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unleash-hell-little-one · 6 years ago

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Commonality

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“Why don’t you buzz off with the rest of the idiots?” He says, this time at his leveled voice.

Momo rubs her arm and she softly responds.

“ I don’t really like dancing. “

Bakugou sits at a table by himself, trying his hardest to appear bored out of his mind. A select few of Class 1-A as well as All Might earned themselves a trip to I Island, a man-made island known to be at the forefront of scientific discoveries. All Might, with his many connections, scored an all expenses paid trip to reacquaint with his former sidekick David Shield. The two congregated with the other adults, drinking and talking through their past adventures.

The spiky blonde scanned the room. The dance floor was currently occupied by a crowd of high energy teenagers, dancing to an EDM song. He saw Deku and the blonde girl Melissa dancing together which looked more like Deku awkwardly jutting his arm and legs every few seconds. His face flushed and had an expression of discomfort. Uraraka and some of the other girls were enjoying themselves by the buffet while Kaminari was in the corner annoyedly charging phones.

"Bakugou?"

The teen turned to his left and was greeted by the vice president's concerned face. She was wearing a mint colored dress, some gold jewelry and white heels. Her spikes were styled in a peculiar way.

"What do you want Ponytail?"

She tilts her head curiously, "You're not dancing?"

Bakugou scoffs and narrows his eyes, "Me sitting on this chair not obvious enough for you?"

"Oh, well…it is a welcoming party for us. You should at least show a little appreciation for the host."

"Appreciation my ass. I didn't even want to come here."

There was a prolonged pause between the two. Yaoyorozu took a seat, despite Bakugou not offering. It had been a few months since the Class 1-A was established and Yaoyorozu hadn't found much time to interact with every student, let alone the intimidating Bakugou Katsuki. The boy was as approachable as a time bomb.

Not wanting to disgrace the title of vice president, Momo strived for any sort of common ground with the spiky haired blond next to her. Her eyes darted around and sees a curious design on his vest.

"Ah! We're matching! Look Bakugou!"

Yaoyorozu points at his side and the boy sits up, clearly annoyed.

"The hell are you rambling about?"

"We have the same color see? My dress and your floral pattern." Momo excitedly says, she smiles at him, already feeling an ominous aura from his glares.

"Keep you hands and eyes to your damn self!"

"S-sorry."

Well that was a complete disaster, Momo thought as she sighed. Bakugou appeared to have calmed down slightly but huffs as he crosses his arms. He faces the dance floor once again.

"Why don't you buzz off with the rest of the idiots?" He says, this time at his leveled voice.

Momo rubs her arm and she softly responds.

"I don't really enjoy dancing. "

Momo senses no change in his irritated look and decided to elaborate a little.

"Frankly, I'm terrible at it. I've been trying to hide from Hagakure and Ashido. They'll want me to join but I'm afraid I'd just look like a fool."

Bakugou seemed as if he didn't hear anything she had just admitted. His lack of a reaction unexpectedly made Momo feel more relaxed. As expected, Bakugou didn't really like getting involved in people's affairs. He seems to be the kind of guy with a one track mind.

Oh what the heck, Momo internally shrugs. Her attempt at a civil conversation couldn't be any worse so she then decides on a much mundane topic. Seems to be the no nonsense kind. Might as well give it a try.

"So how did you find the exam Bakugou?"

"Hm. I know I destroyed it."

Wow, a response. And a non-threatening one as well. Momo blinks and nods softly. She knows he's exceptionally smart, but the recent exam had been particularly brutal, even with her S - Class intelligence.

"And?" Momo urges him on.

Bakugou stays quiet again, worrying Momo that he was going to revert back to yelling at her. He tightens the grip he had on his forearm and scoffs for the umpteenth time.

"Question 45? Fucking bitch."

Momo's face brightens as she almost slams on the table, "Right?! I was stuck on it for three minutes!"

"Who the hell needs to know Dalton's Law? Of course, the sum of two or more partial pressures would be the same as the total pressure! That piece of shit created a physics law basically saying one plus one equals two!"

