he muttered, helping you on your back and pulling the green underwear off your ankles, not without noticing the wet part on the middle of them and giving you a ‘you needed me that bad?’ look. he put your hand around his cock gesturing for you too put it in since he was too tired to find the hole.

bakugou moaned as he settled himself into your sopping cunny, strong hands almost making dents in the headboard as he rocked his hips into yours and watching your slick create thin strings between you and him.

your legs were loose around his waist, toes curling everytime he let himself go deep with your hands touching at his chest and stomach.

“shit.. pussy make me wan’ give you a fuckin’ baby.”

he grunted the words out with a small shake in his voice, like he was trying to hold back a couple moans. he tiredly let his head fall in between his strong, well built arms that held the headboard as he looked down at your face, eyes teary and mouth half opened while you clenched around his cock.

katsuki sat up from his position with hard-to-silence heaves to pull the black wife beater he had on over his head and throw it somewhere across the room as his body temperature started to rise.

he secured his position by grabbing onto your sides so he could fuck you harder. needy moans filled the warm room along with the quiet sound of skin connecting. you could’ve sworn that you went mute every couple of minutes from the surges of pleasure he was feeding into your cunny. wait could you hear how wet you were?

your long time boyfriend gave a lazy smile as he leaned down to make out with you as an attempt to get you quiet so you could her your cunny talk to him as well. quiet squelching could be heard if you really did listen in detail.

“hear her singin’ ? s’ all you—…shit girl..gets this bad at night?”

your pretty eyes were rolling as you tried your best to nod, barely even hearing him while you were concentrated on not cumming too fast and trying not to squirt since you knew you forgot towels. still, loud pornographic moans bounced off of your bedroom walls.

“y..es..kat-suki..”

“alright. ima take care of it baby”

a/n: i refuse to write a whole smutshot!!!!!

aizawa ver

blondieeu xx

[hanahaki270]

♡ Sharing a Dorm ♡

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Synopsis ┊Your dorm is going under renovation and you need to find a place to crash in for a while. Luckily a certain someone offers you to stay in theirs for the time being.

Characters ┊Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Izuku Midoriya.

A/N ┊beginner Writer here, these were harder to think of than I thought ngl. If you have any requests please send them to me, I'm open to do different characters and also different anime's!

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Katsuki Bakugou

❥ By no means whatsoever does he offer his dorm out of the kindness of his heart. He just got pissed off of seeing you sleeping on the couch in the commons area every morning, and accidentally stepping on your blanket or pillows. After stepping on your blanket once more he grabs your shit and puts it in his dorm and acts like he's bothered by this but really he doesn't mind at all.

❥ Makes you sleep on the floor for the first two nights until you convince him to share the bed. He's reluctant at first but then allows it as long as you stay on your side of the bed. Do you really though?

❥ Expect to sleep earlier and get your sleep schedule in check because his dorm, his rules, lights are off at ten pm sharp with no exceptions.

❥ Also expect your grades to go up. While he's your roommate he's going to make you don't slack off on your studies.

❥ When he wakes up in the morning and notices your head resting on his chest he gets somewhat annoyed but secretly likes it. he's willing to get behind on his strict schedule and let you rest on him a little longer. but just a little.

❥ Demands you now be his training partner but is careful to not get carried away. You're strong, but he still doesn't want to run the risk of hurting you. therefore, he always keeps Aid kits in the bathroom just in case you do get any scratches, even if they're minor.

❥ Constantly threatening to kick you out over every little thing but actually has no intention of doing so. He won't admit it but he enjoys your company. "I swear if I see one more sock lying around I'm grabbing your shit and throwing it out."

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Shoto Todoroki

❥ "Why don't you sleep with me." he said boldly unaware of how his sentence had more than one connotation to it. I mean you need help and as your friend he's more than willing to help you out. plus he has the biggest dorm compared to everyone else, if anything he's the most suitable to offer his help he thought.

❥ Asks you what temperature you prefer to sleep in so he can use his quirk to either make the room colder or warmer depending on your preference. and ALWAYS makes sure to make both sides of your pillows cold.

❥ When he's out visiting his mother you make sure the place is clean (though it usually is since he tends to be on the neater side) and prepare some soba for him as a token of your appreciation. After a couple of times he starts to look forward for it and got saddened the one day you forgot.

❥ In return he made sure not turn on the lights when getting ready in the morning as to not wake you up. Part of it was for a selfish reason though, he thought it was cute how you slept soundly on his bed.

❥ Speaking about sleep; During the night he would find himself cozying up next to you, not on purpose though. He just felt comfort in your presence and he realized you felt the same way when you also moved closer to him during the night.

❥ Leaves out coffee for you in the mornings since you tend to stay up late on nights and wake up always running late to your classes.

