#My Hero Academia fanfics

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PAIRING: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader WARNINGS: ignorance, no use of y/n GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: keep that to yourself by tristan WORD COUNT: 1.5k

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you were done. completely, utterly done. you weren’t about to keep bending over backwards for someone who couldn’t be bothered to meet you halfway. 

katsuki had been late to dinner before, hell, he’d been late to everything since the day you started dating him, but tonight was different. the irritation had been building for weeks and all it took was the sound of him slamming through the door without so much as a greeting to set you off.

you didn’t look up from your phone as he stormed in, his hero gear clattering onto the couch. every time he came in late, you used to ask him how his day went, try to ease his mood, but you were tired of this petty routine. you weren’t his emotional punching bag nevermind his damn therapist.

so you stayed silent, continuing to scroll through your feed, ignoring him as thoroughly as he’d been ignoring you. you didn’t even bother setting the table. he could find his own damn plate if he cared that much.

“long day?” you finally asked, your voice flat, barely caring enough to acknowledge him. 

“yeah,” bakugou grunted, not even sparing you a glance as he rummaged through the fridge for something to drink. “like usual.”

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at the cold, untouched dinner you’d made hours ago, just sitting there on the counter. he didn’t ask about it. didn’t even ask if you’d eaten. typical.

after slamming the fridge door shut, he chugged half a bottle of water, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, and started back off towards the door again.

“where are you going?” you asked, voice sharp.

he paused but didn’t turn around. “gotta train,” he said over his shoulder, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

your jaw clenched. of course.

you exhaled slowly, keeping your voice calm despite the rising anger. “you just got home and now you’re leaving again?”

bakugou finally turned to face you, his eyebrows knitted together in irritation. “i can’t slack off. i gotta get stronger, you know this.”

you laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “right. because that’s all that matters, huh?”

he glared at you. “what the hell’s your problem? i’m doing what i normally do.”

“can you just stay with me? just this once?” 

“you know i can't.” 

you stood up from the couch, setting your phone down with more force than necessary. “i’m not asking you to slack off. i’m asking you to actually treat me like i exist. but sure, go ahead. go and train. clearly, it’s more important than me.”

bakugou scowled, clearly not expecting a fight tonight. “don’t start with this shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “i’m busting my ass out there, doing what i need to do. i don’t have time to coddle you.”

your eyes narrowed, the final thread of your patience snapping. coddle? is he serious?

you stepped forward, staring him down. “i’m not asking you to coddle me, katsuki. i’m asking you to give a damn. you come in late, don’t say a word, leave without even acknowledging me, do you even realize how selfish you’re being?”

he rolled his eyes, clearly getting annoyed. “i’m selfish? you’re the one whining because i’ve got real shit to do. you know what it’s like out there, so why the hell are you making this about you?”

the arrogance, the complete lack of awareness, it was almost laughable. but you weren’t laughing. you were done holding your tongue. done waiting for him to magically understand.

“no, katsuki,” you said, voice cold. “you’re the one making this about you. it’s always about you. your work, your training, your goals. meanwhile, i’m here, putting up with your bullshit, and i don’t get so much as a thank you.” 

he opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off.

“y’know what?” you snapped, crossing your arms. “i don’t need this. i don’t need you. you’re so damn convinced that you’re doing me a favor just by being in my life, but here’s a reality check, i’m here because i choose to be. not because i have to. i’m not some trophy girlfriend who’s just going to stick around while you treat me like shit and if you think that then you’re fucking wrong.”

bakugou's eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. “i don’t need to deal with this right now.”

you stared at him for a long moment, your chest tightening with a surge of cold. for a second, you’d almost expected him to fight for you. but this? this was all he had to offer you?

“okay.”

you turned on your heel and started walking toward the bedroom, your movements calm and deliberate. you didn’t slam the door. didn’t shout or cry or plead. just…walked away.

“wait, what the hell are you doing?” his voice echoed from behind you, but you didn’t stop. didn’t even look back.

bakugou stayed rooted to the spot, watching you disappear down the hallway. there was something different about you tonight, something that made his chest tighten with the slightest hint of unease. you didn’t yell at him. didn’t hurl insults or throw anything. just a simple, calm okay.

that wasn’t normal. that wasn’t you.

bakugou cursed under his breath, stalking after you, but when he reached the bedroom door, he froze.

you were packing. calmly, methodically, pulling clothes out of drawers and folding them into a suitcase. your movements were so deliberate, so precise, like you weren’t even upset. like you’d already made up your mind.