"And Question 71? My goodness, molecular orbital theory was not even in the curriculum this semester and yet you have to explain why electrons are not assigned to individual bonds between atoms? I know it, but what about students like Kaminari who haven't even the basic knowledge of chemistry? It's like they want us to fail!"

"Swear to god Aizawa was so smug when he added that chemistry question. That bum ass looking weirdo!"

Momo eases down on her chair and released a soft giggle, "It is so refreshing to hear someone with the same frustrations. People usually assume that I study for fun. I only try so hard because it's directly linked to my Quirk."

Bakugou looks down on his hand and closes it into a fist, "People think that I'm too busy blowing shit up to open a book. Doesn't matter how high of a score I get, there's still some retard accusing me of cheating."

Momo nods in sympathy. She places a hand under her chin in contemplation. "I am curious about that. You're very intelligent Bakugou. I suppose it has something to do with your sleeping habits."

"My what?"

"You sleep earlier than most people our age. Your memory's probably well consolidated."

Bakugou taken aback from the compliment, seemed to be a little flustered. He blinked a few times and was about to respond when two figures came up in front of them unexpectedly.

"Hey Bakugou come join us!" Kirishima appeared to the two sitting on the table with Ashido in tow.

"Yaomomo! There you are! What are you doing sitting there?" Mina asked happily.

Momo's fears came in an unexpected rush as the thought of being pushed into the dance floor had her dreading. Mina looks to her expectantly.

"Ah Ashido! U-um I'm not confident dancing-"

Mina tugs Momo's arm grinning, "Don't be embarrassed Yaomomo you gotta-"

"Ponytail was being an idiot and sprained her foot. She's letting it rest."

Momo darted her eyes to Bakugou, his were closed but his snare was evident.

Mina gasps and kneels to Momo's legs. "Oh no! That's terrible honey let me see!"

Without even thinking, Momo quickly created an ice pack from her leg as she pulled her skirt. She smiled and rubbed her foot in assurance.

"Oh, that's good you have an ice pack. Just make sure you take it easy okay?"

"I will. Thank you, Mina."

Ashido's eyes widened as she hugged Momo, "You said my first name! Yay!"

Kirishima smiles as he sees the two girls having a moment. He turns to his stubborn friend and asks, "So how about you Bakugou?"

"No shit for brains I'm not dancing with you idiots!"

Kirishima shrugs replies, "Thought it would be polite to ask. At least you have Yaoyorozu keeping you company here."

The red-haired teenager turned to Momo and rubs the back of his neck in apology, "Sorry you're stuck with this guy Yaoyorozu."

"Not at all. Bakugou and I were discussing some chemistry theories. Would you like to hear them?"

Upon hearing the end of Momo's sentence, Mina takes Kirishima's arm and pulls him towards the dance floor in panic. She'd been on the brunt of Momo's scientific explanations. She does not want to experience that again.

"Uh no thank you. C'mon Kirishima let's leave these two nerds to discuss."

"Okay, I'll see you guys." Momo says as she waves.

The pair runs back to join the class and Momo sees Bakugou's shoulders visibly sags. He mutters beneath his collar.

"Thanks."

Momo smiles brightly as she places her hand under her chin. Academically, she was at the top but now the opportunity to dispute with a fellow intellectual seemed too good to pass up. Bakugou Katsuki...I've got a pretty good measure of you.

"Now…about Dalton's Law. I personally believe it's justified."

"Hell no! That shit is so useless!"

"I think not."

From the center of the room, Kirishima and Ashido hears the commotion that Momo and Bakugou were causing. There was a lot of yelling involved which for Bakugou was to be expected, but Momo was also participating.

"Yaomomo and Bakugou are really getting into it. Is chemistry really that intense?"

