#MHA Fanfiction

[xresuscitatedx]

This is a work of art and I need to eat it right away.

[writeriguess]

Hey hun! Welcome back 😘

So, i have a kind of slow burn idea for a Bakugo x fem!reader fic. They both like each other and when she tries to ask him out or talk to him about it, he's kind of an ass 😅

He thinks she'll be in the way or a distraction to his goal, so he pushes her away. He can't get her out of his head though and their friends tell him he's being an idiot. Eventually, he cracks and tells her (in his very 'katsuki' way) that he does want to be with her.

Angst ending with lots of fluff, confessions, and a kiss please!

author's note: Thank you so much! <3 I just wanted to say that your idea was incredible, and I had such a great time writing it. It turned out to be much longer than I expected, but it was definitely worth it!

Heart of Dynamite

It started with stolen glances. You weren’t sure when you first noticed, but something about the way Bakugo Katsuki acted around you was different. He wasn’t nice, not by any stretch of the imagination, but there was something else buried beneath the rough edges and sharp remarks. A fleeting glance when he thought you weren’t looking. The way he always seemed to hover nearby during group exercises, subtly ensuring you didn’t get caught off guard.

You weren’t blind. You saw the way his crimson eyes would flick to you during lunch, only for him to look away just as quickly if you caught him. You noticed how his explosions during sparring would seem almost… controlled when directed your way—less destructive, more calculated. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make you wonder. Enough to make you hope.

The problem was, Bakugo being Bakugo, he’d never admit to something as human as feelings. If he did like you, he was keeping it buried under a mountain of anger, pride, and whatever complicated emotions made up Katsuki Bakugo.

But still, the moments added up. And with each passing day, your crush grew stronger. You hated the way your heart fluttered when he called you by name instead of his usual nicknames for everyone else. You hated how you’d secretly look forward to his biting remarks because, in some twisted way, it was his version of paying attention to you.

And most of all, you hated how much courage it took to even consider confessing to him.

After weeks of agonizing over it, you finally decided you couldn’t live with the "what if." No matter what, you needed to know.

The opportunity came on a rare quiet evening at the dorms. Everyone else had gone out for karaoke, leaving you and Bakugo alone. He was sprawled on the couch in the common area, his arms crossed, staring at some mindless action movie playing on the TV.

You hovered at the doorway, your heart racing. You almost turned back, but then his gruff voice interrupted your thoughts.

"What the hell are you standing there for? You look like a damn idiot."

You flinched, but quickly steeled yourself. "I just… needed to ask you something."

His gaze flicked to you, crimson eyes narrowing slightly. "Then spit it out already. Don’t waste my time."

Your hands were clammy as you stepped closer, each word feeling heavier than the last. "Do you… want to go out with me? Like, on a date?"

For a moment, Bakugo just stared at you. His usual scowl didn’t shift, but you could see the flicker of surprise in his eyes—so quick you almost missed it. His jaw tensed, his hands clenching into fists on his lap.

Then, he scoffed. Loudly.

"You serious?" he said, leaning back against the couch like your question was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. "Why the hell would I want to go out with you?"

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your throat tightened, and your chest felt like it was collapsing in on itself.

"I mean, come on," he continued, his tone sharp and cutting. "What makes you think I’d waste my time on something dumb like that?"

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, but not from embarrassment—from the sting of his rejection. You struggled to keep your voice steady. "I just thought… maybe—"

"Well, you thought wrong," he cut you off, his voice cold and unrelenting. "So stop acting like some lovesick idiot and get over it."

The silence that followed was unbearable. You felt like the floor had been ripped out from under you, like you were standing on the edge of a cliff with no way to step back.

"Got it," you said finally, your voice small and strained. You turned on your heel before he could see the tears pooling in your eyes.

Bakugo didn’t move. He stayed on the couch, staring at the TV that he wasn’t really watching. His nails dug into his palms, his jaw clenched so tight it hurt.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t sure if he was talking about you—or himself.

Hours passed, but Bakugo didn’t leave the couch. He replayed the scene over and over in his mind: the look on your face, the way your voice had cracked when he tore you down.

He hated himself for it. Hated the way he’d lashed out, even though he knew it was because he was terrified. Of what? He didn’t know. Maybe of admitting to himself that he cared. Maybe of the fact that you could make him feel so out of control with just one stupid question.

But now it was too late. He’d pushed you away.

You, on the other hand, locked yourself in your room, curled up on your bed, and let the tears flow. You couldn’t believe you’d been so stupid, so naive. Of course Bakugo didn’t like you. Of course he didn’t care. You’d just been projecting your feelings onto him, imagining things that weren’t really there.

Still, the hurt lingered. You tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter, that you’d move on, but the ache in your chest said otherwise.

Little did you know, Bakugo was sitting downstairs, fists clenched, consumed by his own turmoil. Because for all his bluster, he’d never wanted to hurt you. He just didn’t know how to deal with the truth: that he did like you, more than he was willing to admit.

Bakugo tried to convince himself that what he’d said to you was necessary. He had goals—real, tangible goals—and nothing, no one, was going to distract him. Becoming the Number One Hero wasn’t just a dream for him; it was a mission, an obligation, a destiny he was determined to carve out with his own blood, sweat, and tears. He didn’t need complications. He didn’t need feelings. He didn’t need you. That’s what he told himself over and over as he sat alone in his dorm room, glaring at the wall like it had personally offended him. His fists were clenched tightly in his lap, the tendons in his hands straining from the pressure.

But no matter how hard he tried to justify it, he couldn’t shake the image of your face from his mind. The way your expression had crumbled when he snapped at you, the hurt in your eyes as you turned and walked away—it all replayed in his head on an endless, agonizing loop. He could still hear your voice trembling when you’d asked him out, soft and vulnerable in a way he wasn’t used to hearing from you. You weren’t the kind of person who let your guard down easily, and he’d taken that rare moment of courage and crushed it underfoot.

“Tch,” he growled under his breath, running a hand through his hair and gripping the strands in frustration. “Stupid.”

He thought that pushing you away would make things easier, but it didn’t. If anything, it made everything worse. You were everywhere. Every time he walked into a room, his eyes automatically searched for you, even when he told himself they wouldn’t. When you laughed with your friends, the sound sent an irritating warmth through his chest, only to be followed by a sharp pang of regret when he remembered the look on your face that night. During training, he found himself tracking your every move without even meaning to, his instincts on high alert every time you dodged an attack or threw a punch. He hated it. Hated how you’d wormed your way into his head and refused to leave. Hated how much he wanted to be near you, even after he’d made it clear that he didn’t want anything to do with you.

It didn’t help that everyone else seemed to notice his turmoil. His friends had started giving him strange looks during meals, their eyes darting between him and you as if they were waiting for something to happen. Kirishima, in particular, had been annoyingly persistent, watching him with that infuriatingly knowing expression he always wore when he thought Bakugo was being an idiot. Bakugo did his best to ignore it, but the tension was impossible to escape.

One evening, when the others were hanging out in the common area, Kirishima finally confronted him. Bakugo had been sitting on the couch, staring at his phone without really looking at it, when Kirishima plopped down beside him with a heavy sigh. Mina and Kaminari weren’t far behind, hovering nearby like vultures waiting for a meal.

“Alright, spill it,” Kirishima said, his voice casual but firm. Bakugo barely spared him a glance.

“Spill what?” he snapped, his tone as sharp as ever.

“Don’t play dumb,” Mina chimed in, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at him. “You’ve been acting weird for days, and we all know why.”

“I’m not in the mood for this crap,” Bakugo growled, standing up to leave, but Kirishima quickly stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Bakugo glared at him, his crimson eyes blazing. “Move.”

“Not until you admit what’s going on,” Kirishima said, his voice steady despite the obvious tension in the air. “You pushed her away, didn’t you?”

Bakugo froze, his scowl deepening. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Kirishima said, his tone unusually serious. “Come on, man. It’s so obvious you like her. Everyone can see it.”

“I don’t—”

“Save it,” Mina interrupted, stepping closer with a look that could cut through steel. “We’ve seen the way you look at her. And don’t even get me started on the way you lose your mind whenever she partners up with someone else during training. You care about her, and instead of doing something about it, you’re being a total dumbass.”

Bakugo’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I don’t have time for this crap,” he muttered, shoving past Kirishima and heading for the door. But before he could leave, Kirishima’s voice rang out behind him, stopping him in his tracks.

“You think pushing her away will make you stronger,” Kirishima said, his voice softer now, almost sad. “But all you’re doing is proving how scared you are.”

Bakugo’s shoulders tensed, his hand gripping the doorknob so tightly his knuckles turned white.

“You’re scared because you like her so much it freaks you out,” Kirishima continued, his tone unwavering. “But running from it won’t make it go away.”

For a moment, Bakugo didn’t move. The room was silent, the air heavy with unspoken tension. Finally, he yanked the door open and walked out, slamming it shut behind him without another word.

That night, Bakugo lay awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling with an intensity that could have set it on fire. Kirishima’s words echoed in his head, mingling with the memory of your voice and the image of your face. He hated how much it all got to him, how much he couldn’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tried. He hated the way his chest ached every time he thought about the hurt in your eyes and the way you’d walked away from him, your shoulders slumped in defeat. But most of all, he hated how much he wanted to see you again, to fix things, to say something—anything—that could make up for what he’d done.

Meanwhile, you were doing your best to move on. You’d been avoiding Bakugo as much as possible, throwing yourself into training and schoolwork to keep your mind occupied. It wasn’t easy, though. Every time you saw him, whether it was in class or during meals, you felt a sharp pang of hurt that refused to go away. You hated how much he still affected you, even after he’d made it painfully clear that he didn’t feel the same way.

But no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that you’d be fine without him, the ache in your chest lingered. You couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been wrong to hope, if you’d been foolish to believe that he might have cared about you even a little.

Little did you know, Bakugo was sitting in his room, wrestling with his own feelings and cursing himself for the way he’d handled things. Because for all his bravado and pride, the truth was unavoidable: he couldn’t stop thinking about you. And the more he tried to push you out of his mind, the more you consumed his every thought.

The days following your rejection from Bakugo had been a haze of hurt and confusion. You tried to keep yourself busy—extra training, study sessions, anything to keep your mind from replaying the harsh way he’d dismissed you. But no matter how much you told yourself to let it go, it lingered. You still felt the sting of his words, the way he’d looked at you like you were an obstacle instead of someone he cared about. That wound didn’t heal easily.