“oi.” his voice came out rough, harsher than he intended. “what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

you didn’t even look up. “i’m leaving, katsuki.”

he blinked, staring at you like you’d just slapped him. “the fuck you are,” he growled, stepping into the room. “you’re not goin’ anywhere.”

you didn’t respond, simply continuing to pack your things. each item folded with care, each movement speaking louder than any argument you could’ve had. you weren’t making a scene. you were making a statement.

bakugou’s heart started to pound in his chest, he wasn’t used to this. you were always the one who’d argue, push him, try to get him to open up. but this quiet, collected version of you? it scared the hell out of him.

“i’m serious,” he said, voice wavering slightly. “stop.”

you paused for a moment, glancing over at him with cold, detached eyes. “why should i?”

he opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. he didn’t have an answer. not one that would make sense. not one that didn’t sound selfish as hell. 

you let out a soft, bitter laugh, shaking your head. “that’s what i thought.”

bakugou stood there, frozen, his mind racing. you weren’t bluffing. he could see it in the way you moved, in the way you didn’t hesitate. you were serious. dead serious.

“damn it,” he muttered, stepping forward. “look, just…stop for a second. we can talk about this.”

you shook your head, zipped up the suitcase and dragged it off of the bed. “i already tried talking. you didn’t listen.”

“oi, i listen–”

“no, katsuki,” you interrupted, your voice sharp now. “you don’t. i’ve been telling you for weeks how i feel, and you’ve ignored me. i’ve waited, and waited, and all you’ve done is prove that i don’t matter. that this doesn’t matter.”

his eyes widened, panic flickering across his face. “that’s not–”

“it is,” you snapped, your voice finally cracking with anger. “and you know what? i’m done waiting for you to figure it out. i’m done trying to prove to you that i deserve better.”

bakugou’s breath hitched, you were actually going to leave. he could see it now. see the determination in your eyes, the way you didn’t even hesitate.

“wait– just…wait,” he muttered, stepping closer, his hands hovering uselessly at his sides. 

“don’t go.”

you sighed, your eyes softening just a fraction. “give me one good reason why i should stay.”

he opened his mouth, but for the first time in his life, words failed him. his usual arrogance, his stubborn pride, it all felt so small, so insignificant in the face of losing you. 

“i…” he swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. “i need you.”

you raised an eyebrow, but didn’t move, waiting for him to continue.

“i know i’m a shitty boyfriend sometimes,” he admitted, his voice low, barely above a whisper. “but i need you. i just…i didn’t realize how much until now.”

you stood there for a long moment, eyes locked with his, weighing his words. he looked so uncharacteristically vulnerable, so desperate, like he was finally starting to understand.

“i’ll do better,” he added quickly, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “i swear, i’ll try harder. just…don’t leave.”

silence hung heavy in the air, the weight of his words sinking in.

finally, you exhaled, shoulders slumping slightly. “no,” you said firmly, looking him in the eyes. 

“you should’ve done better, katsuki. i’ve been giving you all these chances, and you threw them away. you don’t get to promise me better after treating me like i’m practically invisible.”

he blinked, stepping forward. “but i’m saying i’ll change–”

you cut him off. “it’s too late.”

"i may be the one that's leaving but you're the one that walked out on us."

with one final glance, you grabbed your suitcase and walked out the door.

and this time, katsuki didn’t stop you.

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MHA Fanfic Recs

Shinso Hitoshi-Centric

Summary:

“Shinsou, are you listening to me?” Aizawa barked.

“Run and don’t look back.” He repeated.

“Good.” Aizawa turned his head as a flash of light blinded them both. “Now go.”

Shinsou and Aizawa are being hunted down by quirk traffickers.

Summary:

27’s throat tightens, as if any words he could have thought to say are trapped there. If it weren’t for Memory’s nails digging into his wrist, he would probably have stood there all night, trying to understand what they wanted him to do.

Use his quirk on a child. A tiny, frightened child.

He kneels down, trying to get her to look him in the eye, to make some kind of connection. Anything to try and make her answer. “D-do you want to go away? Do you want to go somewhere safe?”

Her eyes open, slowly, and the sobbing slows enough that she isn’t shaking with it quite as much. Her hands are lowering from her mouth.

“Uh-huh.”

Her voice, so small and hoarse, is all he needs. He feels the quirk trap around her mind, and her eyes fade from red to white, hands dropping slack by her side.

Summary:

Hitoshi, known by the world only as Hypnos the God of Sleep, dwells in silence and solitude, content finding comfort only in darkness’ embrace for eternity. That is, until the God of Lightning comes to him with a request and suddenly his world is full of sound and light.

Katsuki Bakugo-Centric

Summary:

Bakugou reluctantly agrees to do a trial run with a psychiatric service dog after his mental health hits an all time low. While he hates the idea of a dog being one of his last options, everyone else seems to think it’s a good idea.