#bakumomo #momo yaoyorozu #Yaoyorozu Momo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #all might #david shield #melissa shield #deku #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #uraraka ochako #ashido mina #kirishima eijirou #bakumomo fic

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fizzychocolatemilk · 3 years ago

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@eziolovesbirds’s request for this ask game. If you were expecting Katsuki to be doing the kabedon-ing (?) you are going to be sorely disappointed (or maybe not, you might like this better than what you imagined 0.0). This is set in their third year, so Momo is a little more gutsy than she is canonically. bakumomo / kabedon

Momo was getting tired of the status quo. She and Katsuki had been getting closer: training together occasionally on weekends, having late night tea sessions (both actual and metaphorical), studying together—and Momo wasn’t completely oblivious—she could tell that they were starting to develop mutual feelings for each other. But the question is, what should she do?

To answer this question, Momo had consulted her trove of information on the modern day teen—the Class-A girls. She didn’t tell them that she was planning on confessing to Katsuki (that can of worms could be opened another day), but she still got the information she needed—now all she needed was to find the right moment to act…

She was almost to the classroom when she got the perfect opportunity. Katsuki was walking alone in front of her, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was behind him.

Momo took the moment to act. She slammed her palm against the wall and trapped Katsuki between her and it. Katsuki looked bewildered as Momo leaned in so they were nose-to-nose. “Katsuki-kun, will you go on a date with me?”

Momo grinned delicately as she witnessed the sight of Katsuki’s face darkening several shades with a heavy blush. He stammered for a moment before beginning to yell, “What the fuck, Ponytail?! You trying to joke with me?!”

He lifted his hands, presumably to hold her at arm’s length, but before he got to that point his hands accidentally brushed the outside of her breasts. This only seemed to exacerbate his blush and he immediately slammed his hands against the wall behind him.

“Fuck! Listen. I didn’t fucking mean to touch you, okay? Can you just...take a fucking step back,” he looked away before continuing, “...please.”

Momo had begun to blush slightly when Katsuki had brushed against her, but she took a step back at his heed. She still had a hand against the wall, but it was less menacing and almost hesitant to actually touch. “Katsuki-kun...I really like you. And...I’m pretty sure you like me too. I’d really enjoy it if we could go on a date.”

Katsuki looked away once more as his blush gained more intensity. “Fucking...I’d like to go on a date too…” he mumbled.

Momo smiled brightly and used the hand that was on the wall to grab one of Katsuki’s hands. “That’s perfect. We really need to get to class now, but we can discuss the details later? Over tea maybe?”

Katsuki glanced over at Momo with a barely perceptible smile. “Yeah. Sounds good, Ponytail.” He started walking to class, and Momo followed. Their hands still clasped together.

#fizzy's fics #ask game responses #kabedon #accidental groping #kind of lol #it's more of a brush than a grope #Katsuki treats it like he groped her though #accidental brushing #bakumomo #momobaku #bakugou katsuki #yaoyorozu momo

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sweetbyte · 3 years ago

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Momo Yaoyorozu | Bakugou Katsuki

Rated M | AO3 | Word Count: 2058

baby, you’re all i think about

It is hardly her fault to have been reduced to this. She cannot help that her parents worry about their only daughter and her health, status and success. Cannot help that her mother, in particular, is highly invested in her nonexistent love life and expectant even, as according to her, neither one of them were getting any younger.

“The time for grandbabies is now, my dear. Believe me, neither of us will have the energy as we get older. Quite frankly, I want to be able to enjoy my beloveds without worrying about my knees giving out.”

“Mother, I’m sure you’ll have time to spoil them whenever we are blessed.”

“Of course, sweetheart! They will be adored to the fullest, it is only that I worry about you and that dangerous hero business. Have you not contributed enough to society? What about your future? Your family?”

Being the icon of a devoted daughter, Momo does all she can to dote and placate her parents. However, while she has faced many horrors and dangers in her career, she cannot conquer her fear of disappointing them by being honest. She does not want kids, at least not yet. She is only 26! Momo understands the commitment that is involved with raising a child. One has to be committed to not only the child, but to the partner as well, who must also return the sentiment. It is hard enough to maintain a stable relationship, but now a child?

