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angel-sweets666 · 8 months ago

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Break up

katsuki bakugo x reader

Bakugos been distant which ends up in you two breaking up, learning to live without him was difficult

Warning: angst, break ups, arguments, mineta. (This is a mineta hate page🫶🫶) probably badly written argument but it’s more for practice

Bakugo and you used to be probably the cutest couple 1A had ever seen. He would carry your bags, help with your homework, hell he had even figured out how to threaten izuku into switching seats with you so you two could pass notes in class. You were practically best friends with Mina because of bakugo, you had a group of boys (bakugo, kirishima, Denki and sero) who would come to the rescue if you or Mina were afraid or uncomfortable of someone, usually mineta. Everything was great! Until it wasn’t

Bakugo began to grow distant, his usual warm and loving behavior towards you shifting to something colder and more indifferent. It was like a switch had been flipped, and the boy who once made you feel like the center of his world now treated you like an acquaintance, or even less. The cuddles in your dorm, which had been a nightly comfort, stopped altogether. He no longer accepted the lunches you made with such care, brushing off your efforts with a curt nod or a distracted "thanks."

He didn't wait for you or Mina when the lunch bell rang, a small but significant ritual that had always been a highlight of your day. Instead, he would storm off on his own, his mind clearly occupied by something that didn't include you. It was like he was building walls around himself, shutting you out bit by bit. The boys, Kirishima and Denki, noticed the change immediately. Their concerned glances back at you two during lunch were hard to miss. They would wave, trying to get you and Mina to join them like usual, but you felt too disheartened to follow.

Mina, always perceptive, linked her arm with yours and gave you a reassuring squeeze. "It's okay," she whispered, her eyes full of empathy. "We'll just hang out together today."

You forced a smile, grateful for her support but unable to shake the growing ache in your heart. The cafeteria felt larger and lonelier without Bakugo by your side, and the absence of his presence was like a constant, gnawing void. Mina did her best to keep the conversation light and engaging, but even her bubbly personality couldn't fully lift the cloud that hung over you.

You sighed heavily and walked into the common room, feeling the weight of a particularly rough day of training pressing down on you. It seemed like the past few weeks had been nothing but a series of bad days strung together. Inside, you found Sero hanging from the ceiling with his tape, while Denki and Kirishima were busy playing Uno. Sero, suspended above like a makeshift Spider-Man, noticed your dejected expression immediately.

"What's up with you?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. Kirishima and Denki looked up from their game to see you standing there, looking defeated.

"Nothing… just a bad day," you sighed, moving toward the kitchen area in search of some instant noodles. The prospect of a quick, comforting meal was the only thing that seemed remotely appealing.

"You've had a bad day for the past two weeks," Denki remarked, leaning back on the couch and taking a sip of his Coca-Cola. His casual observation stung because it was true; your mood had been in a steady decline for a while now.

"I know… it sucks," you grumbled in response, frustration lacing your voice as you rummaged through the cabinets.

"Is it because of Bakugo? You should talk to him!" Denki suggested, trying to offer some well-meaning advice about your relationship.

Kirishima, always quick to tease his friends, pointed out, "To be honest, man, I don't think anyone in this whole dorm wants your relationship advice when you can't even pull that green-haired chick from 1B." His comment earned a fake offended gasp from Denki, momentarily lightening the mood in the room.

The sounds of their playful banter and the ease with which they interacted only amplified your frustration. Their happiness and carefree attitudes were a stark contrast to the turmoil you were feeling inside. It wasn’t fair – why did everything have to be so hard for you?

As you prepared your noodles, you couldn't help but let your mind wander back to Bakugo. You missed him more than words could express. His absence from your daily life was like a constant, gnawing ache. You longed for the days when he would greet you with a smirk and a teasing remark, when his presence alone could make you feel like everything would be okay.

You slumped down at the kitchen counter, stirring your noodles absentmindedly. The warmth of the broth did little to soothe the cold emptiness that had settled in your chest. Sero, always perceptive, swung down from the ceiling and landed gracefully beside you.

"Hey, if you ever need to talk, we're here for you," he said softly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Kirishima and Denki echoed his sentiment, their earlier teasing replaced by genuine concern. "Yeah, we're your friends. We care about you," Kirishima added with a supportive smile.

Denki nodded, his usual playful demeanor subdued by the seriousness of the moment. "We're here for you, no matter what."

Their words were a small comfort, but the underlying issue remained – you missed Bakugo. You missed his rough edges and his rare moments of softness, the way he could make you feel safe and cherished with just a look. The rift between you seemed to grow wider with each passing day, and you couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness.

As you finished your meal, you realized that no amount of comforting words from your friends could fill the void left by Bakugo's absence. You needed to figure out a way to reach him, to bridge the gap that had formed between you. For now, all you could do was hold on to the hope that things would get better, and lean on your friends for support as you navigated this difficult time.

“nah, it’s good advice.. I’ll talk to him. If you hear yelling from us just… I dunno come check on us, or get Mina.”

So you made your way towards the elevator and down the hall, clicking the button that had the number four in big bold writing. Bakugo and you both lived on the 4th floor of heights alliance. (I’m being fr when I say I googled this) and walked to his dorm, knocking lightly on the wooden door “katsuki? Hun?” You called out “yeah? What?” He yelled back at you, sounding annoyed. “Can we talk?” You asked softly, trying to simply be nice to him “we talk everyday!” He just sounded so annoyed. “No like.” You sighed “can we talk.” You said it in a different way so he got the idea. Bakugo huffed on the other side of the door “yeah. Sure. Whatever.” He grumbled out, unlocking his door and letting you inside.

The blonde flopped back onto his bed and rolled onto his back to look at you. “What’s up?” he asked, the once loving look in his eyes now replaced by a cold indifference.

“What’s going on, Bakugo? You keep distancing yourself from me,” you said, frustration bubbling up. “I haven’t seen you actually try to talk to me in two weeks!”

Bakugo rolled his eyes. “Nothing’s going on, I’m just tired. Still love you,” he mumbled, but you couldn't tell if he was lying.

“When you’re tired, you used to cuddle me and sleep. Now you ignore me completely—”

“I said I'm just tired, damn it!” Bakugo suddenly yelled, causing you to wince.

“What the hell, Bakugo! I’ve been nice about it, trying to understand!” you retorted, your voice rising in pitch.

“I’m just… I don’t have time for you, okay?” he snapped, his tone as harsh as ever.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, feeling a sinking sensation in your chest.

“I don’t have time for you! You distract me from being the number one hero. You're nothing but a distraction!” he screamed, picking up a small stress toy that you got him and throwing it at you, narrowly missing your head.

“What the hell, Bakugo! Who the fuck throws something at their partner?”

“Me! Because you’re being annoying! I’ll talk to you like I did before when you stop being such a distraction!” He groaned and tried to turn away from you.

“Will you? Will you really? I don’t trust you anymore!” you yelled, your voice cracking with emotion.

“If you don’t trust me, let’s break up then!” He stomped over and got right in your face, his eyes blazing with anger.

“FINE!” you shouted back, but you didn’t move.

“FINE!” he roared, his breath hot against your face.

“Why are you doing this?” you demanded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I’ve done nothing but support you, and this is how you treat me?”

“You don’t get it!” he yelled. “Every time I look at you, I see all the things I’m failing at. I can’t afford distractions, not now, not ever!”

“So I’m just a failure to you? Is that it?” you shot back, your voice trembling with hurt and rage. “I thought I was someone you cared about, someone you loved.”

“I did love you! I do! But I can’t do this right now,” he shouted, his voice breaking slightly, betraying a hint of vulnerability.

“Love isn’t something you can just turn off, Bakugo! You don’t get to use me and then throw me away when it’s convenient for you!” you screamed, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m not using you!” he yelled back, but there was a crack in his voice. “I’m trying to protect you, damn it! From me, from this life, from everything!”

“By pushing me away? By treating me like I’m nothing?” you cried. “That’s not protection, Bakugo, that’s cruelty.”

“I’m doing what I have to do to be number one!” he roared, his fists clenching at his sides.

“At what cost, Bakugo? At the cost of everyone who cares about you?” you asked, your voice softening with sadness. “If you keep this up, you’ll end up alone.”

“Maybe that’s what I need to be!” he shouted, but there was a hollow ring to his words.

“Fine. If that’s what you want, then I’m gone,” you said quietly, turning towards the door.

Bakugo stood there, breathing heavily, watching as you walked out of his dorm. “Don’t come back!” he yelled after you, but the words felt empty.

You slammed the door behind you, the sound echoing in the hallway as you walked away, each step feeling like it was ripping your heart out of your chest.

as you went down the hall towards the elevator, you saw Mina try to rush down the hall. She also lived on the 4th floor and she heard everything “*name!*” she called out “what happened? One minute the 4th floor is peaceful then I’m hearing you two yelling! I think they even called mr aizawa!” She sounded panicked “we broke up.” You muttered “huh?” The pink haired girl asked “we broke up Mina, me and bakugo. We broke up.” You reiterated to her “you’re kidding…” she looked like she felt nothing but pity for you, pulling you into a tight hug. You sobbed into her shoulder as the reality sunk in…

the next day, aizawa pulled both you and bakugo aside.

“I understand you two have broken up, however I need you two to be civil. I can’t have you two yelling at each other during class time or during school hours. Keep your relationship problems out of school” the blunt man said in his usual gloomy voice “and with that, I’m changing your seating plan so you two don’t see each other.” He handed you two a piece of paper with the same exact seating plan, except you and bakugo were on opposite sides of the room.

“Tch.. whatever” bakugo grumbled and walked Into class, you stared down at the piece of white paper “yeah this is good” you nodded and also walked into the classroom, mr aizawa following behind you.

the tension in class was sickening, everyone had heard of your breakup and nobody wanted to say anything that would set you two off

minetas ugly ass turned around and faced bakugo with a grin “I heard of your breath up, females am I right?” “Shut the fuck up you purple bitch.”

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heyaheiya · 8 months ago

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Thinking about you begging to join the group going to save bakugou when he got kidnapped.

You laid miserable in your blindingly white hospital room. The blankets were like cardboard, you rubbed the coarse fabric in your palm, desperate to keep katsuki off your mind. But how could you when the image of him being ripped away from you was still so clear in your head?

You tilted your gaze towards the bright lights of the city illuminating the black night sky, then the lamp-posts lining the side of the street, then finally landing on a few of your classmates congregating just outside. When she was visiting you before, Uraraka had mentioned the plan Kirishima brought up about saving Katsuki. At that time though, the massive burn on your back made it impossible to even sit up right in your bed. Now, however, you could ignore that pain. The burn would heal eventually, but you wouldnt be able to recover from the grief that would come from losing Katsuki.

It was impulsive, but before you could think, you stormed out of your room and bolted down the hospital corridors. You had to catch them before they head off without you.

But when the cold air hit you, the adrenaline wore off. You wished you put on a jacket. Or at least slippers. No, now wasn't the time to make a fuss about your dishevelled look.

"Y/n?" Deku called as soon as his eyes set on you. Todoroki, Iida, Kirishima and YaoMomo's gazes all followed, all looking confused as of why their classmate was outside, still in their hospital gown, barefoot, looking the worst they've ever seen you.

"Please head back inside, you'll catch a cold!" Iida instructed. Obviously, you're too stubborn for that, scurrying down the stairs, joining the group.

"I'm coming with you," you stated, not waiting for permission.

"Y/n.. I think it would be better for you if you rested," Kirishima took a hold of your arm, guiding you back to the building. You smacked him away. In hindsight, you probably looked high off of your painkillers, Deku being the only one knowing about your relationship with Katsuki.

"No! I'm coming and you can't stop me," looking around at your classmates, they all return your gaze with pity. And that pissed you off.

You were going to give them a long sappy speech about how when you closed your eyes, you were only reminded of how useless you felt at the camp. When you remembered why you were in the hospital and not at home watching cheesey romcoms with Katsuki cuddled up next you you. How the empty feeling in your chest was gaping even larger than before, like a cavity that under the surface, was even bigger than you thought. But you didn't tell them that. Instead:

"If you don't take me with you, I will rat you out to Mr Aizawa."

And with that, they all sighed and gave in.

"Y/n." Todoroki started, "Why do you even care about Bakugou?"

Before you could come up with a stupid lie, Deku guided you towards the hospital. "Maybe it would be best if you were wearing actual clothes when we do this.. or at least shoes. Are your feet not freezing?"

They were.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki

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elijahfanfics · 9 months ago

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Coming out as trans to bakugo (FtM)

You and Bakugo were in elementary school together

He quickly, and for an unknown reason, attached himself to you

Nobody could touch you and if someone tried to befriend you and go over somewhere else? No, he wouldnt let them

You would wander around with his group by his side as he practically dragged you through the park doing everything together

You never minded following him, never a dull moment with his loud proclamations of being the best and how awesome All Might is

He absolutely hated Midoriya because he tried to be friends with you and him

Bakugo would always shew him away but he never seemed to leave

You would try to defend him because Bakugo never wanted to hurt you so he would just storm off and you would have to run after him until he felt better, returning to swing on the swings together

Mitski adored you, always talking about how you were such a cute girl, dressing you and Bakugo up in dressed and suits together

As you both got older, maybe 10 and 11 Bakugo found out that you never really liked the dresses so he demanded that she stop

In middle school he would make sure to always be by your side because he knew that you didnt like being left with the other students

You made it into UA together and were always together still

You cut your hair and did the UA paperwork yourself making sure to write the he/him pronouns and your preferred name

You knew that you would have to tell Katsuki, him demanding you call him by his first name a couple years back but you could never bring yourself to hear your first name from people

One night you call him and ask if he wants to go shopping the next day in preparation for UA

You walk through the large doors into the busy mall

Katsuki was sitting by the fountain and you approached him

"hey kit kat", he just looks over at you raising one eyebrow

""didnt i tell you to stop fuckin' callin' me that six years ago.", he grumbled, hugging you tightly as he took your hand as he always did

"You say that every time", you chuckle "so hey could we go to the store with hair dye and pins?", you ask in anticipation

He agrees and you make your way through the busy halls

Picking out the hair dyes and moving over to the pins, you pick up the trans flag pin and the he/him pronouns pin

Gently placing them on the counter Katsuki goes to pay, looking down to hand them back to you when he pauses

He picks them up slowly and turns to you, staring at the floor with teary eyes

He takes your face in his hand then he moves it to take your hand as you walk out the store together

"So... what do you want me to call you..." He asks quietly as you sit on a bench in a quieter corner of the mall

"y/n...", you say quietly

"y/n...", he repeats and you look up smiling a little

"fuckin knew it..", he mumbles as he stares at you softly

"really?" you reply confused

"well yeah, remember when we were 9 and you cut your hair short and came to me crying because you hated those dresses that my mom made for us?" he says, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand gently

You chuckle at the memory with him, "yeah"

"you want knew clothes and boba?" he raises his eyebrows slightly as he stands up knowingly

You look up at him, wiping your eyes, "yeah"

When the time came to go to class at UA Katsuki made sure NOBODY called you the wrong name, especially Izuku

When you were in the changing rooms he would always make sure nobody looked at you or demanded they let you use the only cubical

You slowly came out to the class with Katsuki quietly cheering you on in his head

You talked to Aizawa about it first and of course he had already found out or took it well, having had trans students before he talked to you about whatever problems you had and comforting you with his hand on you head

It was always about people not being acceptant, your family or the class but he would always make you know that everything will be okay because he would make sure of it

People like Jirou and Kirishima were the next people you came out to, slowly spreading to the whole Bakusquad, and then to the girls and other friends, and then to the rest of the class

Iida was difficult, not understanding why and mis-gendering you on one or two occasions but with plenty of reprimanding from Bakugo and Aizawa, he got it eventually

Mineta was also annoying as he started trying to perv on you whilst you were changing so you were given a whole different space to change away from everyone

Katsuki was always there, backing you up and beating up people that didnt take it too well until they got it right again

Eventually everything settled and everything was okay <3

#anime #my hero academia #bakugo #katsuki #y/n #trans #lgbtq #happy pride 🌈#childhood friends #katsuki bakugo #katsuki bakugo x reader #kacchan #dynamight #midoriya izuku #class 1a #mha

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linkemon · 2 months ago

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Beauty and the Beast (Bakugō Katsuki x Reader) 3

ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ. ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴏʙᴊᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛꜱ, ʜᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʜᴏᴘᴇ. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, [ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ], ꜰᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀʜᴀᴜʟ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀꜱᴛʟᴇ. ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ ʀᴇʟᴜᴄᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴏʀɴꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ, ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ.