You avoided him as much as you could. You’d shift to a different group during training, sit at the far end of the cafeteria during meals, and leave the common area whenever he showed up. It wasn’t as subtle as you hoped; your friends noticed, and you were pretty sure Bakugo did too. Still, you couldn’t face him—not after everything he’d said.

What you didn’t know was that your absence weighed on him far more than he let on.

Bakugo was not a man who easily admitted to mistakes. Pride had been ingrained in him from an early age, and he carried it like armor. But lately, that armor felt suffocating, like it was pressing in on him from all sides. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, couldn’t stop replaying the hurt in your eyes when he’d lashed out. Every time he saw you purposely turning away from him or laughing with someone else, he felt a sharp pang of regret that he didn’t know how to fix.

Kirishima’s words lingered too. “You’re scared because you like her so much it freaks you out. But running from it won’t make it go away.” As much as Bakugo wanted to punch him for saying it, he knew it was true. He’d been running from his feelings because they terrified him. You terrified him—not because you were weak, but because of how much power you had over him without even realizing it. And that was what scared him most of all.

Eventually, he couldn’t take it anymore. Watching you avoid him, knowing he’d been the one to hurt you—it was eating him alive. If he didn’t do something soon, he was going to explode.

That’s what led him here, standing awkwardly a few feet away from where you sat on the bench outside. You hadn’t noticed him yet, too focused on the notebook in your lap. For a moment, he hesitated, his chest tightening with something unfamiliar. Was this… nerves? He growled under his breath, frustrated with himself. He was Bakugo Katsuki, for crying out loud. He didn’t get nervous.

“Oi.” His voice came out rougher than he intended, and you jumped slightly, startled by his sudden presence.

You looked up, your eyes widening for a split second before your expression hardened. “What do you want?”

Bakugo flinched at the coldness in your tone, though he tried to hide it. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” you asked, already sounding exasperated. “If this is about training or some stupid lecture—”

“It’s not about training,” he cut in, stepping closer. His jaw tightened as he tried to find the right words. He wasn’t good at this, but he had to try. “It’s about what I said to you before.”

Your eyes narrowed, suspicion creeping into your expression. “Why are you bringing that up now? You already made your feelings perfectly clear, Bakugo. I don’t need to hear it again.”

He winced at the way you said his name—so formal, so distant. You used to call him Katsuki, back when things were simpler. Back when he hadn’t ruined everything.

“Just shut up and listen for a second, will you?” he snapped, though there was no real heat in his voice. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “I… I screwed up, alright? I said some shit I didn’t mean, and I hurt you. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Your expression softened slightly, but your arms remained crossed, a barrier he knew he’d have to break through. “Then why did you do it? Why push me away if you didn’t mean it?”

“Because I’m a goddamn idiot,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. His gaze dropped to the ground, his fists clenched at his sides. “I thought… I thought if I let myself like you, I’d lose focus. That you’d get in the way of my goals.”

“And now?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Now I know that’s total bullshit,” he said, finally looking up to meet your eyes. “You don’t make me weaker. You make me want to be better. And no matter how much I tried to ignore it, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’re in my head all the damn time, and it’s driving me insane.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his confession, but you still hesitated. “You really hurt me, Katsuki,” you said softly, the pain evident in your voice. “I don’t know if I can just forget that.”

He stepped closer, his gaze intense and unwavering. “I’m not asking you to forget it. I’m asking for a chance to fix it. I was a dumbass, and I don’t deserve it, but… I want to try. With you.”

The vulnerability in his voice was so raw, so uncharacteristic, that it left you speechless. You searched his face for any sign of insincerity, but all you saw was regret and determination.

“Katsuki…” you began, your voice trembling slightly.

“Look, I know I’m not good at this,” he interrupted, his hands twitching at his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them. “I’m not some smooth-talking idiot like Kaminari, and I’m probably gonna screw up a hundred more times. But I’ll do whatever it takes to prove I’m not gonna hurt you again.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his words sank in. This was Bakugo Katsuki—the same boy who never admitted when he was wrong, who bulldozed his way through life without looking back. And here he was, laying his pride at your feet, just for a chance to make things right.

“You’re really bad at this, you know,” you said finally, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

He huffed, his cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, well, it’s not exactly my strong suit.”

You laughed softly, the sound making his chest tighten in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. For the first time in weeks, you felt the tension between you start to dissolve.

“So, what now?” you asked, taking a tentative step closer.

“Now I do this,” he said, his voice low as he reached out to cup your face in his hands. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he leaned in. His crimson eyes searched yours for a moment, and when you didn’t pull away, he closed the distance and kissed you.

The kiss was tentative at first, almost shy, but it quickly deepened as you responded, your hands reaching up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer. He kissed you like he was trying to make up for every moment he’d wasted, pouring all the unspoken feelings he couldn’t put into words into that one act.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads resting together, you were both breathless. He smirked, his usual cocky confidence creeping back in. “Told you I’d make it up to you.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “You’ve got a long way to go, Katsuki.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, but the warmth in his gaze betrayed the gruffness of his tone. “Guess I’ll just have to stick around and prove it.”

And for the first time in weeks, everything felt right.

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[amkyor]

K. BAKUGO SHORT STORY

Note: Bakugo fanfiction is out with a new chapter right now!! Go check it out!! Link at the end of this post!!

Exhausted Affection:

The clock on the wall ticked softly, marking the passage of yet another exhausting day.

The sky outside was painted in hues of deep orange and pink, signaling the day's end.

You stood in the kitchen, quietly humming to yourself as you moved about, preparing something simple for dinner.

The warm light from the overhead lamp bathed the room in a soft glow, making the space feel cozy and inviting.

The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed through the house, followed by the familiar rustle of Katsuki’s keys being tossed onto the entryway table.

You didn’t turn around, already accustomed to his nightly routine after returning from patrol.

“Welcome home,” you called out over your shoulder, your voice light and cheerful.

There was no immediate reply, but you heard the heavy thud of his boots being kicked off and the soft padding of his socked feet against the floor.

Moments later, you felt his presence behind you—a comforting, steady warmth that you didn’t need to see to recognize.

Before you could turn around, strong, calloused hands slid around your waist, pulling you gently but firmly back into a solid chest.

His arms wrapped around you completely, locking you in place as he rested his head against the back of your shoulder.

“Katsuki?” you asked softly, your hands instinctively moving to rest over his.

He didn’t reply right away.

Instead, he let out a deep, tired sigh, his breath warm against your neck.

His grip tightened slightly, as though he was afraid you might slip away if he didn’t hold on tight enough.

“I’m tired,” he muttered finally, his voice low and rough from the long day.

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing small circles over the back of his hands. “I can tell,” you said gently. “You’re home now, though. You can relax.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the crook of your neck.

A shiver ran down your spine as his mouth lingered there, pressing soft, lingering kisses against your skin.

He wasn’t in a rush; every kiss was deliberate, as though he was savoring the moment.

His lips were warm and slightly chapped, a stark contrast to the softness of your skin.

“Katsuki…” you whispered, your voice tinged with both affection and amusement.

“Shut up,” he mumbled against your neck, his tone lacking any real bite. “Lemme stay like this.”

You chuckled softly, leaning back into his embrace.

His hands shifted slightly, one settling on your waist while the other moved up to rest just below your collarbone.

The weight of his arm was comforting, grounding you in the moment.

“You smell good,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his unexpected comment, and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly. “It’s just the soap,” you replied, trying to downplay it.

“Don’t care,” he said simply, pressing another kiss to your neck. “You smell good.”

For a moment, the two of you stood there in silence, swaying slightly as his body relaxed against yours.

You could feel the tension in his muscles slowly melting away, replaced by the warmth of your shared connection.

“You’re gonna fall asleep like this,” you teased, glancing down at his hands still wrapped around you.

“Wouldn’t be the worst thing,” he replied, his tone soft and uncharacteristically tender.

You turned your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of his face.

His eyes were closed, his usually sharp features softened by exhaustion and contentment.

You couldn’t resist leaning forward to press a kiss to his temple, your lips lingering there for a moment.

“Come on,” you said gently, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. “Let’s sit down for a bit. You’ve had a long day.”

He groaned softly but reluctantly loosened his grip, allowing you to turn around in his arms.

His crimson eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world outside seemed to fade away.

“Thanks,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity.

You smiled, cupping his face in your hands. “Always,” you replied.

Taking his hand in yours, you led him over to the couch, where he immediately pulled you down beside him.

Once again, his arms found their way around you, holding you close as though you were his anchor.

And as the two of you sat there, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, the weight of the day seemed to lift, leaving only peace in its place.

BAKUGO FANFICTION

[witchyliterature]

GOOD AND PLENTY: K.B

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➤ eating pomegranate with strong magical intentions in mind can help manifest what you want

18. difficile ad amorem

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breakfast has been set and katsuki did not come to play. your dad assumed by his rush to do the breakfast that he was definitely good - but as soon as he took the first bite, he rushed to finish it.

hell, katsuki surely was husband material, he might keep this love spell just to allow himself to get some good food.

you yourself was no better, the sounds of you gobbling up the food was the only thing heard from you. your eyes had a narrow focus, which was the breakfast in front of you and only that.

“katsuki bakugou, please marry my daughter if you would like!” your dad’s muffled voice was barely registrable.

“what?! don’t go making statements like that!” you exclaimed, your voice equally as muffled as you both stuffed your mouthy to the fullest capacity.

“that’s the plan, sir” katsuki smirked, outting his hand in his sweatpant pockets.

you instantly looked at him shocked. with how awkward the morning was, you assumed that he wouldn’t even look at you as your dad made that comment. clearly, the love spell is still at work.

“anyways, let me get started on your situationship, then i can continue to eat well!” your dad chuckled as you groaned in embarrassment, your dad and you only met yet he was already as cringe as a dad could be.

“alright, sit down in front of my katsuki.” your dad asked softly, to which katsuki confusingly followed.

your dad looked into his eyes, it was a whirlpool between pink and red. his eyes flickered, would then return to normal, only to flicker again in a quick repetition.

“right, i’m going to do something first to check what the hells going on with his eyes.” your dad muttered, to which you nodded vigorously.

your dad put his hands on katsuki’s head, muttering things in latin and before you knew it, katsuki passed out with a projection of his soul coming out of his body, his resting face was a scowl so you knew this was the orginal katsuki.

“y/n l/n, i am going to fucking murder you when i get back. i swear, ill make you suffer.” katsuki’s soul seethed as he turned to face you.