Momo lets out a reluctant sigh. She doesn’t particularly struggle maintaining a relationship though, so that is not an issue for her. The only concern gnawing at her nerves is that fact that her relationship started rather unconventionally so there were never any established expectations. Though many would go as far to describe her partner as intimidating, ill-tempered and rough around the edges, which are all completely valid by the way, she has seen the tender and playful side of him behind the privacy of their walls. Despite that, there is nothing that suggests he is looking for a long-time commitment with her, she thinks, ignoring a sharp pain in her gut. More so, she doesn’t know where his stance is on having children since he commonly refers to kids as ‘little shits’, in what is clearly annoyance.

A knock on her door prevents her from mentally spiraling out of control and she moves to open it. As if the world is enjoying her struggle, the sight of her boyfriend behind the door looking rather unimpressed has a comical effect on her. What is the phrase – speak of the devil and he shall appear? Her back stiffens, eyes widen, and lets out an embarrassing squeak which is acknowledged by the raise of an eyebrow.

“Are you gonna let me in or are we gonna just stay in the hallway?” Though his expression is one of smugness, she can see amusement in his eyes and hear playfulness in his tone. Regardless, she’s sputtering back into motion, ushering him inside. He says nothing further about her strange behavior which gives her some peace of mind. That is, until she notices a pacifier on the floor by her foot. Had that popped out of her in her surprise?

Bakugou notices her mortified expression, which is equivalent to a dear caught in in headlights and follows her line of sight to the offending baby item on the floor. “What the fuck?” She doesn’t realize that perhaps she’s worked herself up over the baby topic drastically until now, where she stands frozen, close to tears because how the heck will she explain this? Her mind and heart races so she fails to notice Bakugou talking to her until he cups he face in his hands and tugs her to look at him, thumbs rubbing her cheeks in soothing circles.

“Hey, just breathe. In and out. One more time. Good girl.” Momo has somewhat regained herself but fights the blush blooming on her face. Not only is she still drowning in embarrassment, but she can’t help the automatic response her body has that damn pet name he uses on her to get her writhing in pleasure. What is her life?

“Is there something I need to know?” Bakugou is oddly calm and levelheaded with a dash of concerned. It throws her off immensely as her eloquent response is a breathy “Huh?”

“If I have to drag you to the fucking hospital, I won’t hesitate.” “No! It’s not like that!”

He snorts as his hands fall; face filled with skepticism. “I’m not an idiot. There are two possible explanations. 1) your pregnant” He raises a single finger and shortly another, “or 2) you want to be. So, which one is it, sweetheart?”

“Neither!” Momo screeches causing Bakugou to step back with his hands up in a show of compliance and peace and she resists the surprising urge to smack him, if only lightly.

“I’m not the one fucking mass-producing baby supplies.” “I am not!” She ends with a childish stop, which in turn makes him glare. “Well, I suggest you don’t look down. You’re in for an ugly surprise.”

Of course, she looks down and finds freaking bottles and stuffies and diapers surrounding her, piling up with her emotional crisis. This counts as a crisis, right? It has to.

“I swear I’m not!” She just about cries, and he must see the desperation on her face since his softens a bit before going back to calm her down.

“You’re not. The more you look at that shit the more you’ll stress yourself out.” She knows he’s being surprisingly patient with her as she is moved into the living room, but her nerves have been fried. There’s no way he’ll be back after today. She’s sure of it. “Come on, move. Now, sit.”

He situates her on the couch and disappears into the kitchen. Momo bites her tongue, on the verge of asking him to come back like a needy mess. Which to be clear, she is, apparently. She doesn’t have much time to be at war with herself as he quickly returns with a glass of water and trail mix. Although she’d much rather have something sweet, she’s very appreciative of his attention towards her.

He does not speak until he is satisfied that she’s calmed before he levels her with a no-nonsense expression. “Explain”

This is silly, she thinks. She just has to tell the truth so they can laugh about it and move on. And if he doesn’t find it all too funny and decides that this is where they end. That’s ok, isn’t it? No its not

What if he tells her kids are not in his future? Just because she doesn’t want any now doesn’t mean she never thought of them when she was ready. If that is not something they both agree on, she would still have to let him go, wouldn’t she.

“Stop overthinking it, just start from the beginning.”

She nods and then takes a deep breath. “Right. While talking to my mother-“ “Ah, that explains everything.”