Two weeks.

He has two weeks before he is allowed to send the mutt back.

OR

Bakugou gets a service dog and learns some heroes have four paws. And it’s easier to accept help from a selfless animal with no ulterior motives. Well, very little ulterior motives—the dog is a sucker for anyone who throws his toy.

Summary:

Trigger + Katsuki Bakugou = One hell of a precarious situation

OR

What it's like to be a walking bomb.

Summary:

Katsuki has a little bit of a problem. An inconvenience, he likes to call it. Others might call it a cancerous brain tumor but Katsuki only thinks of it as a temporary step back. Because he will get out of this (hopefully alive) and he will successfully keep it hidden from everyone, so his dumb boyfriend and his even dumber friends don’t even have to worry about it. Well, a secret from everyone except that nosey Half n’ Half bastard. Has Katsuki mentioned that his life is a joke?

Summary:

“It’s the middle of the night, brat,” Mitsuki says groggily, her voice raspy and thick with sleep. “What are you-”

“M- mom,” Katsuki stutters brokenly as he shivers in the hallway.

The single word suddenly has her fully awake, all traces of sleep gone, because Katsuki never calls her that. Katsuki hasn’t called her that in almost ten years.

or; katsuki goes back home the night after kamino.

Summary:

Bakugou is spiraling in the aftermath of Kamino and his friends are starting to notice. He's stubborn, aggressively independent, and less than willing to dig into his past, but after a breakdown that ends with a painfull secret revealed, he starts to get help.

Whether he likes it or not.

Meanwhile, a new kind of villain threatens an uneasy peace following the loss of Allmight. Whispers build as a new narrative slowly takes shape:

Hero society needs to change.

Feat. Therapy, Dadzawa, best boy Kirishima, dysfunctional families, healing, growing up, and the mortifying ordeal of being known

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MHA Masterlist

🥰 - means fluff

😠 - means angst

🍋 - means smut

😥- means sad/emotional

 Keigo Takami (Hawks) 

Born To Fly -🥰

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

My Number One -🥰

Katsuki Bakugo

School Dance -🥰

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FANFIC UPDATE 5-3-2024:

I don't have much other than an update for Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard (Fanfiction, AO3). However, speaking of My Hero Academia fics, I thought I'd mention all the ones I've written thus far.

MULTI-CHAPTER FICS:

My Hero Cannonball (Fanfiction, AO3): When the Japanese government threatens to pull funding for UA, Deku gets an idea during a foreign film festival at Todoroki's house: enter the Cannonball Run - America's craziest, most dangerous coast-to-coast road race - not only as a form of protest, but to win enough prize money to keep UA afloat. Rated T for automotive and superhero violence, some language and suggestive content. Takes place between Seasons 2 and 3.

My Special Affair (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is an NYPD detective working for the Supernatural Crimes Unit as its only member. His job is to hunt vampires, werewolves, zombies and other supernatural nasties that threaten the Big Apple. One day, he gets a report of an especially aggressive vampire known only as the "Binge Drinker", but has no clue who it is. Then, one night, he is attacked by a vampire, only for a young woman to save his life. However, could there be more to her? Rated M for strong language, graphic violence and explicit sexual content. Also contains male-on-female violence. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

Todoroki and His Women (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki retires from Endeavor's agency to start his own. However, he gets an unexpected surprise when all of his applicants turn out to be women. Together, they'll laugh and cry as they do their best to clean up the streets of Los Angeles. Rated T for violence, language, situations of intense peril, general sexism and alcohol references. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku.

Todoroki's Laughing Problem (Fanfiction, AO3): During the UA Christmas Party, Eri's lack of common holiday knowledge causes Todoroki to burst out laughing, and now he can't contain himself, much to the chagrin of his fellow students. Rated T for Kacchan swearing, some violence and some suggestive content. Takes place during Season 5, with references to World Heroes' Mission.

Nitro and Acid (Fanfiction, AO3): For years, Kacchan has blasted his way through the streets of Chicago, not particularly caring about anyone or anything except kicking villains' asses and earning a sweet paycheck while doing it. Then, one day, he meets Ashido while grocery shopping, and she becomes infatuated with him. Ostensibly, he wants nothing to do with her, but deep down inside, he's gone crazy for her. Can he put aside his foul attitude and learn to love? Rated M for strong language, violence, sexual content and a brief mention of "rape".