“shit, katsuki, im so sorry! i really-“

“you fucking embarrassed me for weeks! everyone sees me as this stupid lover boy that’s obsessed over you.” katsuki’s seethed yelled back, his voice having a slight echo.

“oh get over yourself katsuki’s, is being seen in love with me that torturous for you?” you rolled your eyes.

“that’s not the fucking issue and you know it.” katsuki’s angrily replied.

you looked at him skeptically, was that a confession? or did he simply mean he doesn’t care that much about what other people think about you two? either way sounds to have romantic connotations.

“then what is?” you asked.

“the fact- you know what, fuck this. get me out and lemme talk to her fact to face, old man.” katsuki looked at your dad as he responded.

“old man is crazy considering im your crushes father but whatever.” you father muttered immaturely.

katsuki looked slightly flustered as he said that, turning to face you and see your reaction only to still look skeptical.

your father then sent his soul into his body and started the ritual through putting a glass charm of a heart onto katsuki’s chest and hovering his hands while a soft glow emmitted from it.

“this doesn’t usually happen you know, once you do a love spell, that’s it, it cannot be broken unless powerful mages or the person itself have the power to stop it.” your dad explained.

“then why does-“

“because, for some reason, his soul and body rejected it. i don’t know how it worked, he clearly already had feelings for you, otherwise the spell wouldn’t have worked so quickly and so powerfully, but his soul was constantly fighting the spell. his spirit was simply too strong compared to the dosage you gave him, and trust me, i can sense that it was a lot.” you dad further explained.

you looked at him and started to understand. katsuki has always been a fighter, it makes sense that his spirit too also wanted to fight.

but, this whole thing about feelings. you knew he had them for you beforehand. you’re just so confused why he never told you? why he flirted with that second year that practically started it all? why he always seemed to make you a second choice?

the sound of a crack broke you out of your thoughts, you looked and saw that heart chart was broken - indicating that the love spell was broken.

katsuki’s eyes fluttered awake, he started to wake up as small groans escaped his lips. with his true soul being dormant for a while, it felt weird finally seeing things with his own eyes rather than was felt like to be a glass mirror.

“katsuki..” you said softly, getting up to walk up to him.

“fuck, i- i need to go for a drive.” katsuki suddenly spoke, his nerves for some reason shot through the roof, and so he sped to the hallway, grabbed his keys and immediately left.

you called out for him, but he has no response, marching his way to his car and driving off quickly.

“leave him, he will come back, don’t worry.” you father advised you.

you sighed, you knew he would, katsuki never left forever. but it sucked that the first time in a while you were seeing him again, he did what he always did and ran from his emotions.

you just hoped that when he came back, a different song would play for you two.

[shawtylex09]

Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader.

Valentine’s Day story 1/14

Warnings; swearing, Izuku being clumsy, reader hopelessly pining.

Enjoy darlings .~•*

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You walked out of the dorms on the warm Tuesday morning, the sun was out, and the breeze was slowly and lazily drifting by.

The fresh air felt amazing in your lungs as you leisurely strolled to UA, the campus’s beautiful scenery taking your breath away.

A few of your classmates walked past you, greeting you with warm smiles, or sleepy expressions, to which you reciprocate the greeting with your own greeting.

You enjoy the warm morning sun on your skin, the crisp air and cool breeze, thinking of taking a nice long nap in the grass in the courtyard of the dorms.

You sighed as you made your way to the entrance of the school, kissing the beautiful April weather goodbye.

The halls a bustling with students, the signature gray top with dark green bottoms greeting your eyes in a sea of blurry colors.

Despite how tired you are, you smile.

You were incredibly lucky to be going here.

The school’s courses were incredibly well thought out, the teachers were very thorough in their teachings, and you picked up a lot of new methods for working and designing support course gear.

You mainly worked on class 1B’s things, Hatsume mainly dealt with the more troublesome 1A students, which you certainly weren’t complaining about.

As you’re deep in thought, you walk past a trio, and hear the most melodic and beautiful laufh you’ve ever heard.

Your heart floats in your chest as you hear it, and you whip your head to the side.

The trio consisted of three students, one tall boy with dark blue hair, red eyes and glasses, a girl with a brown bob and brown eyes, with pink cheeks. Then, you lay your eyes on the source of the laughter.

The third member of this trio, had wild green curls that were tousled and free, his freckled cheeks a light pink as he and the girl laughed at something, his eyes crinkling shut and his shoulders trembling as he produced the most sweet and gut wrenching sound you’ve ever heard in your 16 years of existence.

You blushed brightly, and gazed at the boy, probably looking like a creep, but what were you supposed to do? You’d just had the wind knocked out of you by the sweetest laugh, that belonged to the sweetest looking boy you’d ever laid eyes on.

He cracked one of his eyes open, his waterline red with a few little tears threatening to spill from his bright green and warm looking eyes.

God you were a mess. Your stomach aggressively fluttering and your heart pounding against your ribs. Who was this cute boy?

The bell signaling school would be starting, rang sooner than you would have liked. You frowned and sighed, watching as the boy collected himself and his trio walked down the hall, turning out of sight.

Your mind lingered on his laugh, on his sweet pink cheeks and emerald green eyes and those messy curls.

You groaned to yourself. What were you thinking? This was some random boy you saw in the halls, and you were acting all flustered over his laugh.

“Get it together, Y/n” you muttered to yourself as you walked down the hall, sighing heavily. You trudge down to your classroom, slipping in silently and sitting next to Hatsume and Ami.

Ami was the first to notice your flustered state. She smirked and turned around to face you “hey, N/n, what’s got you all red in the face this morning?” She asked.

You looked away and huffed. You didn’t honestly want to explain your little incident in the hall. “It’s nothing, it’s just me being over dramatic, that’s all” you muttered dismissively, only serving to fuel Ami’s curiosity.

Ami’s round, orange, eyes narrowed as you dismissed your pink cheeks and avoidant gaze. She glanced to Hatsume, who had a screwdriver in hand, and a glove in the other. “What do you think, Me? Does she look..i dunno…flustered?”

Hatsume only glanced up for a second, then returned her gaze down to her gadget “she looks fine to me!” She chirped, making Ami’s face drop into a deadpan “you’re an addict.” She grumbled under her breath.

You laughed a little and rolled your eyes “guys, it’s no big deal. I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” You lied, to which Ami sighed “well, if you say so, but you can tell us anything, you know that N/n?”

You smiled softly, feeling lucky to have friends who genuinely care about you. A warm feeling settled in your chest “yeah, I gotcha” you assured with a nod.

A bit later .•*~

Finally, your favorite time of the day rolled around…lunch.

Lunch Rush’s food was amazing, and you got to chat with your friends, sometimes even showing off blueprints for the latest projects you’d been working on.

You walked out of the lunch line next to Ami, chatting lightly and chuckling a bit as she cracked a few jokes. As you walked, you heard a familiar sound, one that made you erupt in goosebumps.

You whipped your head around and saw that same boy from earlier that morning, sitting with a new face, a boy with half-and-half hair.

Your heart raced as you gazed at the boy, his laugh wasn’t even that loud, but you could hear it over everything else, the world seeming to hone in on this one freckled boy.

You were so caught up in the boy’s laughter, and in his appearance, you barely even noticed Ami trying to get your attention, until she snapped her fingers in front of your face. “Hello?? Earth to Y/n- are you with us?”

You blushed furiously and looked away, a blush rising to your ears “s-sorry, Wh-what were you saying?” You muttered, stumbling over your words a bit.

Ami huffed and held her tray with one hand, placing her other on her hip “you’re acting weird today, are you sure you’re feeling alright?” She asked with a concerned look on her face, her amber eyes searching yours for any hint of being sick or..something.

You were sick alright, quite sick in fact.

You looked away, averting your gaze from Ami’s “yeah- I’m good Ams, I just-“ you glanced back at the boy for a split second, then away again. Ami turned a second too late, not being able to follow your gaze.

She sighed and shook her head “if you say so..cmon, we need to get to the table before Hatsume blows up the whole cafeteria with her ‘babies’”

You nodded and shot a shy glance to the boy once again, your heart beating a little harder “okay..yeah let’s go”

.~•*

Apparently, Hatsume had gotten sick some point during the day, meaning that you and Ami and the rest of your class had the lab to yourselves today.

You sighed as you stared down at the helmet you were working on. You spun your wrench around in your fingers, trying to figure out how to implement a comms system without adding a bulky antenna, or making the device in an inconvenient spot.

You looked up as the door to the lab opened, and there stood a blonde haired boy, who looked rather unhappy to be there, and a red head next to him, who couldn’t look more opposite than he did.

“Hello!” The redhead greeted, flashing a sharp, toothy grin. You smiled and pulled from your desk “oh, hey guys. Can I help you two with something?”

The blonde scoffed, his shoulders slouched and his hands in his pockets “where’s the pink one?” He asked with an unimpressed look.

You blinked and chuckled, rubbing the back of your neck. “Uhm..Hatsume is sick..today..but I can definitely help with whatever you’re needing”

The blonde grunted and rolled his eyes, earning a hand on his shoulder from the redhead “ah! It’s not a big deal. I just wanted some help with my costume” he held up his suitcase with his number on it, and you smiled.

“Sure, what did you need?” You asked, taking the case from him and putting it on your desk, opening it.

The redhead smiled “well, I need to make my shoulder pads more heavy, but I don’t want them to put a strain on my body where it’ll do damage or anything like that.” He explained as he pulled out two dark, rusty red, cog looking shoulder pads.

You frowned as you looked at them, taking one and turning it over in your hands. The material was light. You tapped on it with you nail and hummed a bit “well, concidering these are plastic, it’s going to be significantly harder to make these heavier. However, I can cast and remake you different ones out of metal, if you’re alright with that?”

The redhead smiled and looked down at you “oh! Yeah that sounds awesome! As long as I can increase the weight I’m okay with whatever” he nodded and placed his hands on his hips.

You smiled “perfect. Well, I’ll try to have them back to you as soon as possible. Who’s this belong to?” You asked, grabbing some label stickers and putting it on his case, grabbing a marker.

“Kirishima Ejirou” he chirped, his tone light and cheerful. The boy next to him rolled his eyes, seemingly unamused with his happy demeanor.

And just like that, a whole world was opened to you.

Kirishima turned out to be a really nice guy, a little impatient, but in an excited kid way.