“Excuse me?”

Bakugou just crosses his arms and shrugs. “I ran into her the other day. She was asking me when I’d plan to marry you. The sooner the better, apparently seeing as she is itching for little heathens to smother.”

Momo does something along the lines of gaping at the sheer audacity of her mother. Bakugou can only chuckle.

“Well, what did you say in response?”

“I needed your father’s blessing first.”

She stares at him, wide eyed and mute. All of the air has left her body. Surely, he said that just to humor her mother, no?

“You-“ “Got it right away too.”

He was nonchalant and unbothered that she struggled to believe he wasn’t messing around with her.

“You didn’t tell me?”

“Aren’t proposals supposed to be, I don’t know, a surprise?” He huffs in what looks like exasperation while crossing his arms and she can’t remember how they ended here. “You’re serious.” She manages to breathe out in disbelief.

“This isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Bakugou bites out and she sees the signs of his defensiveness with the ways his shoulders tense and his jaw clenches. “No its just that, we never talked about children or marriage at that!”

“I didn’t bring it up because I know your mother harasses you constantly about it. I don’t want you to do or give up anything you don’t want to.” Tears build up at his thoughtfulness, like she needs anything to love him more for, and the next thing she knows she is flinging herself across the room towards him. He outstretches his arms in time to catch her and hold her close while giving her what she can only describe is fond stare.

“I just” She sniffles into him, and his arms tighten around her in response “I thought that you wouldn’t want anything more than what we have. They are big commitments and I know you do not like being confined or constricted.”

He is quiet for a moment before she feels the heavy sigh that passes through his chest. “I didn’t like the idea when I was younger. I always thought I was tough shit.”

“You still do.” She interjects as he pointedly ignores her.

“I thought that I would never change because I could never imagine myself being influenced by someone so much that I would get attached. But then you came, quite literally in fact, and you were so beautiful. Everything about you continued to make me better. Eventually, I saw my future change, I couldn’t imagine it without you. You nurture and care and lets face it, you look hot as hell with kids, how was I not going to imagine you round with a child I put there?” Momo doesn’t expect for his words to hit her as hard as they do and yet her knees feel week as she resists the urge to rub her thighs together.

“Katsuki” She whines.

“I love what I do, but I love you more, and I’ll love everything you’re willing to give me, including a snot-nosed little sh-��

“Katsuki!” Momo pinches his stomach, her heart racing, and she feels him laugh until they fall into a sweet silence.

“You should honestly ask me now, I don’t think you’ve ever talked about me this much” She teases as she pulls away from him slightly, enough so that she can see his face.

“Don’t get used to it, I’m not doing this again. Disgusting” Bakugou sneers as his cheeks redden giving him away. She loves it so she kisses him because she can. “What happens now?”

“How about this.” He starts innocently enough, hands resting on her elbows. “You marry me, yeah, and your mother dearest can take what we give her.” She nods at this but gasps as his eyes turn mischievous and his hands begin a slow descent, leaving a blazing path she can feel on her skin through her clothes. “They don’t have to know how much I already fuck you full of my come, do they?” His hands land on the backside and pulls her into him in a slow grind, it has her whimpering with need. “Do you think your mother would be proud? How well you take me? You know she wants to be a granny. Should I do that, make her one by fucking you until your carrying my child?” Its filthy. The way he moves her, his words, the way he is whispering them into her collarbone all he way up to her ear. She can only clutch him, anywhere she can, while he trails a warpath on her skin.

“Please.” She mewls.

“Please what, princess.” It comes out as a growl, and she can feel herself dripping as he bites her exposed neck. She wants this, needs it. He has always been her undoing, and he will continue to be. “Please…fuck me. Please, please, until I’m round and full and-” His hand has made its way into her hair, where it now clutches her hair, pulling until she’s awarded with the view of his face, smug and lustful. Her breaths come in pants, as he slowly draws her close until his lips brush against hers.

“Since you asked nicely.”

She said yes, by the way, many many times.

A/N: My yearly bakumomo fic, what's good.