Russian Winter, Broken Hearts (Fanfiction, but will be on AO3 eventually): Sidequel to Gonna Kiss You On the Boulevard Chapter 22, "Super Bomb". After Deku, Todoroki and Tsu's mission to recover the Poseidon under Selkie's command, Russia delivers Japan an ultimatum: either return the bomb or risk war. In the meantime, UA gets a visit from students hailing from a Serbian hero school. Little does anyone know, they'll be in for a fight of international proportions. Rated T for war violence, language and suggestive content. Contains resources to help Ukraine. Fem!Todoroki

Hero Enforcement Regiment (Fanfiction, AO3): Izuko Midoriya serves as "Deko", the Symbol of Peace, but one day, she finds rumors of heroes abusing their powers for personal gain. She doesn't want to believe it, but then one night, another hero attempts to rape her. She fights him off, but is absolutely shattered by the experience, so much so that she founds her own hero agency to combat corrupt heroes. Rated T for violence, language, attempted rape and some suggestive content. Loosely inspired by The Boys. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

The Four Horsemen (Fanfiction, AO3): Crossover with Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. Adrien, Marinette, and a few other students visit UA High. However, two issues arise: 1. One of the students is secretly a traitor, and 2. Two of the students are cheating on each other with students from UA. Rated T for violence, brief strong language and suggestive content. Fem!Izuku Fem!Deku

ONE-SHOTS:

An Unexpected Check-In (Fanfiction, AO3): After Tsu's breakdown in front of Class 1-A, Deku checks on her the day after to make sure she's okay. Takes place during Season 3.

Thank You For Your Cheerfulness (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki tells Ashido the thing he admires about her the most.

Giving Deku a Hand (Fanfiction, AO3): Fem!Todoroki explores Deku's anatomy. Rated M for sexual content.

Todoroki Gets It On (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki and Fem!Deku make sweet love. Rated M for sexual content.

Deku Saves Father's Day (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is having a horrible time on Father's Day, but Deku helps him out. Rated T for brief strong language.

Todoroki Is On Fanfiction Friday Fire (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki has been uploading a lot of fanfiction lately, and Ashido takes positive notice.

You Don't Have to Be Angry Anymore (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki is having a horrible time, and Fem!Deku does her best to cheer him up. Rated T for brief strong language.

Half-Cold, Half-Hot, All-Loving (Fanfiction exclusive): A short poem about TodoDeku.

Caring In Pink (Fanfiction, AO3): Ashido checks up on Kacchan. Rated T for Kacchan being Kacchan.

If You Need Passion, It's Close At Hand (Fanfiction, AO3): Fem!Todoroki is having a lonely time, but Deku soothes her. Rated M for sexual content.

TodoDeku Hug (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki and Fem!Deku give each other a hug.

BakuMina Hug (Fanfiction, AO3): Kacchan and Ashido give each other a hug.

KamiJiro Hug: (Fanfiction, AO3): Kaminari and Jiro give each other a hug.

It's-a Me, Midoriya (Fanfiction, AO3): Deku and Class 1-a celebrate Mario Day. Rated T for Kacchan's mouth. Fem!Kacchan Fem!Todoroki

Trying New Fandoms (Fanfiction, AO3): Todoroki writes a fanfic for a fandom he never wrote for before, much to Ashido's joy.

Todoroki's Fanfic Mistake (Fanfiction, AO3): Ashido gets upset because of a fic that Todoroki wrote.

A Special Morning After (Fanfiction exclusive): The morning after Todoroki and Fem!Deku make sweet love, they have pancakes. Rated T for suggestive content.

A Heroes' Lunch (Fanfiction, AO3): Crossover between Sonic the Hedgehog and MHA. The Sonic and MHA casts celebrate National Chicken Wing Day together.

A Letter From a New Friend (Fanfiction, AO3): Sequel to The Four Horsemen. Todoroki gets a letter from Adrien.

Welcome and Comfort (AO3 exclusive): Fem!Deku helps a new student who's feeling lonely.

[ynnu-64]

Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

[m1sa22aman3]

When there isn’t 20 new fics for me to read after refreshing the tag (I just finished reading everything and have absolutely no patience)

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Idk if anyone is interested in various fanfics, but here are the ones that I'm involved in with the writing (the Haikyu one is my co-creator's writing, but some of the others are my writing with their OC involved in the story with mine. The My Hero Academia story is my 110% independent work that I'm low-key proud of lol

[kinjisroom]

quirk accident with moms!! de-aging

[charlotlie]

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

[lycastanne]

pro-hero!bakugou is so busy, as expected since he's a hero after all. a great one at that. he avoids relationships, because he's aware about how he cant properly manage his time. he wont go around giving hopes to people, he is a straight forward man.

but fuck, when he sees you in some movie premiere which his friend acts in, he really wants to try commit a relationship with you.

you're a journalist, he noticed from the mic you held and the logo around it. ah, you work for a big entertainment media or magazine? he's not sure. your body language shows that you're confident, he likes that.

he didn't even realize when you start talking to him.