The whole series can be found here. Part 1 | 2 | 3 here | 4

When he saves your life

[Reader] stood in the dining hall, unsure of what to do. Apparently, King Katsuki had no desire to see her. She shared the sentiment. The relief she felt when he disappeared from her sight was immense.

— Come with us, dear, we’ll get you into something dry — Ochako encouraged her.

Featherduster eyed the girl’s thin clothes with concern. Water dripped from them in heavy droplets. Snow melted in the warmth of the nearby fireplace.

And so the objects paraded through the palace as a company. The only human trudged at the very back to avoid blocking their way with her height. Most of the enormous glass windows were hidden under thick curtains. Through a few, though, one could glimpse the dark sky. The storm had passed. The world was covered in white, shimmering under the moonlight.

[Reader] passed many doors. At first, she tried to memorize the path but she lost track after the seventh turn.

She studied the walls until she noticed what exactly felt off. Just like in the dining hall…

— The portraits are missing — she remarked to the staff.

— Everything that depicts people — Kirishima clarified.

He twisted his clock hands toward where statues must have once stood. Plenty of empty columns and bases remained.

— Our lord is very…— He hesitated. — How to put it… He has…

— A defect! — Denki finished proudly.

— Stop it, or he’ll hear you! — Gentle scolded him.

— And we wouldn’t want that. Oh no! — added La Brava.

— He’s just irritated by the sight of something he’s lost — Ochako concluded quietly.

[Reader] couldn’t help but notice how somber they all grew at this statement. After all, they suffered just as much as their king. It had to be cruel.

Her gaze fell on a landscape featuring a massive red dragon and a white stallion. They seemed to be fighting, though it made little sense. How could they possibly face each other? The lack of a rider stood out. The painting felt out of place compared to the others. It reminded her of what she’d left behind in the courtyard.

— My horse! — she stopped abruptly.

— We’ve taken it to the stables — the clock assured her.

[Reader] didn’t know how they’d managed it but she figured she should stop being surprised by the things around her. The mere fact that she stood alive and in one piece was a miracle. She still didn’t completely trust anyone but she had no choice but to follow her guides up the stairs.

By the time they reached the final floor, her boots were covered in dust. Thick, red carpets begged for a proper beating. The ornate wooden balustrades needed cleaning too. She sneezed the moment she touched one.

— This is my old room — Ochako headed toward a door. — I lived next to the queen so I could serve her. It was a great honour. I liked being a maid. If only Her Majesty hadn’t died…— Her voice grew sad.

Everything might have turned out differently, she thought to herself. After the queen’s death, no one could tame the prince. The king had never ruled with a strong hand. His wife had always handled difficult matters, including raising a rebellious son. His Majesty left the world of the living just weeks after her funeral. It was suspected he fell ill from grief over losing his beloved Mitsuki.

Young Bakugō didn’t show sorrow. He took the reins of the kingdom as expected. Yet the smile vanished from his face. Everywhere he went, he wore a mask of indifference. Truthfully, he cared about nothing except combat — the one thing he excelled at in life. He never had the chance to learn compassion or humility. All the values he placed on a pedestal were somehow tied to strength. He became an orphan far too young. And he could have accomplished so much — together with Midoriya. If not for him, Izuku might still be alive.

— Make yourself at home. — Featherduster wagged her tail. — It’s a bit dusty but I’ll tidy it up. You can sleep here. There should be something in the wardrobe. Her Majesty’s gowns are in better condition but we’re not allowed to touch them.

The chamber in question was sacred and untouchable. No one had the right to disturb anything there. Everything remained exactly as it had been on the day Mitsuki passed away. The enchanted objects believed Katsuki coped with her loss this way, though he didn’t want to show it.

The chandelier flared brighter than before and lit the wood in the fireplace. Flickering tongues of flame slowly consumed the logs, lighting up the room. It was nothing special — a bed, a chest, a table and chairs. The only interesting feature was a small balcony overlooking the back of the palace, offering a view of the forest.

— Should I introduce myself? — [Reader] asked.

— To whom? — came a chorus of voices.

— The wardrobe… or Lady Wardrobe? You know…— She stood before the ornate piece of furniture.

— Only we are cursed — the teapot gurgled.

— The rest are just ordinary objects — added the teacup helpfully.

The longer she listened, the more she understood that they were a duo. They went everywhere together and always finished each other’s sentences. However, they didn’t look like a matching set. The sharp red didn’t pair well with the dark purple.

— Cursed? Does that mean you can be uncursed? — the new servant asked with interest.

She received a series of unintelligible murmurs in response. The staff gathered in a circle and started a discussion. She tried eavesdropping but to no avail.

— We won’t answer that question — they finally declared in unison.

They didn’t want to lose their chance to break the spell. The feeling had to be genuine. If their hope knew the truth, it might lead to love out of pity — or worse, out of obligation. Of course, it could turn out differently but for now, they wouldn’t utter a word.

Ochako managed to deal with most of the dust and pulled a dress out of the wardrobe.

— Don’t you have any pants? — The girl took the black fabric in her hand.

A maid’s uniform. She should have expected that. It came with a white apron and decorative bows. The idea of wearing it every day didn’t appeal to her.

— Unfortunately not. Perhaps in the king’s chamber but I’d rather not ask…

— Let me help with the cloak — Denki enthusiastically waved his candles.

But he forgot to extinguish one of the wicks. The garment caught fire in an instant. Extinguishing the small blaze angered everyone. They shouted and stomped on what they could.

— My sister made this for me. — [Reader] inspected the burnt edge angrily.

Eri was a world away from here. Yet she still felt her presence in this gift. She’d collected bits of colourful threads for her sister to embroider the pattern. The multicoloured flowers seemed to dance on the gray background. She loved them far more than the expensive dresses Overhaul had made her wear.

— We’ll fix it! Like real men! — Kirishima announced. — And you should get changed.

Everyone obediently left the room, leaving the girl alone for the first time that strange day.

Reluctantly, she changed into the odd outfit. While waiting for further developments, she decided to inspect the small room. All she found were lots of sheets, a few decorative dresses moth-eaten and worn and some trinkets. The most interesting find was a hidden portrait of a young boy with extraordinary green hair. Somehow, it had survived the purge of artwork in the palace and avoided the sad fate of other pieces.

She decided not to ask. There had to be a reason someone had gone to such lengths to wrap it in rags, pack it in a box and hide it.

At some point, whispers reached her ears. She approached the door and pressed her ear against it.

—…sharpen the knives. It has to be delicious. And His Majesty likes his meat bloody…— The sentence was cut.

But she didn’t intend to find out what came next. It sounded very clear. She was playing the main course. Surely, they thought that if they behaved normally, she wouldn’t notice. There was no way, after everything she’d been through, that she’d let herself get eaten in some remote palace. Years spent in the orphanage had taught her to keep a cool head. She looked out from the balcony. She was three floors from the ground. Too high to jump but just right for a rope descent. She didn’t have one but she could make one. She began skillfully tying strips of fabric together. She threw them over the railing. She’d never climbed down from such a height before but there was a first time for everything.

She barricaded the door with a chair, hoping the makeshift construction would hold for at least a moment.

She took the first step. She avoided looking down — it was always a trap. Step by step, she descended. The cold wind tugged at her short outfit. Her hair blew wildly, obscuring her vision. She tried to move as fast as possible, swaying left and right. Blood rushed in her ears. Several times, she slipped, momentarily losing her grip. She was halfway down when she heard a shout.

— [Reader], what are you doing? — Featherduster had evidently overcome the makeshift barricade.

She sped up, feeling a sudden rush of adrenaline. Only a few meters remained. Below, part of the staff awaited her, while others peered down from above. But she knew they couldn’t stop her. At most, they’d splash her with tea.

Then, suddenly, she felt the rope elongate. The fabric of the moth-eaten old dress couldn’t handle the tension and tore away from its colourful neighbour. The girl grabbed at a protruding sandstone block.

— Damn it! — Her hand began to slip.

Then she fell. Someone caught her. Strong, heavy hands kept her upright. Her hands were scraped from sliding on the stone and she cradled them to herself. Her hair was all over her face and her ribs heaved in and out as she tried to catch her breath. Her weight shifted forward. She didn’t mean to lean against him but her legs felt like jelly. Then came the most unexpected sound.

— You idiot! — came a deep growl.

She didn’t want to believe it but it had to be him. She glanced up hesitantly. He looked different than before. His hair was untamed. His broad shoulders trembled under his heavy fur coat. But the familiar, piercing gaze was there. The corners of his mouth curled down.

He was furious.

She lifted her eyelids. Only a few centimeters separated her face from the beast’s snout. Hairy, bristly arms had caught her just in time.

— Let go of me! — she shouted, struggling to free herself.

— Be my guest — the king mocked.

She tumbled to the ground, landing in a snowdrift. Her short dress instantly soaked through and wet hair clung to her face. It felt as though her tailbone had been ripped out. She was sure she’d bruised herself badly.

— I hope you'll choke on my bones! — she snapped, pulling a knife from her boot.

It wasn’t much but she wasn’t about to let herself be eaten without a fight.

Katsuki growled, ready to strike.

—Wait, no! — his subjects cried, clutching at his legs.

— No one wants to eat you, [Reader]! — Ochako exclaimed, clearly horrified by the notion. — It’s all our fault, Your Highness! We were preparing dinner and Denki said a few poorly chosen words, and then...

She didn’t need to finish. Everyone was processing the situation. An awkward silence fell as they all tried to grasp what had just happened.

The girl felt terrible. Sure, she was here against her will but her new companions had shown her kindness and hospitality. And besides, Bakugō could have simply let her fall to her death — but he hadn’t. He’d saved her life.

She hated doing it but she forced herself to say it.

— Thank you. And I’m sorry. — She extended her hand.

The king looked at the hand before him. Much smaller than his own, far more delicate. He could have crushed it if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to admit how much his new servant impressed him. Sure, he was angry that she had tried to escape — but what a way to do it! And then, at the very end, she’d still had the nerve to draw a weapon, despite knowing she couldn’t win.

She didn’t wield a sword. She couldn’t possibly match him — neither when he was young nor now. It was a different kind of strength than the one he knew.

It made him feel strange. Was that... admiration? A feeling he hadn’t experienced in so long he’d forgotten it existed?

She did everything differently. Strangely. Just like someone else he tried so hard to forget.

He shook his head lightly, driving away those thoughts. A sly smile spread across his face as he spat on his furry paw. He fully expected her to recoil in disgust.

But to his surprise, [Reader] did the same, clasping his hand firmly.

— That’s highly unrefined — the clock remarked.

— Gross — added the chandelier.

— Don’t try that again — Bakugō growled. — Next time, I’ll let you fall. As punishment, you’ll clean the garden.

With that, he turned and left.

She didn’t care. She had plenty of places to tidy already. One more wouldn’t make a difference. She sneezed loudly. She was soaked to the bone, just as Ochako had feared. She needed to warm up, or she’d spend her first day of work bedridden with a cold.

— Tea time, right, Gentle?

— Indeed, La Brava.

#bakugo katsuki x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #beauty and the beast #fanfcition #oneshot #bakugo x you #ochaco uraraka #la brava #gentle criminal #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #eri

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stealforreal · 4 years ago

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Future kids - Bakugou Katsuki I

Bakugou meets his son from the future. Just some fluff, with a jealous Bakugou.

Bakugou Katsuki x F! reader

Warnings: none

Bakugou was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing that stupid nerd Deku in his mind. Kicking some rocks lying in his way, he was radiating murder. Naturally his classmates left him alone to cool off for a minute, even the Baku squad left him alone. They had chosen not to interfere, because they would like to live to see another, thank you very much.

The stupid nerd had been too close to y/n at lunch today, and Bakugou had spent the entire time glaring at the curly green haired boy. What really made him snap was when she hugged him, and the stupid brocoli went as red as a tomato. She was giggling loudly and seemed really happy at whatever Midoriya had said, and the fiery ash blond couldn't control his jealousy so he stormed off. After class was over Bakugou was the first out the door, not even stopping to insult Denki when he made a bad joke.

The rest of his classmates were confused, sure they all knew Bakugou to be a hothead. But still he seemed angrier than usual, only the Baku squad had small nervous but knowing smiles on their face. They knew of the explosive boy's crush on y/n, it wasn't totally obvious and they really wouldn't have known had Kirishima not pointed out the subtle things. Like how he never once called her an extra, he still called her idiot, dumbass and such. That was probably Bakugou's version of a compliment, which was probably the reason they took so long to figure out his crush.

So here he was stomping his way back to the dorms, cursing Deku for being close with y/n, Himself for getting jealous, y/n for being too friendly and everything he could curse in general. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a little tug on his uniform pant leg, glaring down at the thing that stopped him. Only to be confused when that thing turned out to be a little boy, around the age of 4-5 by the looks of it. Bakugou's brows furrowed in confusion, how did a little boy end up here. UA is one of the most secure places in Japan, courtesy of the League of Villains and other past incidents.

What caught Bakugou's attention though, was the fact that this little boy was bawling his eyes out and trembling with his sobs. Bakugou didn't know what was happening, he felt incredibly protective of the young boy but didn't know why. He seemed kind of familiar, like Bakugou had seen parts of him somewhere else before. The little boy had big e/c doe eyes, filled to the brim with tears as he stared at the ground. His hair was unruly and a familiar shade of ash blond, he reminded Bakugou of himself a bit when he was young except the crybaby attitude of course. It was weird for Bakugou to feel this protective of anything, and he didn't like it one bit

" Oi brat, where are you parents?" The teenager asked the little boy, crouching down to his level, making the little lad finally pay attention to the stranger he had grabbed. The little boy gasped and flung himself at Bakugou, clutching on tightly to the stunned teenager's shirt. A new wave of tears hit the little blonde, being relieved at the familiar sight of his fathers face though much younger. " D-daddy, I-I was so scared" the little boy whimpered, burying his tear stained face in his fathers shoulder. Bakugou was speechless, he sure as hell was not this kid's father even if it explained the feeling of familiarity. No Bakugou shook his head at the ridiculous thought, this kid was obviously terrified and contrary to popular belief Bakugou would not abandon a lost child " Oi brat, I'm taking you with me back to the dorms. Afterwards we'll find your parents' ' he huffed, Bakugou was going to kill this kid's parents once they were found.

The younger boy began calming down in the older boy's arms, the tears had stopped and he was only softly hiccupping now. "B-but daddy I did find you, I wanna go see mommy" the young boy huffed out, defiantly crossing his arms over his little chest. " Oh yeah, prove it brat" Bakugou smirked thinking he had cornered the little boy in his lie, but much to his astonishment the little boy let out a small explosion in the palm of his hand. Though much brighter than his own, there was no mistaking his explosion quirk. Bakugou hated to admit that so far the brat seemed to be telling the truth, and he hated even more how his feeling of protectiveness grew at the revelation that this kid in fact was most likely his son from the future. It wasn't rocket science, right now Bakugou was 16 and 100% not a father. Yet here is a little boy that is the spitting image of him as a kid except the eyes, and in this world where quirks exist perhaps time travelling was possible.