This was supposed to be sweet, but I am incapable of having them not want to jump each other apparently.

I hope Bakugou is not too OCC here. I'd like to think he would grow out of his stubbornness and quick temper as an adult, if only a little. You know what they say about little kids who like throwing the word fuck around because they think they're tough shit until they grow and stop using curse words in every sentence. That being said, I still think he would be smug because my son knows his worth and maybe still emotionally challenged/vulnerable but man enough to admit it. yes, I might be trying to manifest here, let me be.

I like the idea of Momo being a spaz about creating things when she’s nervous or hiding something that her guilt gives her away.

Important side note, I'm happy not rushing to have children is being normalized. I am on the older side of my twenty's and I hate people not accepting the fact that I want to focus on me and have a successful career before even thinking about offspring. Cut that shit out. Times are different and no one is going to make me feel bad that I don't want children. They are not cheap, and definitely not in this economy. My pets keep my motherly side fulfilled, thanks! ((breeding kink is kinda hot tho, peace))

#bakumomo #my fics #jots #established relationship #soft bakugou #flustered momo #adults are talking #communication is key

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yaoyorostar · 2 years ago

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bakumomo fic recs pleasee :))))

Oho!

One specially great fanfic is Ruby Red and Caramel by Juni Onigiri (it has 10 chapters and the quality and ICness are 100/10)

Two more fics that you should totally read if you're into drama and well written smut are Guilty Pleasures and Blow It Up by chrissywrite

Hope to have helped somehow!

#bakumomo #fic recs #bakugou katsuki #momo yaoyorozu

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mintandcoldwater · 3 years ago

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check out the snippet of a BakuMomo Friendship fic I have going on

A bit of background info: They wanted to be just a little bit stupid and irresponsible for one night, so they both got buzzed in Momo’s room.

Bakugou sunk into the beanbag-like couch cushion thing in Momo’s room, his mind completely warm and fuzzy. Like it was being smothered by a fat, gray cat with thick fur and yellow eyes. But not in an uncomfortable way.

‘What’s this made of?’ his voice was barely a whisper in the dim room. He didn’t want to break the peace. It was like, an unspoken thing now. The only noise allowed was from the speakers connected to the laptop that was playing…something. Bakugou squinted at the projected movie on the wall. He knew what this was. He was sure of it. The name just wasn’t coming to him.

Momo hummed and slouched down to lean her head on his shoulder. “It’s ,” she paused, smacked her lips. They sake made her mouth feel heavy. “Memory foam an’...” She sighed. It took too much effort to complete the sentence. And it was too much effort to ask Bakugou to pass the bottle back to her too.

Her brows furrowed as she flopped her hand across his stomach. He was being greedy. He knew they were supposed to share it. He said so himself.

Bakugou patted her hand and passed the water bottle to her.

Momo whined and gestured lazily to the half empty sake bottle beside him.

Bakugou frowned. “No. Water. ‘S important. If you don’t drink it you’ll..you’ll” he stuttered and blinked rapidly before turning fully around and gripping her shoulders. “You’ll die.”

Momo’s eyes widened. She whimpered before gripping Bakugou’s shoulders too. “I don’t wanna die.” her eyes shifted around the room, as if death itself was about to appear any moment.

Bakugou took her hands from his shoulder and solemnly placed the bottle of water in them. Momo cautiously sipped on the water. She had to be careful. It was a matter of life and death.

Halfway through she paused. “Suki.” she whispered. She tugged his sleeve. “Bak’go.”

“Hmmm?”

“Drink some.” Her eyes were wide and earnest. “You can’t die either.”

Bakugou eyes widened, her fear now mirrored in his, as if he didn’t consider the fact that he could die too.

That made her sad.

He gripped the water bottle with a firm hand.

“Imma build you temples Mo.”

Her nose wrinkled. “Temples?”

“Temples.” Bakugou gulped down the water and smacked his lips. “Fuckin’,” he stretched his arms out, not even wincing when one hit the corner of her bed, “the biggest temples. Because you’re awesome.”

Momo giggled.