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Izuku Midoriya

❥ Overheard you talking to Tsuyu and Uraraka about how you need a place to sleep in and walked over to offer his help without a second thought. You already spend most of your time in his dorm room during the day to share notes anyways. The only difference would just be you spending the night.

❥ Offers for you to sleep in his bed while he sleeps on the floor. After you refuse to let him sleep on the floor he shyly agrees to share the bed with you constantly asking you if you're okay with it.

❥ Midoriya stays up late at night writing in his notebook and murmuring thoughts to himself. You persuade him to go to bed and leave his worries for the following day. he deeply apologizes for the burden kind of embarrassed. "I-I'm sorry! was I keeping you up? I'll go to bed in a few minutes don't worry."

❥ Always invites you to go out with him whenever he leaves the dorm, even if it's something as simple as going to the gas station to get some snacks.

❥ he loves to talk your ear off geeking out about the knowledge he knows about the top heroes and their quirks. When he notices he got carried away he gets all types of flustered but even then he doesn't get the sense of being judged.

❥ Since he's constantly getting injured and going to see Recovery girl he always comes back exhausted. regardless, his stubborn ass still tries to go out on missions and push himself to the limits. he get's frustrated when you don't let him do so and force him to rest and leave his chores to you. But he loves you for it.

[babycakezero]

♡ out in the rain

Since his childhood, Bakugo Katsuki couldn't name a single thing he despised more than rain. The smell, the way it ruined his shoes and soaked his clothes. He hated all of it, and more.

So when he randomly awoke in the middle of the night after a weird dream and saw you, wearing a pair of flimsy sandals and your pajamas, crouched over with your umbrella covering something infront of you, he couldn't understand why his feet took him directly to your side with almost no thought for the rain.

"The hell are you doing?" He barked at you, his hands stuffed deep within the pockets of his sweatpants in an attempt to keep at least one part of his body sheltered from the cold rain.

Startled, your body jerked forward slightly, making you lose your balance for a few seconds before easily regaining it, "Jeez, why do you always have to walk so quietly, Bakugo!"

His narrowed eyes stared at you, studying the way your hair stuck itself to your face, before taking notice of the unusually thin, and dirty, cat you were protecting from the rain by using your umbrella.

"That a stray, or something." He huffed out, the air so cold that it was making his breath visible.

He watched intently as your lips formed a little pout, "Yeah, and he kinda looks sick, right?"

"It's ugly."

You glared up at him, your pretty colored eyes throwing all the anger you could possibly muster his way, "You two literally look like brothers, Bakugo." Quickly, too quickly for his liking, you turned you attention away from him and back to the cat who rubbed its body against your exposed knee, "Should I try to sneak-"

"Are you serious?" His eyes rolled at the question he knew you wanted to ask.

"I can't just leave this cutie out here by himself, that's just plain cruel, Bakugo! You would just have to open the doors for me, so I don't drop him."

He didn't want to help you, or the ugly cat you were desperate to bring into your dorm room. He knew it would be a problem if he did, the money you would have to spend in order to take care of it would be out of your budget as an unemployed high school student. But, the longer he stared at you, the more and more he started to beg himself to just give into you.

"Please, Bakugo." You crunched up your nose at him, water droplets sliding down your face.

You were too much for him, he thought as he turned him back to you and started walking back to the dorms, "Fine. But only if you call me 'Katsuki' from now on."

characters ♡ bakugo katsuki x ♡

a/n ~ sorry if this is poorly written in any way,my sleep deprived self wanted to write something !

[with-my-calamitous-love]

WHAT IF I CANT HAVE US?

katsuki bakugou x reader

texts katsuki struggled to send you.

part 1/3

different than what i usually write, but i thought i’d try it out

inspired by down bad

11:06 pm

kats: hey, idiot

kats: i’m sorry

11:10 pm

kats: i messed up

kats: happy?

11:18 pm

kats: ok im sorry again

kats: i just got jealous when i heard you went out with icyhot, thats all

kats: i know im the one that broke up with you

kats: but that doesn’t mean i was okay with seeing you go out with some other guy

kats: i know thats fucking stupid you don’t need to tell me

12:01 am

kats: i know you’re still mad at me

kats: i shouldn’t have freaked out like that when i saw ur instagram story

kats: shitty hair’s making me type most of this shit btw

12:53 am

kats: ok we’re alone he went to bed

kats: i can see ur online

kats: do you still have me saved with ur dumbass nickname

kats: i kinda hope you do

1:02 am

kats: i regret not texting you more often

kats: im sorry i was so dry

kats: but you’re the only person i’d ever text back

kats: i actually liked hearing from you

kats: im sorry

1:17 am

kats: i broke up with us bc i wasn’t treating you right and i went home everyday feeling like a shitty boyfriend. you deserved better

kats: i did it for ur own good, idiot

kats: especially after what i did to you

kats: i can’t ever make that up

kats: the guilt was killing me

kats: and after that i knew you deserved more

kats: but i miss you

kats: and im sorry i didn’t tell you the truth

kats: i take back everything i said

2:00 am

kats: are you asleep?