“mr. dynamight, im (name) (last name) from vogue. can we ask you questions regarding the movie?” you asked politely.

“tch, dont make me wait too long.” he said, keeping the nonchalant act.

you gestures to your cameraman partner to get ready. once the camera is ready, you start to introduce yourself and him. he watches you with a small smirk, clearly enjoying this.

“dynamight, we hear that you're not a big fan of romcom movies, is that true? does this movie change your perspective of romcom movies?”

“yes.”

you furrowed your brows, confused.

“okay... moving on, who's the first one that comes to your mind when you hear 'queen or king of romcom'?”

“julia roberts. i think.” there's a questionable pause.

“i love her too! especially in notting hill. i watched notting hill when i was 14 and since then library date is my dream date.” you rambles, all giggly and smiley.

“have you been to one?”

“hm? im sorry?”

“the library date, i can take you. if you want to i guess.” his tone isn't exactly friendly but his reddened cheeks makes you realize that he doesn't mean it the mean way.

“id love to, y- yes— oh my god.” you stutter.

“i have to have your number then.”

since you don't carry your business card and there's only a pen, bakugou let you write your number on his arm.

“good, call you later, dollface.” within a blink he's gone.

your flabbergasted face is the only thing you could muster.

“is the camera still on?”

“its live.”

[sansfangirl24]

what if you were dating Bakugo and your mom hated him, and he hated your mom so whenever he saw you two randomly in public, he would make comments like: "well if it isn't the evil queen and snow white!" and when your mom would you see two in public, she would make comments like: "oh its beauty and the beast!"

and when she would leave, he would mutter under his breathe: "yeah I'm a beast in bed, hag.."

[ruewrote]

𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤.

PAIRING: prohero!eijirokirishima x fem!reader WARNINGS: longing, no use of y/n GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: turning page by sleeping at last WORD COUNT: 2.3k

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you never thought you could feel this way about someone.

kirishima is all sunshine, laughter, and warmth. so blinding in his brightness that it almost feels wrong for someone like you to want him this much. but you can’t help it.

no matter how hard you try, no matter how many times you tell yourself to stop, to just let it go, your feelings for him only seem to grow, burrowing deeper into your chest until they feel like a permanent part of you.

you weren’t supposed to fall for him. it started so innocently, didn’t it? just colleagues, side by side in your early pro hero days, working toward a common goal of protecting the city. he was a fellow hero at your agency, someone you laughed with over late nights at work, someone who had your back during missions. 

somewhere along the line, he became more. the way he smiled at you when you wrapped up a tough rescue, the way he’d throw a casual arm around your shoulder to celebrate a job well done, it all added up, and before you knew it, you were falling. hard.

but kirishima? he doesn’t see you like that.

he’s kind to you, of course. god, he’s kind to everyone. always the first to offer a hand, always the one trying to lift people up, to make them feel stronger, better, worth something. it’s one of the many reasons why you’re so drawn to him.

the kind of person who would never hurt anyone on purpose.

which is why it cuts so deep when he doesn’t even notice that you’re suffering.

just because he’s looking at someone else. someone you’re not. 

every time you see them together, something inside you shatters a little more.

it started a few months ago. the way his gaze started to drift toward her at the agency’s weekly meetings, the way he’d talk about her just a little too often, a little too fondly. it wasn’t immediate, almost subtle at first. 

you told yourself you were imagining things, that you were being ridiculous, paranoid even, but then there were the small moments, the ones you couldn’t brush off so easily.

that day at the agency’s common room when kirishima was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone. you were sitting across from him, trying to catch up on paperwork after a long patrol, but it was hard to focus with him right there. he was so close, and yet, so far away at the same time.

you told yourself, just say something. he’s your friend, right? you’ve worked together for years now. just strike up a conversation. laugh. joke. pretend like you’re not hopelessly in love with him.

but as you opened your mouth, she walked in.

and suddenly, you didn’t exist.

his entire face lit up when he saw her, his broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his body leaning forward like he was trying to close the distance between them even from across the room. she didn’t notice it, didn’t notice how he was practically glowing just by looking at her, but you did.

you saw everything.

you started avoiding him after that. you’d tell yourself you were busy, there was always work to be done. another mission. another villain to take down. you threw yourself into your job like you were running from something, and maybe you were. but every time you caught a glimpse of them together. kirishima laughing at something they said, the way he’d lean into them during conversations. 

it felt like the knife was being twisted in your chest and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take.

but it wasn’t just that he liked her. it was the fact that you’d liked him for so long and said nothing. so now you had to watch what you wanted from the sidelines as his attention slowly drifted further and further from you.

the worst part was, kirishima didn’t even realise he was hurting you. of course, he didn’t. he wasn’t cruel like that. he’d never intentionally break someone’s heart. but ignorance doesn’t make it hurt any less, and god, it hurt.

you started keeping track of all the little moments where it felt like your world was falling apart and he had no idea. every time you’d walk into a room and see him with her, your heart would stutter, and you’d have to quickly duck out before you broke right there in front of him.

every time he talked to you about her, asking for advice, gushing about how great she was, you’d smile, nodding along like you weren’t dying inside.