Bakugou's little chat with his son had taken longer than he thought, because as soon as he entered the dorm common room every one in the room snapped their head towards the two ash blondes. The first to break the pin drop silence was Kirishima " Eh who is the kid, Bakubro" he asked. While Mina asked if he had kidnapped the kid, earning a glare from the explosive blonde. " Daddy, why does Aunt Mina and Uncle Kiri not recognize me? " a little voice asked, making a lot of jaws drop and eyes widened. 1....2......3...... " WHA!!!" The lot of them shouted, questions coming left and right, wanting an explanation as to why this little boy who looked suspiciously like Bakugou called him dad.

What they all failed to notice was the little boy was recoiling from the loud noise, pressing himself closer and closer to his father. Bakugou noticed this, and thanks to his newfound protectiveness he hugged him closer and glared at them effectively shutting them up. Mostly they were just silenced because the sight of Bakugou hugging and being protective of his supposed son baffled them. I mean we are talking about Mr.Hothead angry Pomeranian, the most blatant rude student in class 1-A if not in the entirety of UA. " Shut it ya damn morons, can't you see you're frightening him" Bakugou sneered at his classmates, not loudly but it was still malicious enough to make a shiver run up their spines.

Midoriya, who had known Kacchan the longest, was intrigued by this side of Kacchan and unconsciously moved closer to the two ash blondes. Seeing the familiar shade of green hair approach them Bakugou sneered, while his son became ecstatic. " Uncle Izu '' The child yelled excitedly, stretching his arm towards the blushing brocoli boy indicating he wanted to be held. " Ah hell no! He is not your uncle, I won't allow shitty Deku to hold my son" Bakugou yelled, making a few snicker quietly, but what really set them off was the fact his son chopped his head with a little fist. "Oi, why the hell did ya do that for ya brat? Bakugou barks at his son, only receiving a deadpan expression in return. " Mommy said, every time your daddy is mean to uncle Izu chop his head for me, okay baby?" After that announcement they all burst out laughing, while Midoriya tried not to tremble under Bakugou's glare.

"Speaking of which, who is your mom?, uhm I never got your name, little guy" Kirishima asked the little boy, stating a valid point. Bakugou realized that even though he had known his son for about 5 hours now, he never once asked what the boy's name was. " What do you mean, Uncle Kiri, it's me Katsuma?" Katsuma tilted his head a bit, not really being aware or understanding that he most likely travelled through time. " Well you aren't born in our time yet, mini Bakugou" Kaminari informed the little boy, in his usual teasing voice. " Really Uncle Kami" Little Katsuma asked " Does this mean mommy and daddy aren't together yet?" He asked, surprising the teenagers. Katsuma was surprisingly smart for a kid his age, and after the initial shock from being called daddy Katsuki totally forgot to ask about his son's mother.

"That is correct, Katsuma'' Todoroki piped up in his usual monotone voice, surprising Katsuma with his appearance. " Uncle Todo'' Katsuma replied coolly, surprising everyone present. The happy bubbly 5 year old had vanished in an instant, and been replaced with a little boy full of hatred. Breaking the little staring contest that had broken out between his son and the damn half n half bastard, was none other than Midoriya's phone. Being the klutz that he is, he ended up answering and putting it on speaker. " Izuku, Ochaco said there was a cute kid at your dorm, so I'm coming over " y/n voice could be heard, instantly Katsuma brightened up again being all sparkles and rainbows again. He tugged at his dad's collar, demanding Katsuki's attention " daddy, daddy did you hear, mommy's coming over" the little ash blonde exclaimed, bouncing in his fathers arms from being giddy. This new information caused everybody's jaw to land on the floor once again.

" WHY, why does Bakugou get the hot chick? '' Mineta yelled in agony, being the little pervert he is, he had to comment on her looks. " Oi, don't talk about my future wife and baby mama y/n like that, I'll fucking blast you to hell" His statement followed by the crackeling in his palm, and the sound of a phone being dropped? Turning around Bakugou was met with your stunned face, eyes blown wide with confusion and astonishment clearly written on your face. " Mommy" Katsuma yelled, squirming trying to get out of his fathers embrace, and slowly Katsuki sat him down. When his small feet hit the floor, Katsuma was sprinting towards y/n with all his might and flinging himself into her arms. Resulting in the poor girl, falling down on the floor in her confusion.

Katsuma buried his face in her neck, sighing happily to himself. The remaining nerves he had totally disappeared once he saw you. As much as Katsuma was a daddy’s boy, he was even more of a mama’s boy. Katsuma could feel the lack of response coming from his mother, curious and slightly scared he looked at her face. you were absolutely stunned, no response came from you frightening the young boy. Tears began swimming in Katsuma’s beautiful e/c eyes, snapping you back to reality. The sight of a child with tears in his eyes, struck your motherly instincts. Answers could wait, right now there was an adorable toddler with tears in his eyes, and you had to comfort him.

Slowly Katsuma was pulled into your embrace, head buried in the crock of your neck. Arms wrapped tightly around the preciuóus boy, letting him cling to you for deer life. “ M-mommy, I m-missed you, I was s-so scared-d” Katsuma said through sobs and hiccups. Not bothering to correct him, you bounced him lightly up and down in your arms. Bakugou came and helped you onto your feet, putting an arm around your waist. His other hand began stroking Katsuma’s unruly blond hair.

Around them the rest of the class was still stunned into silence, seeing the small family in an embrace. Most of them had never seen Bakugou look so protective and calm, let alone with a small blush. You would also sport a matching blush if it weren’t for the fact, all your attention was on the young boy in your arms. He looked like a carbon copy of Katsuki, yet his e/c eyes looked exactly like yours. Slowly the sniffles stopped. Instead they were replaced by steady breathing, it seems like the child had a long day because he was fast asleep in your arms.

Slowly you made your way to the 1-A dorm living room couch, with the sleeping child in your arms and Bakugou not far behind you. He made it a point to keep his hand on the small of your back, glaring at the other guys present if they looked at your or his son the wrong way. “ Can somebody please explain to me what is going on?” You whispered so you wouldn’t wake up the young boy, whose name you still hadn’t caught. Your eyes caught Izuku’s eyes, but for some reason his eyes widened and he averted his gaze from you. Izuku is one of your best friends, you met because you and your classmate Hatsume Mei worked on his hero costume and you hit it off.

With your attention not fully on the child anymore, you now realised that somebody had their arm around your shoulders. Looking to your right where the owner would be stítting, your eyes widened slightly at the person on your right. One of the hottest guys in UA had his arm around you, Bakugou Katsuki of class 1-a was well known in the school. His temper, looks and quirk had made him extremely popular with the female population of UA, though none of them dared approach him. The bad boy image both attracted them and made them keep their distance from him. He wasn’t exactly known for being a teddy bear, so Katsuki hugging y/n closer to him and keeping touching her was not expected.

“ Oi Flashlight, brat is ours from the future. I don't know how he got here but it’s true. He even has my quirk, you know what this means right ” Bakugou spoke, explaining the situation. The others had left the two of you alone, giving Bakugou privacy to explain the surreal situation to you. What this means? What did he mean by that? You couldn’t help but ponder the meaning. Turning your head to face him and question him on what he meant, you were met with a very close Bakugou. Bakugou couldn’t contain himself seeing you look so adorably clueless, so he closed the small gap between you.

His lips were surprisingly soft. He was gentle in kissing you, not knowing how you would react. I mean you had to like him back right? You were sitting there next to hum with YOUR SON in your arms. He smelled nice, it was a sweet scent like caramel courtesy of his quirk. The kiss was slow, loving and gentle, the feeling of his lips on yours were intoxicating. Pulling back from the kiss, Bakugou growled silently, huskily in your ear “Your mine, flashlight” Heat crept up your neck, and you were left softly blushing. “ What are we going to do with him Bakugou?” Still facing Bakugou, you looked at your son from the future. There really was no mistake, he looked like a perfect Katsuki copy with your eyes, and your motherly instincts told that this was in fact your son.

“It’s Katsuki to you Flashlight ” He corrected you “For now let's go to bed, it’s late. We can ask the squirt questions tomorrow” Katsuki led you to his room, still with a sleeping Katsuma in your arms. His bed was big enough to fit the three of you. You laid down with Katsuma in the middle, both you and Katsuki put an arm around Katsuma. Katsuki intertwined your fingers, and slowly you fell into a blissful sleep. You could ask more questions tomorrow.

But when you woke up, Katsuma was nowhere to be found. Only you and Katsuki were cuddling in his bed. You and Katsuki both came to the conclusion that whatever quirk sent Katsuma here probably sent him back to his own time. “Katsuki, is it wrong of me to miss him already?” You looked at your new boyfriend, looking into his sleepy vermillion orbs. “ If you miss the little firecracker already, why don’t we bring him back” His morning voice was rough, and tickled your ears just right, sending a shiver down your spine. Bakugou's eyes glinted with mischief, as he began kissing your neck. The innuendo not lost on you, the feeling of his lips on a particular spot had you giggling. It was ticklish and stopped him in his tracks for just long enough for you to get a word in. “ Let’s wait a few years okay” He nodded and laid down next to you again, pulling you close.

You would see Katsuma again. Someday.

#mha #bakugou #dad au #xreader #dadbakugou #momreader #timetravel #bnha #bnha bakugo x reader #bakusquad

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ghost-ghost-baby · 4 years ago

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Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

#bnha #Bakugo x reader #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #bnha x reader #omega Bakugo #alpha reader #reader insert #omegaverse imagine #bnha imagine

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virtual--hug · 3 years ago

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BNHA HCs - They're Scared of Thunder

A/N: Alright, I'm finally doing the task of moving some of my older writing on to here! Most of this stuff was already written, and I'm just reformatting it for here.

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, & Shoto Todoroki (Seperate) x GN Reader

Genre: Tooth-rotting fluff, nothing but fluff, this is fluff (maybe some mild angst, but it turns immediately into fluff)

Warnings: Very small mention of self-harm & blood in Kirishima's (he bites his lip and y'know... sharp teeth)

Summary: There's storm outside, and you begin to realize your boyfriend has a fear of thunder.

Izuku Midoriya

You sat, crossed legged, on the bed of your dorm room. As much as you dreaded it, you had to finally work on Present Mic's English homework. You had to choose one of the many English children's books he had (for whatever reason) and answer a few basic questions on it. Admittedly, there was nothing too complicated about the book you chose. But, it was still an assignment you wanted to continue procrastinating.

A gentle rain was pattering against your balcony window as you read. The clouded sky outside darkened your room a bit and brought you a bit of a fuzzy feeling as you worked. You'd been hearing some low rumbles of thunder off in the distance for the past several hours as the rain had been falling, yet it suddenly made its presence known with a loud clap. Your room had been illuminated a blue-white for a moment from the flash of light followed by the startling crashing sound of thunder. The sound rumbled within the sky before quieting.

"Geez, I didn't think the storm was that bad out there." You commented as you looked towards your window. Droplets continued to pelt your window. They were almost in sync with the subsequent knock on your door only moments after you spoke.

"It's unlocked!" You were too comfy to get up now.

The door opened a crack before the person entered and quietly closed the door behind them. You didn't even really need to look up to know it was your boyfriend, Izuku.

"Hey Izu, what's up!" You greeted him.

"Can– can I stay with you a bit?" He asked. The green haired boy's eyes darted every which way while he fiddled with the strings of the All Might hoodie he was wearing.

"Sure, I'm just working on English, so I won't be very interesting to talk to for a minute." You replied.

"No worries." He replied before taking a seat at your desk. Despite your close relationship, he rarely sat on your bed with you unless you immediately offered it.

With quick succession from the first flash of lightning, a second one struck and rattled the windows once more.

"Wow, it's really bad out there." You commented.

As your gaze shifted back to him, you were met with an oddly unfamiliar sight. The hero in training looked scared: hands clamped around his ears, eyes dead set to your slightly opened window, and body curled into himself.

"Um– Izuku?" Your voice took on a more concerned tone as you looked at the cowering teen.

"Sorry, it just startled me," he began, "I don't think I've ever seen thunderstorms this big before."

"Izuku." You tried to interrupt him, but he continued.

"Who knows where it might strike. Maybe it'll hit a tree or even a building!" Izuku continued on. You called his name out again to no avail.

"That'd be awful if it was a building! I'd hope heroes or fire rescue could reach them in time." His ramblings didn't cease with another call of his name. "Although, I guess they're much more often to hit somewhere in the middle of nowhere rather than any specific place or person–"

"Izuku!"

"Oh, sorry, I was muttering again. You should get back to your English homework. I didn't mean to distract you!" He attempted to correct himself.

"Are you scared of thunder, Izu?" You asked straight forward.

He responded quickly, "What? Of course not!"

"Izuku, people don't start shaking like that when they're just startled." You pointed towards his hands quivering in his lap.

"I guess," He trailed off for a moment to fiddle with his hoodie strings again, "Loud noises scare me sometimes."

"Oh Izu, come here." The boy's movements from your desk chair to your bed were immediate and his arms were tight around you.

"Sorry if I'm bothering you. I really could leave if you want me to." He offered even as he clearly made himself comfortable in your arms.

"It's fine, besides, Mic-Sensei is nice about homework." You reassured your boyfriend.

You were sure your legs were going to be numb in the morning from this sitting position, but you were happy with comforting him.

Katsuki Bakugou

For once, your class 1-A teachers didn't give you any weekend homework. Maybe, they finally wanted to give their students a break after the constant changes, or they (particularly Eraserhead) were just lazy. No matter the reason, it gave you a rare Friday evening with your boyfriend.

You two chose to watch a movie which was quite fitting as a storm began to brew outside while you watched. It wasn't very long before the rain outside was piercing through the voices from the TV, and Bakugou was just as quick to grab the remote and increase the volume greatly over the noises of the outdoors.

It was around the fourth time that he'd done this when you decided to finally comment on the storm. A particularly loud clatter of thunder prompted Bakugou to reach over behind himself before extending his arm over your body to increase the volume of the TV. Although, before he could toss it back behind him, you took it from his hands to pause the movie.

"The storm's getting really bad out there." You commented to the blonde.

"Yeah." Bakugou muttered. As you sat up, you realized just how tight his grip had been around your waist as he released it.

"Do you think the power will go out?" You continued about the storm.

"Maybe." Your gaze shifted towards the blonde haired boyfriend who was still laying down. His crimson eyes quickly met yours and they– were not normal. He looked scared like when he was kidnapped at the Training Camp.

"Is everything alright?" You asked.

"Yeah, I'm fiNE!" As he spoke, more thunder echoed outside and his voice cracked in response.

He glared at you immediately, "You didn't hear shit."

"Are you scared of thunder?" Of course, he didn't respond to the abrupt accusation. "It's fine if you are! I won't tell anyone. Is– is there anything that'll help you?"

He crossed his arms over his chest as he responded, "My mom rubs my hands, sometimes. I tell that bitch not to, but she always bothers me whenever there's a storm."

You smiled a bit at how sweet it sounded before offering your hand out. With some hesitation, he placed his palm over yours. You rubbed circles over the skin, squeezing at some pressure points you knew of, and then shifting your motions to the other hand. Occasionally, you could feel him tense as the thunder made itself heard within the room. But, it seemed to be calming him down with help of the movie having been turned back on.

"Hey, Katsuki?" You spoke up

"Hm?" His chest rumbled from underneath you as he hummed.

"Do– do other loud noises scare you. Like your explosions?"

You would've almost missed what he said if the room wasn't so quiet at just that moment, "Sometimes."