kats: whatever you’ll read this in the morning

kats: you left your moisturizer here

kats: i wish i could call you. i fucking miss your voice. im sorry

2:49 am

kats: you know ur the only person i want

kats: theres literally no one else

kats: and idk what i’ll do if i can’t have us

kats: i was an idiot to let you go

kats: im sorry about freaking out about that half and half bastard but im so much better for you

kats: i make you laugh

kats: i bet you were faking it with him

kats: even if you weren’t. lie to me

kats: i miss you

3:33 am

kats: you’re the prettiest person i have ever seen

kats: did i tell you that enough?

kats: well i’ll tell you now

kats: even if you slam the door in my face i’ll still tell you ur beautiful idc

kats: you’re so pretty it makes me angry

kats: i saw a photo of you in my gallery

kats: my mom says she misses you

3:51 am

kats: is ur apartment cold

kats: im sorry i never fixed your heater

kats: i should’ve made the time

kats: but i liked when you came to me for warmth

kats: maybe i didn’t fix it on purpose

kats: if you don’t take me back i’ll still fix it

kats: i love you like that

4:04 am

katsuki (do not answer) : have i told you that enough? that i love you?

katsuki (do not answer): im sorry

katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you i love you enough

katsuki (do not answer): for not telling you how god damn pretty you are

katsuki (do not answer): for not buying you flowers

katsuki (do not answer): for not treating you how i should have

katsuki (do not answer): i know i messed up

katsuki (do not answer): but i wanna make it right

katsuki (do not answer): you’re my whole fucking world

katsuki (do not answer): and i do love you

katsuki (do not answer): so open the door, im outside

part two soon! 🪽

[metranart]

➡️ NURSE BAKUGOU BACK TO HEALTH 😘

[secondsineternity]

Genesis

Chapter Twenty-Three

Lara Maximoff-Midoriya is the problem child. The kid that’s been kicked out of every alternative school in the region, the kid that gets in too many fights, despite being born Quirkless. No one knows her true past, no one knows her true power- except for one Katsuki Bakugo.

When her adoptive brother Izuku is accepted into U.A. High School, she couldn’t care less- until the day she’s been kicked out of her latest new school and has no other option but to tag along with him. Enemies are made, friendships are formed, and love is found in the most unexpected places as Lara comes to terms with her past and forges her future.

My first time posting about this fic on here. Enjoy! 🥰

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

True [Chapter Two] Swan Dive [Bakugou Katsuki]

Warning(s): OCs, nostalgia, reunions, Katsuki being Katsuki, sadness, aged-up characters, memories, post-breakup, heartbreak.

No Minors Allowed!!

From the nearest international airport, Airi took the United Airlines to Chicago, then flew to Haneda. The final leg of her journey took her from Chitose in Hokkaido to Shizuoka on the All Nippon Airways (ANA). She arrived in Musutafu on Friday morning, nearly 2 days after she left Falmore in America. Tired was an understatement.

Kaito Usui, her father, then picked her up from the airport. He was a meek man in his early 50s with unkempt hair that made him appear feral despite his passive demeanor. His eyes were tired, but he looked no less happy to see her. Airi tried to insist that she would rent a room while she was in Japan, for him to drop her off at the nearest, cheapest hotel, but he refused to let her; there was no reason she could not retake her old bedroom, he claimed. She was in no position to argue. 

Part of the reason she wanted to stay in a hotel was because she did not want to mooch off her parents, the other reason was because even though she had come home for a reunion, she still had work to do. Akinori Chibana pulled some strings with the higher-ups of 'Synergos', giving her a week. There were no clear orders as to what she would be doing, but Airi was told to keep her phone close.

She put the matter aside for the time being and stared nostalgically out the passenger side window at the quiet, charming neighborhood as Kaito pulled into the driveway of a two-bedroom single-family home. It looked the same as when she left, with its stained white exterior siding that was in desperate need of a power wash. The garden was still there, alive with hydrangeas and tulips, and so too was the hemlock that grew beside her bedroom window; the same hemlock she used to sneak in and out when she was a teenager. Leaving the car, she took a deep breath, then stretched her sore back.

"Home sweet home, right kiddo," Kaito stated.

Airi smiled widely. It certainly was. She retrieved her suitcase from the trunk, then followed her father inside, humming as the silence of the house permeated her ears.

"Is Mom awake?"

"She didn't tell you?" Kaito asked, raising a curious brow. "She got a temp job at the bank."