He was so incredibly sweet, and you were fast friends. His warm demeanor and friendly smile were something you got used to as he visited every day to check on his shoulder pads.

Meanwhile, the boy you deemed your ‘hallway crush’, continued to be just that..a hallway crush.

His laugh, that smile, the way his cheeks dimpled when he grinned, how the freckles littered his skin, his wild curls, the way his green eyes caught the light..

About a week later, you mentioned this boy in passing, to which Kirishima brightened and smiled “oh! You mean Midoriya?”

You paused and looked over at him “Midoriya?”you repeated dumbly, to which Kirishima chuckled a bit, his hearty laugh warming your atmosphere.

“Well, you said green hair, and the only guy I know who has green hair is Midoriya. He’s kinda short with curly hair? Freckles?” Kirishima described and you felt your heard pound in your chest. You dropped the screwdriver you were holding and gaped.

“You’re classmates with my hallway crush!?” You squealed, shaking the boy by his shoulders.

Kirishima laughed and put his hands over yours “yes- yes! Apparently!” He laughed, allowing you to shake him with the shocked look on your face. “Do you want me to give you his number?”

Your face turned more red than Kiri’s hair, and you sputtered. On one hand, the idea of having his number- of getting that form of communication that you’d been dreaming about, sounded amazing. On the other hand, you were terrified.

“I-I dunno Kiri” you rubbed the back of your neck and looked down shyly “is he nice? I don’t really know him but I’ve only ever seen him smiling or flustered.”

Kirishima smiled warmly and nodded, leaning against your work bench “oh Midoriya? Yeah, the dude is a total sweetheart. He’s nerdy, nice, conciderate and super selfless. He’s also childhood friends with my boyfriend, Bakugou.”

You hummed and fiddled with your fingers “should I try and talk to him next time I see him?” You asked, the idea alone making your stomach twist with anxiety and your hands grow sweaty.

Kirishima perked up and grinned “yeah! Don’t worry, midoriya is totally shy and probably has no experience when it comes to girls, so you don’t need to worry about high standards or anything.”

His words assured you a little but you were still nervous.

Although..the thought of talking to him did make you excited.

A few days passed since that interaction with Kirishima, and you had been looking for your hallway crush. Aka Midoriya.

You walked through the halls, passing the 1A classroom a few times, and finally, you found him.

Your heart fluttered wildly and you almost stumbled over your own two feet as you saw the boy walking with his nose buried in a notebook.

You sucked in a breath, mustered all of your courage and walked up to him “h-hey..Midoriya!”

The boy pulled his face from his book and turned around. He gave a confused smile “oh! Hi, uhm..do I know you?” He asked, fiddling with some of his curls.

You almost passed away. His voice was so easy to listen to, and you could easily let him chat your ear off for hours.

“N-no, I’m actually in the support course” you said, rubbing the back of your neck with a small smile.

Midoriya perked up and smiled “oh! Support course? That’s awesome! Thank you for all the work you do for us” he said warmly, fiddling with the cover of his notebook.

You blushed brightly and fiddled with your tie “oh- I-it’s not a big deal, we just do what we can” you waved off his thanks, feeling a bit shy.

“Oh- a-anyways, I just..wanted to say that you look nice t-today” you said with a shaky smile. Your words made Izuku’s cheeks flush bright red as he suddenly began mentally running over his appearance.

“I-I look nice-? O-oh! Oh! Thank-thank you s-so much! Y-you look very pretty- I mean- beautiful! I mean uh..” Izuku fumbled over his words, suddenly feeling rather bashful and a bit shy.

You blushed and you swore this boy had just taken your heart from you right then and there. You laughed a bit and shyly fiddled with your skirt “uhm..I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” You asked softly

Izuku’s cheeks, somehow, turned even redder. He blinked as he processed your words before he stiffened “yes!” He said a little too loudly, making you laugh a bit.

He handed you his phone with shaky hands “I’m Y/n, Y/n L/n, it’s nice to meet you, Midoriya” you said as you typed in your number and sent your phone a text from his.

“O-oh! You’re the girl Kirishima mentioned, awesome! It’s n-nice to meet you, L/n” Midoriya said as he accepted his phone back from you, his cheeks still red as he tried to maintain his composure.

You smiled and nodded “yeah, that’s me, but please, Y/n is just fine” you assured.

Izuku’s cheeks flushed bright red and he looked away with a shy grin “alright..u-uh..Y-Y/n it is then”

You two stood there awkwardly for a moment, before you spoke up “uhm..I-is it too forward to offer to walk you to your next class?” You asked, to which Izuku blinked before shaking his head quickly “n-no! That- that sounds awesome..a-actually”

You smiled and rubbed the back of your neck “a-alright, Wh-where to?” You asked, barely finding your voice, your hands fidgety and your cheeks bright red.

“I-i have hero ethics next, I-it’s this way” Izuku said as he gestured down the hall, a small smile on his lips and a pleasant blush on his freckled cheeks.

You smiled as the two of you walked together, the small talk came easy and you just knew when you heard him laughing, that you were done for.

Here’s the first prompt for the Valentine’s Day writing challenge! I’m pretty happy with how this came out, and if you want any characters from MHA, JJK, AOT or Demon Slayer, you can either send me an ask or comment. Have an amazing day, lovelies .•~* 💚

[gece-misin-nesin]

you know what I hate in fics that "redeem" characters? especially antiheroes or villains who -in canon- call out oppressive regimes, the status quo, criticize the privileged, etc.? it's the fact that they are usually 'redeemed' via their relationships with "hero" characters. and by doing this, the writer just. invalidates all the systemic issues the character is supposed to be criticizing as if they don't exist, or as if the character wasn't criticizing the status quo at all! I see this is a refusal to engage with actual problems that villain/anti-hero characters often protest against, and as a refusal to admit the hero characters are complicit with the status quo. and a villain/anti-hero fan, it is very, very annoying.

Also, this makes these characters seem almost "hysteric", which is even more frustrating

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚 - 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬

Word Count: 760

Contains:death and blood.

Proof read and Edited

ou ran, your legs screaming in protest, muscles burning with every step, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when everything was at stake. Tenya’s comms had gone silent twenty minutes ago. No updates, no responses—nothing. That wasn’t like him. Tenya was always methodical, precise, the first to report in and the last to leave. The silence clawed at your chest, each second without word from him like a nail digging deeper into your heart. Something was wrong. You could feel it, a sickening certainty twisting in your gut. And though you wished, prayed, begged for it to be nothing—just paranoia playing cruel tricks on your mind—you knew better. You were rarely wrong.

The frigid night air bit at your skin, turning the tears streaming down your face into icy trails. The sharp wind stung your cheeks, but the pain barely registered. Your focus was singular, your feet pounding against the uneven ground as you pushed forward. Every breath came out ragged, every inhale burning your chest and searing your throat, but still, you pressed on. Your body screamed for rest, your shins aching and lungs straining, but none of it mattered. Not until you found him.

And then you did.

He was there, just ahead, lying crumpled on the ground like a discarded doll. Your heart lurched so violently it felt like it might shatter. The world tilted, your knees buckling as you stumbled forward, your mind unable to process the sight in front of you.

“Tenya!” The scream ripped from your throat, raw and desperate, a sound filled with more fear than you thought possible. You fell to your knees beside him, your hands trembling as they hovered over his still body. Blood. So much blood. It painted his uniform in dark, viscous streaks, pooled beneath him, and matted his hair to his forehead.

Your shaking hands cupped his face, your fingers cold against his clammy skin. “Tenya,” you pleaded, your voice cracking. “Wake up. Please, wake up.”

There was no response. His eyes were closed, his face pale—too pale. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing like thunder in your ears as you frantically searched his body, trying to locate the source of the blood. Your fingers pressed against his skin, your touch light at first, then more desperate, more frantic.

“Stay with me,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Please, Tenya. Look at me. Just—just open your eyes.”

You shook him gently, then harder, your tears falling onto his bloodstained face. The metallic tang of blood filled your nose, mixing with the icy air and the choking sobs bubbling up in your throat.

“Tenya,” you rasped again, louder this time, as though sheer force of will could bring him back.

But he didn’t move.

Your hands scrambled to his neck, your fingers pressing against his skin, desperate to feel the steady thrum of life. You held your breath, counting the seconds, hoping, praying for the faintest hint of a pulse.

There was none.

“No,” you choked out, your voice barely audible, trembling as the word clawed its way out of you. “No, no, no.”

You pressed harder, checked again, and again, refusing to accept what you already knew. Your mind screamed at you to do something, anything, but your body refused to move.

“Come back,” you begged, your voice cracking as fresh tears blurred your vision. “You can’t do this to me. You can’t—”

Your words dissolved into a broken sob as your hands fell limp against him. The icy realization swept over you, freezing you to your core.

You collapsed onto his chest, clutching him tightly as if holding him closer could somehow bring him back. Your face pressed against his uniform, damp with blood and cold as ice. There was no heartbeat to greet you, no warmth to comfort you. Just silence.

“We were supposed to have forever,” you whispered, the words barely more than a breath. Your body shook as sobs wracked through you, every cry tearing through you like shards of glass. “We were going to get married.”

The memory of his smile flashed in your mind, so vivid and warm it felt like a cruel mockery now. You buried your face against him, your tears soaking through the fabric of his uniform.

“Please… don’t leave me,” you cried, your voice muffled, broken.

But the silence was deafening. No response came. Only the hollow ache of a love now lost, leaving you alone in the cold, clutching the lifeless body of the man who had promised you forever.

tags: @slayfics @tootiecakes234 @tardis3202 @just-a-hopeless-romantic @ferallove-for-tx2o Lmk if you wanna be added 🐸

[zomb-core]

vampire!bakugou who bears his teeth and sinks them into your flesh after sneaking over to your dorm after hours.

His sharp fangs pierce through your skin, your warm blood quickly pooling into his mouth. A whimper leaves you, not from pain however, it rarely hurts for more than a second if you relax.

A large hand cups the base of your neck and effortlessly tilts your head back. You allow your eyes to fall shut and focus on the feeling of him draining you.

He was always sure to stop before taking too much not wanting to do serious damage, or worse, kill you. His lips separated from your skin, but he didn't pull back yet. Your breath hitched as his tongue ran over the fresh wound, effectively cleaning off the remaining blood.

"You know, you're not as rough as everyone thinks you are."

Now, he's face to face with you. You examine him, his pupils are dilated from feeding off of you and there's leftover blood trickling down his chin. He laughs, well, more so chuckles, it's hard to tell the difference with how quiet you are both being.