"You can always come to me whenever this happens, you know? I want to be here for you." You added.

It wasn't until long after you fell asleep that he muttered, "Thanks."

Eijirou Kirishima

For the past several weeks, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima's main study partner (or really, teacher) had been absent for several evenings to do make-up lessons to get his hero license. So, you, kindly, offered to take his place.

"You can do the extra three problems then we can do the homework together, if you need." You finished while moving to start your own homework.

"Alright!" He replied. Kirishima talked quietly to himself as he did the problems: reading the problems, identifying the numbers, and going through each of the steps that you explained. The room remained rather silent other than his rather quiet muttering and the scratching of pencils on paper.

"Hey, is this right?" Kirishima turned his notebook towards you to show you the question.

"Hm– it looks…" in between your response a large clap of thunder rattled the room from outside.

"Wow, I didn't even notice it was raining." You looked towards your darkened window, droplets were beginning to smack against it and you could see the many trees outside blowing harshly in the wind.

"Y-yeah, looks wild out there." Kirishima replied. You eyed him for a moment at the stutter that he began the sentence with.

"Maybe Aizawa will finally let us train inside again if the grounds are still wet in the morning. It's been so cold lately." You continued.

"Yeah." Kirishima was looking intensely down at his notebook. It was clear he wasn't really writing anything but rather moving his pencil lightly up and down.

"Are you stuck on that question?" You prompted.

"Oh, no. I'll start on it now." It was silent for another moment as the two of you went back to work. The second sign of thunder wasn't quite as startling. The sky rumbled a bit, and it echoed off the window.

You glanced back towards the red head across from you for a moment after his odd reaction to the initial thunder. He was biting his lip rather harshly and enough so that you could see a small amount of blood. Meanwhile, his eyes were darting everywhere around the paper at anything but back up at you.

"Hey, you're bleeding." You reached over to grab a tissue and hand it to him.

"He lightly pressed it to his mouth and saw the small blotch of red that came away when he did so.

"Oh, sorry..." He pressed it back onto his lip.

"Hey Kiri, is everything alright?" You asked.

"I uh…" He hesitated on a response for a moment before promptly replying, "I should probably go. Thanks for the help, (Y/N)! I'll see you in class tomorrow!" He hurriedly began gathering his school supplies together into a messy pile.

"Hey, hold on! I just want to know what's going on. If you're having trouble with the questions or something we can talk about it. You don't have to be embarrassed about it." You rushed to keep him in the room for just a bit longer.

"I understand it all just fine! I can just go back to my room and finish the homework." Kirishima insisted.

A third strike of thunder and lightning illuminated the room. It was much louder the second and sounded much closer as well. And, Kirishima punctuated it with some sort of muted squeak. You two looked at each other for a moment in complete silence. Kirishima's ears and face slowly burned red while you mentally tried to piece together what happened.

"Are you scared of thunder?" You finally asked.

"I– uh…" he struggled through his words again.

"It's fine if you are! I just want to make sure you're okay." You explained.

"I know– it's not super manly." He spoke quietly.

"Of course it's manly, Kirishima! Knowing and accepting your fears is always manly."

"Thanks." The silence extended for another moment. Kirishima continued to stand awkwardly beside your desk. His notebooks still sat on the table, and he wasn't making any move to continue leaving.

"Would you like to stay here? At least until the storm is done." You offered.

"I'd– I'd like that." Hesitantly, he moved back to his previous seat across from you.

"Wanna' watch a movie instead? Homework is pretty boring." You asked.

"Yeah," Kirishima chuckled, "we should."

Shoto Todoroki

It started raining during the middle of training. And, while Aizawa was almost never against using weather conditions as an opportunity to train, All Might would not let that stand (using the multiple poorly dressed and shirtless students as a reasoning). So, the class was all moved into the nearest indoor training grounds while the storm raged outdoors.

You could hear the loud rain hitting the windows of the training facility, and the building even rumbled as thunder began to pick up. Although the awful storm outside was concerning, you became more concerned with your training partner: Todoroki. He seemed to struggle more than usual in the fight, and his head snapped towards every loud noise including Bakugou's regular explosions. You decided not to comment on it for now.

"Alright everyone," All Might called out to the class. The sound of something (likely someone) hitting the ground came from the back of the room before the retired hero continued, "Head back to the locker rooms and get changed. It may still be raining, but the walk isn't too far."

"Shoji, protect me from the rain. It always messes up my hair." Mina whined to the tall, multi-limbed classmate.

"Me too!" Hagakure joined the pink girl. Both of them stared at the invisible girl oddly at the comment.

"Don't look at me like that! I just don't want to get wet!" The girl whined.

Nevertheless, the girls walked under the umbrella of Shoji's arms followed by Tokoyami who said something about his feathers despite his hero costume being the best to work against the rain. A couple of people decided not to join Shoji's umbrella group by running back. Others, like yourself, chose to just walk since you could just dry off in the locker room.

"Hey Todoroki, can I come over again after class today? I don't understand Ectoplasm's lesson at all." You asked

"Yeah." Todoroki nodded. As usual, he didn't add much else to the conversation without the more talkative Midoriya and Uraraka there.

"Ugh– and he said the test is coming up this Friday! Why does he keep doing that to us!" You whined. The half and half hummed in response to your complaints.

As you continued to walk forward, a spiral of lightning flashed through the sky and the resounding thunder afterwards filled your ears.

"Wow, I've never seen lightning like that before! We should probably get inside soon, huh?" You turned to the side to look at Todoroki. Instead of him being beside you, he was a bit behind where he appeared to have stopped walking. In addition to his pause, his eyes were wide and he was flaming up.

"Hey, Todoroki, are you alright? Do you need to go somewhere else?" You approached him.

"I'm fine," He responded. Although, he sounded a bit out of breath, "I need to go."

He speed-walked ahead of you and was pretty much at the locker room doors before you even started walking again.

The rain hadn't taken many moments to calm throughout the day, especially not on the way back to the dorms. You followed close beside the group that walked with Shoji this time, yet you still had to change your semi-soaked uniform when you returned to your dorm room.

Despite Todoroki largely avoiding you after hero training that day, you decided to go to his dorm room after class anyway. You knocked gently on the door with the hope that he was in the dorm. The door clicked and opened to reveal the dual-haired hero in training. He was wearing a sweater now which, fittingly, was blue with a pattern of white snowflakes.

"Hey, Todoroki. I know you said I could come over earlier to work on math stuff." You awkwardly greeted him.

"Yeah, you can come in." He stepped to the side while opening the door. It seemed the consensus was to ignore the events after training for now, "Which lesson is it again?"

"It's the lesson Ectoplasm gave today! I don't get it at all." You slumped down into the cushion beside the low table in the center of the room.

"It's not too hard." He sat himself down across from you, "You just have to follow the steps he gave."

"That's easy for you to say." You muttered.

"You wrote them all down right–" he leaned closer to you to look at the notebook you had just opened.

However, the loudest crash of thunder you had heard yet interrupted him. You could hear a glass of water he had on the table rattle, and the room around you felt as though it was shaking. You shrieked at the loud noise and there was a matching yelp from Todoroki beside you. A couple of other shrieks or yells came from elsewhere in the dorm building especially after the lights promptly shut off only seconds later.

"W-well, that was loud," You commented, "Right, Todoroki?"

You could feel him gripping your left arm rather tightly, but he didn't respond.

"Todo?" You repeated the question.

"Could– could you stay here?" He asked, "please."

"Yeah, of course!" You sat in the deafening silence for a moment unsure of what else to say.

"Are– are you afraid of thunder?" You decided to ask.

"I– yes. I am." He quietly responded.

"That's fine. I'll stay as long as you need me to. I probably couldn't even make it to my room with it being this dark anyways." As promised, you stayed beside him the rest of the night as the thunder and rain reverberated against the windows.

#bnha #bnha x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #x gn reader #bnha fluff #bakugou katsuki #eijirou kirishima #shoto todoroki #bnha hcs #bnha imagines #izuku midoriya #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero academia

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doodsboobsnoods · 7 years ago

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"As if I'd make him be related to you you crazy old hag"

#I know he's a lot. but as the adult in his life you need to take responsibility for your role in that #bakugou Katsuki #kiribaku #bakufam #bakugou mitsuki #bakugou masaru #I have really mixed feelings about the bakugou family because mitsuki is raining off putting to me the times we've seen her in Canon #so in the context of this I think what happens is #it's probably second year #bakugou has calmed down quite a bit after opening up a considerable amount to his classmates largely due to kirishima #and bakugou doesn't really want kirishima meeting his parents because they are the way they are but kirishima insists #and naturally Katsuki and his mom get into it and kirishima knew it was bad but he didn't expect all that #and Katsuki storms off to his room and kirishimas about to follow him but he looks over his shoulder and he just #and he just turns around and follows bakugou #and mitsuki doesn't like it but seeing how much her son's changed since meeting him #he can't be totally wrong #but anyway I really need Kiri to be the catalyst in the change in the relationship between bakugou and his family #I know they love him and I desperately want them to change too #anyway I'm aware that I'm talking to myself down here but its whatever #one of the tags got deleted its the one where kiris talking it's supposed to say

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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Fair Warning - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, crack, fluff, Yui Kodai slander (I’m sorry), STREET FIGHTING (but inside a classroom), we love supportive boyfriend Bakugou, and we love bestie Mina <3

Request: I need a female Y/N to beat a bitch’s ass and have Katsuki in that background like “that’s my baby☺️”

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Bitch!” Mina comes in yelling with excitement. You were currently cuddling with your boyfriend as you sat on his lap at his desk seat when you took notice of your best friend calling for you.

Katsuki had his arms wrapped around your waist as you had your own wrapped around his neck. Both your eyes were closed as your head was tucked into Katsuki’s neck and his head was leaning atop of yours. Did y’all care that y’all were in the classroom? No. Bakugou was so clearly irritated by the pink girl. I mean, she was interrupting cuddle times.

“Listen Pinky, I had a bad morning and we’re in the middle of something here so if someone isn’t fucking dying then you better scram.” Bakugou calmly warned your friend as his eyes remained shut and his hold on you tightened. You giggled at your boyfriend’s empty threat and pecked his cheek before looking towards your bestie.

“What’s up?” You asked with your sweet voice. Bakugou groaned as he realized now some dumb shit has to happen.

“What’s up? What’s up?! Girl! Yui Kodai-“

“Ew.” You and your boyfriend both said at the mentioned of the girl’s name from class 1-b. For some reason, she just rubbed the both of you the wrong way. And it wasn’t even that Katsuki was just following your lead because you were his girl, he just genuinely didn’t like her either.

“Right!” Mina agreed. “But anyway, I was walking by 1-B’s classroom and I overheard her talking her shit, and here’s the best part, about you and Bakugou.”

At her words, you and Katsuki both tensed up at that. What the hell did this bitch have to say about your very happy and nearly perfect relationship?

“The fuck did she say?” You asked with a still very calm voice. You were very intrigued with where this conversation was going. It was a very known fact that your boyfriend was very attractive and yes he pulled bitches left and right. So yes, you were well aware of Yui’s little crush on him, but that usually didn’t bother you because Katsuki made it very clear that if it wasn’t you, he didn’t want or need it.

“She’s all talking about how if you weren’t around, she could easily pull Bakugou and how you’re an ‘ugly bitch’-“

As she continued to tell you all the shit that was said, you felt Katsuki’s hold on you tightened even more. You look to your boyfriend while you listened to Mina and noticed his angry expression. To soothe his nerves, you gently grabbed his face with your tiny hand and gave him a sweet peck on the lips before giving your attention back to Mina.

“-and then she finished it by saying she’d whoop your ass any time of the day.” Mina finished.

“Oh really?” You chuckled out. You lightly tapped on Katsuki’s arm to signal him to let you go and he reluctantly did so.

You were far too calm to be at ease with this whole thing. You were like the calm before a storm or a jaguar getting ready to pounce. You walked out the classroom and Katsuki chuckled as he had an idea of what was about to go down. He followed you out the room and Mina was left with excitement. She went to follow the both of you but not before telling the whole class about the shit that was about to surely spiral.

“Y’all wanna go see Y/N beat a bitch?” She called out and the lot of class 1-A, especially the Bakusquad, excitedly followed. The class watched as you slid opened the door to 1-B with a very calm demeanor.

You looked inside until you spotted your target. Yui Kodai. You motioned for the class to watch from the doorway, with the Bakusquad having front row seats to the upcoming show. 1-B quickly took notice of 1-A’s presence and silence rang through the room. You walked to Yui, finally grabbing her attention as she looked at you in shock and fear. She stood up from her seat as she backed up a few steps, which did nothing as you just went in closer.

“You know we ‘bout to fight, right?” You bluntly said.

“What?” Was all she could get out before you jumped her ass. At least you gave her a fair warning. You brought her to the ground as you banged your fist into her face while your other hand tugged at her hair. All the students grew rowdy and watched from beyond. You finally picked Yui up by her hair and used your training to kick her across the room and to the front. She got up in a hurry to defend herself but you continued to beat her ass.

The students all looked to Bakugou to gaze his reaction on how wild his girlfriend was getting, but they were only met with a grin of a proud partner.

“That’s my Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said with a hand over his heart while he had a goofy smile on his face as he watched you drag her ass around the front of the room.

“Teddy Bear?!” Denki questioned. “Y/N’s a freaking she-beast!”

“Yeaahhhhhhhh....” Katsuki said as he continued to look at you in bliss. Eventually, Yui began to bleed and that’s when Bakugou sucked in a breath. As much as he wanted to watch the fight continue, he came to the conclusion that he would have to stop you before you got expelled or something. He didn’t care if Yui got hurt, he just didn’t want you in trouble.

“Uhh, Y/N! Don’t you think you should tone it down a bit before Aizawa or Vlad comes?” Kirishima asked. You took a pause from the fight but still held a firm grip on Yui’s hair as you looked towards the red head.

“What’s he gonna do? Erase my quirk?” You said with a sarcastic voice.

“Yes, actually, I will and am.” Aizawa said from behind the 1-A crowd. The students moved out of the way as Aizawa walked to you with his hair up in the air and his eyes glowing red. You continued to look at your teacher with an unbothered and unfazed face as your hold on Yui’s hair never faltered. You and your teacher had a 10 second stare off before you turned to Yui....and continued to whoop her ass. That’s when Bakugou and Awase decided to pull you two apart.

“Okay baby, that’s enough,” your boyfriend said as he pulled you back. You pouted at your boyfriend with an angry scrunch on your nose that he found adorable but knew it was a sign that you were pissed at him for stopping you. “Don’t give me that look.”

You huffed and looked back at Yui to take a look at the damage you caused. Her hair was mangled and some of it was ripped out and scattered the floor as her nose was bleeding and she had scratches and bruises covering her face and body. Tears filled her eyes and her clothes were dirtied while you looked as pretty and fresh as a daisy. Not a scratch on you. You smirked at the sight and settled in Bakugou’s hold. He took notice of your calm cooperation and let you go. You turned and smiled at him with a proud look. Unfortunately, the spotlight was on Bakugou and so he had to choose his words very carefully.

“Y/N, you know I love you but all that was uncalled for. You should’ve handled the situation differently, dumbass.” He blankly said. Your proud look fell and was replaced with a look of sadness as your boyfriend reprimanded you. You looked down to your shoes in embarrassment as Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright look, my class go back to the room. I’ll stay here and wait for Vlad to come in so I can explain the situation. Awase, take Kodai to recovery girl and Y/N, I would scold you but I’m pretty sure getting told off by your boyfriend was enough. That’s all. Dismissed.” Aizawa said as he waited in 1-B’s room.