No, she certainly did not tell her. While Airi was glad that her mother was again healthy, she wished that she would take it easy. Mao Usui was bedridden from the time Airi was in Junior High to the time she graduated from the Hero Course. It was not a serious illness, but due to years of Quirk drawbacks, she suffered terrible headaches that made it hard for her to function. When Airi joined 'Synergos' the severeness of her mother's headaches fortunately lessened, and her days of bedrest were over.

"So long as she doesn't exert herself," Airi uttered. 

Kaito smiled. "How happy she would be to hear that." He paused, removed his shoes at the door, then ambled into the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat?"

Airi followed suit.  

“I ate between the flights. I honestly might just rest for a while. Izuku and I are meeting after he gets off work. I promised to help him decorate the event hall where the reunion is taking place.” 

“Busy day,” Kaito pointed out. 

He had no idea. 

“You know where your room is,” he added. “Mao left you a change of sheets on the bed.” 

Patting her on the head, Kaito Usui wandered into the living room. For a moment, Airi felt nostalgic; she felt like a teenager again, standing in the kitchen with her father - in his early 40s at the time - as he listened to her whine about boy troubles. That was the least of her problems back then. 

She sighed in regret, then toted her suitcase upstairs. Her room, ironically, was just as she left it. Most of her belongings, the ones she did not take with her to America, were packed in boxes in the closet, but the bones were still there; the twin-sized bed, the dresser, and the writing desk in front of the window. Memories came flooding back to her, both happy and sad. 

Airi quickly prepared the bed, tossed a warm floral comforter over the matching sheets, and then laid out her suitcase. Even if she was just home for a week, her mother would scold her if she did not at least put away her clothes. She paired them, put her underclothes in the dresser, and then opened her closet. Before she left home, she stacked the boxes haphazardly inside, a fact she had forgotten until a loose box tumbled out at her. The contents spilled onto the floor, making her jump, then groan protest. 

“What a warm welcome.”

Reluctantly she bent down to gather the contents, coming upon the realization that the box had been used to store knickknacks that had no place among the other boxes. Airi noticed a strip of RC paper, the kind used in photo booths, and turned it over, seeing two individual black and white images; the last was slightly torn as though she had carelessly ripped the next wallet-sized picture off and accidentally damaged it. She had, and she knew exactly why. Each one was of her and Katsuki. 

The afternoon these were taken was the day after the U.S.J. incident. Katsuki took her to the arcade, even though at first, she did not want to go. In the end, she caved, because she realized that the two of them needed some normality after the fight. He did not act fazed, but she knew that the events were weighing on him; they certainly were weighing on her.

The faith she had in herself, as a novice hero, was shattered. Airi considered telling Katsuki he was right; she was not suited to be a hero. The drawback of her Quirk was too much. It almost mimicked the same drawback her mother suffered; severe headaches.

She tightened her jaw, rubbing her sore temples as though the action alone would ease the pain. Something about the vibrant lights from the machines made her eyes sensitive, a fact that she did not disclose to Katsuki as she sent him to get her a cupcake from the nearby kiosk, much to his irritation.

Why was this happening to her? Now of all times. She hardly used her Quirk beyond her ten-minute limit during the fight inside the Downpour Zone. Tokoyami Fumikage put forth the most effort, capturing the most villains. All Airi did was support him, yet she wound up damaged the most by the drawback. It hit hard, especially after the incident when she stood back and watched her classmates come out more firm in their decision to be a hero. But not her. She was scared.

Airi sighed in sadness, feeling tears sting her sore eyes. It was not fair. She knew the dangers; she told herself that this was what she wanted, but nothing could prepare her for what she went through. It was infuriating. Her vision blurred, but quickly so as not to draw attention to herself, she stood and squeezed into a nearby photo booth. With the privacy curtains hiding her from the rest of the arcade, she sobbed, covering her mouth to hold in the noises. 

For a moment, the dark corners of her mind closed in on her, judgemental and suffocating, but then the curtains abruptly slid back and like an electric shock, Airi stiffened and stared in surprise at Bakugou Katsuki as he peered into the booth. In his hand, he held the cupcake. 

“The hell are you doing?” He rasped. His brows knitted in suspicion. 

It was not hard to see that Airi was crying. Her tears gave her away. They did not pour down her cheeks; with her Quirk, the tears floated in front of her face. 

“I um…I–” 

Katsuki growled beneath his breath, then strode in, sitting beside her. The cupcake he shoved into her hands, ignoring her squeak of protest as he dug into his pocket for a handful of Yen. He put 500 worth into the machine, then pressed a vibrant white button near the top of the screen. A countdown soon began. 

“W-why did you–” 

“Just sit back and focus on the damn screen, fuck munch,” Katsuki interjected. 

