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katsukikoi · 11 months ago

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hi atlas! can i have a Kirishima x reader agnst to fluff?

Where reader is apart of a group of young pro heros, and Kirishima is jealous of it? Or, Kirishima doesn't spend enough time with her because he is hanging out with other girls?

hi sugar, i'll give it a go!

character; kirishima x f!reader

themes; young prohero reader with a jealous kirishima

warnings; hurt, swearing, insecurity, jealous, yelling. (not proof read, may have incorrections.)

y/n was introduced because of the recent nomu attacks in japan, her group she was apart of, was humbly asked by all might if they could give a helping hand. Them loving action and protecting, jumping in to help.

They had to go through the process of going back into school while being proheros. Which, was a lot of effort for some of the girls. Namely, pro hero, Terminator. Terra for short.

When the four elemental quirked users came into the class, they were swamped with questions, ranging from how they became proheros so young, how did they train their quirks ect.

y/n, stayed away as much as she could from being swamped, along with Magnus who sticked far away from tsunami and boltus who where eating up the attention and answering the questions with ease.

"they are really up in our business huh?" y/n asked her teammate who swiftly nodded.

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it wasn't long until the group settled in though, answering questions, partaking in training and showing their peers how to use their quirks better.

It was on one training, where y/n was paired with the passionate and sweet Kirishima, and the ruff housing bakguo.

Although her quirk didnt work as well with bakugo, it worked hand and hand with kirishima. A hardening quirk next to an earthly one.

"bakugo? i think, after this training you should go with tsunami! She can help with control more since her quirk does smiliar things to yours" y/n kindly spoke making this boy tch but nod, "dont tell me what to do brat." he scoffed, but he took up the offer anyways.

"Hey bakubro! dont be so mean to the pretty girl" kirishima beamed, making the slightly older girl's eyes widened, just a bit.

"he thinks im pretty?" she mentally spoke,

___ It was like that, on and on, the two always getting paired up, always hanging out. It came to a point that everyone knew that they liked each other and where always shipped together.

They werent wrong, weeks after the rumors, they did start dating. And they were going really well, talking to each other, light kisses and sweet talk. Not too much pda, since y/n was a pro hero still, and she didnt like everyone in her business.

It went like this, for months. Until, LOV, attacked. The elements protecting the students they could, shielding them with their powers and defending.

God kirishima, loved when his girl fought. Everytime she did, he would feel a growing pride swell up in his chest. But there was a lingering feeling that he couldnt pin point. It wasnt important to him so he would ignore it.

He would try and help out, only to be kindly pushed away by terra. It annoys him that she did, terra—y/n, is so much stronger. Better than him. Why would she need help?

It was at the dorms when he watched everyone get along, even bakugo would chime in with tsunami. It made him happy bakugo was, but when he looked at y/n and sero he would get irritated. He would huff out, turn and give mina all his attention, even when his pretty girl was trying to get his attention.

It went on and on, kirishima now understands he would never be good enough for y/n. Shes a pro hero for fuck sake. Shes only here to help, she will leave right after anyway.

“eji? are you okay my pretty boy?” she’d ask, he would mumble a half assed reply, “yeah.” then walk away.

This time, she re-tried. “kiri?” she softly spoke, grabbing his wrist gently. “stop fucking grabbing me like that, l/n” he spoke, harshly tugging her. Making her fall down as she was in shock.

“wasting my time.” he spoke, right before she took the impact.

Once the bang was heard, poor kirishima looked back and his girl’s head was bleeding. He went down to check up on her, making her push him away.

“im fine.” she gruffed out. Standing up shakingly as she grabbed on the wall.

“baby!” he spoke, trying to grab her. “dont bother, ill waste your time anyways.” she spoke, her tone unkind. Mimicking his tone and gaze moments before.

As she walked out, kirishima realised he messed up. His jealousy and insecurity led him to hurt his lover. Gulit struck kirishima, it spread like lightning all over his body.

Not once did she looked at him, not once in the last week. But kirishima would look at her, gosh he would look. With pain, gulit and desire.

“shitty hair, what the hell did you do?” bakugo would ask, during their training. Kirishimas once partner now swapped with bakguo as she trained with tsunami.

“i, was jealous and insecure. I accidentally hurt her.” he whimpered out, tears brimming his pretty face was bakugo gave him a (attractive) ugly face. “ha? dumbass.” he knocked his knuckles on the boys head. “fix it, your wasting time.” It was like, kirishima had a great idea.

“it was a pleasure to help all of you!” terra spoke, bowing to her classmates. The group turned around to leave but stopped as the class yelled out to them. “we dont want you to leave!” they yelled.

They sadly smiled as y/n was about to speak, “unfortunately we ha—“

“babe wait.” kirishima spoke, huffing as he psuhed passed the class. “im, im sorry.” his voice broke, looking up at her sweet eyes as he tried to grather air.

“kirishima—“ “no, its eiji. Its eiji to you. you know that, i fucked up. I lost the love of my life beacuse i was jealous and insecure. I wanted you to feel the way i felt, but you dont deserve that. But please, let me try again, please dont leave us.” he cried out, deeply bowing with his forehead on the ground. “eiji.. come here.” she spoke, her sweet sound of her voice made him look up. She kissed his forehead sweetly.

“i love you, eijiro kirishima.” she lightly and sickenly sweetly spoke. Now kissing his lips softly.

The young pro hero looked at the eldest of the group.

“can we stay longer, nee-san?” she asked, tsnami.

“ill tell dad. Im sure we can stay longer ha?” she laughed.

“nee-san?!” the class yelled

“oops..?” the girls giggled.

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hi sweetness! i hope you guys liked this one! im trying to figure out how to make a masterslist, and when i get that down, ill upload the kyn hcs!

domt repost, dont translate dont rewrite.

post from atlas 💣✨

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azucanela · 4 years ago

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THE LOVE LANGUAGES — BNHA [GENDER NEUTRAL!READER]

FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, DENKI KAMINARI, KIRISHIMA EJIROU, IZUKU MIDORIYA, MOMO YAOYOROZU, SERO HANTA, SHINSOU HITOSHI, TODOROKI SHOUTO.

WARNINGS: NONE.

ACTS OF SERVICE

BAKUGOU KATSUKI is the type to cook your lunch for you without a word from you. He’ll throw it your way when no one is looking— maybe hitting you in the face— and glare at you if you make any attempt to bring it up. He noticed a while ago that you tend to skip lunch, and forego hydration, leading him to throw a water bottle next. Somedays you’ll come to your room to find it clean, Bakugou seated in your chair, feet kicked up on your desk as he grumbles out how annoying it is that you’re late for a study session. A study session you didn’t ask for, but the moment Bakugou found out you were struggling in class he had complained about how he can’t associate with someone failing a class. Though he would never admit it, the fact that you even notice when he’s struggling is astonishing to him, and seeing you try to lessen his struggles is just a reminder of why he loves you.

IZUKU MIDORIYA can’t help but try to help you in every aspect of your life he possibly can, it’s just in his nature. He’ll find himself absent-mindedly cleaning up your room while he’s there, awaiting your arrival. Any promise he makes he always keeps, despite how unrealistic it may seem. You’ll wake up to a cup of tea by your bedside, offering you massages, taking the time to water plants in your room and taking notes in class for you when you’re absent. Izuku adores when you do the same for him, intimate moments when you help wrap and unwrap the bandages on his hands, or cleaning up the training room after a late night of practice. In general, agreeing to train with him a surefire way to his heart.

PHYSICAL TOUCH

TODOROKI SHOUTO has never been good at expressing himself with words. He’s constantly been told that he’s practically socially inept, his most common critique from teachers is his lack of communication, and often times he’ll hurt the feelings of those close to him with words that had no intention of hurting. So when Todoroki Shouto finally opens up to you, it is not through words, but through touch. He often found himself physically distancing himself from others, avoiding their touch because of his dark childhood, but somehow he finds himself gravitating towards you. It starts with him just being seated beside you in lunch, then your hands are barely touching as you walk, on the bus to one of the class trips he’s laying his head on your shoulder. Suddenly Todoroki Shouto finds himself desperate for your touch all the time. Arm wrapping around your waist, hand in yours, pulling you close at every chance.

SERO HANTA is unabashedly touchy with all his friends. He doesn’t hesitate to tackle them with hugs when he sees them— nor does he falter when some randomly hugs him. He’s often found to be holding hands with his friends, or even seated in their laps. When it comes to you of course— there’s a far more soft aspect to it. The way he gently brushes his hand against yours, a silent ask if it’s okay for him to hold you hand, but once he gets permission there is no stopping him. Sero will always respect your boundaries but is often found with his body strung over on top of you in the common room of the dorms. He’s always been enchanted by PDA and has no issues with displaying his love in such a way.

QUALITY TIME

SHINSOU HITOSHI never really spent much time with... well anyone. Most of his childhood was spent with other children distancing themselves from him, and the rest was spent distancing himself from anyone else who could possibly hurt him. But upon meeting you it becomes abundantly clear that just being in your presence brightened his day. He’s walking you to class, and randomly popping into your dorm to do homework. Sitting in silence happens to be a favorite pastime for his, and going out to café to do nothing but talk or work is also great. Now that he has someone he actually likes Shinsou Hitoshi doesn’t hesitate to see you as often as possible— though he can totally respect your boundaries— whether its for dates or just doing the most mundane of things.

RECEIVING/GIVING GIFTS

MOMO YAOYOROZU was raised giving and receiving gifts. She has always been able to develop a well thought out idea of what it is that she thinks someone would like, and even more importantly— she’s always been able to afford it. Aside from that, having spent childhood receiving such gifts, even if you can’t afford more luxurious or glamorous things, the simple fact that you’re thinking of her leaves Momo flustered and happy. When you randomly bring her flowers she’ll swiftly put them in a vase and care for them as long as possible and other things of this sort. She’s the type to be out and about only to see something that reminds her of you and promptly buy it.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

DENKI KAMINIARI is commonly referred to as stupid, as an idiot, a fool. Despite having managed to get into one of the most prestigious schools in the country, if not the world. Praise is not something he hears often, so when you tell him how proud you are of him, how much you love him. it’s even better when he walks past and hears you talking about how great he is. He’s the type to appreciate random good morning messages and send you a few of his own expressing his appreciation and love. Maybe even a few love letters shoved under your door, though he would never admit it. He will tell you constantly, for every little thing— when you help him with homework, hold open the door for him, anything— that he loves and appreciates you and adores when you do too.

KIRISHIMA EJIROU was never very confident in himself. Most of the time he’s left feeling inadequate compared to the rest of his classmates, who seem to have flashier quirks and stellar grades or personalities to go with them. He never expected to get this far and is always left wondering how he managed to reach such a prestigious school. Which is why any words of assurance you offer will be as refreshing as water on the hottest day of the year to this boy. Knowing that one of the people who’s opinion matters most to him— thinks he is doing well, leaves him buzzing with joy. Kirishima himself has always been rather vocal about his emotions and doesn’t hesitate to profess his love for you in public no matter how many times he already has in the past.

A/N: so... how we liking the new format? also i was thinking of doing a pro hero edition / big three edition / villain edition so lmk if we are interested in that hehe

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shigarakis-cumdump · 3 years ago

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Can’t Get You Out of my Head

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Summary: Bakugo seemed to hate you. With the way you'd just keep on talking, filling his ears with nonsense for hours on end, you thought he must, especially with the way he always yells at you. The truth was, Bakugo couldn’t keep you out of his mind. Like a virus, you plagued his thoughts 24/7. Fuck, sometimes he wishes you’d just shut up and stop hanging around him, because maybe then he could finally forget about you. But no, you just have to be around every corner, waiting for him like a puppy with the rest of his friend group.

Cw: Slight degradation

Word Count: 2k

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“Hey guys! Did you wanna head down to the new coffee shop later? I know Kiri likes iced coffee, and Denki likes the seasonal drinks, probably the peppermint mocha this time, and Katsuki, don’t you like-”

“God, do you ever shut the fuck up? ‘So fuckin’ annoying.” He spat back at you in his usual angry tone. You were used to it, but no matter how many times he talked back to you, it still hurt.