"Yeah, whatever."

part two maybe?

[sigg-vbj]

Fan Video's

Bakugo didn’t usually waste time scrolling through social media—it wasn’t his style—but even he had those moments where boredom hit like a truck. Today was one of those rare days. Propped up on his couch, his phone in hand, he mindlessly swiped through random videos of heroes doing flashy crap. Most of it was predictable: same moves, same interviews, same dumb flashy quirk stunts.

Then a thumbnail caught his eye.

“Scarlet X’s Big Dog Moments”

The title alone made him pause. Vanessa had gone to America a few months back, and while he knew she was holding her own, he hadn’t really seen her in action over there. He tapped the video, the familiar fiery red 'X' in the thumbnail already intriguing him. What started as curiosity quickly turned into something he hadn’t expected.

The video opened with a bang—literally. Vanessa stood on the edge of a skyscraper, throwing up two middle fingers with her tongue out, looking like she owned the damn skyline. Then, without a second thought, she tipped back and free-fell like gravity was just a suggestion. The timing was perfect, the base of some heavy New York drill track dropping as the scene cut to her mid-air, cosmic red energy glowing around her like she was the queen of the world.

Bakugo blinked. "What the hell...?"

This wasn’t the Vanessa he’d seen at UA, calm and collected with that rare mischievous smirk. This was Scarlet X, fully in her element, showing off like a certified badass.

Whoever made this video wasn’t just good—they were a genius. The clips were fire, blending her coolest takedowns with moments that showed just how much of a presence she had on the streets of New York. Without realizing it, Bakugo hit follow on the account. Of course, it was one of his throwaway accounts—no way in hell would he let anyone know Dynamight was binge-watching fan videos of his... Vanessa.

Each clip had him more hooked than the last.

In one, she spun on her heel after flooring some villain and started Harlem shaking like she was on a stage at Madison Square Garden. "Aye! Aye! Aye!" she shouted, finishing the impromptu dance with a smooth spin and throwing up peace signs.

“Idiot,” Bakugo muttered, but he smirked, shaking his head.

Another video showed her going toe-to-toe with a muscle-bound villain twice her size. At first, she faked out a straight punch, then dodged under his swing before planting an uppercut so clean it looked like it came out of a comic book. The guy went flying, practically orbiting.

Bakugo burst out laughing. “Damn right, show ‘em who’s boss, Puffball.”

Then came the "GET OVER HERE!" moment. Facing the camera with a cocky grin, Vanessa turned and threw a glowing red X at a fleeing thief. The X latched onto his back, and with one sharp yank, she pulled the guy through the air like a ragdoll straight into her grip. The reference was crystal clear.

“Cheeky,” Bakugo muttered, letting out a snicker. "Where’s the fatality, huh?"

But the videos weren’t just goofy or flashy. There were moments where she was simply... Vanessa. Sitting on a stoop, eating a slice of pizza someone handed her as thanks. Floating in mid-air, her cosmic energy gently swirling around her, her face serene like she was meditating. Those clips were quieter, but they hit different. They showed the side of her that wasn’t just a hero but a person.

His smirk softened. His chest warmed a bit—annoyingly so. She wasn’t just Scarlet X; she was Vanessa. The girl who trained with him, roasted him for being too loud, and could take him down a peg without even trying. Seeing her like this, fully in her element, surrounded by fans, showing off for cameras without losing herself—it made him proud.

Bakugo scrolled to the comments.

User123: “Scarlet X is carrying the hero industry in NYC right now.” FanOfScarlet: “No way, she’s too good. That cosmic energy is insane.” ThrowawayGuy99: “I’m down bad for Scarlet X. She can punch me into the stratosphere any day.” DynamightFan47: “Scarlet X and Dynamight collab WHEN?”

His eyes twitched at the last one. He quickly commented on his favorite clip—the one with the uppercut—under his throwaway account.

TotallyNotDynamight: “Yeah, she’s badass. Don’t get used to it, though. She’s got competition.”

He snorted after hitting send. If Vanessa ever found out about this, she’d never let him live it down. But for now, he kept scrolling, rewatching the clips and feeling a rare sense of admiration—for her and her ability to own the spotlight like no one else could. End

[dark-elf-writes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Midoriya Izuku/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Midoriya Inko, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Always a Different Gender or Sex, Female Midoriya Izuku, Female Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Female Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Underage Drinking, Underage Sex - Freeform, Underage Smoking, izumi is seventeen at the start of this, and trust me that is the least messed up thing about the three of them, Party Girl Midoriya Izumi, Vaginal Fingering, Public Sex, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku is a Mess, Midoriya Izuku Has One for All Quirk, eventually, UA Starts Later, Yagi Toshinori | All Might is a Bad Teacher, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Tries, Abusive Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki Bashing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Izumi Midoriya has always been taught to keep her head down and pray that she goes unnoticed. It worked well enough until a chance encounter leads her down a path of self discovery that is dangerously close to self destruction.

Or

The toxic yuri situationship that could save or end the world.

[lura-valentine]

World of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia

random AU where Dabi is still alive. According to tradition, Kaji would barely know Dabi.

🔞 +18 only 🔞

With the exception of Rain and Kaji, all characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi

➡️ click for Rain's profil

➡️ click for Kaji's profil

Please note that English is not my first language. So forgive me for mistakes.

Warning signs would be helpful

The sky was an endless expanse of deep black, streaked with isolated stars that sparkled like cold fire. Between them, a figure glided silently through the night, its black wings spread, radiating ice-blue cold. Kaji flew high above the city, his body a shadow play against the silver moon.

The wind tugged at his hair, playing with the black strands, while the white strand on his forehead shimmered in the light. His turquoise eyes focused on the dark streets below him, but his mind was still on training with his uncle Shoto. The frosty air was nothing compared to the cold he and his uncle could unleash. Today they had worked on new combinations, on even more precise attacks. But now Kaji just wanted to go home, his muscles burned with exhaustion, and the only thing he could think about was a hot shower and sleep.

With a powerful flap of his wings, he dived down, heading straight for his family's apartment. His window was open, as always - a habit that made it easier for him to get in quickly. He glided through silently, dropped to the floor and stretched.

With a practiced movement, he ripped his bag from his shoulder and threw it carelessly onto his bed. His coat followed shortly after, landing over the chair at his desk. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair and stepped out into the hallway.

“I’m back!” he called, but there was no answer. 

His brow furrowed. Unusual. Usually his mother was the first to greet him, or his father at least mumbled something from the couch. But now – nothing. Just silence.

A strange feeling crept up inside him as he slowly walked down the stairs. There was a light on downstairs, warm, inviting light shining from the living room. Kaji exhaled. Maybe they just hadn't heard him come in.

His steps were quiet, almost cautious, as he entered the room. And then – he froze.

His eyes widened, his breath caught in his throat. A sudden wave of heat shot across his face, turning it bright red. His head felt like it was about to explode.

His parents - naked. His father, Dabi, pinned his mother against the wall, his scarred hands holding her legs up as his hips bucked against hers with unmistakable intensity. Rain's arms were wrapped around his neck, her breathing heavy as she squirmed in his grip.

Kaji's brain refused to work. "...Oh damn..." He stumbled backwards, almost hitting the door. His heart was racing, his whole body was so tense it hurt.

Dabi's movements stopped, his turquoise eyes, which sparkled almost unnaturally in the warm light, turned to the door. A shadow in the doorway, frozen like a deer in the headlights.

Kaji. 

A dark smile twitched across Dabi's lips, and instead of hastily pulling away or even looking surprised, he pulled Rain even closer to him. His grip on her thighs remained strong as he tilted his head slightly.

"Tsk..." A quiet snort, half amusement, half mockery. "Well, my son? Don't you like the sight?"

Kaji looked away, but the burning image was already burned into his brain. His parents – In a way he never wanted to see. His stomach clenched, his face burned, and his body was tense, as if he was preparing for a fight.

"Dude, what the hell?!" His voice nearly cracked and he ran his hand through his hair as if he could somehow distance himself from the situation. "Can't you do this somewhere else?!"

Rain was breathing heavily, her cheeks also flushed - not out of shame, but because of the state she was in. She pressed her forehead against Dabi's shoulder, as if she wanted to block out Kaji's existence for a moment.

“Maybe… you should go away for a moment, Kaji,” she finally said, a hint of amusement in her voice, but also a clear request.

"One moment?!" Kaji made a helpless gesture towards the two. "I came in here to live, not to die, damn it!"

Dabi laughed softly, a dark, throaty sound that only made Kaji angrier. "Well, you should have knocked then."

Kaji glared at his father with a mixture of anger and absolute horror. "Knock?! I still live here!" he hissed, throwing his arms in the air in a desperate gesture.

He turned on his heel and stomped towards the stairs, but his voice didn't stop. "Honestly, this isn't normal! You're my parents! I should come home, have some damn peace and not— EH!" He threw his hands over his face as if that would drive the burning images out of his head.

"At least a warning! A sign on the door! Warning! Don't come in, we're fucking it like rabbits!" He gesticulated wildly, the indignation evident in every movement. "But no! Of course not! Instead I'm going to burst into the middle of a scene that will haunt me forever! And then I'm supposed to leave as if nothing had happened?!"

His steps quickened, his heart still racing, as he staggered up the stairs. "I need therapy. Holy shit, I need a lot of therapy!"

With a loud bang, the door to his room slammed shut, and then... silence.

Dabi listened amusedly to the chaos Kaji had left behind before his gaze slid back to Rain. His grin grew wider, darker, as he gripped her legs tighter again and pulled her against him.

"Well," he murmured harshly, his breath hot on her neck. "Now that he's gone..."

Rain placed a hand on his neck, her lips brushing his ear.

"Then go on."

Dabi's lips curled into a dark grin as he slid agonizingly slowly, almost out of her. His fingers dug lightly into her skin. His breath was hot against her lips as he murmured softly, almost commandingly:

"Say that again."

Rain trembled slightly, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as her lips touch against his. Her voice was a sensual whisper, a command and a request at the same time.

"go on."

Her words hit him like fire and without further warning he rammed into her again with full force. A strangled sound escaped Rain and she threw her head back as her fingers pulled at his hair.

"Say it again, Rain," he demanded, his tone blazing like the flames burning within him. "Say it again."