The students of 1-A all walked back to their own classroom, everyone all hyped up over the exciting fight. You kept your head down as you walked but felt a grip on your arm as you were dragged to another hallway away from everyone. You looked up to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a serious face. You pouted at him in embarrassment until his face grew a smile that showed how proud he was. Your mood instantly improved and you smiled like a happy puppy as he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Nice work Teddy Bear.” He said, holding you tight.

“You’re not mad at me?” You said, smiling up at him as you were pressed into his chest. He just shook his head and smiled some more.

“‘Course not. You kicked her ass, and she completely deserved it.” he laughed out. You laughed with him before you both shared a cute kiss and walked hand in hand back to the others.

Yes. We very much love a supportive Bakugou boyfriend.

A/N: horrible ending, Ik but yeah :)

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gogumasworld · 3 years ago

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todoroki shouto-centric fic recs (angst)

ive probably read like 80% of all 50k or so fics out there so this is some top-notch, cream of the crop stuff. what can i say im an expert... ill try to stick to general/class 1A interactions but you should know todobaku has an dangerous grip on my weak, weak heart. also for the sake of my heart there will only be ongoing or complete work here

anywhere here are some of my favorite todoroki-centric fics on ao3 in no particular order: the writers with a star (*) means they are a veteran in writing todoroki and you should check out their other fics

Non-Newtonian by EveryoneThinksImGay

Dabi joins forces with the quirkless villain Deku to take down Endeavor. If what was supposed to be a simple stuff-Endeavor-in-a-fridge-and-run turns into a Shouto rescue mission involving the Todoroki siblings, pissed-off U.A. teachers and students, and the League of Villains, well, that's nobody's business. Main Cast: -Shouto "I Lied, I'm Dying Inside" Todoroki -Izuku "I Bomb Bridges <3" Midoriya -Katsuki "how the FUCK did I become the Mom friend" Bakugou Supporting Cast: -Fuyumi & Natsuo Todoroki: the former of which keeps the fridge stocked with organic yoghurt-covered blueberries, the latter of which may or may not be an anarchist -Dabi: a closeted Swiftie who never learned how to dress himself -Hawks: on a mission (as fruitless as it is perpetual) to impress and befriend Shouto -Dadzawa: a swamp monster -The Bakusquad Non-Supporting Cast: -Endeavor's deodorant. It tries so hard, bless its heart. A for effort.

haha jk i lied about the order... this ones my favorite and i cry everytime it updates. i even drew fanart for it which is the most meta thing ive ever done

make this feel like home by carolinaa *

The Todoroki family, historically, is kind of the worst at being in the same house together. Natsuo's track record of storming out of the house after two days max is well known. But this winter break's supposed to be different, with Enji out of town for most of it, so Natsuo gives it another shot out of the goodness of his heart. What's the worst that could happen?

If worst comes to worst, he'll just leave again.

i wish i could go back in time so i can re-experience the feeling of reading this for the first time. also check out carolinaa's other work!!!! it slays but like in a way that makes you feel like you can't breathe because youre choking on your own tears

the stars are floating and we are flying by lunalou*

Aizawa starts walking towards the exit, obviously expecting Shouto to follow him, but Shouto's feet are frozen in place. His eyes flicker from the distorted reflection of himself in the ice to where All Might is giving him a long look, eyes kinder than anything Todoroki has ever been deserving of, and he feels sick.

“Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya says gently, squeezing his arm in what Shouto presumes is meant to be a reassuring gesture. “It’s going to be okay.”

He doesn’t think Midoriya is in any place to tell him what okay is, all things considered, but he chooses to keep quiet on the matter.

A classic piece of Todoroki literature and more importantly a gem of a writer

A Study in Firsts by Oceanbreeze7

There’s a first time for everything. The first time everyone crammed in Momo’s room to study, a mess of limbs and books on her bed. The first time Mina burned crepes so badly the smoke alarm went off. The first time a jumpscare got Sero so badly, he flipped off the back of the couch. The first time Uraraka fell asleep at the table and accidentally sent it floating. The first time someone realized Todoroki walked far too quietly, and far too cautiously around the dorms to be normal. The first time Midoriya broke his toe on a door frame and kept walking through it. The first time Kirishima woke up screaming through the walls. The first time Tsuyu blanched at the sight of a needle. The first time Bakugo dropped, clutching the back of his neck with eyes scarily vacant and detonating everything around him until Aizawa had to intervene. It wasn’t always pretty, but the dorms were filled with firsts.

surprisingly a lot of todoroki action here, every chapters like a one-shot, i generally read it beaming at the screen like a maniac

Inhibition by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion*

Todoroki gets zapped by a Quirk that effectively lowers someone's inhibitions, and Aizawa deals with the strange, humorous, heart-breaking fallout.

The train ride back is something of a nightmare. Not because it goes badly, or because something awful happens, but because Aizawa can’t get rid of this feeling in his chest every time he sees Todoroki’s unusual, carefree smile. He looks like nothing has ever hurt him.

dadzawa dadzawa dadzawa dadzawa

This Is Now by colormesherlocked*

Todoroki Shoto will be a hero.

...But not just yet. Right now, Todoroki Shoto is a bitter, pessimistic, hurt teenager who doesn't want help, friends or hinderances of any kind getting in the way of his misguided goals.

Thankfully, there will soon be people in his life who will be more than happy to drag him into a place of happiness, safety, and acceptance - kicking and screaming the whole way, if they have to. All he has to do is survive his first meeting with them and all the incredible changes that will come after.

This is Todoroki Shoto's Hero Academia.

(Semi-canon compliant up to a point and told from Todoroki Shoto's POV.)

Just warning you guys this is the first big Todoroki-centric fic i read and now im committing fanception and creating masterlists :/

Return to Ashes by Anxiety_Pickle*

Shouto remembers Touya like he remembers the fire: in flashes of heat and gentle hands.

(In the aftermath of Dabi's reveal, Shouto learns to cope)

The Drawing Board by strangergods*

He understands, intellectually, that other people must do something with their day that doesn’t involve working out or getting beat up by super-powered mutant criminals or harassing one’s boyfriend into fucking them sideways. It’s just that he can’t quite picture doing it himself.

Todoroki takes up a hobby.

so so so good

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uwuwriting · 4 years ago

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Kids getting their quirks w/ Todoroki, Deku and Bakugou

Request: *cracks knuckles* uH may i pls have a headcanon for half half bastard, deku, and king explosive murder when their child’s quirk manifests? have a great day (or night lol) iajsmsjsnsk :D 💕- anonymous

Okay my baby fever isn’t over but now I know the main factor. Apart from my new obsession with dad Nanami, my period is also here so yay. I’m in pain. SO let’s feed my baby fever even more with some pro hero dads bc I love them and cherish them. Nanami is still ruling my heart though. Love ya💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: babies!!!!, domestic au, dad au, fluffy, no warnings really, unless it causes you baby fever so beware of the baby fluffs.

Todoroki Shoto

-Baby was called from the daycare because the twins teacher couldn’t control their quirk manifesting.

-Daycares are ready for quirk manifestation but someone hurt Rei and Ren kinda exploded and they couldn’t control the fire.

-Rei got startled and her ice blocked both toddlers from the outside world as they were now existing in their own little igloo.

-He panics because he fears that they hurt themselves or each other by using their quirks.

-Scenarios of them attempting to hug each other, a habit they’ve had since they were wittle babies, and burning their skin or causing frostbite.

-He rushed to their daycare, paperwork long forgotten on his agency’s desk as he stormed inside the classroom the small ice barrier splitting the room in two making his heart skip a beat.

-Motioning to the teacher to leave he approached the block of ice, touching it with his left hand watching the ice melt as he finally spotted his two little girls, huddled together in the furthest spot of their igloo, trembling in each other’s arms.

-Shoto ducked inside, slowly approaching them as they untangled from each other and rushed to him, meeting him half way in a crushing hug.

-They both sobbed in his chest as he rubbed their backs.

-Shushing them he tried to get a coherent story out of them but the only answer he managed to pry from them was a jumble of sorries and sobs.

-Picking them up, he asked them where their stuff was and after getting everything he excused all three of them and left the daycare, leaving a now melting igloo for the staff to clean up.

-Back at home he managed to get them to calm down completely and made them something to eat.

- “It’s alright, you protected each other like we’ve taught you. Your quirk activating is not your fault so stop blaming yourselves.”

-They didn’t seem very convinced and they reminded him of himself back in high school, when he wouldn’t accept his left side as part of himself.

-Hugging them close once again he left a kiss on each of their little heads, blowing a raspberry on their cheeks making them giggle at the feeling.

-He loves the sound of their laugh.

- “You have no control over your powers and that’s okay. Me and mommy will help you with that.”

-Deep down he was proud of his girls.

-They didn’t lose complete control and Rei managed to minimize her ice from coating the whole classroom.

-He was so happy to have these two little things as his kids.

-They truly were his world.

- “I’m so proud of you my little snowflakes.”

Midoriya Izuku/ Deku

-He thought his son was quirkless.

-You were quirkless, he used to be quirkless so the logical thing was for your kid to also be quirkless.

-Nope you were wrong.

-Turns out he took after his grandma and he has a form of telekinesis.

-Nothing really strong since both of his parents are biologically quirkless.

-It was triggered while you were all chillin in your living room.

-Izuku was scribbling something in one of his notebooks while your son was playing with his hero figurines on the floor.

-You were watching kitchen wars.

-Izuku’s phone started ringing and he shot up to get it, sending the notebook and pen flying across the room.

-You were ready for the inevitable crash but it never came.

-Looking up you saw both the notebook and the pen, levitating a few inches from the floor a slight green glow surrounding them.

-You were shocked looking back and forth from your four year old to the levitating objects.

-Izuku was still talking on the phone and hadn’t realized the revelation that was being displayed in the living room.

-Finally the call was over and he stepped back in, letting out a fucking SQUEAK when he saw his son using his quirk.

-That was enough to break his concentration and the items clattered to the floor, your toddler looking back at his father with huge green eyes, chubby hands reaching out for him.

-In a flash Izuku was on his knees next to the little boy, hugging him so close you thought he couldn’t breath.

-He peppered his chubby face with kisses, praise pouring from his lips like rain as he raised the four year old into the air, baby giggles filling the room.

-You joined them on the floor taking your fill of baby Midoriya pampering before looking at your husband, tears flowing down his cheeks.

-You hadn’t seen him cry ever since your son said his first words.

-And even then you couldn’t blame him, his first word was dada who wouldn’t cry?

- “He has a quirk! Oh my god he has a quirk!”

-Izuku brought both of you into a hug, crushing you to his chest as he kissed both of your foreheads.

- “Thank you thank you thank you.”

-It hit him like a truck how lucky he was to have you both.

-A beautiful wife who loves him for who he is and not for his fame *like many other pros had warned him about* and a son who adores him and asks for daddy every second of the day.

-He didn’t care about a quirk.

-He was scared that his son would also get bullied if he didn’t have one.

-Right now everything was perfect.

Bakugou Katsuki

-If you asked him he didn’t want your son to get his quirk yet.

-If he did that meant that he grew and he wasn’t his wittle baby anymore.

-Your son was playing with his uncles outside while Katsuki was setting up the barbeque.

-He was simultaneously holding your one year old and you were having a heart attack seeing your baby so close to a fire but you trusted him.

-Your son was laughing his ass off as he was chased around the table by four grown ass adults.

- “Be careful around the table.”

-The fact that all five individuals said yes mom terrified you.

-Heading back into the kitchen you only managed to reach the sink before a scream pierced the air and in a flash you were back outside, scanning the yard for who got hurt and where.

-Then your eyes landed on your son who had a hand outstretched in front of him, smoke leaving his small palm while Kaminari was laying face down a few feet away from him, a groan leaving the pro hero as a palm shaped hole was etched on his shirt.

-Everyone was silent as they stared at your four year old, eyes wide in awe at the sheer force of a singular explosion.

-The person who broke the silence was Kirishima who let out a loud woah snapping all of you out of your stupor .

-Bakugou looked at you, pure disbelief in his gaze as his son turned to him.

- “Dad I’m just like you!!”

-You swear in his daze he almost yeeted your baby over his shoulder.

-In one swift motion your son was in his other arm being swung around as their laughs synced into one.

- “Hell yeah you are.”

-Joining them you ruffled your son’s hair as you kissed his cheeks, a deep scarlet blush painting his plush cheeks as he hid his face in his dad’s shoulder.

- “Bravo bud!”

-Sero was next with the praise followed by Mina and Kaminari who also whined about his Hawaiian shirt being ruined.

-For the next hours Katsuki didn’t let him go.

-Didn’t want to let either of his kids go but it got kinda hard with the whole barbeque being his responsibility.

- “We can train together, and work at the agency and go on patrols and…”

-As your son rambled on about the things they could do now that he has his quirk, you looked at your husband, a soft smile plastered on his features.

- “He will never stop needing you Katsu.”

-You whispered as you kissed him softly on the cheek, catching a glimpse of a single teardrop leaving his eye before he quickly rubbed his face on your shoulder.

- “I know.”

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celestial-kit · 3 years ago

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Welcome to the Internet

Bakugo is a problem solver and doesn’t like when his friends are upset.

Pairing: Bakugo x reader, with Kirishima and Mina

Warnings: Fluff, Comfort, Harassment, Stalking, Reader receives unsolicited messages and pictures that are disturbing

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You were sick of creeps on the internet. It seemed like ever since you turned 18, there had been an influx of weird men in your DMs, sending you unsolicited messages and pictures. This was apparently exacerbated by a reddit thread that rated girls that attended UA when they turned 18, and you were unfortunate enough to rank near the top of the list.

Recently, there was one person online who you couldn’t seem to get rid of. They would follow you, send you unsettling messages, you would block them, and then they would make a new account and follow you again. It seemed to be a never ending cycle and you weren’t sure how to make it end.

Tonight, it was especially annoying. You were trying to study, sprawled out with your books on the floor of Bakugo’s room with Mina and Kirishima, both of whom were crying about not understanding the material. Your phone was face down on the ground, in the space between you and Bakugo, and every few minutes you would feel the soft buzz from your notifications.

It was clear Kirishima and Mina didn’t notice it, they were too busy being distressed that they were going to fail the exam. But, you knew that Bakugo noticed. Every time your phone vibrated, you could see his angry red eyes flit to where it sat and they would narrow for a second before returning to his study materials. After the 15th vibration, however, he had had enough.

“Alright, who the fuck is texting you?” he yelled, swiping the phone off the floor and quickly inputting your passcode to open it. His eyes went wide when he saw the array of messages and pictures flooding your phone. You didn’t know exactly what they said, but you had an idea. They probably described how your stalker wanted to gag you, bound you, and use you against your will. They also probably included several grainy and off putting photos of his wrinkly, shriveled cock. You didn’t say anything, you just watched as Bakugo scrolled through the messages and his face transformed from shock to disgust.

“Jesus Christ, who is this?” he asked, using his fingers to zoom in on one of the pictures. Kirishima and Mina had long since abandoned their studies to look over Bakugo’s shoulder as he examined the contents of your phone. Mina gasped, horrified, with a hand over her mouth while Kirishima screwed his face up, evidently angry at the messages you were receiving.

“Yeah, who is this guy? It’s so unmanly for him to send you stuff like this, we gotta find out who he is!” he puffed his chest out, looking like he was getting ready for a fight.

You shrugged your shoulders, leaning back on your hands and rolling your head back to look at the ceiling. “I’ve no idea. Some guy who I keep trying to block, but he just makes new accounts and sends me… that.” You wave your hand in the general direction of your phone as you look back at your friends. You could tell by the looks on their faces that they were concerned, and rightfully so. You were pretty upset by the harassment, but you weren’t sure what else you could do at this point.

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed at you, and then he pushed himself to a standing position and mumbled “Fuck this” before storming out of his room with your phone. You blinked as his door slammed shut behind him and then looked at your two remaining friends, who looked equally as puzzled.