The truth was, Bakugo couldn’t keep you out of his mind. Like a virus, you plagued his thoughts 24/7. He didn’t even know what it was about you, either. Your stupid skills you pull out of your ass, the way you just keep on talking with that sweet, quiet tone.. Fuck, sometimes he wishes you’d just shut up and stop hanging around him, because maybe then he could finally forget about you. But no, you just have to be around every corner, waiting for him like a puppy with the rest of his friend group.

“C’mon Bakugo, Y/N and us were going to the mall later, you should come with!” Kirishima beamed happily.

“Did she tell you to come ask because she knows I’d say yes?”

“No, why? I just want you to come, you never do anything fun with us!”

“Well if she’s going, no fucking way,” Bakugo replied, “can’t stand her bratty fucking voice anyways.”

“Hey, C’mon man, she’s your friend, don’t say stuff like that!”

“She ain’t my fuckin’ friend, shitty hair. She’s just an extra who follows me around.” He tsks. When Kirishima came back empty handed, you were a bit disappointed. You really thought Bakugo would be joining you guys this time.

“Hold on, lemme go ask.” You say, shying away from the group to find Bakugo slumped on the couch.

“Hey, Katsuki!” You say.

“What?”

“I know Kirishima already asked, but do you want to come to the mall with us?”

“You already know my fucking answer. You think you askin’ll make it any different?”

“S-Sorry, I just wanted to ask again..” you tilt your head down, trying to hide your hurt expression.

“Wipe that goddamn look off your face, ‘makes you look even uglier.” You wiped your face of any emotion and looked back at the group.

“Okay well, just thought I’d ask…” you say in that quiet, shy voice he loves so much.

“I think I’m just gunna stay home today, sorry for bailing right before our plans..” you say once heading back over to the group. They know it’s because of something Bakugo said, but they didn’t fight you on it. You head back to your room and sit in front of your mirror. Did he really think you were ugly? It’s not like his opinions mattered to you, but his words just hurt- cut through you like a knife. You wiped the lonesome tear rolling down your cheek away, collecting yourself with a deep breath. Maybe staying in your room for the night would be better anyways. You had some projects to finish, so you could busy yourself.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was bored as hell, and like usual, the only thing coming to his mind was you. You just listened to him and obeyed his orders like a dog. The look you had when he degraded you made his cock throb. Why was he feeling like this? He didn’t have time to fall in love with some fucking extra. Still, your face was clouding his mind. He can’t keep going if this was going to keep being a problem.

You hear a knock on your door and you hoped it was the others returning from the mall. You opened the door to see Bakugo, though, and you immediately shifted your vision to the ground.

“Did you need something, Katsuki?”

“You gunna let me in or keep bein’ rude?” he huffs. You stand aside and let him slip past. He sprawls himself out on your bed, ignorant to the papers you had laid out on there.

“D-Did you need something?” you repeat.

“C’mere,” Bakugo pats his lap.

“Huh?” There it was again, that deer- in the headlights look you always gave him.

“Did I fuckin’ stutter?” He barked, looking down on you with furrowed brows. You shuffled to the bed and hesitantly took a seat on his lap.

“Damn, you’re heavy; lucky I’m so strong or else you would’ve broken a bone.” He sighs.

“Listen Katsuki, if you just came here to make fun of me, please leave. I can’t deal with it today..” You say, biting your lip to hold back tears. He just couldn't wait anymore, he had to have you. Bakugo tossed you down on the bed and straddled you, arms at your side pinning you in.

“K-Katsuki?” Your breath was shallow.

“Oh just shut up,” he said, ending his words with a kiss that stole the air from your lungs. He bit your bottom lip, pulling at it and you opened your mouth. His tongue darted in, dominating the space inside. He only let you up for air when he heard a tiny whimper come from you. You gasped, gulping in as much air as you could. He chuckled at you, finding it oh so cute how your demeanor changed so quickly. His face was inches away from yours, examining your soft features up close. Everything was happening so fat, you didn’t have time to think. Just a few hours ago he was yelling at you and being rude, and now he’s kissing you like he was your lover. It made you confused, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt, how natural it felt.

“Katsuki, more..” you begged, tugging at his shirt while leaning up into his face for another kiss. Were you trying to make him devour you? Because it was working. Bakugo’s hand found the back of your head, keeping you trapped in his kiss. You could feel the smirk plastered across his face, the one that always made you roll your eyes when he wasn’t looking. His kiss was rough in contrast to his soft lips; you felt like you were melting every time they connected with your own. Tiny groans left you as the kiss intensified. You weren’t used to seeing this side of him- no one was. He was softer, but still intimidating and dominant. Bakugo could feel how stiff he was becoming in his pants, but tried controlling himself so as to not scare you. He moved down to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot and earning the prettiest mewl, taking mental note of it. Admiring his work, his tongue trailed over the dark purple hickey forming, leaving a small string of saliva when he backed up.

“Such a fuckin’ pretty slut, eh?” He says, brushing the hair away from your face.

“But you said earlier that I was ugly..”

“Tch, can’t have you gettin’ full of yourself now, can we?” He replied, pinching your cheek. He straddled your lap, hands roaming your plush body, gripping at any bit of you he could. He hoped you didn’t sense how desperate he was to sink his cock into you, but his poker face was letting up the more he touched you. “Fuck, I shoulda done this way sooner,” he huffs under his breath as he ripped your shirt up above your head. With calloused hands, he squeezed your boobs, thumbs rolling over your pebbled nipples. You let out a breathy whine, back slightly arching at the sensation. You were still confused as to why he was doing all of this- in your eyes, he hated you, but that couldn’t be the case, not when his cock was digging into your thigh. Bakugo latched on to one of your nipples and you grabbed his hair, brushing your fingers through the tangled blonde with shut eyes.

The more Bakugo grinded into your leg, the more desperate you were getting, squeezing your thighs together for some sort of relief.

“You gettin’ needy, slut?” he laughs, crimson eyes locked onto yours. All you could manage was a weak nod, pushing at his arm to travel further down. He gets the hint, his large land cupping your sex and feeling your wetness. “Such a whore- Y’ feel how wet you are for me? Pathetic.” Bakugo shifts down, prying your pants off and legs open. He pulls his own down just enough for his cock to spring free, rubbing it along your folds. “Need me to prep ya?”

“N-No ,just want it now.. Please..” You say softly, cheeks turning a bright pink from embarrassment.

“Good.” He says. Bakugo lined himself up to your needy hole and plunged in, giving you a second to collect yourself. You immediately clenched around him, his cock hitting deep enough to hit against your sensitive spot without even moving. When your breath calmed is when his hips began thrusting at an unruly pace, knocking the wind from the both of you.

“So good, keep going ‘Suki,” you cry. His hand wraps around your throat, “whores don’t ask for more- they take what’s given to them. Be a good whore for me, ‘kay pretty girl?” He says, demanding more than a question. Your hands wrap around his arm that’s cutting off airflow weakly, and your noises are reduced to tiny squeaks.

“That’s fucking hot..” Bakugo mutters as he leans down to kiss you. The slight position change gives him a better angle to slam into your cunt, his tip kissing your cervix. The roll of his hips had you mind fogging over, clouded with new sensations that you’d surely be thinking about for weeks. He moaned into your mouth when he felt you tighten around him more. He couldn’t get enough of your pussy, it’s like it was made for him and him only.

“I bet you’ve thought about this before, haven’t you? Your little bully wrecking your insides, havin’ you moan like a hooker?” he teased, to which all you could do was nod. Your legs hooked around his hips, his broad chest pinning you underneath him.

“Katsuki, mmf, M’ close!” you whined, eyes fluttering shut as you focused on that feeling bubbling to the surface.

“Look at me.” he said, lust coating his words as he gripped your chin. You shyly opened your eyes to stare back at him, getting lost in them as you came undone. Bakugo groaned when your walls fluttered and gushed around him, sucking him in even more as he continued fucking you through your orgasm.

You didn’t have time to calm down before the next one was hitting you, and the only warning your gave him was a faint, “‘Suki,, again, m’ cumm-”

“Shh sh,” he hushed you, cupping your face with both hands, “Cum for me again, princess, I know you can.” His whole strong demeanor was washed away by how soft you were, how sweet your pussy was to him, begging for more even after you just came. He wondered how many times he could pull this sultry reaction out of you. The second time you came, you moaned even louder than the first, and he was sure the others in the dorms could hear what was going on. The thought brought Bakugo over the edge. He pulled out, jerking himself a few times before cumming all over your chest that was heaving up and down from the pleasure you hadn’t felt in ages.

“Such a pretty mess, all for me,” he hums, massaging his cum into your tits, making an absolute mess of you. You muttered out a quiet ‘thank you’ after the both of you cooled off. He slumped down beside you and pulled you closer.

“We should probably get cleaned up, Katsuki, the others will probably be coming back soon, too.”

“Why get cleaned up? You didn’t think I’d be satisfied with you only cummin’ twice, right?”

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aikrus · 3 years ago

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And She Cried When The Sun Came

Fandom: Bnha / Mha

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader

Rating: 16+

Words: 951

Warnings: Major Character Death, Angst, Coping, OOC Uraraka, several references to sex, swears, sl*t shaming

A/n: A self indulgence angst, cringe in a way but it’s what I wanted

Remastered: Aug.9 2022

“Hey Y/n-- It’s me again. Izuku. Just uh, well, just wanted to say we’re still thinking about you. I know it’s really hard but we’re here for you. That’s all-- see you soon.”

“Hi Y/l/n, this is Yaoyarozu. I just wanted to let you know we’re all here for you. Call if you need anything.”

“Y/n!” Ashido cheered, “Let’s go out tomorrow! I hate thinking about you all alone in that huge condo of yours. Let me know!”

“Hey Y/n...This is Shoto. I know it’s hard but It’ll get better. I swear.”

“Y/n, get your cute little ass out of that apartment! Katsu wouldn’t want this. If I know my son, he’d throw a bitch fit if he saw you sulking. Come to dinner with me, my treat. I love you, sweetheart.”

Y/n stayed on her couch, covered in about three blankets wrapped carefully as a cocoon to shield her. She didn’t exactly know what she was shielding herself from, but she knew she needed protection.

Her answering machine read out these messages multiple times a day, all from people who knew her fiance.

“Don’t listen to those extras,” Bakugo scoffed, leaning against the wall across from her, “take your time princess.”

"Shut up." She rolled onto her side, facing the cushions, "what do you know? You're dead."

He faded away, like he always did. The first time Katsuki appeared in their home he was looking out the window and Y/n started to cry-- when he vanished she broke down into messy sobs. Now, her cold eyes were hardened. And she was numb, so very numb.

Three knocks resonated through her apartment, stirring her from the comatose state which rolled over her in waves after a sleepless night.

“Y/n, sweetie? It’s Uraraka and Izuku!”

“Y/n, we brought some food over.”

She didn’t move. She couldn’t move.

“Y/n?”

“It’s okay! We’ll just leave it at the door for you.”

Time moved on, and eventually, his name vanished from the tabloids. Memorial candles burnt out, food spoiled, and the memory of Ground Zero slowly faded away into a hazy fever dream.

To her credit, Y/n did put in an honest effort to move on. Truly, she did what every therapist, self-help book, pretentious podcast told her to. She cleaned herself up, took regular showers, ate health, redecorated some, contacted her old friends, did everything she could.

But no book could tell her how to handle the nights she laid alone, shivering in the bed that used to be so full. No motivational speaker could tell her what to do when she turned to look at her husband and find nothing there. What to do when she's walking down the street and her hand keeps flexing because it's so use to being held that the air feels forighn in her palm. Everything felt so empty now. Her apatite was large yet unsatisfactory, her joy felt superficial, even the pain inside felt lacking.

So she did what anyone would do.

“Your place or mine?” Y/n whispered against the lips of a new stranger, eyes locked up with theirs while tugging her lip between her teeth.

And don't you dare blame her for it.

She loved when they said “Mine,” getting to go somewhere else, be someone new. She loved being a person who wasn’t destroyed over Bakugo Katsuki.