"do you think she likes me?" he asks one day, his voice nervous and uncertain in a way that made your stomach twist with guilt.

what were you even supposed to say to that?

"of course, they do," you’d lie, feeling the words catch in your throat like shards of glass. "who wouldn’t?"

he grinned at that, all teeth and unbridled excitement, his eyes lighting up in a way that made you wish you could sink into the floor. "thanks, that’s good to hear. i dunno, sometimes i feel like i’m not good enough, you know? but if you think i’ve got a chance..."

you tried to laugh, but it came out more like a broken breath. he had no idea, none at all, you wanted to scream at him.

how can you not see it? how can you not see me?

but you didn’t. you just swallowed it all down, buried it beneath layers of false smiles and forced casualness, because that’s what you did. you loved him, and loving someone meant wanting what was best for them. even if that wasn’t you.

it dragged on like this for weeks, months. an endless cycle of heartbreak and forced nonchalance. every time you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, you’d remind yourself that kirishima deserved to be happy, and if she made him happy, then that’s what mattered.

but it was hard. so, so hard.

some days, you’d catch yourself staring at him when he wasn’t looking, memorizing the lines of his face, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way his laugh filled the room. you wanted to keep those moments locked away, selfish as it was, because they were the only pieces of him you could truly have.

you didn’t know how much longer you could keep this up. the weight of it all, the longing, the jealousy, the constant aching in your chest, was suffocating. it felt like you were drowning in it, but no one else could see the water rising around you.

and kirishima, in all his obliviousness, kept being... kirishima. warm. friendly. kind. the way he always had been. the way he always would be.

to everyone but you.

it was late, past midnight, and you couldn’t sleep. you’d been tossing and turning for hours, your mind a mess of tangled thoughts and worries, until finally, you gave up. you needed air. space. something to clear your head before you completely lost it.

the agency’s office was quiet, the city outside dark and still. the only light came from the faint glow of a lamp in the corner, casting long shadows on the walls. you didn’t expect anyone else to be there so late.

but there he was, sitting on the couch, head in his hands.

your heart lurched at the sight of him. he looked... upset. kirishima was always so upbeat, so positive, even after everything. seeing him like this, with his shoulders slumped and his usual energy drained, felt wrong.

"kiri?" you asked softly, stepping closer. "what’s going on?"

he looked up at you, his eyes tired and a little red, like he hadn’t been doing much sleeping either. he tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"hey," he said, his voice low and rough. "yeah, i’m fine. just... thinking."

you didn’t believe him, not for a second, but you didn’t push. instead, you sat down next to him, close enough to offer comfort but not so close that it felt like you were intruding.

"wanna talk about it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

for a long moment, he didn’t say anything. he just stared down at his hands, his fingers fidgeting in his lap, and you waited, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. you weren’t sure if you could handle hearing him talk about her again, not tonight, but you’d listen. of course, you’d listen. because that’s what you always did.

"it’s stupid," he muttered, shaking his head. "i’m probably just overthinking it."

"hey," you said gently. "it’s not stupid if it’s bothering you. you can tell me."

he lets out a long breath, running a hand through his messy red hair, and then he turns to you. for the first time in a long while, you felt like he was really seeing you, like you weren’t just another face in the background of his life.

"i've been such an idiot, haven't i?" he said, his voice soft, a little laugh undercutting the heaviness. "i don’t know why it took me so long to realise it. you’ve always been there, and i– i don’t think i deserve it, not after everything."

but he smiled, one of those warm smiles that made your chest ache in the worst way. his hand tightened around yours, grounding you. 

it felt surreal, like your heart was playing tricks on you. "kiri..." you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if saying his name would make this moment shatter.

your heart was racing now, your mind struggling to catch up with your emotions. after all this time, after all the longing, the endless nights of wondering if he would ever see you, really see you, he was right here. saying this.