Her tears fell to the floor with a soft plip as she hurried to make herself more presentable. Airi forced a smile, then the light flashed as the image was taken. She knew she looked terrible, but the sentiment was appreciated. Before the flash went off again, she linked her arm around Katsuki's upper arm and leaned her head against his shoulder. 

The next photo was much the same, with Katsuki looking flushed and Airi smiling mockingly. Then the final, much to her annoyance, was an image of him, pressing the cupcake into her face. The chocolate icing was smeared across her skin while Katsuki grinned in satisfaction. 

She would then later give the final two images to Katsuki. The first two she kept, stored away in the depths of the box until now. An array of emotions washed over her, as she stared down at the young faces forever captured in silent bliss. She missed him; missed the way he subtly made her feel better about herself. Tears blurred her eyes. She shoved the strip back into the box, cleaned up, then laid down for a nap. 

Those days were over. Like it or not, she was not getting them back.

–

Around lunchtime, Airi left the house and traveled into the city. She made sure to text Izuku before she got off the train, heading to their meeting spot, an intersection that sat between their houses. While she waited for him, she bought a bottle of water from a nearby vending machine, quenching her thirst. The heat was almost unbearable, a sign that she had gotten used to the AC in her little Honda. She whined, fanning herself with her hand. Honestly, she considered pouring the water over her head, but before she built up the nerve, someone strode into her eyesight.

Airi smiled widely. Midoriya Izuku stood before her, mid-twenties and somehow still as pure as she remembered, even with the scars on his face and the ones peeking out from beneath the cuffs of his suit. 

“Izuku,” she uttered. 

The urge to hug him was too tempting. Airi stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his back. He returned the hug. 

“It's good to see you again,” He stated. 

Airi agreed with a nod, then stepped back, chuckling as he tried to cover the blush on his face. She looked him over, then raised her hand, gesturing toward him. 

“Look at you, all dressed to impress.”

“I work as a teacher at U.A. now,” Izuku mentioned with a soft smile. He ran a hand through his fluffy green hair. “But I'm more interested in hearing what you've been up to. I saw on the internet some of the work that Synergos has been doing. It's impressive the traction they have gained overseas.”

Airi felt her face heat up. While she was not surprised that Izuku was looking in on his friends, it felt nice to have him gush over her like he used to with the Pro Heroes from his past. She was glad to see that he had not changed much. 

To humor him, Airi talked briefly about her past few years with Synergos; the rebuild in Falmore, and the job before that, which let her travel to one of the biggest cities in America for charity work. She learned, as they walked, that Izuku and Aizawa Shouta, their former instructor, worked together; the latter semi-retired from being at the front line as a hero. By the time the two were at the event hall in downtown Musutafu, the weather only seemed to get hotter. Airi was relieved to feel the cool air circulating through the building. She hummed, then stood in shock at what she saw. 

The event hall was in the process of being decorated, but already so much had been done to it. Numerous round tables were lining the outside of what Airi assumed - if Ashido Mina had a say so in the way things were decorated - was a dance floor, though currently it was being occupied by fog machines and bags of party favors colored to match U.A. colors; gray and green.

“Woah,” Airi uttered in awe. 

“It's coming along well, isn't it?” Asked a familiar voice. 

Airi turned, widening her eyes. Two of her fellow U.A. alumni stood in the doorway, having wandered in from the humid summer heat.

The first was Yaoyarozu Momo, former vice president. She was taller than Airi remembered with multiple thin strands of silky hair hanging in her face, having fallen loose from her ponytail. Then beside her, being the one to catch Airi's attention, was Kirishima Kairi. As twins, Kairi was the spitting image of Eijirou, though, unlike her brother, she shared no admiration for his hero Crimson Riot and wore her hair natural and long. 

Around her arm was a reusable bag from the nearest convenience store, which she dug through, handing a bottle of water and a granola bar to Izuku, who thanked her softly.

“I'd give you a kiss, Bunny, but I'm all sweaty,” she stated, with a shark-line grin. 

Bunny. Wait! Airi glanced between the two of them in shock. Were they…

They were. Izuku's face was heated, trying to hide behind his arms, which were crossed in front of his face. 

“No one told me,” Airi pouted. 

“I found out a week ago,” Momo admitted. 

Kairi rocked on her heels. They had not told many, though Airi should not be too surprised; the two were rather close in U.A. 

“Sorry,” she apologized. “Everyone was busy, so we kept it to ourselves. Well, and Eijirou.” 

Airi playfully narrowed her eyes. 

“I see how it is. Yaomomo and I will just leave you two cinnamon rolls to your dirty secret.”

Momo nodded in agreement, but Izuku was mortified, steaming like a vegetable. He waved his hands in defense. 