But when they said “Yours,” she still took them home. She peeled off the layers of clothes piece by piece until they were both naked and yet completely covered from one another.

There was her line.

Her body was free for her to give, to use in any way that brought her comfort. Her soul however, belonged only to Katsuki. She’d lay bare for no one but him.

When it got around the group that Y/n had been leaving behind a string of one night stands, it was a mixed reaction. Some nodded in understanding, others closed their eyes in a disappointing acceptance. A few, though, were disgusted.

“How could you do this to him?”

When Ochaco came to her door Y/n was surprised. They hadn’t spoken directly ever, and she only visited with Midoriya by her side, never alone like this.

“What did I do?”

Her face contorted, eyes narrowing into a hateful glare-- “Bakugo loved you and this is how you repay him?”

Y/n’s face returned to a hazy state of numb nonchalantes.

“You sleep around with the entire region? Talk about loyalty.”

A moment of silence passed between them.

"I mean come on! At least give him the courtesy of a year with your legs closed do we can pretend you gave a shit about him! He was my friend!"

“I’ll give you five seconds to leave before I call security to drag you out.”

“What’s the matter with you?”

Her straight lips broke into a snarl-- “Fuck you,” she took a step back. “Fuck you and your ‘I brought you food!’ Fuck you and your ‘Sweetie!’ Fuck you and the fake ass sympathy, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!”

Blood fell from her palm, where nails had pierced through the skin. “You don’t have the right to tell me how to cope! You don’t get to have a fucking opinion, Uraraka! You don’t get to! You’re fucking husband is alive and well, a hero loved by everyone who’s gonna go down in history as the most overpowered saint to fucking live, so fuck off! You have no clue what it’s like!”

She scoffed, “Obviously it’s not affected you as much as you like to pretend it did.”

Her hand flew of its own accord, striking the hero in front of her.

“I don’t owe you an explanation.” She shook her head, letting her anger die in her throat and suffocate the words that came with it. Y/n’s face returned to a passive state, “I don’t owe you anything.”

The door closed between them, and she never saw the floating hero again.

Bodies still moved against her own, when the nights were too cold. She still grasped on to as much heat as possible, still let people she didn’t know into their her home. And still, tears watered her pillow when the sun came up on another day without him in it.

So yes, time still moved on without the past number two hero; but Y/n didn’t.

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apollostears · 4 years ago

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boyfriend | k. bakugo

anime: my hero academia

pairing: katsuki bakugo x black!reader

creator: maya

warning(s): swearing

headcanons on bakugo as your boyfriend. it’s a sfw vrs. there will probably be a standalone nsfw vrs. coming out soon. xx also these were not supposed to be this long💀

* photo not mine*

bakugo was not someone you really associated with.

when you first transferred, you acknowledged his presence and thought he was mighty fine, but then he opened his mouth and you were like 🤨

dealing with him takes a lot of energy and it was not energy you were willing to spend, so you kinda just avoided him.

but as usual, niggas can’t keep they mouth shut, and it wasn’t long until you had ended up on his radar.

it was after a sparring session, your first official one with the class, and that’s when he got to see you in action.

after seeing you fight, mans was hella intrigued by you.

when you first came, bakugo didn’t understand what made you special enough to join the hero course.

and since you didn’t talk to him, he didn’t bother you.

until you made your official debut and he was 🤩😯🤯

that made him want to fight you, to see who was stronger seeing as he officially saw you as a worthy opponent.

so long story short, he quickly found out why it was best to leave you alone.

by no means were you scared of him, but he didn’t know that and when he started fucking with you, all bets were off.

bakugo literally had no idea what he was getting into and he was not prepared for the moment you dished his shit right back to him.

japanese was still a little difficult for you, as you had a tendency to forget some words, but you understood and spoke it well for the most part.

and when you were hype about something, both english and japanese words would be flying out your mouth.

after he, and the rest of the class, experienced your semi-irritated side first hand, bakugo was definitely hooked.

it was like a moth being drawn to a flame, he would not leave you alone.

he would try to be subtle about it, but to you and everyone else who knew him (i.e. izuku and kiri) they knew that he had a crush.

y’all were literally day n’ night. most of the time you would be minding yo business and then here he would come, talking shit.

eventually, that changed and y’all were just talking shit just to talk shit.

atp, everybody either wanted y’all to fight or to fuck.

so how did y’all start talking??

easy. with a little game of spin the bottle: 7 minutes in heaven style.

both you and bakugo were competitive and not one to back down from a challenge.

so when the bottle landed on him, kiri knew exactly what to do to push his friend into confessing his feelings.

he said that bakugo would be too pussy to kiss you.

my god did that work.

after mina also betted against your ability to carry out the task at hand, the two of you went into the closet to prove your classmates wrong.

because you guys are psycho’s, y’all went in there angry af at each other to mask the obvious embarrassment you both were feeling.

“you’re such a fucking dumbass” you cursed, arms crossed and a glare on your face.

bakugo scoffed and mocked your stance. “me? says the one who landed on me, shithead.”

you rolled your eyes. “ain’t nobody told yo bobble headed looking ass to sit there.”

cue bakugo looking shook af because he knows he did not just hear you call him a bobble head.

after that, all bets were off.

“you know what, you got a lot of fucking mouth.”

you smirked, knowing full well he was right and that he just couldn’t handle you. “sure do. what the hell you gonna do about it?”

at the time, neither of you would realize it, but y’all were most definitely horny af.

bakugo, now closer to you and his arms uncrossed, held a devious glint in his eyes.

“let me show you.”

and BOOM! y’all was kissing.

like...KISSING!!

it was a little rough at first, with you in shock and bakugo kissing you like a rabid dog.

but once y’all got that rhythm, y’all GOT that rhythm.

the kiss was aggressive passion. like feelings of bottled up desire lit on fire (bars 🔥)

homie did a little boom boom pow on yo ass with his firecracker hands when he was caressing yo shit and that was a top tier move right there.

y’all were definitely in that closet for more than seven minutes until iida came and broke y’all up.

after that, you guys were somewhat dating.

neither of y’all wanted to admit the feelings you had for one another, so you guys just did relationship shit without the label.

kissing in private was a big one because hormones. sometimes y’all would hold hands or cuddle, but v rarely.

bakugo would always carry your bag during school and he’d also carry your lunch tray. not that you asked but he’s such a manly man that he had to do it for the sake of his ego.

instead of holding hands, you guys would link arms and you would lightly press into him. bakugo highkey liked that shit but wouldn’t tell you.

eventually, you guys escalated to seeing each other at night for longer periods and that turned into you spending the night in his room for the first time.

it was also the first time you guys cuddled frfr and bakugo ate. that. shit. UP!!

but because he’s a shy baby, he began to distance himself from you and that made you hurt ngl.

so, figuring that y’all were ‘done’ you did you and hung out with other people.

one of those people was todoroki. the two of you had a platonic relationship, but a strong bond and when bakugo caught y’all akikik’ing, he ain’t like that shit.

that was the reason why he had asked you out rather aggressively in the common area on a thursday afternoon.

once you guys had officially established your relationship, it was like nothing ever happened. he was still carrying yo shit and kissing you in private, but the vibes were different.

the two of you were more gentle to each other.

more loving.

he was still an asshole and you as well, but in an endearing way. bakugo became more open to loving you and more open to claiming you.

he would mainly call you ‘his girl’ or ‘his person’ (you let him watch GA one time and that was the outcome) when referring to you in person to someone else.

gone with your actual name and in were those nicknames. you’d call him ‘su’ ‘katsu’ ‘suki’ ‘honey’ (if you want something) and ‘baby’

bakugo would crucify you if you called him by his real name and vice versa.

your man is a lowkey spoiler. meaning, he spoils you on the low low and in a very subtle way. you don’t really like people buying you stuff nor are you the type to ask anyone for anything, so bakugo does what he needs to do without your permission.

he doesn’t make a big deal about it, but whenever it’s your time of the month and you feel extra shitty, he dials back on being an asshole a bit. or he’ll use his palms and pop little firecrackers on your stomach/lower back to help with cramps.

if you wearing his clothes helps (even if it actually doesn’t and you just say that just to get them) he’ll let you wear his stuff, no problem. he tried to get them back once when you were done but you almost bit his hand off so that didn’t work.

he hates whiners, but he loves when you whine for him. whether it’s for attention or for cuddles or kisses, he lives for it because period you is the only time he’s gonna see that shit. once you’ve figured out that you can get away with mostly everything if you whine, you start doing it a little more when you’re off your period.

besides being on your cycle and taking care of you, bakugo does little acts of service for you as well.

being black in a country that is predominantly not black, is hard and finding hairdressers is even harder.

somehow, with the help of his mom, bakugo was able to find a hairstylist that would do well when doing your hair and that was one of your favorite surprises from him.

like you deadass shed some tears and he was highkey confused but proud because he’s that nigga.

best believe he goes with you to every appointment just to make sure she don’t fuck shit up with his baby’s hair. he don’t got time to watch you cry and commit a crime.

as we all know, mans can cook. you love his food but he (and class 1-A) is absolutely feral for yours. anytime you cook, whether it’s soul food or any other type that you learned to make, he falls in love all over again.

since you love his food, sometimes he’ll make you some meals or snacks. especially if you’re stressed or sad.

this actually turned into him cooking for you + bakusqaud cause they complained about how he never cooked for them. then it turned into him being one of the cooks for the class when you guys alternate cook days.

he was pissed about it but was a little excited to A) woo his classmates and B) make sure they get the right nutrients to be strong and worthy heroes.

bakugo cares okay...

anyways...dates for y’all are planned out when bakugo takes you out, but if you take him out? he never knows what to expect.

once, y’all went to a zoo but it was a petting zoo and bakugo bought lost his shit when the sheep came up to him for food. you definitely have pictures of him angrily riding one of the adult horses.

and he totally rode the bull to prove a point. he won and you unlocked a brand new fantasy.

y’all are so in sync, it’s fucking insane.

there was one time where someone had said some slick shit to you, bakugo was not around, and somehow this man had popped up hella quick like his spidey seneses was tingling, to put that person in they place.

you were like 😦🤪

another time is when you both do/act similarly. bakugo can be v chill and reserved and sometimes you are the same way. the entire day, y’all move as if you’re one.

and honestly, bakugo loves the idea of you being a female version of him. it makes him so proud to see you act like him.

but don’t get it twisted, mans definitely acts like you too. he’s picked up a lot of terms that you use and he uses them like it’s natural.

not too much and not too little, but just enough that it fits and has the right impact everytime.

now, onto the more softer shit

i don’t see bakugo as being the type to automatically share his deepest, darkest secrets with you. nor is he the type to be openly vulnerable.

you weren’t the type either and two hard-ass people were not going to make a healthy relationship. but....shit changes.

the first time you guys saw each other’s vulnerability was when the attack against the camp happened. y’all were only dating for four months, but had started to form a bond.

you weren’t there when he was taken, having to be forced to stay in the classroom with the others. you were unbelievably worried when it was announced that bakugo was the target of this attack.

you tried not to worry because bakugo can take care of himself, but he shouldn’t have to. and after waiting for what felt like hours, you found out that they had taken him.

you didn’t remember collapsing on the floor and crying your eyes out with kirishima comforting you. every moment up until you and the others had went to rescue him, were a blur.

after you guys had got him back and after all might’s fight with all for one, you broke down again and gave bakugo a bone crushing hug.