Two hours later, you were laying on Bakugo’s bed with Mina, watching TikToks, while Kirishima struggled through a math problem. When Bakugo burst through his door, he spared a glance to where you were laying and grumbled, “Get off my bed.” Then, he threw your phone in your direction and sat down to help a grateful Kirishima with his problem.

“Where did you go?” you asked as you leaned your elbow on his pillow and opened your phone, finding that the harassing messages were gone and the user was blocked on your social media.

“I had one of the nerds in the support course track that loser's IP address and block it on your phone. Got his name too and reported him to the police for harassment,” he said this matter of factly while he grabbed a pencil and scribbled away on Kirishima’s homework. You sat up fully and gawked at him for a minute, before he finally looked back at you with a scowl on his face.

“Next time someone does some shit like that to you, you better not try to hide it. Tell us so we can help, stupid,” he pointed his finger at you and spit as he spoke, clearly angry at the situation. Even still, you couldn’t help the warmth that spread in your chest at the thought of how much he must care about you.

“Thank you, Katsuki,” you say sincerely, gripping your phone to your chest.

“Tch,” he scoffed at the use of his given name. “I said, get off my bed, dumbass.” Then, he reached over and grabbed your ankle, yanking you off his mattress and causing your butt to land harshly on the ground.

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bakugohoex · 4 years ago

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“that’s literally the definition of jealous, you dumbass”

pairing: katsuki bakugo x female reader

cw: explicit language and kissing

word count: 2500+

a/n: hey this is my first one shot on tumblr, i haven’t written in almost 3 years now and i thought i should get back into it, so here i am. hope you guys enjoy it.

summary: in which bakugo finds y/n and todoroki getting closer than normal, the more he sees them together the more rage he builds up over someone who he thought was just an extra to him

↞ back to my hero academia masterlist

It wasn’t like you weren’t friends with Bakugo, you were, there had never been any formal introductions at the beginning of class 1-a, instead a quirk test. It wasn’t that it was boring to see people’s quirks but the only one that stood out was Bakugo’s, his ability to reach the top made you admire him until he opened his mouth. You had just scrapped number 2 on the stupid test something you were proud of, it being the first time you could use your quirk without damage.

He had come up to you by the end of the day, rambling on about some Deku kid who you assumed was the guy who broke his finger. “Fucking Deku” he hadn’t bothered introducing himself and instead rambled on about how much he hated this Deku kid.

“Who are you?” You look at him with the most unamusable face as he stared back watching you intensively.

“Katsuki, Katsuki Bakugo.”

“Oh, okay and why are you talking to me?” You longed out the ‘and’ questioning, why had some boy who you had just met following you and rambling about some Deku.

He stares at you as the both of you continue to walk out of UA, “you got second, just after me dumbass, you need to know that you’ll never beat me.”

“Oh, is this like a i’m not here to make friends you’re all just insignificant to my life kinda routine.” You cocked your head back in a laugh as he huffs in agreement to what you said starting to walk away.

“Nice to meet you Bakugo I’m y/n y/l/n.” The smirk that was plastered on your face making the explosive boy become even more angry.

Even with that being the first encounter with Bakugo there continued to be many more, even helping to find Bakugo after he was captured by the league of villains and the dorm system being implemented. Moments occurred where both Bakugo and you would spend lunches and breaks talking to each other even occasionally walking to and from school.

The relationship wasn’t conventional, but you were friends in some way, so when Bakugo saw something he never expected he was angry, not just normal Bakugo angry though the rage he held was something more, something he couldn’t explain.

“Todoroki look what I got last weekend?” You left your desk, your presence clearly making Bakugo turn around as he saw you sitting on Todoroki’s desk as he sat in his seat. Your legs were swinging with your skirt riding to your thighs. You were showing him something on your phone as Bakugo tried to see, angry that you were that close to that extra and even showing him your legs that were covered by your thigh highs that pushed your thighs together. “Do you like it?”

He heard Todoroki reply making his blood boil, “any guy would love that y/n”. He could hear your laugh as he turned around not wanting to see any more, as he was writing something the pen snapped before throwing it in the bin just missing Mineta who was sharpening his pencil.

This wasn’t the last time he was going to see you and Todoroki spending time together, a couple hours after the first incident he watched as he saw you with your bento box you were talking to Todoroki again, Bakugo was about to call out to you to tell you to join him and Kirishima but instead you turned around showing Todoroki your arm which has the scar that you had told Bakugo about months prior. He wasn’t jealous it was just a stupid story of you falling when you were a kid, so why was he angry again. Did he think it was some private secret between the two of you? Todoroki and you walked to where Izuku was and sat beside them.

“Fucking Deku” He mutters as he watches you smile at a shitty joke Izuku probably said.

Bakugo stood up not wanting to see anymore knowing he’d break something again, he walked out of the lunch room as he went to get some air, his quirk wanting to be released. He hid his palms as sweat was building up, he couldn’t wait for some training later. All the pent-up anger he had would finally be gone and he wouldn’t have to see you all up in Todoroki.

As Bakugo was walking back to lunch he could hear your voice ringing in his ears, “Shoto” you face him as he smiles at you, “why does everybody like you? Is it because you’re hot and cool” you laugh as Shoto gave a smile at your idiotic behaviour, trying to supress a laugh at how bad the joke was. Bakugo didn’t want to hear your laugh especially beside Todoroki and even worse you were calling him Shoto. He was still Bakugo, why hadn’t it changed, he’d known you longer, you were friends, weren’t you?

The day continued, you were luckily paired up with Momo who wasn’t as harsh as the guys were, it went a lot quicker than usual, and as you finished getting changed, you left for the dorms. Shoto was waiting outside as you ran up smiling at him as you pushed into him your arms touching, Bakugo had come out at the same time, he was going to ask you to walk to the dorms, immediately his face fell as he saw your arms touching Todoroki.

“Everything all right.” Kirishima asked as he saw Bakugo’s face fall.

Bakugo quickly became his normal angry self, “I want to be in fucking bed.”

“Woah its not even 8PM yet.” Kirishima laughed as they walked back to the dorms.

Arriving at the dorms, Bakugo saw you and Mina on the couch, you were still wearing your uniform with you tie hanging off your neck as the front three buttons were unbuttoned, you’d taken off your shoes left in your socks that you’d brought from your knees down to your ankles.

Both of you hadn’t realised Bakugo was behind you before Mina started speaking again, “you still like him then.”

“Duh! Of course, I do, have you seen him?” You sign leaning against the couch.

Bakugo continued to listen, you liked someone? Who was it? It better not be fucking Icy Hot!

“Well I don’t know; you always hide your feelings from me.”

You look up at Mina, “Oh shut up, I need my bed, Momo hit me across the room.”

“Sounds like you’re changing the subject Y/n” You had stood up putting your socks back to your thighs as you did so.

You stick your tongue out as you flipped her off, “Fuck off.” You laugh walking out of the room.

Bakugo pretended to be walking towards you as if he hadn’t heard anything, “Hey Bakugo, I haven’t seen you all day.” You smile as he gives a scowl.

“Why would I want to see you anyway?” He crossed his arms walking past you.

Hurt. You felt hurt, you’d thought your relationship with Bakugo was improving but now it just seemed like he didn’t care about you even as a friend. “Fuck, how am I supposed to tell him I like him.” You whisper as you walk to the elevator.

The next day rolled out quickly, both Bakugo and you not even looking at each other, Bakugo would normally come in and turn around to see your face every morning, nothing this morning though. You looked down. Had you done something wrong?

You had been partnered up with Shoto which you were happy about needing a friend, the scowl on Bakugo’s face said the opposite for him. He watched as the both of you were sparring, seeing Todoroki hitting you with ice and you were hitting him back with your own quirk.

“Bakugo pay attention.” Kirishima shouted as he was running towards the explosive boy.

Bakugo kept watching before he saw you trip up on Todoroki causing the both of you to fall, you had landed on the hard chest of Todoroki, his arms wrapped around your waist, you both looked at each other staring into each other’s eyes. Your legs were inside his own, laughing in embarrassment as you both stayed in the position to work out the best way to get out of it.

That’s what started it, the blood boiling as Bakugo had watched the scene, you both laughing, finally helping each other get up, you were touching hands, arms, bodies something Bakugo hadn’t done with you. He wasn’t jealous, it wasn’t jealousy. He kept telling himself but with the explosion in his hands that flamed up into a bright yellow hue that looked like it could harm All Might himself, Bakugo threw it at Kirishima who had hardened just in time as he had witnessed Bakugo’s eyes go a blood red.

Kirishima fell to the ground as everybody saw him on the ground, “Kirishima” you say running to him alongside the whole class.

Questions came from the whole class as Bakugo stood there before storming away, you noticed the blond boy leave as you quickly followed trying to not be caught by Aizawa. Bakugo was pacing quickly away as you had to run to catch up to him.

“Bakugo.” You shout as he stops, he slowly turns around his eyes still a blood red looking to murder.

“What?” He spits out.

You walk closer to him, “Where are you going?”

“None of your damn business shitty woman.” You looked up at him before huffing.

This had been the second time Bakugo had let his feelings control his mouth in front of you and it was making it harder to see if he had any feelings back for you.

You spoke as he was looking around, “you don’t need to be a dick.”

You walk back to the class, to make sure Kirishima was fine. He wasn’t hurt that badly, but he already knew that to be partnered up with Bakugo was a cause for disaster to occur. Bakugo had come back and was shouting at something Sero had said as he had been made to partner up with Sero in the meantime. He would give sly looks at you and Todoroki who continued to talk to like a normal person would. Bakugo had finally realised that he had fucked it with you, and you were better off with Icy Hot.

After the class got dismissed you and Todoroki walked back to the dorms again, this time Bakugo couldn’t handle seeing the both of you so close, he pushed past Todoroki hitting shoulders. You look at him as Todoroki was fine but the anger you felt was building up.

“Are you okay?” You ask Todoroki as you both walk into the dorms.

“Yeah I’ve had a lot worse from Bakugo.” He laughs as you give a small smile, he walks towards his room as you go into the elevator, pressing the floor that had Bakugo’s room in.

You paced outside his room contemplating if you should even go inside and shout at him, you finally got the nerves and knocked on the door.

“Who the fuck is it?”

“It’s me.” Bakugo opens the door seeing your frame against his you were wearing you uniform with your tie stuffed in your bag that you’d chucked in your room.

“What the fuck do you want?” He hissed, you barged passed him as he rolled his eyes closing the door as you crossed your arms glaring at him.

He stood in front of you looking pissed, “What the fuck is your problem, first you hurt Kirishima and now you’re getting pissed at Todoroki, what is going on?”

He stays silent, “Really silence, Bakugo fucking tell me what’s going on, we’re…” you pause thinking, did Bakugo even class you as a friend, or where you just another extra to him. “friends.” You finally say.

“I was worried for you that’s all I just don’t want you to get close to Todoroki and get hurt cause then you’ll be sad and you won’t work to your potential and then you won’t be worthy competition.”

You stare at him, thinking of the bullshit you just heard come from his mouth, “Wut?”

“I said what I said.”

“Bakugo you do realise that doesn’t even fucking correlate together.” You look at him as he stares at you, “You’re not jealous or something.”

“What the fuck? No! Of Icy Hot? I’m better than him in every single way. He’s not good at anything, the only difference between us is that he has you and I don’t, I don’t care though, who needs you? I don’t!” The malice dripping from his tongue as he moves closer to you, you could almost feel his body heat against yours.

You look at him smugly, “That’s literally the definition of jealous, you dumbass.”

“I’m not fucking jealous.”

“Whatever.” You mutter before moving closer to him, “if you were I wouldn’t worry I only have eyes for one person…” You stand on your toes going to his ear as you can see his ears turn red, “and its most definitely not Shoto.”

You let go of him as your hands had gone to his chest, he stares down at you, “who is it then?”

Even with him asking casually you could see his eyes watching inventively, “I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“I don’t”

You start walking to his door as he looks at you, “I think I’ll ask him out actually.” You open the door but as soon as Bakugo heard those words he slams the door shut, his arm pushing the door closed as your head was just touching it.

“You are not leaving this fucking room.” He shouts as you cock your head to the side looking at him.

“And why not.” He pauses before speaking, “Don’t be a slut.”

“A slut? Don’t be jealous Katsuki.” You had said his first name without even realising, Bakugo’s eyes fell softly as he stared at you.

“Who do you like?” His arm was still on the door as he looked down almost embarrassed at ignoring your statement.

This was your chance, just say it, say his name Y/n. Do it!

“He’s here right now” You finally mustered out as he looked at you his eyes going wide, he doesn’t speak, just admired processing what he had just heard.

Your back had been to the door as his hand travelled to your throat softly grabbing it as he brought your lips to him, his lips were soft compared to your chapped lips, finally gaining moisture, the kiss became hungrier and hungrier. His hand choking you slightly as you were in between him pressed against the door, his other hand had travelled to your waist, with your hands in his hair. Slowly pushing himself onto you as you felt the kiss deepen.

You both let go to feel air before you finally spoke, the distance between your lips being a mere centimetre, “maybe I was jealous.” He spoke softly.

“Maybe?” You give a small giggle as you both go in for another kiss, feeling his warmth and safety around you.

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violetarks · 4 years ago

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Hii!! Yknow those fics about their childrrn going back in time and meeting their parents?? I was hoping you could do that but fem reader with Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, Iida (and if you do girls, maybe yaomomo, uraraka and mina with adoptive children) thank you!!

their kid comes to the past

anime: my hero academia

characters: bakugou katsuki, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, iida tenya, yaoyorozu momo, uraraka ochaco, ashido mina

summary: your kid travels to the past where you and your partner haven't begun to even date yet.

a/n: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, third person pov

↣ bakugou katsuki:

"You dumbass!" Bakugou yelled at her, explosions coming from his palms as he glared at her, "I told you to put the garlic and then the onions!"

Y/N growled back, taking the pan off of the stove and placing the half-cooked onions back onto the chopping board, "You just pointed at said 'those ones'! Be specific next time, moron!"

Bakugou grit his teeth, shaking his head as he washed the rice.

The two of them were tasked for dinner tonight. They had to cook for the rest of the students, which didn't seem as hard as first intended. Nobody was really picky, not even Yao-Momo, who had tasted the finest of foods the world had to offer. Since it was Bakugou's turn, everyone expected something spicy. And they would be right.

They were in the kitchen, both Y/N and Bakugou. They asked Y/N to help to make sure he didn't overload on the hotness. In the food. That is. As they both continued to talk — more like bicker — and cook, the entrance to the dorms swung open and in walked someone.

"I'm home!" A voice called.

Bakugou grunts in return as Y/N waves her hand, still looking away.

"Hey, so how was it?" Y/N replied, now slipping the garlic onto the stove.

A couple of their friends had gone off to help Midoriya fix up a present and party for his mother's birthday. Midoriya had originally asked Uraraka and Iida for help, but then Mina overheard and said her and Kaminari could assist them. So the five of them went to the mall and should be back any minute.

"Ugh, I'm so tired. Walking home took way more longer than usual." The same voice replied, sitting at the table, "I bumped into a kid on my way back, and the mother was really nice. Also, Nakano told me to tell you that Uncle Eiji wants to come over for a few drinks."

It's on those last sentences that Y/N stops stiring the pan and that Bakugou blinks at the ricecooker. The voice sounded... different. Not someone they talked to on a daily basis, which they do with all of Class 1-A. They glance at each other before turning around to the person.

At the table sat a boy around their age, flicking through his phone as he held his cheek in his palm. He had H/C spiky hair and vermillion eyes. He looked... oddly like the girl standing next to Bakugou.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" Bakugou yelled, hands crackling by his quirk as he stormed towards the boy.