“I-it's not like that.” 

The three laughed at his reaction. 

–

As the afternoon went on, the workload lessened and the event hall transformed into a paradise of sparkling streamers and paper flowers. Airi sat with Momo on the floor, hand-painting a welcome banner to hang above the dance floor for everyone to see. She was in awe of her former classmate. 

Like her, Momo traveled abroad after graduating. Based on her stories, she toured elementary schools, expanding the Hero role; Quirk Counseling, and similar essential roles. It was impressive, even more so when she learned that Uraraka Ochaco spearheaded the operation.

“Italy was a beautiful country,” Momo mentioned fondly. She painted another layer on the ‘L’ in ‘Welcome’. “I hope you get the chance to see it one day.”

Airi too. At the moment, ‘Synergos’ was stationed in America, but there was talk about an expansion. She would love to see every country. Peeking up from her work, she hummed as she did not see Izuku or Kairi in the room. She had not seen them in a while, she noted. 

“Do you know where the love birds went?” 

Momo glanced at her briefly, then returned to her task. 

“Most likely they went to meet with Eijirou. He is supposed to be coming by with supplies.”

Airi hummed. She worked quietly for a while until she heard the entrance door come open. Peeking over her shoulder, she smiled as she noticed the love birds walk in. With them was Kirishima Eijirou looking more untamed than ever. His hair was red; longer and spiker. In one arm he held a large box, having no problem toting it. The other waved at them. 

“Yaomomo…Airi, hey!” 

The two waved back. He brought up a finger as if to say ‘Just a moment’ then held the door open with his foot. Then someone else entered, toting two boxes stacked on top of one another. Airi should have recognized him immediately; his bare scarred arms held her briefly the day she boarded the plane for America. She bristled. 

“Pull your damn weight, hair-for-brains,” Bakugou Katsuki rasped. “I can't carry the entire damn haul myself.” 

“I can get it, Kacchan,” Izuku suggested. 

The blonde shot him a glare. 

“I didn't ask you, Deku.” 

He was just as loud as ever. The only difference Airi noticed was that his hair was styled in an undercut. In addition to the scars on his face - a product of the war - and his pierced ears, he looked more feral. As handsome as he was, she knew there was no way he was popular with the citizens of Musutafu. Outside the class, not many people even knew he had a softer, honorable side.

Then as if he felt her eyes on him, he met her gaze. Airi froze. Her stomach twisted in dread and she considered hiding her face from him, but it was far too late. Despite the others talking, the silence between them was deafening. Her heart pounded rapidly in her chest, and then to her shock, he turned away from her.

“Hey, diamond girl!” He shouted, gaining Kairi's attention. 

Airi did not hear what he said to her, but he passed to her the boxes, which she held with ease, and then he turned and walked out of the building. Her heart sank. What did she expect? That he was just going to be pleased to see her? No, she knew it would be this way; she knew it would hurt. And it did. It hurt so much. 

Katsuki was the one who deserved to be upset. Not her. At this moment, Airi wished that she had just ignored Izuku's message.

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Katsuki stood there for a long-time watching Amelia from a distance. His internal struggle was to either leave or talk to her. He squinted at her as he tapped his foot on the floor. He started the walk the opposite way as she shoved his hands into his pockets. At one point he felt like he should leave well enough alone. Amelia had been out of his life for years and he moved on. Katsuki had moved on to different relationships. They didn't work out like he had hoped but it was a step in the right direction from having her on his mind 24/7. He knew he was better off without her because he could focus on his growing hero career.

He was thriving without her.

It's not my problem.

He chewed the inside of his cheek knowing that wasn't true

Katsuki looked in the direction of Eijirou and Mina.

It's not.

He was greeted by Eijirou with a big smiled and Mina complimented his tux. For some reason, Katsuki couldn't focus on their words. A feeling crept into the back of his head, and he turned his head. Amelia was still standing in the same area. She was holding onto a matching clutch purse and looking around. Her eyes would look down at her phone a few times until she put it away.

"Kats?" Eijirou touched his shoulder. "Are you listening?"

Katsuki looked back at him. "No, I wasn't. Sorry."

"Oh wow. Look at Amelia's dress! That's a pretty shade of pink on her." Mina gasped as she caught her eye off her.

"If you say so." Katsuki snorted. "That dress is way too fuckin' big for her."

"Oh? So you were staring at Amelia?" Mina asked with a giggle.

"Hah?!" Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"I haven't seen her since her engagement party." Eijirou looked back in her direction. "Huh. That's weird."

"What is?" Mina mumbled.

Why wasn't that nerd with her?