“i’m so sorry.” you had whispered, that being the only thing able to come out of your quivering lips.

the others had continued to walk ahead to give you guys some space, but you figured bakugo didn’t want to talk since he didn’t hug you back. just as you had went to remove yourself from him, he had wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

“don’t be sorry shithead. okay? don’t be sorry.”

his voice was muffled a bit from his lips being on your shoulded, but you heard him and a short sob escaped your lips at the fact that he was comforting you when you should be comforting him.

but your hug was enough comfort as it allowed the boy to feel safe since getting taken and he had shed a few small tears.

after that, things were different. bakugo wouldn’t tell you, but you knew that things were different. he was more aggressive and driven to be the best, but he moved as if he had a weight on his shoulders.

you didn’t know it then, but it was guilt. guilt because all might lost his powers trying to save him because he wasn’t strong enough to get away. after finding that out, you reprimanded him so hard (lovingly).

he needed to know that he was strong but that what happened with all might had nothing to do with him. and after you all got your provisional licenses, but he didn’t? that’s when he really broke.

it hurt you to see him this upset and you knew then that you would do everything in your power to prevent him from ever feeling like that, again.

you guys really grew closer those two months. at that point, y’all really were inseparable.

okaaa out of the sad shit!

he pushes you at the same amount he pushes himself. bakugo wants you to be successful and he knows that you do as well. your ambition almost the same as his, if not higher.

you guys train together a lot after hours. most of the time kirishima joins in and that leads the rest of bakusqaud to do the same.

anything that you ask him to do, bakugo will do it. mans is so whipped for you!!

you get him to do sheet masks with you every other night. and you’ve got him on a skincare routine that was good at first, but now bad for you. because when you wanna be lazy, bakugo will scold tf outta you before you give him the pouty face. at that point, he’s washing your face for you and wrapping your hair up as you fall asleep in his arms. 🥺

bakugo is definitely on your ass about your hair. especially if he paid for it? oh yeah baby, you keepin that shit in til he sees it getting raggedy. but he actually loves being apart pf your wash day routine.

you didn’t have to teach him, he just observed you and one day, when your arms were getting tired, he casually swooped in with a kiss of his teeth and did your hair.

you absolutely went to sleep and the sight alone caused bakugo’s heart to melt. that was one of the times he knew that he loved you.

speaking of love, there were several times bakugo knew that he loved you but he didn’t say it.

he knew that he loved you when you made him breakfast one morning over the summer, during the time he was working himself in the ground to get his provisional license. the bright smile on your face gave him energy despite being drained. that was one time he knew.

the second time was when you had met his mom. y’all were dating for seven months at the time and you really wanted to meet his parents. so, with a permanent scowl on his face, he took you and it was something.

“oh suki look at you!!! you were such a smiley baby!! why you so grumpy now?!” you cooed, gushing over the baby picture of him at ten months.

bakugo frowned, sitting across from you with his dad on the other side of him. “i’m not grumpy.” he gritted out, looking like a complete grump.

“he wasn’t always this way. katsu used to be a very happy baby. you wanna see him at his second birthday? oh it was so cute!” mitsuki exclaimed, flipping the pages in the book to get to where she needed.

seeing you bond so well with his mom made bakugo feel some type of way. despite their dynamics, he respected his mom and definitely held her in a high regard. that was the second time.

and the third time was on your one year anniversary.

it was something simple seeing as you had started your period that same day and were feeling like absolute shit. you felt so bad for being the reason why you guys had to stay in, but bakugo wouldn’t hear it.

“but suki we could go out and sit on the roof!” you whined while simultaneously curling into him for comfort.

just from that action alone, he knew you wouldn’t have the strength to actually move around just to go on the rooftop. your body was hurting and you felt like you could die, no way were you moving.

“relax princess. no need to get your blood rushing anymore than it already is.” bakugo teased, a knowing smirk on his lips.

with squinted eyes, you pinched the skin on his ribs causing him to flinch away from you. “fuck you katsuki.”

“love you shithead.”

*record scratch, pause* wait what?!

bakugo looked calm af but on the inside, mans was wilding. he deadass couldn’t believe he said that shit. like who tf?

you had a look of surprise and awe on your face. completely taken aback by his abrupt confession that you couldn’t really process it.

but you definitely felt it.

with a smile and kiss on his cheek, you drew even closer to bakugo and nuzzled into his side. “love you more suki.”

yeah...he definitely loved you

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kaitwrites · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s Day

Helloooo! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wrote this as a part of Spud Corner’s Valentines Collab, hosted by sweet bby @wootato. Big thanks as always to my amazing, talented, show-stopping wife @garbagepale-kid for proof reading and editing you’re the best love you forever bby give kitch.

Word Count: 5155

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

Rating: Chocolate (Fluff, SFW)

Warnings: Language, this is Bakugo we’re talking about here

“Oi, I said 7 O’clock! Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your boyfriend’s deep voice boomed from the front of your apartment, followed by the sound of your front door closing.

Panicking, your eyes darted to the digital clock beside your bed, afraid you had miscalculated the time, only for it to read 6:45. “Suki, you’re fifteen minutes early!” You called from the doorway of your room, “I’ll be ready in five, just stay out there!”

Six months ago, you had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date at the urging of your childhood friend Mina, and it hadn’t been great. The guy had been cold and standoffish, clearly wanting to be anywhere else, and he’d even ended up taking you home early. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d chosen to invite you out again, just like you weren’t sure why you’d accepted, but looking back at it now? It was easily the best decision you’d ever made.

You smiled as you put on the earrings Katsuki had gotten you for Christmas and spritzed a bit of his favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing the wrinkles in your skirt, you grabbed the jacket you had set out and walked from your bedroom to the front of your apartment.

Katsuki was standing in the doorway of your kitchen, leaning against the counter and flipping through one of your many cookbooks when you rounded the corner. “I could teach you how to cook, you know, you don’t need these shitty things…” He trailed off as he turned around, taking you in. “Wow,” he breathed out, eyes raking up and down your figure to absorb every curve of your body.

All you could do was stand in the middle of the hall, fidgeting as a blush crept up your neck. He looked as good as always, wearing a charcoal grey long sleeve shirt that fit snugly on his chest, the sleeves hanging more loosely around his arms, and a pair of dark jeans. His signature smirk never left his lips as he slowly made his way across the room to you, placing his hands on your hips before pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours, making your heart jump out of your chest.

He pulled away, looking you up and down. “You ready or what?”

“Yeah! I’ve just got to put on my shoes.” You pulled out of his arms and made your way to your front door, where you noticed a bouquet of red roses sat on the table near the entryway.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you as Katsuki bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to see them just sitting there, damn it.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You turned yourself around, resting your head on his chest as you snuck your arms around his waist

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.”

“I wasn’t expecting flowers. In fact,” you started, leaning back a little to jab him in the chest with your pointer finger. “you told me not to expect flowers. I didn’t take you for the sappy, romantic type, Suki.”

“Damn right, I’m not the sappy romantic type” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and gently pushing you away from him. “Get your shoes on, we’re gonna be late.” He grumbled, grabbing the flowers and bringing them into the kitchen to find a vase.

You slipped on your favorite pair of black strappy heels and smiled as you heard him rummaging through your cabinets, grumbling to himself. The kitchen fell silent as you let out a short laugh. Katsuki liked to pretend he wasn’t a big teddy bear, but after all the long nights and soft words meant only for your ears, you definitely knew better.

The blonde emerged from the kitchen empty-handed, looking you up and down for a second before fixing you with a firm look. “You should grab a heavier jacket.” He said, reaching for the coat closet to the right of the front door. You put a hand on his forearm to stop him, shaking your head.

“I’ll be fine! We won’t be outside for long anyway, right? Where are we going, anyway?” You ask as the cool February air sending chills up your spine as the front door swung open.

Katsuki looked doubtful but sighed, gently pushing you out the door. He then locked it and slipped his keys into his coat pocket before offering you an arm, leading the way down the steps.

You grinned up at him, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Hey, you never said where we’re going?”

“Nowhere if you don’t shut up.” He bumped your hip with his before reclaiming his arm and wrapping it around your waist as you made your trek through the city. Katsuki’s apartment was just a few blocks from your own, so it was no surprise that he’d walked to your place instead of driving What did surprise you was when the two of you strolled straight past the parking garage of his apartment complex.

Your steps faltered for a second, and Katsuki looked down at you with a quirked brow. “What?”

Your head twisted around, eyes zeroing in on the parking garage again. “We aren’t taking the car?” You asked, tilting your head to look up to him. The cold wind had caused his nose and cheeks to turn red, creating a semi-permanent blush on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well it suited him.

“Restaurant isn’t too far from here. Why? You cold? I told you you should have grabbed a different coat.” He grumbled as he looked down at you and scowled. “What’re you smiling at, dumbass?”

“You’re pretty cute, Suki.” The small tease had the blush deepening across his cheeks, and you felt his arm tighten around you as you continued. “And no, I’m not cold. I just figured we were gonna drive.”

“I’m not cute, damn it. You’re cute.” His eyes turned up to avoid the satisfied smirk that settled on your lips.

You giggled as you made your way through the busy streets with Katsuki steering you away from other pedestrians as much as possible. Though you’d denied being cold, the low temperature and icy breezes were killing you, and you briefly regretted not doing as your boyfriend had suggested and grabbing a better coat. Katsuki ran hot, but not enough to offset the cold of late winter. Katsuki yanked you closer to him as someone came dangerously close to bumping your shoulder, and you let out a small squeak of surprise as you were smushed against his side.

Though he was off duty, he never let his guard down when he was in crowded places, especially when you were around. Katsuki was a pretty private person, so dates were few and far between, so when pictures of the two of you out to lunch surfaced online, he became even more reserved. He said that it was to keep his personal life exactly that, personal, but in reality, he knew his line of work and what villains did to heroes' loved ones.

Katsuki led you to a tall building, opening the heavy glass doors and ushering you inside. the lobby looked like it could have belonged to an upscale office building, the black matte walls complementing the cool marble floors. A desk situated at the center of the space was manned by a bored-looking security guard. But in the far corner of the lobby near one of the elevators, however, was a podium manned by a man in a black tuxedo. The host lifted his head as the two of you approached him, Katsuki dragging you behind him as you took in the intricate chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Welcome to The Peak, name on the reservation?” The man asked, and you noticed his eyes widen, smile faltering for a split second when he recognized the pro-hero standing before him.

“Bakugo, indoor seating on the east side of the building,” Katsuki answered from beside you, removing his hand from around your waist.

The host looked through his tablet, tilting his head as his brow furrowed. He looked to Katsuki once more, then back down. “What was the time on the reservation?”

“7:45,” You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you took his hand that had previously been settled on your waist into yours and squeezed, knowing there wasn’t much to do to keep his short temper under wraps but hoped that your hand in his would help keep him grounded.

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t see your name on the list. Is it possible you made a reservation at our Tokyo location?” The poor man was terrified, it was obvious he knew who Katsuki was and about his temper.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and huffed. “No, I didn’t make a reservation for the damn Tokyo location. I triple checked.” He barked, but quickly regained his composure when you elbowed him. “Are you sure? B-A-K-U-G-O. For two.” He asked, more calmly this time around.

The host cleared his throat and looked through the list once more, taking a little longer this time so as to make sure he was correct, not wanting to face the wrath that was Katsuki Bakugo. “No sir, I’m sorry I’m not seeing your name on the list. Did you get the confirmation email?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but pulled out his phone, scrolling through his emails until he found what he was looking for. “Here, right there. Reservation for two, special seating request, 7:45 on February fifteen-” He froze. “Fuck me.” He locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket as if it had burned him, gaze darting to the ceiling. “I made the reservation for the wrong day.”

“I’m sorry about that, sir. We currently have bar seating available, and if a table happens to open up we can move you.” The host told him, seemingly less nervous now that the intense gaze from the blonde was off of him. “I know chances are low but it’s an option.”

“It’s supposed to start raining soon, you really think I want my girlfriend getting sick because I can’t get a damn date right?” He turned on his heel and started walking to the entrance. “Whatever, I can cook something ten times better than whatever crap they serve here.” He looked back at you. “You comin’ or what?”

You nodded and rushed to be back at his side, taking the arm he offered to you. “So… are we going back to your place?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He sighed and led you down the street back towards his apartment. The streets weren’t as crowded so he didn’t make the move to put his arm around you, but he made sure to keep a watchful eye on anyone passing by whose gaze may have lingered a little too long. “We’ve got to stop and get some things first. What do you want?”

“Mmm… Oh! How about curry!” You exclaimed, loosening your grip on his arm just a bit as you jumped up and down. He pulled his hand from his pocket and slipped it into yours, staring down once he felt how cold your hand was.