"Bakugou!" Y/N shouted, following after him after turning off the stove, "Calm down a sec, idiot!"

Bakugou glared at her before the boy at the table stood up and gasped, "Woah! You guys look so young! Is it that new moisturiser Mum got the other day?"

He pointed to Y/N. She held her breath. "What... What did you call me?" She mumbled out, clutching onto her shirt.

The boy's smile suddenly drops before looking around the room. "The fuck?" He says, covering his mouth soon after and looking at the two students, "S—Sorry! It's just... what happened to this place?"

Bakugou growled, hand against the table as explosions cover it, "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here, you extra?"

The boy blinks. "Geez, Mum wasn't lying when she said you cursed a lot when you were young..." He said, staring at the smoke coming off of the table, "I guess that kid had a quirk..."

Y/N furrows her brows, crossing her arms over her chest. "Tell us what's going on." She stated, sounding serious — which made Bakugou stare at her for a moment, "Before we get our teacher, and you do not want to meet him."

The kid clicked his fingers and pointed when at her. "Oh! Grandpa Aizawa?" He chuckles, making Y/N stiffen up, "Yeah, he still kicks my ass in training. He's amazing for an old hag."

He watched as their expressions only hardened, quirks forming around them. That's when the kid jumps, standing back and shaking his hands at them.

"Wait, wait, wait!" He shouts out at them, making Y/N and Bakugou's glare soften a bit, "M—My name is Itsuki! Bakugou Itsuki! I'm you're son that you have in the future!"

Y/N widens her eyes before shaking her head. "What? As if!" She called, stepping towards him with her hands in fists, "Is this just some sick excuse to infiltrate UA?"

Itsuki gasps again, back against the wall before digging out the phone in his pocket, "Hold on! I know you!"

Y/N raised a brow, tilting her head to the side. "Okay then, tell me what you know." She says.

Itsuki lets out a breath. "Your maiden name is L/N Y/N and you went to the same middle school as Uncle Eiji and Aunt Mina." He told them, making Bakugou clench his fingers around his arms, "You always have your charger on you wherever you go because you're scared of being unprepared for it losing battery."

She squinted. "That's what everyone knows about me." She said, "And what about Bakugou?"

"You're favourite food is Mum's spicy ramen!" Itsuki tells Bakugou, who widens his eyes before hardening his glare at him.

"I hate her cooking." Bakugou states, crossing his arms over his chest.

"No you don't." Y/N retorts, glaring over her shoulder, "You finish it every time I make it for you. But so what? Bakugou likes spicy food." She look back at Itsuki.

Itsuki then panicked, lifting his shoulders and leaning towards them. "I know something that you've only told two people!" He claims, pointing two fingers up.

"And what is that?" She sighs, hand on her hip.

Itsuki smiles at the small chance. He stated, looking as confident as ever, "You kissed Dad at Uncle Denki's birthday party out at some bowling alley."

Y/N and Bakugou held their breaths, freezing up as they listened to the kid. Holy shit.

Itsuki, thankful that they realised he was right, went on, clapping his hands, "He said that you had something on your face — cheesy as Hell, by the way, Dad — and held you face in his hand before you pulled him down to kiss you."

Y/N felt her face burn and Bakugou grit his teeth once again, hitting Y/N upside the head. She whined, holding where he hit her, "Ow! Bakugou, what the Hell?"

"Who else did you fucking tell, dumbass?" He asked her, other hand on his hip.

She grumbled, looking away from the two of them, "Well... Mina might've asked me why you and me took so long to find the bathroom and I was still caught up in the moment—"

Bakugou glared at her harder.

"Hey! You're not so innocent yourself, Bakugou!" Y/N accused, jutting a finger into his chest, "I know you told Kirishima and Kaminari!"

Bakugou's jaw dropped, hearing Itsuki snicker behind them.

"Kami teased me the next day saying I 'made you more distracted in class by my lips' and Kirishima warned me about it." She explained before her eyes landed on Itsuki again, "Doesn't matter! It's just that... he must be right. He's our son."

Bakugou then shook his head, walking towards the boy who was their kid. He reached up and smacked the back of his head. Itsuki grunts, "Dad! Jesus, you're can be so fucking mean!"

"Shut it, extra!" Bakugou retorts, dragging the two of them back to the kitchen, "Since you're another mouth to feed, then you're helping. God knows your mother can't cook for shit."

"Hey! Don't say that! You're just terrible at explaining things!" She explained, Itsuki laughing at them.

He sighed out, chopping the green onions, "You guys are still the same. By the way, how old are you two?"

Y/N looks over her shoulder and says, "We're 16. Why?"

Itsuki laughs even louder, pushing the green onions aside as Bakugou slices the meat, "Man, you two are gonna' be in for a surprise in five years."

↣ kirishima eijiro:

"Y/N, where's Kirishima?" Mina asked, chin in her palm, "I thought you said he'd be back in time to help us make lunch."

Y/N sighed, checking her phone again, "He should be. That's what he said. Maybe something came up."

Kirishima and Y/N were friends. For now.

They had a crush on each other and almost acted like a couple, except the kissing. As much as they wanted to. You would've thought they were from the hand holding and cute jokes they share.

Right now, Kirishima was off training. He liked training in the morning, so as soon as a few people got up, he was ready to leave. This morning, Y/N saw him and wished him luck. He smiled at her cutely before thanking her.

She shrugged her shoulders as she helped make fried rice, "I'm sure he'll be back soon."

In barged Kirishima. "Guys! This kid won't stop crying and I have no clue what to do!" He shouted, holding a child in his arms.

Everyone rushed over at the sound of a little kid, crowding around the two of them. The child didn't look any older than maybe... five or six-years-old. Some of them were worried about her intense crying, whilst other stood back and watched, not really sure what to do (Todoroki, mainly.).

"Aw, look at the little gal!" Kaminari said in a high pitched voice, leaning over to be face to face with the child.

"Careful, Kaminari, she's crying." Jirou said, pulling him back, "Kirishima, where did you find her?"

Kirishima pat her back, lifting his shoulders as he explained, "She was just sitting in the middle of the dorm paths, crying and calling out for her mum. I couldn't find anyone else so I just brought her here."

Y/N peeked over Mina's shoulder, seeing the small child. She had black hair with big red eyes, tears running down her face. She held onto Kirishima's shirt tightly, still wailing in fear.

Y/N moved closer, tilting her head at the small girl and squatting down a bit. "Hey, what's your name?" She asked quietly, hands on her knees. The kid looks towards her, tears halting for a few seconds. "You can call me 'Y/N'. Do you perhaps remember your mother's na—?"

"MAMA!" The girl suddenly cried out, unleashing herself from Kirishima and jumping into Y/N's arms, "Mama, I'm scared!"

The class was silent as Y/N fell back onto the floor, holding the girl in her arms. She blinked a few times. "'Mama'?" She repeated, feeling the tears of the child stain her shirt, "Wait, I'm not—"

"I'm sorry, Mama!" She cried, holding her shirt even tighter and digging her face into her chest, "I lost you when we went to the park and—and I can't see you! Papa, he—"

The girl pointed towards Kirishima.

"Papa found me and asked where you were, I said—... said..." She began, before she started crying again, "I'm sorry, Mama! I'm sorry!"

The others were whispering as Y/N gently rubbed the girl's back. She didn't know what to say. This kid thought that Kirishima and Y/N were her parents? Delusional! Outrageous!

But Y/N only sighed, closing her eyes and patting her head, "It's okay. I'm sure Mama won't be too mad. Do you remember your name?"

The girl sniffed, pulling away a little, "Nakano..."

"And your family name, Nakano?" Y/N asked, smiling warmly at the girl.

Kirishima couldn't help but blush at her.

Everyone was struck by her calm nature. Yaoyorozu, Mina and Uraraka went to go get Mr Aizawa to talk about the situation. The others went to continue on lunch, Iida pointing out that the little girl might want to eat.

"My family name?" Nakano mumbled, holding her chin in her hand, "Oh! You mean Mama and Papa's name?"

Y/N chuckled, nodding her head.

"My name is Kirishima Nakano!" Nakano announced to them all, "Mama, your name is Kirishima Y/N and Papa's name is Kirishima Eijiro!"

Everyone froze.

And then Kaminari jumped up from his spot at the couch. "Wait, you're Kirishima's girlfriend?" He called out, looking to Y/N incredulously, "Aw man! Why didn't you tell us sooner?"

Kirishima and Y/N glanced at each other. "No, no, no, we're not together!" Kirishima claimed, standing in front of them, "There must be something going on!"

The rest of their friends were arguing about secret relationships and trust between them all. Kirishima tried to dismiss it all and clear thr subject.

Y/N was staring at Nakano. She just looked so... familiar. That's when Kirishima glanced down at the two of them again. He gave her a sorry look. For some reason, the same look Nakano was giving her.

"Nakano, what's your quirk?" She asked, hands on Nakano's shoulders.

Nakano rubbed her cheek before sniffing, wiping her nose. She then replied, "Mama, you said I have the same one as your pa. Time... Time-something..."

"Time-travelling." Y/N finished, furrowing her brows. She looked up to Kirishima. "I think Nakano is telling the truth. She's our... daughter."

Kirishima gazed at her silently. Then at Nakano. Now that he thought of it, she kind of looked like Y/N a lot. When Nakano looked over to him, Kirishima felt his heart flutter at the thought of her being his daughter.

"Really?" He muttered out, kneeling down in front of them, "I'm her father in the future?"

"I'm guessing." She replied, letting Nakano stand in between them.

Nakano sniffed, beginning to cry again as she reached towards Kirishima, "Papa!"

Kirishima gaped, feeling Nakano wrap her arms around his neck and hug him tightly, "Ah—Nakano, it's okay! Look, nobody's upset at you!"

She sniffed again, looking around to see everyone smiling at her. They hoped to make her feel better, to show that no one blamed her.

"Not even Mama?" Nakano asked, gazing over to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, shaking her head. She pat Nakano's head. "Of course not, Nakano." She hummed back.

↣ kaminari denki:

"Denki!" Y/N shouted out, running towards him as he turned around, "I told you to wait for me!"

Kaminari widened his eyes before holding his palms together. "Ah! Sorry, Y/N! I totally forgot we were walking to class together!" He claimed as she took her spot beside him, "You can't blame me, I was studying with everyone 'til I dropped dead!"

Y/N rolled her eyes, fixing her tie before sighing out, "I told you not to be up too late, Denki."

Being best friends with the electric teen had its perks and downfalls. He had a great sense of fashion, always knew how to hype you up and was fun to stick around. But he also forgot a lot of things, told you that whatever you wanted to do to just do it, and no matter what he always wanted to know why Y/N was always stuttering so hard every time he mentioned her love life.

Y/N stretched her arms out in front of her. "Should we go somewhere after school? I know that there's a good sweets shop that opened up a few streets down." She said, hands in her pockets, "I'll even pay."

Kaminari smirked and nudged her shoulder. "Oh? Finally asking me out, are you, Y/N?" He chuckled, seeing her roll her eyes and push him away.

"You wish, Denki." She said back.

A person falling from the sky is what pulled them out of their thoughts. A girl who looked a few years younger than them. She was wearing a middle school uniform.

Y/N widened her eyes, rushing over to her. "Oh God! Are you okay?" She asks, kneeling down beside her.

The girl looked up, blinked a few times before gasping, scrambling to her knees. She mumbled out, forehead against the floor and palms beside her head, "Ah! I'm so sorry! I know you said not to come along, but I—I got really curious!"

Y/N tilted her head, hands on her knees as the girl apologised. She looked behind her, seeing Kaminari standing with his hand on his hip. He seemed just as confused as her.

"I'm sorry, uh... did something happen?" Y/N asked, smiling softly.

The girl sat up instantly. "I saw you and Dad beating up that big built guy!" She spoke, hand on her bicep, "He was super duper tall and I can't believe you do that for a living! Man, UA is gonna' be so hard..."

Kaminari then squat down beside Y/N, nudging her side. "Do you know this girl?" He whispered, getting a 'no' in return.

"Wait, why are you guys in your UA uniforms? Are you having a reunion again?" The girl questioned, pointing at the both of them as she scratched her blonde hair.

Y/N lifted her shoulders before placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Do we know you?" She asked.

"Hey! Mum don't do this to me!" The girl whined, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck and hugging her close, "Dad said that when you do that it means you don't wanna' be associated with us!"

She glanced at Kaminari. "Dad! Tell Mum to stop!" She kept saying, tugging on his sleeve.

Kaminari and Y/N shared a look, standing up and unhooking the shorter girl from her shoulders. "I'm being serious. Can you tell us your name, age and how old... we are?" Y/N asked in a low tone.

The girl had blonde hair with H/C stripes on the side. She had E/C eyes and acted an awful lot like how Kaminari did in his own situations with Y/N. It was weird.

"My name is Kaminari Nariko, I'm 10-years-old." She said, making Kaminari widen his eyes, "Mum and Dad are 32."

"'Kaminari'?" Y/N said, looking up to the boy beside her, "She a relative of yours, Denki?"

"She's our daughter from the future." He said bluntly, holding onto Nariko's shoulders, "She has to be."

Nariko nodded her head as Y/N shook hers. "What? Our daughter from the future?" She gasped, waving her hands around, "How the Hell do you know that?"

Kaminari sheepishly looked away. He touched the ends of his pointer fingers together and hummed, "Well... I—I've always wanted to name my kid 'Nariko', and I really, really, really like you, and... she kinda' looks like us, so..."

Nariko smiled, jumping into Kaminari's arms. "See? Dad gets it!" She giggled as Y/N watched them, "I'm pretty sure that villain you guys were fighting used his quirk on me."

Y/N rubbed her eyes before taking a deep breath in. "Okay. Okay. If that's how it is, then let's go to Mr Aizawa." She said, taking Kaminari and Nariko's hands, walking off.

It was silent. Until Kaminari leaned down to her and whispered, "Does this mean that we have a date after school?"

Y/N looked away for a second. "Yeah... Yeah, okay."

↣ iida tenya:

"Mr Aizawa!" Iida called in class, standing from his seat with his hand up, "May I ask who this girl is next to you?"

The whole class turned their attention to the girl with H/C-coloured hair beside Mr Aizawa, wearing the UA uniform. The teacher seemed to visibly be irritated by the question before he pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up straighter.

"You all may call her 'Tenshi', she'll be under my supervision for the time being." He explains, gesturing the the girl beside him, "We won't know for how long. But for now, let her feel welcome and show her around."

The class erupted in chatter as soon as Aizawa allowed them, everyone crowding around the new girl. Most of them wanted to know her relation to Mr Aizawa, some thinking she was his secret child and others thinking she was his niece. Tenshi seemed startled.

"Please refrain from crowing her!" Iida called, waving his hand around, "You will overwhelm the new student. We do not want to make her feel uncomfortable."

Y/N smiled at Iida before turning to see the girl. She was already looking back at her. Y/N held out her hand. "My name is L/N Y/N. It's nice to meet you." She stated.

"I know." Tenshi replied, looking in awe.

"You... know?" Y/N hummed, pulling her hand away.

Tenshi panicked, waving her hands in the air as she spoke out, "Wait—I mean that I know of you, UA is pretty famous..."

The day had continued with Tenshi's weird outbursts. Iida had noticed that she seemed very familiar. She looked like someone he knew. Someone he thought about a lot. But he couldn't quite pin it down

It wasn't until lunch that he knew.

"Tenshi! Come sit with us!" Uraraka called out, gesturing to their table at the lost girl.

Tenshi awkwardly made her way over with her tray, setting herself next to Y/N. "Uh... Thanks, Uraraka. I appreciate it." She said quietly, thanking for the meal as well.