“i don’t want to lose you,” he said, his voice cracking just slightly. he shifted closer, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from him, his red eyes searching yours for something. hope, forgiveness, anything. "i’ve spent so much time chasing after what i thought i wanted, when... everything i needed was right here. i’ve been blind, and i’m sorry. i know i’ve hurt you."

you couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in your eyes. the weight of months. no, years of silent pining suddenly crushed you all at once. you tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat, tangled with emotion.

that’s when he gently cupped your face in his hand, his thumb brushing away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. his touch was soft, careful. so unlike the rough hero you knew, but so perfectly him.

"i don’t want to mess this up," kirishima said, his voice low and sincere. "i’ve been thinking a lot lately, and i know i’ve been looking in the wrong places. i thought it was someone else, but it’s you. it’s always been you."

your breath hitched, and suddenly the walls you've built around your heart, the ones you had so carefully constructed to keep yourself from breaking, began to crumble. you were so used to hiding your feelings, to locking them away where no one, not even kirishima, could find them. but now, sitting here with him, you felt exposed. vulnerable. but in the best way.

"why didn’t you say anything?" you asked, your voice trembling with a mixture of relief and disbelief. "i’ve been here... i’ve been right here, kiri."

"i know." his voice was soft, tinged with regret. "and i’ve been too scared to see it. to admit it to myself. i kept thinking you deserved better, that i wasn't good enough for you. but i can’t stand the thought of losing you, not like this. not when there’s still a chance."

you wanted to laugh at how absurd it all was, how you’d both spent so long in your own heads, thinking you weren’t good enough for each other. you wiped away another tear, feeling the tension start to drain from your body.

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

kirishima looked at you, his eyes filled with something you’d only ever dreamed of seeing there: longing. for you. "now? now we stop being so scared. i don’t want to keep avoiding this anymore. i don’t want to push you away when you’re everything i’ve been needing."

he leaned in closer, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm on your skin. "i want this. us. if you’ll have me."

it felt like time like the universe had shifted into place after being off balance for so long. you smiled, really smiled this time and the knot in your chest finally began to loosen. "kiri," you said, your voice soft but steady, "i’ve wanted this for so long. i never stopped."

his grin widened, that signature, toothy smile you loved, and before you knew it, his arms were around you, pulling you into his warmth. it felt like coming home, like all the pain and longing had finally led to this moment, where everything made sense.

“i’m not going anywhere,” he murmured into your hair, his voice filled with quiet determination. “not without you.”

you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the feeling of him holding you. his heartbeat steady and strong against your chest, his presence so real. you weren’t just someone on the sidelines anymore. you weren’t the friend watching from a distance.

you were the one he wanted. and this time, he wasn’t going to let you go.

finally, finally, you were where you belonged. right here. with him.

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[miowess]

She can't forget her smile.

[sophrosynesworld]

Katsuki Bakugo would literally rather die than let another man handle something as simple as installing a garbage disposal.

Like, imagine your kitchen sink is dripping, and instead of bugging your lovely boyfriend for the hundredth time, you decide to hire a professional. I mean, the guy's busting his ass every day; the last thing you want to do is inconvenience him with is your household repairs, right? Seems considerate enough.

But the second he finds out you called someone? Oh, fuck no. You barely have time to explain before he's landing outside your house, marching into the kitchen, toolkit in hand. Suddenly, it’s not about the sink anymore—it’s about his pride.

"What do you mean, you called some random guy to fix it?" he snaps, wrench in one hand. "You don't just invite strangers into your home."

You shrug, trying to stay calm. "Well, you’ve been busy, and I didn’t want to bother—"

"I don’t care if I’m up against the biggest villain of the century; you call me!" he snaps, already crouched down and grumbling about how professionals don’t know shit.

Katsuki insists on doing it all himself, but you’re nicer than that. So, being the kind soul you are, you take on the role of flashlight holder. All those years of helping your dad with repairs is finally paying off, as you keep the beam steady, illuminating the sink while Katsuki works.

“Make sure you shine it right here,” he says softer, tapping his finger against the pipes.

"Thank you, baby," you reply when the job is finally done, but instead of a warm smile, your boyfriend shoots you a look.

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbles, pushing himself up off the floor. "Just don’t pull this stupid crap again."

[baurem]

cw: children, bakugo being a tired dad and then some wc: 604

with the soft patter of small feet and the door’s hinges quietly crying as it was pushed open, you feigned sleep. through ajar lids, in peeked your mixture of love, your husband and your own affections personified into something you both cradled and loved undoubtedly.

biting back a grin, you listened for the shuffling of your bedsheets as your daughter forcefully settled in between the spooning position that bakugo held you in. 

“papa..” your three year old called out in a whisper, her palm lightly tapped his cheek.  still in his drowsy in between, bakugo hummed roughly to let her know he was listening. 