“Damn it, woman. I told you to grab a heavier coat. Your hand is freezing.” He grumbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, now taking both of your hands into his and bringing them up to his mouth, blowing hot air onto them and rubbing them together within his. “Or at least some gloves.”

“Oh, stop it, Suki! My hands just feel cold because you’re a human heater, they’re always cold compared to yours!” You whined, knowing you should have listened to him when he advised you to grab a coat, and really kicking yourself in the ass the longer the two of you stood on the sidewalk.

He rolled his eyes and dropped one of his hands, pulling you along to the corner store at the end of the street. You followed him around, watching as he picked out the needed ingredients for your dinner. “Stop starin’ at me and go get somethin’ for dessert, eh?”

“You’re gonna let me pick?” Your eyes widened in shock. He was always the one to choose dessert because he couldn’t handle sweets like you could. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek when he nodded and quickly made your way to the other side of the store.

Katsuki watched as you bounced away, his cheek tingling where you had kissed him. A soft smile tugged on his lips. He didn’t notice the shopkeeper come up behind him, and he jumped when the old man chuckled. “I remember when my lady and I were your ages. I had that same look in my eye that you have now.” Katsuki looked to the older man, he was staring off in the direction that you had disappeared in. “You make sure you take good care of her, son. Time flies. Before you know it you’ll be my age, running a little corner store with the love of your life.”

“Yeah yeah, gramps. I hear ya.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at you by a stranger. He turned his attention back to the area you had gone to as your head popped out from around the corner, a big grin on your face.

“Strawberry mochi!” You held up the packages as you made your way back to him. He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance as the old man beside him chuckled again, patting him on the shoulder and making his way back up to the front.

“What?” You tilted your head to the side questioningly as you stopped in front of your boyfriend. “Too sweet? Should I get something else?”

“Tch, nothin’s too sweet for me.” He grabbed the mochi from you and put it in the basket, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a soft kiss, catching you off guard. Katsuki wasn’t one to show much PDA, but the store was fairly empty, and for some reason, he was taking the words of that old man to heart. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it starts raining, eh?”

You nodded and leaned into him as he led you to the front of the store. The old man and Katsuki shared a look before the former turned to you and smiled, handing you a box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s, this one’s on the house.”

Reluctantly, you took the box of chocolates from the older gentleman and smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you.” You beamed at him once you stood up straight once more, he looked back to Katsuki and winked, not saying a word.

“Keep the change, Gramps. Tell your old lady I said hey.” Katsuki grabbed the chocolates from your hand and put them in the bag, then took your hand and squeezed as he led you into the cool night air once more.

The temperature seemed to have dropped drastically in the twenty minutes you had been in the store, and you shivered the moment you stepped outside. Katsuki noticed this and clicked his tongue, setting the bags down and shrugged off his coat, genty shoving it into your arms.

“No, It’s okay Suki. I’ll be fine.” You tried to give him the coat back but he rolled his eyes and refused to take it from you.

“Keep it. You’re not getting sick because you wouldn’t listen to me.” He picked the bag back up and sighed when he looked at you again. “What?”

“I won’t get sick, it’s just another ten minute walk to your house. I’ll be fine!” You tried once again to give him his coat back but he just glared down at you, flaring his nostrils. This obviously wasn’t up for discussion. “Fine.” You huffed, wrapping his coat around your shoulders, the scent of caramel and his cologne invading your nostrils. As soon as the coat was over your shoulders you wanted to smile. You were surrounded by Katsuki, and it made you happy. But you were trying to be mad at him for forcing you to take his coat, so you avoided eye contact, knowing if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to hold back a smile.

“Are you done now? Can we go?” You didn’t bother to answer, just turned around and started walking in the direction of his apartment. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He caught up to you in just a few long strides and grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him, his signature smirk plastered on his face as soon as he saw the smile that crept onto your lips. “Bet you’re warm now, aren’t you?”

A strong gust of wind swept through the city blocks, and your hands darted down to your skirt to keep it from blowing up with it. “Suki can we just go? I’ll tell you you were right when we get back to your place. I’m freezing!” You pulled his jacket tighter around you once you were able to let go of your skirt, pouting at him.

“You don’t have to tell me I’m right. I know I’m right. I’m always right.” Katsuki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head before heading in the direction of his apartment. The streets had begun to empty out almost entirely. Those who were still out were either advertising their shops or rushing home, trying to beat the rain. Katsuki let out a sigh and slowed his steps, and you looked up to him, confusion written over your face. “Sorry I fucked up the reservation.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mistakes happen, all that matters is that I get to spend the night with you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you.” You reassured him, watching a scowl come across his face.

“I don’t make mistakes. Especially stupid ones like getting a stupid date wrong.” He grumbled, causing you to giggle. “S’not funny. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“Let me tell you what.” You stopped, standing in front of him. “Katsuki Bakugo.Any night I get to spend with you is perfect. We don’t need a fancy dinner for a perfect night. We could be in our pajamas sitting above the sushi shop watching crappy romance movies and I’d be happy because I’d be with you.” You pressed your pointer finger into his chest and he tried to hide his smile by turning his head.

“Whatever, dumbass. Let’s get going before you get sick.” He began walking once more, returning his arm to your shoulder.

The two of you had been taking your time making your way back, and had you known how fast the rain was coming in you wouldn’t have made that decision. Just five minutes from Katsuki’s place the sky opened up.

“Shit, this way.” He directed you to under the awning of a nearby shop and adjusted his jacket from your shoulders to cover your head. “Think you can run?”

“Suki, I’m wearing heels.” You pointed to your feet and he sighed. “I can try though.”

He nodded and offered you his hand. “Ready?”

Taking his hand in yours, you beamed up and him and nodded, letting him pull you into the rain and guide you to his place. It felt like you were a little kid again, running and playing in the rain with your friends, unable to hear your screams and giggles over the sound of the rain pounding on the pavement. While the jacket was doing an okay job at keeping the rain off the top of your body, it wasn’t so much the same for the lower half. Your skirt was drenched, and it felt like there were puddles in your shoes.

Each step you took was more difficult than the last, and just a block down from Katsuki’s apartment you felt the heel of your shoe snap, your ankle rolling as the jagged edge hit the ground. You yelped in pain and stopped in your tracks, causing Katsuki to double back and be back at your side in an instant, his hand leaving yours to come to your waist to help steady you.

“What?” He was on guard in an instant, always assuming the worst.

“My shoe broke,” you winced as you put pressure on your foot. “And I hurt my ankle.”

“I can’t bring you anywhere. How do you always manage to hurt yourself?” Katsuki adjusted the bag in his hands and turned his back to you, kneeling down. When you didn’t catch the hint he turned back to you. “Get on my back, dumbass. We’re almost home. I should have just carried you like this in the first place.”

You were ready to argue, tell him you could make the walk back, but you were cold, it was raining, your ankle hurt, and there was no way you were ready to put up a fight. Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and took the bag from his hands so he could fold his hands behind himself to support you.

He made it to the doors of the lobby in a minute flat, gently setting you down so he could get the key card from the pocket of his jacket that was settled on your shoulders once more. Katsuki led the way to the elevator, you hobbling behind him, being careful to not put too much pressure on your hurt ankle. He punched the button for his floor and the two of you were standing there in silence, water dripping onto the floor beneath you as the elevator made its way up the building.

Walking into Katsuki’s apartment always took your breath away. His place was only a few blocks from yours, but they had two very different views. While his was near the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area, overlooking the busy city, yours was above a Sushi Shop that you had lucked out on because the owners were moving into a bigger place. It was cheap, close to your work, and, sure, it smelled like fish sometimes but it worked.

Katsuki’s clothes were drenched, his shirt was clinging to his body like a skin-tight suit and you couldn’t help but admire his build. The way his shoulders and arms moved beneath the fabric as he lifted the shirt over his head, and the way his skin glistened beneath the lights of his apartment. He was beautiful.

“You gonna go get dried off or what?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking when he caught you staring at him. “Go take a shower or something. Food will be done when you get out.”

Katsuki lived in a two-bedroom apartment. His room was at the end of a long hall, the other room serving as a home office and gym. The walls were decorated with his achievements from the past and two photos. One photo of his parents - Mitsuki told you she had snuck that photo in when they were helping him move, and he either never noticed it, or never bothered to take it down - and one photo of him standing with Deku and All Might at their graduation.

Attached to his bedroom was a massive bathroom, complete with a huge tub and separate shower, and his and hers sinks that he originally had no use for. Eventually, he’d started letting you keep some of your things on one side of the counter for when you would sleep over. You debated over whether you should take a bath or a shower, knowing the bath would feel amazing and would help soothe your ankle. You ultimately decided on the shower, because even though your ankle hurt, the shower would be faster, and after this evening's events, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up next to Katsuki and let his warmth embrace you like a blanket.

After you’d cleaned up and changed, you made your way back to his room, searching for the clothes you left there the last time you stayed the night. Katsuki kept a couple of drawers cleared out for you, but you tried to keep the things you left over to a minimum, not wanting to completely take over his place. The only problem with that is that sometimes you left nothing but shorts, not a single shirt or pair of pants could be found anywhere in his room.

“Suki?” You called from the doorway of his room. “I can’t find a shirt, and I only have shorts!”

“So? Just wear something of mine!” His gruff voice boomed through the apartment over the sounds of the kitchen. “You know where my stuff is, just take whatever.”

Turning to his closet, you set sights on his favorite sweatshirt, which in turn, happened to be your favorite as well. You had only ever worn it once, while he was out of town. He was gone on a mission and asked you to stay at his place to keep an eye on it, and while you didn’t know this, he knew there was no reason for someone to be staying in his place. He lived in one of the most secure buildings in the area, but he didn’t like the thought of you staying at your apartment, with nothing but a deadbolt to keep you safe. You spotted the sweatshirt hanging up neatly with the rest of his jackets and pulled it over your head, the bottom of it reaching your mid-thighs, covering the shorts you were wearing.

“It smells good in here.” You made your way into the kitchen, snaking your arms around Katsuki as he stood in front of the stove, placing your cheek against his back. He had snuck back to the room at some point, exchanging his wet clothes for a pair of sweats and a black snug-fitting tank top. A yawn escaped you and Katsuki turned around, lifting your chin to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Of course it does, dumbass. I’m cooking.” He looked further down, the look of realization coming over him as he recognized his sweatshirt. He held you out at arms length, eyes trailing up and down your body, not unlike the way he took you in at your apartment earlier. His eyes finally settled on where the sweatshirt ended.

You tilted your head to the side, eyes wide, trying to read his expression. It was almost like you were thrown back to when you had first started dating, trying to figure out if he was angry or embarrassed or if he liked it. You played with the hem of the sweatshirt and looked down. “I can go change if you want. I know this one’s your favorite but it’s just so warm.”

Your words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in and he shook his head, a slight frown coming to his lips, offended that you would even consider changing. Katsuki gently pushed you to the other side of the kitchen, lifting you up and setting you on the cool, marbled surface of the counter. “The hell would you think I wanted you to change for, dumbass?”

“Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. I couldn't tell if you were angry or upset, so…” You trailed off, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. You liked to think you knew Katsuki well, but times like this is where he would throw you off, completely unexpecting anything he would say or do.

“Hell no, in fact, I never want to see a damn shirt of yours in here again. You look good, hell, even better than I do.” His voice fell to a whisper as he lifted your chin again, your eyes staring into his beautiful vermillion, lips just a few centimeters from his.

Katsuki was so sure you would be able to hear his heart beating out of his chest. Your smile, your laugh, the way you spoke so passionately about your work or listened intently to anything he said about his. His heart rate picked up any time you were near him. At first, he hated it, the tightness in his chest was uncomfortable, and even though it took him a little longer than most to realize, he finally understood what it was.

He took a shaky breath and tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear before bringing your lips to his. Your hands bundled into his tank top, pulling him closer while one of his settled behind your head. There was something different about this kiss than any of the previous that had been shared between the two of you. It was soft, yet hungry at the same time, passionate like he would never be able to kiss you again.

A burning smell came from the stove, and Katsuki quickly pulled away, rushing to remove the pot from the burner, cursing as the contents bubbled and burned to the hot surface. He ran a spoon through the pot and cursed even louder when he realized the food was burnt to the bottom of the pan.