Katsuki turned back around to head toward Amelia's direction. Against his better judgment, he got closer to Amelia to get a better look at her. Her eyes were distant as she looked at the photographers, but she kept that stupid model persona. He knew she had to for the press. After a bit of waiting, Amelia had finally pulled away from the photographers and that was his chance. He walked by casually, gently slipping his hand into hers to lead her away undetected.

"Huh?" she looked up and spoke softly.

Just like he remembered.

He gently squeezed her hand. "Just follow me."

He moved along the crowds in the main area until he heard her heels clicking no longer on the red carpet. Once he finally found a spot away from the people, Katsuki let go of her hand to turn around to look at her. She smiled up at him as she rubbed her arm with a soft sigh.

"What are you doing?" Amelia whispered.

"You looked uncomfortable out there." he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"You came to my rescue? How nice of you."

Katsuki grinned. "Well, yeah. You were all alone and looked miserable."

"Gee, thanks." She snorted.

Katsuki chuckled. "Where's Deku?"

The smile fades from her lips. "Late."

He didn't like that.

That smile fell far too quickly.

"He said that he was going to be late. I just got here about 30 minutes ago. Izuku said he was going to meet me here." she sighs as she looked past the crowd.

I hate hearing his first name on her tongue.

Katsuki scoffed. "Well, you can hang out with me until he gets here. This place is huge, and I wouldn't want you to get lost."

"I'm capable." she scoffed at him.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you are." he teased back.

Amelia laughed softly as she playfully pushed his arm.

"What rank are you now?" she asked.

"I'm # 2 now." He said with a smug smile. "Worked my ass off to get there."

Amelia playfully gasped. "You're no longer that weird kid that screams die all the time now. Congrats!"

"Shut up, dumbass!" Katsuki snorted. "At least I'm not drowning in all tule like you. Who the fuck picked that out?"

Amelia let out a groan before she giggled. "That would be Izuku. He picked it because he said it complimented my eyes. Whatever that means."

It's hiding that figure of yours.

Katsuki blinked. "You look like a runaway bride."

Amelia rolled her green eyes. "Did you just come over to make fun of me?"

"Not at all," Katsuki smirked. "Okay, maybe a little. I'm sorry"

"Ohh, a Dynamite apology? That's rare." she laughed softly.

Katsuki's mouth twitched.

"Oi, don't push it," he grunted.

She smiled again but this time it was genuine. So was the giggle that followed.

She whispered. "You are so fucking dumb. Don't worry I won't tell anyone."

"Shut up, dumbass."

Katsuki rolled his eyes with a chuckle as she walked up the steps to the main building. There was a soft gasp from Amelia before she tripped on the bottom hem of her dress but Katsuki caught her.

"Woah, are you okay?" he asked.

Amelia laughed it off softly, but he knew she was embarrassed. "I'm fine. Too much fabric in this dress. My heel got caught on it. I don't think the seamstress got my measurements right."

There was a slight rip at the tule in the inside of the dress where her heel got caught. Katsuki knelt in front of her to fix the ripped fabric. Since his parents were both in fashion Katsuki knew some things for quick repairs.

"Watch where you're going. You're so clumsy I swear." Katsuki scoffed.

"I am not." She mumbled.

Katsuki smiled to himself. "Says the woman that trips on air. Y'know how many times I saved your ass back in UA because you tripped?"

"Hey, remember that time when you were clumsy during training and Eijirou punched your lights out? Good times." Amelia teased with a giggle.

"Shut up!" he mumbled. "It was one time—"

Katsuki had the old hag to thank for his sewing skills and for always carrying a small emergency kit with him. It was small enough to be put in his pocket and he usually carried it when he was on duty as well. He always ended up with something ripped during patrol.

He finished fixing the bottom hem of her ball as they both laughed at each other. It felt good to laugh for once and not be tense all the time. They walked around the Met Gala together and talked as they went along. Katsuki welcomed the company. Amelia was always so comfortable to be around up until he fucked up everything that is.

"Hey—" He turned his head to say something, but Amelia's phone went off in her clutch purse.

"Sorry, I have to take this," she said as she pulled out her phone.

Katsuki held up his hand and leaned against the wall. Amelia stepped a few feet away from him to talk. She was close enough that he could still hear her.

"Hello? Izuku? Are you here—" She paused for a moment and leaned her head back with a sigh. "A villain accident? What happened?"

Katsuki leaned against the wall as he watched her.

"There wasn't another hero in the area that could have taken it? Why did you have to?" Amelia played with the necklace on her neck. "I understand you are the number one hero."

"It's just..." she lets out a sigh. "Are you going to be late?" the sound of her voice sounded so defeated as she let go of the necklace. "I just thought..."

There was another pause before she looked at Katsuki. "No, I'm not by myself. Catching up with an old friend."

Deku would probably lose his shit if he knew it was me.

"No, it's okay. I'll just eat when I get home—" that frown came back as she rolled her eyes.