Bakugou nodded seriously. “I’ll build it myself- no,” his eyes sparkled and a sharp grin crossed his face. The same grin he got when he figured out something quickly. She liked that grin.

“I’ll get thirty, no fifty, men to build it. And then after that you can have them.” Bakugou nodded, firm and sure in his plan.

Momo muffled her laughter in her palms. “What am I supposed to do with them?”

‘You can..I dunno.,’ he hiccuped. ‘You can use them to take over the world. Or make you cake. Have your own little harem.’

He waited for her to fill in, maybe give what she’d like him to dress her harem. He personally thought black and orange would be good. He’s not biased at all.

He turned when he didn’t hear anything from her. Momo’s head was down, her inky hair covering her face.

“Mo?”

Bakugou slipped from the beanbag, and rolled so he was facing her. He poked her leg. “What is it?”

Her head was still down, and no answer came.

Bakugou flipped over and did a slow military crawl to put his head in her lap. He poked her stomach.

She wrapped her arms around his head, burying her face in his hair. His face was in her stomach, and her grip was too tight so he kind of couldn’t breathe, but that was okay. Momo smelled nice and soft and warm. It made him feel fuzzy. Like the gray cat wasn’t only in his brain.

He felt her murmur something in his hair. Bakugou… Bakugou couldn’t hear from his hair.

He had to move and tell her, just in case she forgot

As soon as he pulled away though, Momo latched onto his cheeks. Her hands pressed his cheeks together until his lips were puckered like a pufferfish. Bakugou thinks he’d make a cute pufferfish. He would ask Momo but he needed to focus, because there were tears in her eyes. She was about to cry, and he didn’t know what to do, because Momos shouldn’t cry.

“Suki, I don’t want a man harem.” she whispered.

He blinked.

“I don’t,” here she trailed off, her voice wobbling. She wanted to tell him. Bakugou placed his hands over hers and nodded slowly.

“A woman harem?” He whispered. She winced slightly, resisting the urge to close her eyes.

She nodded.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll make you the best woman harem ever.”

Momo’s eyes watered again, she loved him so much. She sniffled. “I don’t need a harem-”

Bakugou frowned. “Then who’s gonna make your tower? Wait, Mo, what if they aren’t your harem?” He bounced slightly in place, dislodging her hands from his face. Bakugou leaned forward. “What if they were a tower? An entire tower of women? You can stick them together and then go climbing-”

Momo let out an incredulous laugh. “There’s no way I can climb a woman tower. There’s no way we can even make a woman tower…a wotower,” she tilted her head slowly. “ A wower?”

Bakugou snorted. “A wower.”

Momo didn’t know why it was so funny. He said it so weirdly. She tried to mimic it. “A wower.”

“W-ower.” He whisper yelled.

“Wo-wer.” She threw her hands in the sky.

“Wow-er”

Soon they were on the floor, wheezing and snorting and trying to shush each other so they didn’t wake anyone up.

Momo wiped her tears.

Bakugou laid on his side, with his face on his arm. His other hand was outstretched. Momo mirrored him, and covered his outstretched hand with hers.

“You’re the first person I told.” She whispered. Bakugou gave a questioning hum.

“That I want a wower.” She giggled over the word.

Bakugou grinned, “A wower.”

“Stop,” she slapped his arm, giggles subsiding.

Bakugou’s face relaxed in a soft smile as he turned to look at her ceiling. She mirrored him again.

It was quiet for a bit until he spoke up again.

“Y’know, I could just take the fifty men for myself. Make my own harem.”

Momo’s head snapped to him. His eyes were still trained in her ceiling.

She squeezed his hand once. Turned back to look at the ceiling.

He gave a gentle squeeze in return.

“We can use them to make your man tower.”

“Mower.” Bakugou whispered.

“Stop.”

#I kinda wanted my writing to be a bit simplistic and loopy to show that they were tipsy #not sure how well that came across but *shrugs*#I have a lot of feelings about BakuMomo being friends and I will write them all #they love each other your honour siblings right there #bakugou katsuki #yoayorozu momo #mint fic #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #bnha momo #mha momo #bakugou headcanons #momo headcanons

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