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as your boyfriend tossed the pot into the sink. “Suki, I think someone’s trying to tell us we can’t have a good Valentine’s Day.”

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of your laugh, “to hell with them. I’m going to make this the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He stood before you again, lifting you to sit on the counter and standing between your legs.

“It already has been the best Valentine’s Day.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

Katsuki was the first to speak after you broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and pulling one of your hands away from his shirt, entwining your fingers with his. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your free hand moved up to his slightly damp hair, eyes staring up into his once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.” This time, you were the one to pull him into a kiss, over the moon that he felt the same.

The tightness in Katsuki’s chest lifted the moment you spoke those three words to him. All of his worries and fears that you hadn’t felt the same melted away. You meant everything to him, and if he could freeze this moment in time, to hold you the way he was holding you like he is now for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t think twice about it.

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maehara-san · 5 years ago

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Part 19

Pairing: AU! Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: After looking for months for a job position you finally get an opportunity at a big company. Being the assistant of the angriest person was going to be a lot harder than you thought it would be.

A.N: As always feedback is appreciated! Taglist is still open if anyone would like to be tagged. My inbox is always open! <3 <3

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marsrblg · 2 years ago

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bnha fic recs <3

multiple characters

their s/o saying "i love you" for the first time [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, tamaki, shinsou, hawks, dabi, shigaraki] (gn reader)

bf hcs [bakugo, hawks, dabi] (gn reader)

someone pretending to be reader's friend to flirt when them [bakugo, midoriya, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, tamaki, shinsou, hawks, dabi, shigaraki] (gn reader)

reader dying their hair [midoriya, kaminari, shigaraki] (gn reader)

bakugo

pro hero bakugo x villain reader (gn reader)

the nightmare before christmas but it's bakugo and his bf (male reader)

hybrid bakugo hcs (gn reader)

roommate bakugo (gn reader)

bakguo fluff drabble (gn reader)

meeting mitsuki (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [02] (gn reader)

soulmate au (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [03] (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [04] (gn reader)

roommate bakugo [02] (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [05] (gn reader)

movie night with bakugo (gn reader)

proposing to bakugo (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly kiribaku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [06] (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [07] (gn reader)

bakugo taking care of drunk reader (gn reader)

bakugo fluff drabble [08] (gn reader)

todoroki

comforting shotou after a long day (male reader)

reader has wanda's powers (male reader)

carving pumpkins with shotou (gn reader)

shotou proposes (gn reader)

shotou fluff drabble (gn reader)

[poly tododeku] comforting izuku (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

shotou fluff drabble [02] (gn reader)

husband shotou hcs (gn reader)

midoriya

[poly tododeku] comforting izuku (gn reader)

[poly villain izuku and dabi] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly shindeku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

izuku fluff drabble (gn reader)

kirishima

dying your hair together (gn reader)

[poly bakudekutodokiri] relationship hcs (gn reader)

[poly kiribaku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

shinsou

[poly shindeku] relationship hcs (gn reader)

dabi

bf dabi hcs (gn reader)

[part 01] phoenix quirk au

[part 02] phoenix quirk au where dabi comes back from the dead and lives a normal life and he works with kids ksnlekaslne (gn reader)

[poly villain izuku and dabi] relationship hcs (gn reader)

shigaraki

comforting shiggy (gn reader)

[college au] college bf shiggy (gn reader)

hawks

hawks hcs (gn reader)

hawks fluff drabble (gn reader)

waking up next to hawks (male reader)

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yesitsmewhataboutit · 3 years ago

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Unbelievable

Bakugo x Reader x Todoroki

Summery: You have to choose. You have to choose between the man you were with, and the man you dreamed of being with for years. But who would you choose…. How would you chose?

This fic is part of @touyasdoll The Past Never Dies Collab

Warnings⚠️: angst (not a happy ending necessarily but not a sad)

A/n: there’s a link for a song below. You ofc don’t have to listen while you read but when you get to that point you always could

And call it Bakugo being OOC if u want but he’s only soft for you

Shoto Masterlist — Bakugo Masterlist

You remember the last time you saw him. The way you took in all his features, wanting never to forget what he looked like, not that you could. He was amazing, like no one you had ever met before. You remember studying every little thing about his face, hair, everything he did. You knew it would be the last time you saw him for a long time, and you were ok with that. You had accepted it.

That didn't mean you didn't think about him daily. Every day he was on your mind. Every day you thought about if things ended differently. If he had felt the same way, if the texts got answered, but it didn't matter. Life was how it was, and that was ok.

"Whatcha thinkin about babe?" You snapped out of your daze when your boyfriend stepped behind you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you back into his chest. This type of thing happened a lot. You'd space out thinking about the past. It wasn't that you weren't happy with Bakugo. He was the best thing you could ever ask for, hands down. He was perfect for you, you loved him with every cell in your body, but it was the fact you always wondered how things could've turned out. How your crush of 12+ years really felt about you.

"Nothing," you smile, turning around to him and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. You and Bakugo didn't technically live together yet, but you spent so much time with each other that it was like you did.

Bakugo gives you a slight smile, looking past you at your phone that's sitting on the counter. You'd been listening to music, had it going through the Bluetooth speakers in your home. He leaned over and switched the song, turning up the volume. You smiled and laughed as you heard Lost In You by Three Days Grace. He took your hands and led you to the middle of the kitchen, twirling you around and dancing with you to the song.

Bakugo had shown you many things you didn't know before. One of the bigger things was music. Of course, you'd listened to music, but he showed you his music, the genres he listened to, and you fell in love with it. Without him, you probably wouldn't have found this song. You'd been listening to the songs he showed you, and you expanded on it and found this song, one of your favorites to dance with him too.

Bakugo is so rough around everyone else, but he loved you. If anyone else saw him twirling you around, dancing with you in your kitchen, they wouldn't recognize it. They'd be stunned at him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, nuzzling your head into him and closing your eyes as you swayed to the music, Bakguos hands on your hips as he leaned his head on yours.

You'd met Bakugo not long after you had given up on the crush you'd had for years. When you met him, you fell for him immediately, but you didn't know much about him, and you never thought he'd want a relationship at the time, and for sure not with you. But you were wrong, and one thing led to another, after many nights up talking until the early morning, ruining each other's sleep schedules, after many days texting each other every chance you got, wanting to see how your day was going, and checking in.

After many times one of you would be sad for whatever reason, and the other would be there for comfort. You shared emotions, feelings, opinions, call it what you want, but Bakugo was a softy for you, only you, and you knew it. After all that, finally, you got together. And when you did, you were happy. You are constantly smiling for so long, wanting to talk to him, be around him, everything. He felt the same. The feeling never went away. Even now, you love being around him, and when you're around Katsuki, it's like nothing else matters. Everything is always ok.

Bakugo took one of your hands, pulling you and twirling you to the chorus, smiling at how you giggle. He pulls you back into him, interlocking both his fingers with yours and moving around the kitchen more, really getting into the song. As it came closer to the end of the song, he pulled you into him again, one hand around your waist, one holding your hand. You laid your head on him again, closing your eyes and letting your body and mind melt into him. It's true. Like the song says, you're lost in him.

When the song ended, you pulled away, looking up at him and smiling. "Love you," you whisper. "Love you too." Bakugo leans down and gives you a quick peck before pulling away. "I still have that stupid dinner tonight. Will you come?" He asks. One of Bakugo's old classmates was having a get-together at her house tonight with everyone from his class, and he wanted you to come.

"Of course," you say, looking at the time, "Wait, tonight? It's 5:30." You look at him, confused. If it was tonight, how late were you supposed to be there? "Well, yeah. I was actually supposed to be there at 5 o'clock," he snickers. "Katsuki!" you whine and run from the kitchen, "Why didn't you tell me! How far is Mina's house? We'll be like an hour late!"

Bakugo laughs as you rush to get ready, throwing on some pants and a shirt and touching up your hair. When you finish, you head with him to his car, and he drives you to Mina's house. You hadn't met many people from his old school, and he didn't talk about them a lot, so you weren't sure what to expect. The only people you expected to see were Deku and Red Riot since they were always all over the news and super famous.

You get to her house around 5:55. You get out of the car and walk next to Bakugo as he walks up to the door, opening it and walking straight in without knocking. You make a note to scold him on that later. "We're here, losers." Bakugo's voice beams through the home as he steps in and takes his shoes off. "Hey, Bakugo," Mina appears from around a corner, and you know it's her cause Bakugo always refers to her as "pink raccoon eyes." You had thought it was only her eyes that were pink, but it still makes sense.

"You must be Y/n," she chirps happily. She stretches her hand out to you, and you shake it, giving her a happy smile as she walks with you and Bakugo to the others. One thing you hadn't thought about was who would be there. You were nervous since you knew he went to UA, the school that almost all the famous heroes you knew went to, the school that Todorki went to, you knew that.

You're usually very intuitive, thinking things out before they happen and thinking through what could happen. It didn't cross your mind that Todoroki, the person you had a crush on for years, the guy who you had given up wanting to get with, the guy you now hadn't seen in who knows how long, the guy who you fell in love with at first sight before you even knew what love was, went to UA. He could be at this get-together. He is at this get-together.

When you walked in and saw him, the face you had admired for years, the hair you always wished you could run your fingers through, the body you always wanted to cling to and hug when you were happy or sad, you froze. Your heart throbbed, the same feeling you used to get when around him or tried talking to him.

You're quick to get yourself together, taking a breath and putting on a smile. You hadn't told Bakugo you had a crush on his former classmate. He knew there was someone who you had liked for a bunch of years, but you didn't talk about him much or ever really get into it, not needing to bring up the past when you're happy now.

All night, you kept up the act. Nobody would know or be able to tell how your heart ached, how you wanted to leave and curl up with Bakugo, how you wished you could stand up and walk out. Nobody could tell how in your head, you're spiraling. You're cursing yourself, saying that you gave up the feelings, you love Bakugo, you want to be with Bakugo, you gave up the crush on Todoroki. So why does your heart feel like it's vibrating as you sit here with him?

At one point, you got up to use the bathroom. You stared at yourself in the mirror, wishing you could clear your head. You splashed some water on your face, drying it off and then opening the door. When you do, you almost run into someone, and you back up and apologize before seeing who it was.

"Oh, sorry,' Todoroki says in his usual monotone voice. "No problem," you smile and try to move past him. You get about a foot before he speaks. "Hey, uh, it's been a while. I see you and Bakugo are dating?" he says, his voice sounding unsure. "Yeah," you nod and turn to him. "Uh, Y/n, I know we didn't get to talk much in the past, and I know how much my family intimidated you," it's true, but wow, "I don't want to be this person, but Y/n, I always liked you."

You suck in a breath, staring at him. "W-what?" you stutter. "I know you're familiar with my family, so you know how opinionated they can be. But the truth is, I always thought you were so pretty, so fun, all I wanted was to be with you. To have what so many others had, to be happy. When you disappeared, I never realized how much I'd miss you, I thought I could let it go, but I couldn't, I can't. You are the one for me, Y/n. I want to be with you. You were always so different from the other girls. I didn't feel suffocated or trapped. I only saw you for you."

As he talked, he walked closer to you. It was like you were in a trance, mesmerized by his words. Now, you were barely inches from him, your bodies ghosting over each other as you angled your head up to look him in the eyes. "I've wanted to hear you say that for so long," you whisper. Todorki leans closer to you, his hand intertwining with yours.

You know it's wrong. You know you can't. You love Bakugo. But as he keeps getting closer and closer, your mind that usually works at lightning speed slows down like it doesn't work cause this' what you'd wanted for years, Todoroki. In a millisecond, time stops, and you can think again. You think about when you and Bakugo dance, how happy you are. You think about the laughs, the late nights, the fun times. You love Bakugo. This' wrong. Bakugo makes you happy. It would hurt him. You can't hurt him. You refuse to hurt him.