"Yes, I'm aware that I have a photos photo shoot morning." her tone was bitter.

Katsuki glared. Did I hear that right?

Amelia let out a sigh and whispered. "I'm just tired that's all. I just thought you were going to take this seriously. I'm fully aware of your career and what I have to sacrifice. I just don't think—"

He looked at her and she mouthed the word 'sorry' with an apologetic smile.

"Izuku, if you aren't here in an hour, I'm taking a cab and going back home." she paused and nodded her head. "So for your sake, I hope you show up."

Sounds like trouble in paradise.

"Izuku, not right now. I'm serious." she sighs before hanging up the phone.

He looked at her.

"I'm sorry about all that," she said as she slipped her phone back into her clutch purse.

Katsuki scowled. "You okay?"

She rubbed her arm. "Peachy."

"That bad?"

Amelia quickly smiled. "I just have a lot going on. Don't worry about me."

That's not what he was worried about.

Something didn't feel right.

"Let's go find a better place to talk. You look like you need to get out of this crowded place."

Amelia nodded her head. "I'd appreciate it."

His heart was pounding so hard.

Why am I so nervous?

We're just catching up.

"Come on, dumbass."

[real-hot-grl-shi]

I cant let gng know I still fw Bakugo.

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

as long as he leads the way . .

katsuki's childhood habits remain the same

katsuki still apologizes to you the same way he used to when you were kids.

he always makes a face whenever he knows he’s gone too far or when he’s done something he knows he shouldn’t have, his eyebrows are furrowed and his little chubby face contorts into a sad little pout. he tries to look tough but he can already feel guilty tears in his eyes so he looks away from you, little hands balled into fists at his sides and his head hangs low so you can’t see his red face through his bangs.

usually, he tries making it up to you by showing you something he thinks you’ll like or something he finds cool, and sometimes he’ll even let you hold his precious all might card, but only when he knows he really messed up. he’ll stiffly pet your head as an apology for pulling at your hair a little too hard earlier and if you ask him to he’ll kiss the pain away from when you scrapped your knee because he accidentally shoved you a little harder than he meant to when he was chasing you around.

but when you’re mad at him because he’s been really mean, in ways he knows his shiny holographic all might card won’t fix, he opts to simply sit next to you. with a little pout on his face and with his cheeks turning red, he’ll shove his head into your shoulder. he holds onto you tightly so he’s sure you won’t be able to escape him or his apology. you squirm around a little bit but he doesn’t let you go. you stop moving around but you still huff at him, calling him a big meanie. all he does in response is shoving his head against your shoulder and he mutters out a little "m’sorry." against it.

he hears you shuffle to look at him and he looks up at you, his eyebrows are still furrowed and his cheeks are so red because he’s really not used to apologizing and he doesn’t like to, but he does for you. and even at the tender age of seven, you really can’t stay mad at him when he looks like that, so you forgive him and you’ve already forgotten what you were even mad about when he grins at you boyishly, already back to his usual self as he drags you off to your next adventure who knows where, but even at the tender age of seven, you knew you’d follow him to the ends of the earth as long as he led the way.

he’s changed so much and not at all at the same time. he hates it whenever you get mad at him and he still does everything and anything to get your attention when you are. and just like before, whenever he hurts you in ways he knows his actions can’t fix, he opts to come up behind you and wrap his arms around your middle loosely, giving you the option to break out of his hold if you wanted to. his hold on you slowly tightens when you make no move to, his head is shoved into the crook of your neck and his chest is pressed flush against your back,“ i’m sorry.” he whispers.

it wouldn’t mean much if it came from anyone else but this is katsuki. you’ve known him for as long as you can remember, you know how he is : he’s unruly, headstrong and so stubborn it drives you crazy sometimes. but he casts all of that—all of him aside for you.

“i’m sorry.” he says again, his voice is low and a little shaky.“ shouldn’t have said all that to you. that wasn’t…cool” he fumbles around for the right words to say and you have to hold back a laugh as he does so, but you can tell he’s trying.“never wanna make ya mad at me..” he finishes quietly. he’s fiddling around with the ends of your shirt waiting for your response. then he hears you shuffle around to peek at him and he looks up at you.

he really hasn’t changed. he’s still got the same little frown, the same little crease between his brows and the same rosy cheeks. sure his features are less rounded, his cheeks are definitely less chubby, he’s gotten taller but he’s still your same katsuki who’s a little rough and a big meanie sometimes, but who also always makes sure to apologize to you when he knows he’s hurt you because that’s the last thing he wants.

you grant him a tiny smile. his eyes light up and he stands a little straighter and after a second he’s on you, pressing kisses all over your cheek, grinning boyishly at you and you still want to follow him to the ends of the world as long as he’s leading the way.