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Every single word you say makes me feel some type of way

It's the thought of you that slightly scares me

But it takes my breath away, forget what I was gonna say

The day that I met you, I started dreaming

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BakuSquad x F!Musician!reader x Bakugo Katsuki (A lil romance never hurt nobody ;3)

Tw: Cursing. 

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Synopsis; Having a music based quirk takes you down the path of actually making music, what happens when you let some of your closest friends in your class help you make a song, and play cupid?

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You should never have agreed to this. 

In hindsight, it seemed like a fun idea when Sero suggested it with a mischievous smirk that you mistook for a sweet smile. 

Denki, Sero, Jirou, Kirishima, Mina, and surprisingly Bakugo were crammed around your small dorm, chit-chatting about new musical possibilities for you. 

"Y/n, have you ever tried to rap?" Denki asks, causing everyone's individual conversations to end and turn to you. 

You hum slightly, still plugging in all your recording equipment and clicking around on your desktop computer to open different programs. 

"Yeah, once or twice." 

You hear a few giggles come from behind you and you quickly turn around. 

Scanning your eyes across your friends to see the culprits you narrow in on Mina who's got her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. 

"What's so funny?" You ask with an attitude. 

"I just can't see you rapping is all!" She says with a slight chuckle. 

You scoff and roll your eyes, turning to finish setting up. 

Sero had roped you into this by mentioning that he was surprised none of them had gotten to hear any of your music that you talk about so much. After chatting for a bit Denki joined the conversation, mentioning how he had tried and failed at using some computer programs to make beats of his own. 

Soon your friend group slowly filled out around your desk, putting in input where it was needed, creating a discussion about music making in general. 

It all came crashing down when Denki and Jirou started bickering about who could make the best beat. 

"Well y/n," Sero lazily put his face in the palm of his hand and gave you a lopsided smile. "Why don't we all just come to yours after class and see who can make the best beat? Then you can work your magic and show us how you make your own music. Kill two birds with one stone." 

You hummed, tapping your chin in thought. 

it was a smart idea, and this would prevent them from hounding you to show them until you gave in anyways. 

"Fine.," Denki and Kirishima high five at your response, but you cut their celebration short by clearing your throat. "Only if you can get Bakugo to come too." An evil grin now overtakes your face. 

You watch as all the smiles in the group slowly drop, some turning into defeated frowns, others in deep thought. Finally Sero speaks up again. 

"Y/n, you know that isn't possible!" A slight whine is heard as he speaks. 

'If you're not up to the challenge then that's your problem." You shrug, going back to taking notes like you were originally supposed to be doing. 

The rest of your friends now move to hover over Sero's desk, devising a plan to get their stubborn friend to leave his dorm for one night. 

Unfortunately for you they had somehow managed to convince the hot headed Blond to come along. 

When you heard a knock at your door, you answered, gloating with your chest puffed out, ready to see Sero's defeated face as he told you they couldn't do it. 

Nope, there stood six of your closest friends waiting excitedly to make music. 

Bakugo was the only one who looked annoyed, hands shoved in his pockets as a scowl filled his face, mumbling incoherent curses under his breath. 

You sighed and moved away allowing them to enter. 

That's how you got into this position. 

You roll your eyes at the thought and then turn to Sero. 

He still has a smug look on his face, you stick your tongue out at him and he just laughs before flipping you off. 

You grunt and then turn to face Denki and Jirou. 

"So Denki, since you don't really know how to use this stuff and Jirou does, we can be partners. 

You hear a scoff leave the girl's mouth. 

"That's unfair!" 

You think for a moment before an idea pops into your head. 

"Why don't we just forget about the competition and you guys all just make a beat together. I'll be completely hands off and Jirou, you can teach them as you do it." 

You see Sero roll his eyes and you turn to him, now you're the one with a smug grin on your face. 

"Killing two birds with one stone, yeah?" 

He crosses his arms and pops an eyebrow at you before sassily turning away. 

You fight back the laugh growing in your throat. 

Bakugo, finally, decides to speak up. 

"This is stupid, I'm going back to my dorm." 

Mina quickly blocks the door to the hallway as Bakugo starts to move towards it. 

"Uh-uh, remember the deal?" She says to him. 

You watch in awe as the hot head quickly turns around and sits back in the spot he had just walked away from. 

"What deal?" You ask. 

Everyone goes quiet at your question, looking around at each other nervously. 

You see Bakugo grow angry at the situation and you tilt your head in confusion. 

You look at Denki, he's the weakest link in your friend group, especially when it comes to you. His sweet and cute best friend! You reminded him of a cute little puppy when you would bat your eyelashes his way and ask him to do something for you. 

Though, you had this effect on most of the people you knew. 

"Kami, what're they talking about?" Your voice is soft and sweet and his friends know exactly what's going to happen next. 

They slowly turn towards him, awaiting to see what he does. 

He's sweating as his eyes dart around between the different faces, hands anxiously wiping on his pants. 

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Sero shoots tape to wrap around his friend's mouth. 

Muffled grunts can be heard from Kaminari as he struggles to peel the tape off. 

Okay, fine then. 

"Bakugo, what deal?" 

Nobody moves out of fear of what either you or Katsuki would do to them if they tried to interfere again. 

Bakugo grunts as he looks away from you. 

"Can't say." 

You watch as he closes his eyes and puts a hand over his mouth, he looks embarrassed?

You cross your arms and turn away from them. 

You pout at your desk, mad that nobody will include you in this secret. 

Even more mad that even Bakugo wouldn't tell you. 

A sweet voice sounds behind you and you recognize it to be Jirou. 

"Y/n? Don't be mad at us! You were the one who made the deal to begin with!" 

You make a loud 'Humph!' as you dramatically turn your head even farther away from her, your nose now stuck up in the air. 

"Hey, hey! Please don't be mad y/n! It's not manly of you!" Kirishima shouts from where he's sprawled over your bed. 

You hear Mina whisper yell at him that he's not helping. 

You still make a point to look at him and scoff before turning back around in your chair to face the computer. 

You hear Bakugo make a familiar 'Tch' sound at your childish behavior. Normally he would tell you to stop being a brat but he's slightly amused at the drama unfolding in front of him. 

He knew that agreeing to Sero and Kirishima would only lead to something stupid, and his hypothesis was proven correct as he watched everything going down. 

He studies the back of you, taking in the way your hair seems to always have the most perfect curls in it. 

He wondered how long it took you to style it. Did you do it every morning? 

His mind always seemed to do this when it came to you. He hated the way you could make him think about the dumbest things. 

His eyes scan over your room. It's cute. Very you. 

Little trinkets litter the shelves you put up, school books and papers filling up one side of your desk, shoved to the side in an attempt to make room for your music equipment. 

Posters of Hawks and a few other heroes are mixed in with posters of some of your favorite bands and other miscellaneous things. 

His eyes dart over to where polaroids fill the back of your door. 

A small smile makes way to the corners of his mouth as he quickly recognizes the one you forced him to take the first time he ever came to your dorm room. 

He thinks back to how hard he fought against it, only to lose once you stuck your bottom lip out at him and looked up at him with wide eyes. 

'Come on Kacchan! I make anyone who comes over take a picture the first time!' 

He rolls his eyes and watches as you walk over to your door, quickly pointing to where photos of different people had started to fill it up. 

He was surprised at how many photos you already had. 

His eyes darted over to where one of his homeroom teacher was hung up. 

You follow his line of sight to see which one has him sporting a confused look. 

'Oh! He came by when I was out sick from classes a few months ago to drop off some homework he forgot to give Mina. Like I said, I make everyone take a photo.' 

He almost melts at the small giggle that bubbles out of you after you finish talking. 

You're quick to start naming some of the other odd people who have visited. 

'Tetsutetsu, Kendo, Monoma, most of class B really. Then I have a few teachers and pros! Mr. Cementoss, That weird journalist guy, and Allmight!' You finish pointing around the small polaroids and turn back to him. 

He wondered when these people had even visited the dorms. Let alone yours. 

Pushing his questions down he instead fights with you about how you were just gonna have to take no for an answer. 

You cross your arms and scoff at him, something you often did when you weren't getting your way. 

He rolls his eyes and groans. 

'I came here to study and work on our assignment, not to have a damn photoshoot.' 

He now throws his books on your bed and you elicit small whines before responding. 

'But even Midoriya took a photo for my door!' 

You watch with a knowing look on your face as you see his movements briefly stiffen up at the mention of the green haired boy. 

You drop your face into a cute pout and make yourself have big puppy dog eyes as he turns to face you. 

He sighs and looks you over for a moment before rolling his eyes. 

'Make it quick, and ya' only get one try so make sure I look good!' 

He turns to look back at you now, watching as you shift around in your chair a bit before fully slouching in it. Committing to your tantrum. 

When the back of your head hits the top of your hair you lull it back to look at him. 

You slink out of your chair and fall to your knees on your floor, a loud groan escaping your throat as you do so. 

He fights back laughing at how you're acting. 

Turning to look at your other friends, he watches as Mina and Jirou are both holding their mouths to hide their smiles. 

You groan loudly as you crawl towards Denki, who's sitting on the edge of your bed next to Bakugo. 

Once you reach him you sit up on your knees and grab the electric boy's face in your hands. Rocking his head back and forth as you plead with him.

"Denki, you gotta tell me. Please? You're my bestest friend! We don't have secrets, remember?" Everyone rolls their eyes at your antics, they know it's one of your worst traits. 

Your ability to make them fold with just a few words and bats of your eyelashes. 

"My brother, Kaminari!," Denki turns to look at the red head laying down on the bed behind him, but he can't turn fully due to your hands on his face so he opts to look out his peripheral. "Stay strong, she's using her womanly mind games on you!" 

Mina now leans over from her spot at the end of the bed near Kirishima's feet to swat at him. 

Turning back to you Denki takes your hands off his face and turns away from your gaze. 

"It's really up to Bakugo if you know or not..." He says. 

Jirou turns around to pat his knee in a show of support for him not giving in. 

You turn to look at the fiery boy next to you and Kaminari. 

He has an annoyed look on his face but you know he was enjoying this. 

He hated how you could read people, it was something that came naturally to you. 

He takes in a shaky breath and you now scoot over with a quick movement. 

Your hands rest on his knees for support as you pull yourself over. 

His face burns hot at the contact, but he clears his throat and turns his head away fast enough you don't notice. 

He doesn't fail to miss the way Mina knowingly nudges his strong friend. He watches as Kirishima sits up to lean over and whispers something to her that causes her to stifle a small laugh. 

He rolls his eyes and looks back down when you give his legs a small squeeze and begin to talk. 