You freeze, pulling away from him and clearing your throat. "I'm sorry, I can't. I'm with Bakugo. I- you missed your chance. I missed- I'm sorry." You don't know what you want to say or what you're trying to say, but you know you have to leave, you can't be there, it feels like you can't breathe, and you don't know what to do. You walk from the hallway, putting on as much of a poker face as you can as you walk to Bakugo. "Hey, I'm not feeling well. Can we go?" you speak quietly to him.

Bakugo, of course, wasn't against leaving. So you both said quick goodbyes and slipped out of the house before Todorki even came from the hallway. The car ride was quiet, but Bakugo didn't suspect anything. The whole time you felt like you could cry, and everything you wanted to happen happened at the worse time possible. You couldn't stop thinking about Todoroki. You wished it would all go back to like it was before. You wanted to go back to not always thinking about Todoroki as much as you could.

When you got home, you got undressed and in bed quickly. Bakugo didn't think much of it, taking his time and eventually joining you. He laid down on his back, scrolling on his phone and waiting for you to lay down and crawl to his chest like you always did, but you didn't. You sat in bed, staring at the tv that's not turned on, thinking about everything, about what you would do, feeling your eyes wheel with tears as you think of the possibilities.

"Katsuki." You call his name, trying to keep your voice as level as possible. He hums, and you make the mistake of turning to face him, and that's when the tears fall. "What happened?" Bakugo frowns as he sits up, concern all over his face. "Katsuki, I- I'm sorry," your voice shakes, "Todoroki was the one I told you about, I had a crush on him for years and- and I thought it was over, but now, tonight I'm sorry, I don't know I-" Bakugo cuts you off, pulling your body to his and wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

You didn't say anything, only wrapping your arms around him and letting the tears continue to fall. "What's this mean?" he asks softly. You don't answer right away, trying to come up with an answer. You pull out of his hold, staring into his eyes. You put your hands on either side of his head, bring it toward you and kiss him, your lips trembling. You pull away, leaning your foreheads together as you keep sobbing, not taking your hands off his head, not wanting him to pull away.

"I love you. I love you so much, Katsuki." He stays quiet, closing his eyes, not wanting it to end, not wanting you to leave. "I love you too," he says lowly. You don't say anything else. You pull away and pull him to lay down. You curl up into his body, closing your eyes and doing your best to settle your mind, wanting to be in the moment, to feel him, to remember how much you love being in his arms.

The next day, you make a decision, a hard decision. You invite Todorki over. You have to talk to him. To him and Bakugo, but you don't know what you're going to do or who you're going to pick. Your heart aches for both of them, and you don't want to hurt either of them. When he gets there, you invite him in, leading him to Bakugo and standing in front of them, preparing yourself to tell them what's been on your mind the past few hours.

"Todoroki, Bakugo, you both know the situation, and I want to explain some things. I love you both. I wish this were easier," you try not to break down in tears, "But it's not. I don't want to hurt either of you, and I wish this turned out differently, but it didn't," you stare at everything other then there faces, "Shoto. I'd wanted to be with you for so long. At night I would wish I could. I loved you, and I dreamed about you. I wanted you for so long, and all I hopped was you felt the same. I always wanted to know if you did or not, so then this wouldn't have had to happen. I would've waited."

You take a breath, only taking small glances at their expressions, which were plain. You couldn't tell what they were thinking. "Katsuki. I hadn't known you nearly as long as Shoto, but that doesn't change the fact I loved you when I met you. You've made me happier these past few months than I ever was. You make me laugh, you make me feel safe, you make me so happy, and I couldn't ask for anything better. When I'm with you, it's like everything's ok, like nothing else matters. When I'm sad, all I have to do is look at you, and I feel better, Katsuki, I love you, and I always will. I know what you're like when you're sad or hurt. I can't do that to you. I would never want to do that to you."

Now, the moment of truth. As good as you sound, as much as the two might think you already made your choice, you hadn't. You didn't know what you were going to say until the words left your mouth, and they were about to leave your mouth. "Boys, I hate that I have to do this," at this moment, you still don't know what name will come out of your mouth, "I can't choose both of you. I have to pick one. And I've made my choice."

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thehusbandoden · 7 months ago

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"Imoto" -Inlove!Bakugo Katsuki x Oblivious!Reader

A/n: hope this doesn't suck lol, I was exhausted while writing this.

General info:

Genre: pure angst (with an alt ending) \\ wc: 400+ \\ female reader \\ posted: 04/08/24

Summary:

Bakugo, your best friend, helps you score the boy you've been crushing on.. little do you know that he's tearing his heart apart in the process.

Tags: @lemon-lav

Warnings!: pure angst, unreciprocated love, jealousy, anger, hatred, Bakugo loves reader, reader is unaware, reader loves Izuku, reader thinks of Bakugo as an older brother, Bakugo stays quiet and pretends. Idk what else, pls let me know if I miss any. <33

Onii-san: older brother; imoto: little sister

Alt. Ending

“Are you sure this is going to work?” You whisper nervously, staring at the green-haired boy in the next room. He was talking to Shoto, smiling shyly as he rambled about some new pro hero.

“Of course it will, now go.” Bakugo grunted, gently pushing you forward. You glance back at him hesitantly. He gives you a small smile, giving you the courage to proceed. You take a deep breath before walking into the next room.

You feel Bakugo’s crimson eyes boring into your back as you walk over to your childhood crush, Midoriya Izuku. Shoto’s mismatched eyes see your approaching form, opening his mouth to speak, he’s pulled away by Mina before he can say anything, too oblivious to realize what’s happening.

Izuku turns around to see you walking over, his emerald eyes lighting up at the sight as a rosy blush invades his cheeks. “O-oh y/n san!”

Bakugo’s pov:

Bakguo scoffed as he watched the two of you converse, jealousy burning in his chest as he watched you flush from Deku’s honey-covered, idiotic, and pointless words. Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a burning sense of hatred, jealousy, and hurt as he watched you succeed, knowing he lost his chance.

He wanted to kick and scream, to throw a fit that he had lost the one that had meant the world to him, he wanted to show you how better he was- how much he cared. He wanted to go over there and show you and that idiotic nerd how he would treat you like a queen- his queen.

But he didn’t- couldn’t. Deku is what would make you happy. Deku is who you wanted- who you pined for. So, he stayed quiet, watching your eyes light up with joy as you hit it off with the boy he despised the most.

A large smile on your face appears, and he knows he’s lost. After a few moments you start walking back to him, causing him to straighten his posture and put on a fake smile.

As you reach him, he reaches down to put a hand on your shoulder. “You got him?”

You nodded in excitement, your eyes shining as you looked up at him. “He’s taking me out to dinner this weekend. Thank you so much, onii-san!”

Your words tear apart his heart. Onii-san? You thought of him as an older brother..

“Don’t mention it, imoto..” He scoffed, ruffling your hair. He’ll just have to pretend. For you.

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Alt. Ending

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bluefuckboy · 3 years ago

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I’d like to take a moment for Omega Bakugo…

This moment was intended to be merely that, but this is already so long that I’ll be adding a part two since for the life of me I can’t seem to write less than at least 1K. Whoops

Inspired by @miggiisdumb’s earlier post about Omega Bakugo x Omega Reader here. Yes there will be smut and probably 🥛 at some point but anyway. Not edited.

He’s the most interesting omega you’ve ever met. Well built, tall for an omega, toned but lean, and absolutely breathtaking. He’s gorgeous but you’d never tell him that to his face. You settle for handsome and even that gets you a scowl when you try to compliment him on this date your parents set up.

It struck you as strange when you found out your date was also an omega, but the more time you spend with him, the more you see he’s more than capable of asserting himself. Omegas have a bad rap within the hierarchal structure of society, but it’s always been that way. You’ve just gotten used to being submissive and keeping to yourself. You take your suppressents diligently and always keep an extra eye on your surroundings.

Merely at Bakugo, you’d have no idea he was an omega. He sits upright, legs crossed, holding a glass of scotch in his hand. The mere picture of aloofness. His vermillion eyes scan over you and it feels like he’s sizing you up for if he needs to fight. His body language is a far cry from omega.

He could easily pass as a Beta, but without knowing anything about him at all, you would have thought he was an Alpha. A sub alpha due to his shorter stature, but definitely not an omega.

It’s up close that you can see how his features have a bit of a softness to them. He has a nice jawline and the contours of his face are pleasing angles, but it’s the little things you only know that give him away. The only way you can see them is because you notice them in yourself everyday when you look in the mirror.

The sweep of his long lashes as he blinks. An extra fullness in his pursed lips. His smooth, near perfect skin and the messy blonde locks atop his head which you know are soft despite being molded into spikes with hair gel.

To your surprise the date goes well. You both have omega related small talk to fall back on when the conversation lags. When the waiter brings out after dinner wine, Bakugo quickly picks one he says you should like after you admitted you prefer sweeter drinks.

He’s right, you love it and happily pour a full glass for yourself. You feel an easy warmth spread through you as you sip at the sweet rosé. Bakugo sips at another dry whiskey as you continue chatting until you feel your eyes stating to get heavy from the drink and the way his presence puts you at east.

He’s a gentlemen as well when you stifle a yawn behind your hand. He pays the bill and extends his arm to you, letting you hold onto his suit as he escorts you out of the restaurant. It’s only a bit after 9pm and the are of the city you two are in is very safe so you decide to take a stroll.

The night is perfect, the hint of an autumn breeze as the heat of summer broke earlier in the week. It’s not chilly per se, but you find yourself nuzzling closer to Bakugo as you walk. He’s warm and you can make out what smells like a cologne of some sort. It’s pleasant, but there’s a sweeter scent underneath that has your attention.

You don’t even realize you’ve nosed your way over the collar of his shirt to the spot below his ear to take a deep inhale. You blame it on the wine and your foggy brain, but you needed to fill your senses with the sweet aroma hiding underneath a manufactured cologne.

You know it’s Bakugo’s pheromones. They’re warm, buttery, like perfectly caramelized brown sugar with a hint of something rich you can’t quite put your nose on. Whatever it is, it’s intoxicating and you only come out of your pheromone induced stupor when Bakguo pulls you back.

You apologize right away, seeing the bit of indignation in his eyes. Shit. You probably just blew your chances of a second date. What you’ve done is not only rude, but something a bit more intimate. Trying to bully your way to breathe in the strongest scent near the glands by Bakugo’s neck was a stupid and dangerous move.

You keep apologizing, but stop when his hands suddenly take yours. His palms are soft, fingers long as they wrap around your own. His expression mirrors yours now, nervousness, but also a hint of excitement in his wide pupils. His sweet scent gets stronger and you want to melt into his arms but he keeps you upright, whispering that it’s dangerous to be releasing pheromones in public.

Your mind catches up with yourself and you realize you’ve also sent a heady cloud of pheromone to wash over Bakugo. You swallow as you realize the slight breathiness in his voice and his unfocused eyes are from you. Both of you have unconsciously been trying to essentially seduce the other, and clearly it’s worked.

#probalby will end up being a fic damn #I’ll format it better if that’s the case #but miggi’s tags in that post got me sweatin i had to write #omega baku /and/ omega reader yes pls #whew #is it hot in here?#omega bakugou #blue writes #a/b/o #omegaverse

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keiishima · 3 years ago

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Mon Chéri — My Hero Academia

Fem-dom!reader x Sub!characters – Kirishima, Todoroki, Bakugo, Kaminari.. tbd

Theme: I’ve written a prologue at the bottom that each character’s full fic is based off of, the whole ‘theme’ for it is just rich fem reader, but there will be either sugar mommy dynamics, milf, mommy kinks, ma’am kinks, maybe even mistress kinks.

A/n: this is a small ‘series’ if you could call it that, I know I will be writing for four characters for sure, I may be adding more but I’m not entirely sure.

Masterlist:

Eijiro Kirishima: The Penthouse. | Completed 6/04/2021

Warnings: smut 18+ minors dni, fem & dom reader, m.sub, handjob, praising, sugar mommy dynamics, slight breeding kink, unedited | 4k

Katsuki Bakguo: The Limo |

Warnings: TBD

Shoto Todoroki: The Art Gallery |

Warnings: TBD

Denki Kaminari: The Opera House |

Warnings: TBD

Prologue:

There was a softness to the air that he hadn’t felt in a while. It had been such a long time that he nearly couldn’t recognize it. It mingled with the quiet music that filled the room, he knew it was meant to be relaxing, but all he could do was think about how close you were.