“move over..” she whined as she pushed his shoulder to create more space for herself

“no, i was here first.” bakugo’s tongue languid with sleep but unmoving to your daughter’s attempts.

her little lips pursed like yours and her brows furrowed like his as she conceived a way to convince her hard-headed father to move. she turned her body to you, preparing to wake you up until a large hand interrupted her. 

“no, don’ wake y’er mama up.” his voice mellowed by fatherhood and patience. katsuki’s daughter turned with a pout at his whispered chiding, the same one he often wore against you.

  still, even while unconscious and in his grasp, he sought to preserve your sleep though there wasn’t a need for it (not that he should know). 

he lured her back with his hand splayed out on her tummy which earned yet another whine from her as she sat back into the tight space between you and your husband. 

she stared back with a disgruntled expression he knew all too well; cheeks puffed up, eyes narrowed that were still swollen with sleep, and a deep frown all at the lack of space her father provided. 

katsuki stared back, now more awake than before, but still just as adamant and stubborn as the red-eyed girl before him. 

“gotta use your manners if ya wanna be here.” 

after a beat of contemplation, your daughter spoke up, “papa..?”

“hm?” katsuki hummed, attentive.

“can you— can you pleeaase move over?” she asked, softer as to not disturb her mother. 

katsuki deemed it good enough since it was too early in the morning for a lesson. abiding by her plea, he shifted over which opened up the space for his little one. 

“mm.. thank you.” his daughter murmured as she squirmed into her place under the sheets and between her parents. 

katsuki hummed in a quiet response. his attention on the way her eyes fought sleep, nestled in the warmth and scent of her parents. once he’s sure she’s asleep, his attention shifts over to you.

“were you going to help at all?” he huffs. 

“i knew you had it.” you toss over to gaze to your family with a sapped grin at his discovery of your consciousness; your husband furrowed his brows at you like your little girl would when she didn’t get what she wanted and your daughter’s face squished on the pillow like his would whenever he came home from a long patrol.

katsuki saw you too in that moment, you think; with her hair disheveled in the mornings just like yours would be and the light snoring from her— the snoring you both vehemently denied though he insisted on it. 

he must’ve also been feeling that same swell in your chest too, the overflowing of love seeping out of your chest and into your throat. the kind of feeling that only mornings like these could bring out of you both; you, your husband, and the whole of you both combined snuggled in bed together.

“you always do.” 

[kakashisbabymama218]

katsuki likes to send you videos of him jerking off.

he’s locked himself in the bathroom at the frat party denki and eijirou convinced him to come to, even though he’d rather have you sitting that pretty pussy on his face. the only reason he came was because you were stuck at work for the next few hours.

he had snuck away and was going to facetime you but then he got a better idea. he turns his phone on and opens the camera, fingers pressing the record button as he goes to push his pants down.

katsuki makes a show of it too, taking his time undoing the drawstring of his sweats, pushing them down just enough to have his fat cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

he’s hard as a rock, pre smeared along his tip. he rocks his hips back and forth, letting his heavy length swing before he’s taking it in his hand. he strokes himself once, then twice, groaning quietly in the background.

his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, his thumb rubbing at the bulbous tip that’s practically leaking precum. he has his shirt pulled up, his toned stomach showing slightly in the camera. katsuki takes the hand that was just on his dick to scratch at his abs, doing what you’d do if you were there with him. bakugou loves the feeling of your nails dragging back and forth against his skin, the marks you leave on his back as he pounds into you are his favorite.

katsuki wishes it was your hand wrapped around his dick, soft and small unlike his calloused hands.  or maybe even your mouth, all warm and tight and wet. you’re so pretty when you got a mouth full of dick. Soft, pink lips stretched as far as they’ll go as you struggle to fit even his thick tip past your lips.

and he’s so vocal in the background.

“fuckkk pretty girl—” his voice deeper than usual and laced with arousal.

“wish it was you bouncing on this dick” he strokes himself faster, handing moving up and down as the camera follows his every move.

“wanna feel you cummin on this dick baby”

 “don’t worry pretty girl, imma come stretch that pussy out when you get off”

“fuck princess, gonna fill you up. get you nice a full of my cum” he’s close, all it takes is a couple more strokes before he’s cumming, thick spurts of cum shooting out of him.

“shit” he curses, breathing hard enough for you to hear over the faint background music from the party still going on inside the house.

a couple of ropes of cum land on the screen of his phone and he images it was your face instead, painting your face with his seed. he hits send on the video before cleaning up the mess he made.

katsuki finds denki a few minutes later, high as fuck as he makes out with some girl. he sends both of the boy a quick text letting them know he’s heading back to his place and chill till you got off.

Part 2