"Kacchan, tell me!," He feels his mouth run dry when you lean closer to him in a swift motion, using your perch on his legs to push yourself up and into his face slightly. "Please, I'm begging!" 

He pushes you down by smushing his hand against your face. 

"You're too close!" He says, mock disgust lacing his tone. 

You begin to pout again and he has to look away before he folds and tells you. 

His eyes find Kirishima's and he silently pleads with him through their unspoken bro-language. 

Kirishima Clears his throat and tries to talk to you but you shush him and cut him off. 

"No. I wan't Bakugo to use his words and say he refuses to tell me!" 

A nervous chuckle leaves Ejirou before he turns back to Bakugo with an apologetic look and shoulder shrug. 

"So," you say and Bakugo looks back at you. "Say it." 

You're still giving him that stupid face you give people when you're getting upset at them. 

Your brows are furrowed together and you still sport a pout on your lips. 

"No, I don't wanna tell you." He matches your energy and pouts back at you. 

Sero finally breaks. 

"If we tell you, will you guys stop it so we can make this damn song?" 

You turn towards where he's sat in the corner of your room, on a floor pillow. 

You put your hands up in the air with an excited squeal and fall onto your back, you extend your legs and use the momentum to slide towards him. 

With a small wiggle you manage to reach him, hands grabbing his forearm to finish pulling yourself into the side of him. 

"Yes! I Promise!" Your eagerness causes a few people to chuckle at the situation. 

Sero shifts so you're lounged at his side, head on his chest as his arm hooks around your shoulders. With the hand that's resting on you he points to Bakugo and leans down to whisper in your ear. 

Everyone watches as your face goes from a smile to a flushed shade of red, jaw hanging slack. 

When Sero leans back you turn towards him and whisper something back.

The Blond feels a strange pit of anxiety pool in his gut, nervous as to how you'd respond to finding out the deal your friends had cut with him. 

Finally you look at him and a shy smile crosses your face before you look away from him again and lean back over so Sero can continue the hushed conversation. 

You giggle at something Sero says and finally Denki says something. 

"Guys, I wanna be included!" He drawls out with a whiny tone, a common theme today apparently. 

Sero nods his head left and right, shooting his index finger up to stop his friend. 

Denki grunts and turns to face the pink girl behind Bakugo. 

They begin quietly speculating about what you two were saying. 

Bakugo tries to listen and hopefully hear something you are Sero say, but you're too far. 

You break away from Sero and stand up, wiping yourself off due to all the floor crawling you did. 

"Jirou, do the honors." You motion towards your chair and everyone looks around before she hesitantly makes her way to sit. 

"Ok now you guys can make your song!" A wide smile crosses your face and everyone is slightly scared at how happy you are all of the sudden. 

"Guys, make the song!" Sero urges and everyone begins surrounding Jirou to make a beat. 

Bakugo stands awkwardly behind everyone, not paying attention to them as his eyes instead look at the parts of your room he couldn't see from where he had been sitting. 

After a few minutes you gently nudge into him with your shoulder. 

He looks down at you but you're focused on the computer screen, he wonders if you meant to get this close. He takes a slight step to move away from you but grab his wrist and hold him steady. Now you look up at him and give him a toothy, close eyed smile. 

He stays put. 

After another few minutes the group is all arguing about what kind of song they should make, and other trivial things. Forgetting all about you or Bakugo. 

You grab at the material of his t-shirt that's hugging his bicep and give it a gentle tug, signaling for him to lean down. He does and you lean up to whisper in his ear. 

Sero watches from the other side of the group with a small smirk on his face as you lead Bakugo to sneak out of your room. 

With a click of the door you drop Katsuki's wrist and lean against the wall with a loud sigh. 

He studies your movements in hopes to understand how you're feeling, or somehow read your mind. Which seems to be what you do even though your quirk has nothing to do with telepathy. 

You stand up straight and pat your clothes down to lay flat before starting to walk off, you take a few steps before turning back around to him. 

"You coming?" 

He shoves his hands into his pockets before tiling his chin up and down. Moving forward to signal for you to keep walking. 

You wait for him to get a few steps ahead of you before you skip over to him and wrap your arm around his. Your other hand reaches up to rest on the hand holding his bicep. 

He wasn't unfamiliar with you doing this, you were an affectionate person. 

Always finding some way to be touching the person you're talking with. 

At first he thought it was annoying and weird but eventually he found himself secretly seeking conversations with you just so you'd. trace your fingers somewhere on him. 

That's when it hit him and he realized there was no more denying it. He was absolutely smitten over his bubbly classmate. 

That's when he decided to confide in Kirishima who immediately dragged Kaminari into it. His reasoning was that Kaminari was your best friend so it only made sense to include him. 

He beat them both into absolute secrecy. 

You playfully pushed yourself into him causing him to slightly stumble to the side as you both kept walking. 

He mocked your actions before you stopped in front of his door. 

He gave you a confused look when you broke away from him to fully stand next to it, looking at him with expectant eyes. 

"Why are we at my dorm?" He asked. A wave of heat rising up his neck, turning the tips of his ears pink. He had never had anyone in his dorm let alone a pretty girl like you. 

You hum and reach out, hand grabbing his wrist before sliding down to hold his hand. You use his hand and pull him forward until he's standing against his door. 

"Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Your voice is quiet and oh so sweet. 

He takes notice of the way your cheeks are dusted with a rosy pink, and the way you tuck your hair behind your ear while you look down at your feet. 

He takes a deep breath and finally opens his door. 

He begins shutting it but stops halfway, poking his head around it. 

"Okay, but give me a minute." 

You can hear shuffling inside and after 180 seconds, not that you were counting or anything, he opens his door wide and stands in the middle of it. 

"Okay, come in." 

This tone of voice was one you realized he only used with you, and more specifically when it was only you two alone. 

It was soft and he was quiet. You liked when he was like this. 

You step into his room and immediately take it in. 

It's clean and nothing like you expected. 

His shelf is neatly organized and everything seems to have a place, unlike your room. 

A few posters of All Might are on his wall.

You quickly notice the bulletin board above his desk. 

It has a calendar on it as well as other important papers tacked to it. Your eyes lock on a photo printed onto a regular sheet of copy paper. 

"Is that the photo of us at our work study first year?" 

He turns around, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. 

He completely forgot to take that down before letting you in. 

"Yeah." He says under his breath. He sits awkwardly on the edge of his bed, watching as you slowly walk around his room, your fingers tracing over everything so light it looks like you're afraid to break anything. 

You finally turn back to him, taking a few steps towards him. 

He can feel his breath hitch the closer you get. 

He realizes he hasn't really taken a moment to appreciate just how pretty you look right now. Your hair is down, a few strands falling in your face. You only had lipgloss on, causing your lips to shine like a glowing chest in a video game. Athletic shorts and an old beat up t-shirt that he recognized as Kirishima's. 

You had a sneaky habit of stealing other people's clothes. He caught you red handed one time, sneaking his hoodie out of the dryer one day. 

You thought you could get away with it but you didn't account for bakugo's deep appreciation of a strict routine. 

'What're you doing?' A sharp voice causes you to jump with a high pitched yelp. 

You turn around slowly and make eye contact with dark red eyes. 

'Uhm,' your eyes dance around for a moment before you finally sigh and drop your shoulders as a sign of defeat. 'Fine, I was trying to take your Three Days Grace hoodie.' 

'Why?' He crossed his arms at you, shifting to block the doorway as he noticed you eyeing it. 

'Because it's so cute! Plus I have the cutest outfit idea for it!'

He rolls his eyes and moves so you can leave. 

'Whatever.'

You hug the sweatshirt to your chest and beam at him.

'Thank you Kacchan!' 

"So..," You say, causing him to look at your face. "I heard through the grapevine that you have a secret." 

He feels his palms start to sweat. 

Only you could make him act like this and it drove him insane. 

He was always so confident and then you came around and had him second guessing how strong-willed he really was. 

"What secret?" He knew it was a pointless attempt to feign ignorance. 

You're now standing in front of him. 

You lean down so you can see him eye to eye. 

"The one about how you cut a deal today to take me on a date." 

You were starting to make his head spin from how fast your personality could change. 

One minute you're batting your pretty eyes at him playing dumb then the next you're standing over him with a devilish smile on your lips. 

He tries to speak but his jaw is glued shut. 

You stand back up and walk back over to his bookshelf, running your fingers over the books and mangas, occasionally taking one out and flipping the pages before putting it back. 

After a few minutes of giving him time to answer you turn back to him and lean against the side of the shelf. 

"Is it true?" 

He rakes his eyes over you, trying his hardest to speak. 

You sigh and turn around, opening the door to his balcony. 

You step out and lazily lean back against the railing, still facing him. 

He feels so small due to the eye contact you continue to hold with him. 

It's like his body moves all on his own, like a moth to a flame. 

He stands next to you and you turn to face the skyline. 

The soft pinks and oranges of dusk paint the sky. 

"You're so quiet sometimes, ya' know that?" a soft chuckle follows after your words. 

You hear him mumble a quiet 'sorry' under his breath. 

"No, no, it's okay.," He turns to watch you. Your hair is slightly blowing in the breeze. You look like you came straight out of a dream. He can't believe he gets to see you like this. "I really like when it's just us and you act like yourself." 

"Myself?" He asks. 

"Yeah, when you stop trying to be so tough and you finally relax." 

He reflects on your words, he hadn't even realized that you thought he was relaxed. He was always the opposite of that around you. You made him so nervous he practically became a robot. 

A dry airy laugh leaves him and it's the most emotion you've seen him express since he entered your dorm. 

"Relaxed?" His tone is laced with a sense of cockiness that's usually reserved for Kirishima. 

You tilt your head at him and give a questioning hum. 

"I get around you and I'm so far from relaxed that I'm nearly having panic attacks." 

You now slide over, dragging your arms over the rail as you do, to be fully pressed against the side of him. 

He slightly presses back into you as you both continue to stare forward, too nervous to look at one another. 

Your voice drops to a soft whisper. 

"Answer my question 'Tsuki." 

He sighs loudly but you know he's not annoyed because his mouth has a small smile like curve to it as he begins talking. 

"Yeah, yeah it's true." 

You feel giddy inside at his words. 

You also can't help but tease him slightly. 

You now have a closed eyed look of pride. "Well what can I say, I am just so perfect and amazing." 

You feel his shoulders shake with laughter but he doesn't actually laugh, instead he turns to you and responds to your witty response. 