Only a few tables separated the two of you now, his eyes had been glued to you all night, and it was quite obvious. Not that he didn’t try to hide is attraction towards you, but it didn’t work. The glances that were meant to be brief turned into lingering stares as he watched you speak with other people.

A part of him wishing that you were talking to him, that he had the courage to come up and talk to you. Maybe he would’ve if he took advantage of the open bar, but even then his nervousness probably wouldn’t leave him fully anyways.

So, he stayed in his seat eyes trained on you. It almost felt wrong how much attention he had been putting on you all night, but he couldn’t give a single thought about stopping. You were just so… mesmerizing to him.

The way you moved slightly to the music, like you weren’t in control of the movements. Completely in tune with the song as you continued your conversations. Your hand coming to rest on the other person’s arm while you laughed quietly. Oh how he wished that it were him, that he was one of the people your attention was focused on.

But he couldn’t; a single thought sitting in the back of his head holding him back. He was much to young for you. Not that you were old by any means, but there was just a mature air about you. It was both intriguing and a bit frightening.

He had seen you at these events before, being one of the sons of the families that were invited. Each time the night ended the same way. You were stuck in his head while you left, no recollection of how he felt, or how he had watched you the entire night.

Or that is what he thought. If he would’ve come up to you, even once, maybe he would’ve seen it in a new light. You weren’t unaware of his eyes on you, not at all actually. From the first night you had seen him, he’s done the same thing.

Quietly watching you from across the room, a drink in his hand that he just never seemed to drink from. He was interesting, far more interesting than any of the other people at these functions. There were several times where you wanted to introduce yourself to him, but there was just enough of you that wanted to see how long he’d wait.

So you would wait as long as he did, you were quite patient anyways.

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aikrus · 4 years ago

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To All The Love We Didn’t Share

Mha B. Katsuki x Reader Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Injury, Catastrophe A/N: Just a drabble of Bakugo and the reader having too much history to be together in any other situation

I should have seen this coming.

The rooftop of her abandoned building turned studio apartment had never felt so much like home. Y/n gazed out to the screaming orange, red, and purple sky. She stood on the concrete roof for an hour, looking for it.

Just when the cold began to be too much, it appeared- he appeared. Broken and battered, covered in bruises and blood. Her lips parted and Bakugo almost wept at the pure concern in her eyes as he crumbled to the ground beside her.

Y/n crouched down beside him, supporting him all the way inside. She draped him on her sofa, running to the bathroom and back with her arms filled with a variety of medical supplies.

“Buy me dinner first- at least,”

Y/n scowled at him and continued to get him out of the bloody costume. “You’re an idiot.”

Bakugo let out a sharp puff of air and smiled softly, almost afraid to laugh.

Though he was hazy and disoriented, he still remembered everything about her house. “I’ve missed it here.”

Y/n’s quick patch-up work paused at his statement, but started almost as quickly as it stopped.

His hands catch hers as she disinfects one of the deeper wounds on his chest- “I’ve missed you.”

Y/n looked from his crimson eyes to the chaos outside before turning back again. “I’ve missed you too.”

Bakugo leant back on the sofa, as if he could relax for the first time in years. A small, dopey smile pulled on his lips as he closed his eyes, letting her get back to fixing him up.

Despite being more out-of-it than ever, more disoriented and hurt than he might ever had been, Bakugo came to her once more. Shaking the implication from her head, Y/n retrieved one of his abandoned outfits from the back of her closet, handing them to him and putting the supplies back.

She sighed, standing up from her crouch on the bathroom floor and making her way back to the living room, sitting awkwardly next to him.

The silence was a storm brewing, bubbling up her anxiety and biding its time.

“Why weren’t you out fighting?”

Y/n froze, her hand instinctively going to cover her stomach.

“I just.. couldn’t.”

He scoffed- “You’ve never backed down from a fight before- scared were you?”

“Terrified.”

A stunned Bakugo and solemn Y/n sat together. She couldn’t take the quiet, so she turned on the tv- a mistake.

Pro-Heros can’t contain the aftermath of fight, asteroid continues its path

Y/n gasped when Bakugo’s hand squeezes hers reassuringly. She slouched over, putting her head on his shoulder.

“It should have always been like this,”

“What?” She didn’t look up at him, “The world suddenly ending?”

“No,” he rested his head on top of hers, “Us together.”

A bittersweet smile pulled on her lips. “You’re wrong.” A million memories flashed through her eyes, “We never would have worked. We’re too much together, too much push and too much pull. We were never meant to love one another.”

He bit his bottom lip- “You really think that? There was never a way we could have been together?”

Y/n paused- “Maybe when the world is ending?”

Bakugo chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “God- I love you,” he said it breathily, filled with so much emotion and adoration. Y/n froze and sat up, looking him in the eyes.

I love you.

“I have to tell you something,”

This can’t be the end,

“and I’m so fucking sorry,”

I should have seen this coming-

“but I’m pregnant.”

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apollostears · 4 years ago

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NEEDED ME [ k. bakugo ]

anime: my hero academia

pairing: bakugo x black!fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, drugs, under the influenceness, underage drinking

plot: attending your first college party should be fun but first you have resolved friend drama to handle. or...is it more complicated than that?

note: this is a college au! where after high school, the students attend UA University before entering the hero world. this is also apart of my lil series i’m working on with bakugo and an oc that isn’t out yet but will be!

the large frat house was packed with young adults by the time the three girls had shown up. it was their first, off campus party with some local college a few miles away from them. y/n was nervous but excited and grateful to sero for scoring them access to such a stacked event.

“do you see anybody?” momo asked loudly over the bass-thumping music.

mina and y/n shook their heades, keeping their eyes peeled for any familiar faces. the party started at ten, but it was midnight when the girls showed up. mina claimed that it helped draw attention to them, which isn’t what the other two wanted.

however, y/n had to admit that mina wasn’t a liar. most people had started to bring their attention to them as they moved through the crowd to a more spacious area. she spotted todoroki’s two-toned hair somewhere in the crowd and the closer she got to him, the better she was able to identify where he was.

“i see todoroki in the kitchen. maybe he’s with the others.” she announced over her shoulder, continuing to head his way.

sure enough, there was todoroki with midoriya, ochaco, tsu, and tokoyami. “heyyyy guys! you finally made it!” ochaco greeted the three girls, wasting no time in pulling them into a hug.

y/n noted how she already smelt a bit like alcohol, not too much but enough to make her tipsy. she was a bit surprised to smell it on the preppy girl but figured ochaco would end up trying it sometime in their college career.

“eekkk you guys look sooo cute!! i can’t believe you managed to get tokoyami and todoroki out here. have you seen anyone else from our class?” mina asked, maneuvering her way through the kitchen to get some drinks for her friends.

y/n went to stand by todoroki, squeezing her way into his corner as she waited for her drink from mina. the kitchen wasn’t as crowded as the rest of the house but there was still a good amount of people in there. while her friends talked, she wondered if bakugo was there. he had been acting weird since they last spoke, when they argued over her ‘relationship’ with shindo.

she couldn’t tell if he was mad at her for blowing him off to spend time with the boy in her class but if he was, she didn’t understand why. bakugo used to blow her off all the time whenever kirishima or the boys wanted to hang. sure, it sucked at first but she didn’t make a big deal about it.

this whole situation was so weird to her and she wanted it to be over with.

“so, are you and bakugo still not talking to each other?” todoroki asked, starting his own private conversation with the girl next to him.

y/n paused in her response, grabbing the drink from mina and taking a sip before speaking. “uh yeah, i guess we still aren’t on the best of terms.”

“and it’s bothering you?”

“well yeah. bakugo’s like my bestest friend and if he isn’t talking to me then i don’t know what the fuck to do.”

the others had filtered out of the kitchen, choosing to either go search for their friends or mingle with new people. y/n felt a headache coming from stressing over her situation with bakugo and from the loud music ringing in her ears.

“maybe you should talk to him. he’s been staring at you for the past five minutes now and honestly, it’s a little creepy.” todoroki advised, motioning his head to the area across from them.

sure enough, bakugo was standing by the wall in the living room. drink in hand and an intense glare on her, one that didn’t seem to be breaking any time soon.

rolling her eyes at his stalkerish behavior, she thanked todoroki for his advice and made her way through the crowd to him.

“so what? you was just gonna stare at me the whole night?” y/n asked, cutting straight to the point when she stopped in front of the boy.

bakugo sucked his teeth before drinking from his red cup. “saw you talking to icy hot. didn’t wanna interupt anything.” he muttered, suddenly looking anywhere but at her.

“please, like that has ever stopped you before. i don’t like this katsuki.” she said, giving him an annoyed look to get her point across.

wordlessly, bakugo pushes off the wall and grabs y/n by the forearm. “lets go outside.” he said softly, leaning close to speak in her ear.

she nodded, following him outside of the busy house and onto the front lawn. there were frat guys kegging, trash loitered about, and some kids running through a makeshift slip n’ slide drunk off their asses.

“why are you upset with me suki?” y/n questioned as soon as bakugo had let her go and stopped walking.

bakugo sighed and finished the rest of his drink, crumbling up the cup with little effort, tossing it in one of the trash bags laying around. y/n assumed it was the fraternity’s attempt in trying to encourage trash cleanup by the partygoers.

“this shindo kid...i don’t like him for you.” he spoke seriously, looking y/n right in the eye to convey his sincerity.

y/n raised an eyebrow inquisitively, finding it difficult to believe that that was his reason for acting like such an asshole the past few days. “are you serious?”

bakugo’s sincere look quickly turned into one of irritation at y/n’s lack of trust in his words. “i didn’t fucking stutter.” he bit.

“you don’t even fuckin know him! we’re literally just work partners, i don’t understand where all this hostility is coming from. it’s fuckin ridiculous katsuki.”

bakugo let out something akin to a growl as he aggressively kicked at some trash before him in an attempt to let out some aggresion. “he looks at you like you’re an easy fuck! and you’re walking around without a care in the fucking world while he plots to make a move!”

y/n stared at him, mouth agape and eyes wide, shock was written all over her face. everything bakugo was saying kept sounding more and more out of pocket. “is you smokin dick or something? shindo and i are. friends!!! get that through your head because the way you’ve been acting towards me these past few days has been completely out of character! like what the fuck?!”

“you don’t get it do you? you’re so goddamn dumb that you really don’t see it. he doesn’t want you y/n! he wants your body and i’m trying to save your dumbass from making a mistake!” bakugo argued, his hands beginning to sweat nitroglycerin the hyper he got.

y/n laughed dryly, amused at bakugo’s ability to act like he knew what was best for everybody and that all his friends needed him, whether they knew it or not. “see. that’s it! right there! that’s the shit i be talking about. you talk like you got a fuckin god complex! like we need you to protect us. well guess what bakugo, i don’t need you. i don’t need you to tell me what to do. i don’t need you policing who i can and can’t be friends with. i don’t need you acting like you’re my boyfriend when you’re supposed to be my friend!”

y/n’s tone of voice garnered some looks from the people around them but she didn’t care. she was fed up with bakugo’s overprotective nature. it was fine in high school because she figured it would pass once they got to college, but it’s clear now that he’ll always see her as something he has to protect. and that wasn’t how she wanted to live her life.

for a moment, bakugo looked hurt. defeat in the air and a certain sadness in his eyes, it made y/n realize her mistake but it was too late. the damage was done.

“you’re right, i’m not your boyfriend but i’m not your friend either.” his voice was low and calm but even y/n could tell that he was genuinely hurt by what she said.

“shit katsuki, i’m sorry—”

“don’t. don’t call me that. you’ve lost that right.” bakugo had cut the girl off coldly, an icy glare masking the true pain that he felt in that moment.

i mean...how else are you supposed to feel walking away from the love of your life?

unable to come up with anything meaningful, y/n just watched as her best friend walked away from her and out of her life. i do need him. maybe more than he needs me.

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