"So, Tenshi, where are you from?" Midoriya asked, taking a sip from his drink.

"I'm... from around here." Tenshi replied, glancing at Iida and Y/N just briefly, "I just haven't been on this side of town..."

Y/N chuckles, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, "Well, if you ever want to take a look around, I'd be glad to help."

Tenshi stared at her before smiling widely. "That'd be great. Thank you."

Iida began coughing, holding onto his chest as he painfully suffered. Midoriya pat the boy's back, asking if he was okay. Iida had just realised who Tenshi reminded him of. It was the way her and Y/N smiled, and the look in both their eyes when they spoke nicely to another. Iida knew that now, Tenshi reminded him of the one who he loved for a while. L/N Y/N.

"Iida, are you okay?" Y/N asked, playing a hand over his assuredly.

Iida glanced at Tenshi, who seemed a bit sorry. "I'm fine, L/N. Thank you." He chimed, wiping his mouth before sipping his water.

On their way to class, Tenshi stopped Iida. She tugged on his blazer, waiting until the others were gone. When they were out of sight, she sighed, "So you figured it out?"

"I haven't figured out anything." Iida spoke, shaking his head and fixing his glasses, "It's just... are you related to L/N somehow? You two look an awful lot alike."

Tenshi waited a moment before bursting out in laughter. God, even that sounded like her. "Listen, I'm about to tell you something and you may not believe me." She said, getting a nod in return. Iida's brain was wracking for answers. "I'm your daughter from the future."

Iida held his breath. He must be hearing wrong. Tenshi was his daughter?

"You look like you don't believe me." Tenshi stated, sitting down on a nearby bench, "Hold on. I've got something to prove it."

She rolled down her knee-high socks, showing off the slimmer and smaller pipes coming out of her calfs. Just like Iida's. He jumped, nearly breaking his glasses. "M—My quirk!" He gasped, making Tenshi laugh again.

"I guess I went back in time when I went over my limit." Tenshi claimed, rolling her socks back up, "I landed here yesterday and told Aizawa about it. He seemed pretty calm, and I was freaking out."

He couldn't believe it. He had a daughter. Hold on a second. Let's real that back real quick. "If that's true... that doesn't explain why you look so much like L/N."

Tenshi widened his eyes at Iida. "Dad... You're smart." She reminded him, standing up with her hand on her hip, "Do the math."

Iida held his chin in his hand. He began to go through each and every solution to this problem he was facing, staring off into space. Maybe it was just a coincidence, it's said that at least three people look like you. Maybe that was the reason.

Or the most plausible one.

He gulped, fixing his glasses. "Is... Is L/N the mother?" He questioned out loud, shoulders stiff as he waited for the answer. He was hoping for—

"Yep. She is."

Iida couldn't help but smile. He covered his mouth, letting out little chuckles. He couldn't believe he ended up with the girl who he had his mind on for ages.

Once he saw Tenshi giggle, he fixed his glasses and blazer, standing up straight. "Ahem." He cleared his throat, looking down to her, "I... I understand. Thank you for telling me, Tenshi. It means a lot."

He gave her a thankful smile.

"Ah, don't sweat it, Dad." Tenshi said, waving her hand dismissively, "Let me just say that you two were practically made for each other."

Iida grins again. He goes to ask something when footsteps turn the corner.

"Iida! Tenshi!" Y/N called, walking over to them, "Mr Aizawa wants us back in class. Are you guys okay?"

She tilted her head as they shared a look. Smiles and knowing eyes. Iida turned back to Y/N.

"We're fine. We all are."

↣ yaoyorozu momo:

Y/N groaned, pushing the door open with her bag over her shoulder, "Hey, everyone, I'm back."

Kirishima looked over the back of the couch, smiling at her. "Hey, L/N, how was training with Ectoplasm?" He questioned, seeing her kick off her shoes at the door and place them where they were supposed to be.

"Tiring as always, Kirishima. I wanted to die." She replied, taking off her jacket, "Have you seen Momo anywhere? She said she'd be here to hang out after my training."

Kaminari pointed to the roof of the common room. "Uh, she's in her dorm. Just a warning, I'm pretty sure she brought her dog or something with her." He said, leaning back into the chair, "I don't know if you wanna' go ahead and mix into that, but your choice, L/N."

Y/N only shrugged, thanking them before making her way up to Yaoyorozu's dorm room.

She and Yaoyorozu had been together for around two months. It was hard at first, as any relationship was. Mainly because they got together right before final exams were announced, so they were studying and such. But now that the exams had finished, they had all the time to hang out together.

Y/N sighed, opening the door to Yaoyorozu's room quickly, "Momo, baby, you have no idea what the Hell happened at training today—"

She stopped upon seeing a bunch of dresses sprawled out on the floor. With further inspection, Y/N finds that all these dresses are small. Too small for Yaoyorozu to be wearing. She then blinks before looking up towards Yaoyorozu's bed, which she got resized to fit her room.

"Oh! Y/N, you're back!" Yaoyorozu called, sitting up on her bed with her hands pressed together, "I've got great news!"

Y/N looked around again, closing the door and picking up the clothes on the floor. "Momo, I didn't think you'd be messy. What are you even doing?" She chuckled, helping Yaoyorozu put the dresses back on the hangers.

"Oh, I'm sorry, we were just having so much fun!" Yaoyorozu claims, sitting down beside Y/N and leaning her head against her shoulder, "We're having a little fashion show right now."

Y/N peered down at her before asking, "Oh? You and who else?"

Out of Yaoyorozu's bathroom came a young girl, no more than seven-years-old, in a giant blue princess dress that most definitely was one of Yaoyorozu's. The girl wore a big smile with her hair done up so prettily.

"Ma'! I'm finished, look how pretty the dress it!" She giggled, rushing towards Yaoyorozu with her arms spread out wide, "Thank you, Ma', it's beautiful!"

Y/N widened her eyes. She stared at the young girl calling her girlfriend 'Ma'. As in 'mother'. She took a deep breath in. The girl looked exactly like royalty.

Yaoyorozu leaned down and pulled the girl onto her lap, smoothing out the creases of the skirt. "You look amazing, sweetie." Yaoyorozu stated, "You want to show Mama' your princess walk?"

It was if the little kid had just noticed Y/N sitting beside Yaoyorozu. Because the girl instantly dragged Y/N into a hug, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Mama', you're here! Ma' gave me so many dresses to bring home!" The girl said, looking up to Y/N, "She said I got hit with a weird quirk at school today, and when I woke up, I was here!"

Y/N took another breath in, holding onto the girl's shoulders, "You did? Oh... Well, what's your name, uh..." She wracked her brain for a nickname for this kid. "Princess?"

The girl's eyes lit up with stars as she jumped onto the floor, the skirt flowing around her. "Yes! That's me, I'm princess!" She giggled, running around the room to collect the dresses she liked, "My name is Mizuki! L/N Mizuki!"

Y/N's eyes softened once the parts fell into place. This was her kid. With Yaoyorozu. And she was gorgeous, Mizuki was a bright young girl who was enthusiastic about new things. Y/N already loved her.

She supposed that this was what Kaminari meant by Yaoyorozu bringing a 'dog or something' into her room.

↣ uraraka ochaco:

"Today, your core classes will be 15 minutes shorter." Mr Aizawa announced in the morning, making everyone cheer in happiness, "That's because your tournament against the other class is coming up. You'll be training extra hard in Hero Basics. I expect all of you to work hard."

The red glow in his eyes made the class shiver before nodding their heads with a small 'yes sir'.

Aizawa began to flip through the papers in his hands before his eyes trace a new file in his pile. He clears hid throat, grabbing the students' attention. "Also — L/N, Uraraka." He spoke, making them both look up to him curiously, "You need to go see Recovery Girl as soon as possible. I recommend you go now."

Y/N and Uraraka glanced at each other from the other side of the room. The brunette then held up her hand. "Um, what is it for? Are we in trouble?" She questioned worriedly.

Aizawa shook his head, grabbing at his sleeping bag. "No. You just need to go talk to her. That is all." He spoke, already moving into the comfy thing.

Y/N stood up from her seat and walked over to Uraraka. "Did you want to go now?" She asked the girl, hands behind her back, "We have full classes today, so we could use this extra time."

Uraraka shot up from her spot, hands on the desk. She excitedly replied, "Sure! Let's go now!"

Y/N and Uraraka were pretty much friends at this point. Where she hung out with Mina and Jirou, Uraraka spent time with Iida and Midoriya. However, they were somewhat close. Which was why Uraraka had such a big crush on her.

Y/N was beautiful, incredibly nice as well as supportive. She'd be there to help anyone up onto their feet again. One time, she caught Uraraka a bit upset about her situation with her parents, so Y/N spent the whole period just around her. She wanted to make sure Uraraka was okay. By the end of it, she was.

"Recovery Girl?" Y/N called, opening the door after knocking. She peered around and noticed the woman with another boy, someone they hadn't seen before. "Mr Aizawa said you wanted to speak to us."

Recovery Girl nodded her head, hopping off her chair as she walked towards them. "L/N, Uraraka. Good thing you came here as soon as possible." She said, motioning them to walk towards the patient bed where the boy was sitting, "You both know of all the unique quirks this world has. And how they effect us all."

The girls nod their heads.

"This young boy was hit with a time-travelling quirk." Recovery Girl states, gesturing to the boy, "And he says that he's from the far future. His name is Fujin. Do you recognise him at all?"

Uraraka and Y/N turned to the boy. He sat up straight and gulped, feeling more nervous under their gaze. Y/N shook her head after a moment and Uraraka said 'no'.

Recovery Girl glanced at Fujin. The boy waves his hands and speaks, "Oh! They won't recognise me, I'm actually adopted."

The woman nods her head, holding her cane out in front of her. She then gave a glance towards Uraraka and Y/N. "I suppose I'll just have to tell you straight." Recovery Girl sighed out, "This young man claims to be your son from the future. The both of you."

Time had stopped for Y/N and Uraraka. The girls shared a look with each other, the tips of their ears burning at the thought of having a kid with their friend. Who would've guessed that they'd end up with their high school crush?

Uraraka placed her hands on her cheeks, unknowingly activating her quirk as she gasped, "W—Wait, really? Me and Y/N adopt a boy in the future? Are you serious?"

Fujin dug through his pockets as soon as Uraraka began talking. He stated, "I have proof! You and Mum get married after you become Pros! Look!"

His phone screen showed the picture of the two of them. Uraraka and Y/N, smiling at the camera, holding onto each other. They had bands around their left ring fingers. This was definitely taken at the wedding, since Kirishima, Midoriya, Iida and Todoroki were in the background of it, clapping and cheering for the newly wed couple.

"O—Ochaco!" Y/N called as the brunette began to drift in the air, knees to her chest, "You're floating again!"

Uraraka covered her face as she moved around in the air. She whined, "I'm sorry! I just—I don't know how to react!"

Fujin huffed, pointing at Uraraka with a neutral expression, "Huh. So that's where the joke comes from."

Y/N looked towards Fujin. He wore a small smile and blinked at her, although so nervous. Kind of like how Uraraka acted sometimes. Y/N turned her head back to Uraraka, grabbing her elbow and dragging her down towards her.

"Hey, Ochaco, it's okay." Y/N said, arm around Uraraka's shoulder to keep her still, "Look, no one is panicking. Everything is fine. We'll be fine, and so will Fujin."

Uraraka mumbled, hands on Y/N's shoulders, "I... I just, um, I don't know if you know, but I might have a crush on you—"

"Oh, I know." Y/N spoke, lips pressed into a thin line, "I mean, everyone knows. I just didn't want to confront you in case you weren't comfortable about it."

Uraraka sniffed, pout on her lips and upward brows, like she was worried. She placed her hands on Uraraka's cheeks and squished them a bit. "Don't worry, I have a crush on you too." Y/N chuckled, tilting her head to the side, "You're pretty cute when you don't know what to say."

Uraraka gulped as Y/N pulled her into a warm hug. Fujin laughed in the background, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head with closed eyes, "Ah, I guess I came here while you were First Years. Sorry about that..."

Y/N glanced over to Fujin. As Uraraka deactivated her quirk and landed on the ground, Fujin jumped off the bed and stood in front of them. He was shorter, just by a little bit. He hums, "Come to think of it, you guys aren't that different from your older versions."

"Hm? How so?" Y/N asked, hand on her hip.

"Uncle Deku and Uncle Tenya are still your best friends, right? And Eijiro and Bakugou?" Fujin questioned, seeing the girls nod in return, "And you still float when you get embarrassed. And you still calm her down with the same exact words."

Y/N smiles, slipping her hand into Uraraka's, "It sounds like a pretty cool future for us."

↣ ashido mina:

"Y/N! Let's go grab some crapes!" Mina called, wrapping her arm around Y/N's and pulling her along.

Y/N chuckles, walking with her, "Okay, okay, let me just grab my bag."

The whole group was out for some fun, seeing as their exams were done and needed time off. Right now, everyone was getting lunch. Kirishima and Bakugou were getting some food at the spicy meat part of the cafeteria. Sero, Kaminari and Jirou were getting some rice and yakitori, and Mina had dragged Y/N to get something sweet.

Mina pulled out her wallet as Jirou warned them not to get too much before they all went shopping. Y/N picked out the right amount of money as Mina mumbled out which flavour she wanted.

After a few minutes, they got what they wanted and began to make their way back to their seats. Only for someone to run into Mina by accident.

"Hey!" Mina gasped, bumped into Y/N and covering her dessert so it wouldn't fall, "Who was that?"

Y/N placed her hands on Mina's shoulders to steady her as she glanced at the girl who was rubbing her head. "Uh, hello?" She hummed, pulling Mina towards hers, "Y'know, it's polite to say 'sorry' after you bump into someone."

The young girl couldn't be anything more than 9-years-old, wiping her eyes and looking around frantically. Her beautifully flowing black hair swayed in the air before she gazed up at Y/N and Mina, who were staring at her curiously. "Mama!" She called, suddenly all cheery and happy as she clutches onto Mina's leg. "I found you, Mama!"

"W—Wait, me?" Mina huffed, holding onto Y/N's arm tightly.

"Yes, you!" The little girl giggled, dancing around the both of them, "I saw you and Mummy walking to the crape store and I want to get one too!"

Y/N blinked at the girl, kneeling down as Mina held onto the back of her shirt carefully. "Uh... Here, if you want some crapes, you can have some of mine...?" She offered, not really sure how to react.

As the little girl giggles and nodded her head, Y/N handed her the crape she bought. Then, she leaned into Mina. "You don't recognise her at all?" Y/N asked quietly, holding onto her hand tightly.

When Mina shook her head, Y/N sighed. They couldn't just leave the girl here. That'd be insane!

"Hey, listen." Y/N said, placing a hand on top of the kid's head, "Do you have a picture of your parents? Maybe we can help find them."

The girl finished the food in her mouth before handing Y/N the crape back. "Wait, wait! Look, Mummy, it's you and Mama!" She claimed, taking the necklace from around her neck and holding it up to them. She undid the locket attached and presented the photo inside.

There, a picture of Y/N, Mina and this young girl had laid. The two students looked older in this photo, sitting down with the girl sitting on Y/N's lap. They were all smiling widely as their photo was being taken. This looked like it was taken ten years into the future.

"That's us!" Mina gasped, shaking Y/N's shoulder frantically. Y/N blinked before seeing how much the girl looked at them with adoration.

"You're our kid." Y/N huffed out, running a hand up her arm, "You must've gotten my grandfather's quirk. What's your name?"

"Yui!" She replied, now holding onto Y/N's jacket tightly.

"Well, Yui." Y/N said, already tugging her back to the group she had come to the mall with, "Would you like to meet everyone else? I'm sure they'll love you."

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