"Don't let it go to your head you damn brat!" 

His shoulder pushes into you as he says it. You scoff and shove him back. 

You two do this back and forth for a moment, giggling between yourselves, until a loud knock is heard on his door. 

"Hey Bakubro?" Kirishima says opening the door at the same time. 

You two look at each other with wide eyes before Kirishima notices you. 

"Oh! Y/n! We were looking for you guys!" A smirk is on his face as he informs you that they finished making a beat. 

You and Bakugo follow him back to your room, stealing quick glances at each other and blushing when you make eye contact. 

As you enter Sero draws attention to you. 

"Hey lovebirds!" everyone turns to the three of you as you and Bakugo blush and look at walls opposite of each other. 

Denki comes up to you and completely changes the subject. 

"We finished the beat!" 

He goes to play it but Jirou stops him. 

"Me and Mina have absolutely zero claim or association to this project! I gave up trying to help because Denki is such an idiot." 

You laugh and say you understand, causing Denki to cry out. 

You shush him and tell him to play the song. 

it starts off fairly well, you sit down on your bed, Bakugo sitting flush with your side next to you. 

You can tell this is the part of the song Jirou and Mina helped with, because soon the steady beat becomes erratic and overall terrible. 

You being so sweet and kind, listen to the full two and a half minutes and proceed to hype up your guy friends. 

"Wowwwww guys," you smack your hands together and look at the three boys who are all looking at you with hope in their eyes. "It was definitely something!," Their smiles falter but you're quick to rekindle their fire. "Something really awesome and different!" Your wide smile and cheery tone covers up the backhanded compliment. 

Bakugo barks out an arrogant laugh. 

"That was terrible!" 

The three boys now swarm him, talking about how you said it was great so Bakugo was just jealous. 

You laugh and move, allowing them to fully swarm him. 

"You damn brat!" Is all you hear as he gets attacked fully. 

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"Kats?" You sing-song as you open his dorm door. 

You see him push his chair from his desk and tilt backwards in his chair to look at you. 

"Guess what?" 

He now lowers his chair to have all fours on the floor as he stands from his desk. 

He puts his hands on his hips and raises an eyebrow at you. 

"What?" 

You ignore his gruffness and continue your happy rambling. 

He doesn't understand the words coming out of your mouth until you stop rummaging in his closet and turn back around throwing an outfit at him. 

"Put that on!" 

"Why?" 

"Were you seriously not listening to what I just said?" You scoff and cross your arms with an attitude. 

He scoffs and mimics you. "Uhm yeah I was trying but you talk too fast!" 

"Whatever," you roll your eyes and begin to explain why you were telling him to change. "We have to go into town tonight to meet your parents for dinner." 

"My parents?" 

You look at him dumbfounded at his question. 

"Yes Katsuki now hurry and get changed!" 

"Why are my parents reaching out to you and not me to make plans?" 

You roll your eyes and tug at the bottom of his shirt, he raises his arms and lets you pull it off of him. 

"Because, Katsuki, you never respond to them so they text me." 

He now takes the shirt from your hands and pulls it over his head. 

"Yeah because I don't like going 45 minutes out of my way for dinner when I can make myself food." 

He's standing in the middle of his room with a scowl on his face. You swat his arm and reach to undo his belt. 

"Stop making that ugly face," You struggle with the clasp, tugging at it, causing him to rock off balance. He now swats your hand and begins undoing it himself. You stand up and look at him. "Don't be mad your parents love me." 

He rolls his eyes as he shoves his jeans off and pulls his nice dress pants on. 

He just now takes notice of the way you're already completely ready. Another scowl crossed his face. 

"Wait, when did they ask you about this?" 

You freeze, not wanting to face him so after a moment you continue digging around his shoes that are neatly lined up on the floor of his closet. He takes note of how you're throwing them around and he will definitely have to reorganize them later. 

"Last Friday.." You murmur, suddenly very interested in what shoes he should wear to dinner tonight. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right? Did you say last Friday?" 

His voice is obnoxiously sweet, you can feel the sarcasm seeping off it. 

You now turn to him and look up holding out his nice black dress shoes. 

A smile on your face as you make your eyes slightly wider than normal. 

His knees slightly buckle and he can feel a smile across his face before he snatches his shoes and clears his throat, putting on his angry face again. 

"Don't try to be all sweet to me now." He tucks his shirt into his pants before buckling them and putting his belt on. 

You watch him with a pout on your face. 

When he finally looks back up at you he has a surprised, but annoyed, look on his face. 

"Why're you over there poutin' for?" He sits on his bed and pulls his shoe on, doing the same to the other before leaning over to tie them. 

"Why are you mean to me Kats?" You now saunter over to him and run your hand through his hair while he finishes tying the laces up. 

He leans back and puts his hands on your hips, looking up to you. 

You have a sad look on your face, and even though he knows you're just doing it to make him feel bad, he still feels bad. 

He has a slight frown on his face and you bring your hands to hold his head in them. You use your thumbs to massage small circles on his cheekbones. 

"M'sorry, Didn't mean to upset you." His eyes flutter shut at your touch and his words are slow and slightly slurred from the state of relaxation you bring him. 

You lean down, tilting his head so you can see his cheek. You leave a lipstick mark on him by pressing a quick kiss to his face. 

He grabs you and pulls you closer to himself, burying the other side of his face into the dress material covering your abdomen. 

"We gotta get going soon, It's 50 minutes out and then a 10 minute walk." You say, pushing him off of you with a slight struggle. 

He groans and stands up. He continues to groan like this as you drag him down the hallway by his hand. 

The second you reach the main floor he straightens up and stops. 

"You're such a poser Kacchan." You whisper to him and he 'tsk's at you, pulling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, his other hand is shoved in his pocket as he tries to look 'cool' in front of everyone. 

You roll your eyes and try pushing out of his hold while you both make your way to the front doors. 

"Hey! Going to dinner with the Bakugo's?" Midoriya says to you, stopping the both of you by standing in front of you. 

You feel Bakugo's arm flex at the words Deku says. 

He finally drops his arm and allows you to stand straight. 

You smile at the green eyed boy as you fix your hair and dress. 

"Sure are!" You chirp. 

He moves out of your guy's way and wishes you a safe night out. 

As soon as you exit the front doors you book it away from your boyfriend. 

"Y/n! You better have a good reason as to why that idiot knew about dinner with my family before I did!" 

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[amkyor]

ADULT BAKUGO FANFICTION

Pt: 24 - Embarrassment < ---- OUT NOW!!

Sypnosis: In chapter 24, you will read about waking up in your room the day after the awful accidental call with Bakugo. You will end up texting Mina, and after some discussion, she reminds you about the hangout that you had to go to at Jirou's house today. And of course, Bakugo was going to be there too. Read fic to know what happens next!!

Note: If you do check it out and enjoy the story, make sure to vote and comment!! Those mean a lot to me and the story, so if y'all do not mind, please do!! FANFICTION LINK AT THE END OF THIS POST☆

If you are a fan of my writing and Bakugo, then I'm sure you will love my story ☆

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GOOD AND PLENTY; K.B

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Foaming at the mouth, on my knees, sobbing, barking- I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE IZUKU!!! He is such a stupid nerd I love him<3

Anyway!! Feel free to not answer if you don't wanna, that's ok! But how do you think Izu would act with a reader that loves to bite or mark him?? He just makes me feral he's so cute and I need to have my mouth on him<33

KANAKSBJA I love you anon, giving me motivation- STAWWWP anyways here’s a cute lil thingy for you;

You and Izuku had been dating for about 6ish months, the two of you had gotten quite comfortable with each other, and gotten used to each others habits and quirks.

However, there was one thing Izuku couldn’t ever really get over.

Your biting.

It wasn’t ever super hard, but sometimes, you just had to stim, and that would result in biting on Izukus hand, or his neck, or his arms, or shoulders- really anywhere.

It wasn’t that he had a problem with it, it was more so, he just simply didn’t understand.

The two of you were laying in his bed, a quiet Saturday afternoon, escaping from the dog days of July.

You were sitting between his thighs on his bed, leaning back against his chest while the two of you scrolled randomly on your phone.

You felt that familiar energy start to pool in your calves and in your finger tips, making you bounce your leg and pick at your cuticles.

Your jaw clenched and you clicked your teeth together, before Izuku rested his chin on your shoulder. “Sweetheart? Are you okay?” He asked softly, his voice gentle and quiet in your ear.

You hummed and gritted your teeth together, feeling the need to chew on something, however, you’d forgotten to grab your gum, and didn’t have any suckers with you.

“Yeah I’m alright, jus’ stimming love” you muttered with a clenched jaw.

Izuku knew faintly about your stimming. He hadn’t actually been aware that he himself stimmed before you caught him chewing on his lips and twirling pencils between his fingers or snapping his fingers.

He hummed before he tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling softly “you wanna chew?” He asked, offering his palm to you.

You glanced at him, and swooned. “Are you sure Zuku? I know sometimes my teeth leave marks” you muttered, a bit unsure. In reality, you loved seeing your bite marks or hickeys on Izuku’s skin- it wasnt even a sexual thing, it was just..nice.

Izuku nodded and smiled, clicking off your phone and placing it on the night stand “yeah, I’m sure baby”

You smiled at him and turned sligjtly to kiss his cheek “I love you, you know that?”

Izuku turned bright red and smiled, pecking your lips “I love you too”

He didn’t protest as you grabbed his hand, bringing the meat of his thumb to your mouth and lightly biting on it. Your jaw finally stopped buzzing as badly, and you let out a sigh of relief through your nose.

Izuku smiled and gently carded his fingers through your hair as you left a few teeth marks on his hand, eventually turning around to sit on his lap and leave bites on his shoulders and neck.

A soft, sigh left him as he angled his head to the side, feeling your teeth pressing into his neck. It hurt a little, but after training and breaking his bones over and over again, his pain tolerance really improved.

Izuku gently rubbed your back smiling softly as he felt you trail like kisses across the bites on his swollen skin. He knew you didn’t want to hurt him, and it was all out of affection, and he accept your little habit with open arms.

After all, how often was it that guys found girlfriends who liked to stake their claim on them?

So I’m short; Izuku loves when you’re stimming and need a source of relief, he’ll gladly offer his hands or neck to you, allowing you to bite or pick at his skin.

He loves you either way, and your stims didn’t deter him at all 💚

Also I literally LOVE when y’all give me motivation. Give me more askes grrr