#best jeanist is an idiot

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Neon souls: holographic flowers and roombas <3

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Aka: The origin of Penelope the roomba :)

I spent so much time on this- it was only meant to be a few pages long but alas, here we are and I went overboard again fsdjsjjd /lh

[quill-n]

I don’t know how to draw Shinya’s hair don’t so don’t mind that-

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[noodlebrains]

I really wish that consuming the current season of my hero academia wasn't like force feeding myself molasses with thumbtacks

[phant0mth1ef]

forever young, i want to be forever young.

he swore that he would never allow you to pass him in terms of brute strength, swore that you’d never be on the same levels as him and izuku.

but you knew you could change his mind the same way izuku did, you knew that if you trained hard enough, katsuki’s mind would erase the image of you as a little girl, the image of you that always needed his protection and his security.

when you grew up, you drifted apart due to the fact that you’d choose izuku every time due to the fact that you felt bad for the green haired boy, the fact that nobody wanted to be his friend while katsuki had so many accomplices.

he begun to treat you the same way as izuku, except the only thing different about your treatment was that he never stopped, not even when you both attended ua highschool. he’d continously call you weak, would always say how you were too far behind. how you’d only ever become a sidekick at best.

of course now his mind was changed as he watched you navigate the terrain of coffin in the sky, he also found out that you created the basic terrain and mountains inside so that you’d successfully be able to manuever against shigaraki.

his mind was changed as the rain poured down, your hair wet and sticking to your skin, the same skin that begun to glisten with beads of sweat mixed with the water falling down onto you.

of course, he couldn’t do much from where he was tossed away on the ground, his body aching in pain as you turned your head down to see your friend, in pain and near the edge of unconsciousness.

“you idiot.” he murmured out, nearly incoherent as best jeanist turned to where bakugou was looking, seeing you getting moved around as if you were a ragdoll, you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. it was all so fast.

you looked down at where you felt shigaraki holding you, only to see his arm had gone through your torso, bakugou watching with tears in his eyes that he’d pretend were just raindrops that fell on him.

and when you were tossed aside on top of him, the boy coughing up blood as your bodies connected, you had a smile on your face.

“i’m satisfied. thank you katsuki, for everything.”

your voice was meek and small as he moved his head up slightly to see your eyes slowly shut.

[sapphic-agent]

I'm still mad about this so I'm going to rip it apart by section now that I have the energy :)

This is probably the only part of the diagram that's kind of accurate. But it's actively ignoring one crucial detail: there are no "people" in this context. Most people just ignore Bakugou at this point. He's directly and deliberately harming one person: Izuku. It also feels like this understates that Bakugou doesn't just "suck," he's been targeting, harassing, and abusing a minority for the better part of a decade

Bakugou has always put more energy into his goals. That's the only thing that's stayed consistent about his character because it's the only thing he's ever cared about. He doesn't get brownie points for sucking a little less (which isn't even really true, his victim began to step out of a victim role and he didn't know how to deal with that) just because he's goal-oriented now. There's also something to be said about the people around him not being able to be spoken over or told what to do. While 1A doesn't stand up to Bakugou, he isn't able to really push them around. So of course his behavior lessened; it's not getting him what he wants anymore

This is literally one of the major problems with this arc. Bakugou only "changed" because everyone else made it easy for him. Everyone else had to put in work for him to become even halfway decent. Every lesson he's ever "learned" were good people having to either give him every concession OR- in Izuku's case- sacrifice their own well-being and agency to validate his insecurities. Not once did Bakugou ever have to put in the work himself, it's always been the people around him coddling him. Hell, it's to the point that All Might had to make Bakugou's goals align with protecting people to make him somewhat decent, the dumb idiot couldn't even realize that on his own. This is more like enabling than being a positive influence. An actual positive influence would be someone holding him accountable for his behavior and the only person who even attempts that is Best Jeanist

What's the difference between "flawed" and "still doing the same things only they're funny now?" Because you can't insist to me that Bakugou has changed when he continues to act the same way he always has. He still yells at, insults, and assaults Izuku. The only difference is that it's played for comedy instead of actually taken seriously. So he can still say and do what he wants with no repercussions. And even in the moments that the narrative tries to seriously develop him, it still falls flat because he's never forced to make actual changes to himself. For fuck's sake, we're in the last chapter and he still sucks to the point that he dropped in the hero rankings

How can you tell me that Bakugou's character arc amounts to anything with a straight face?

[ofmermaidstories]

Katsuki’s been dreaming about you.

At first, it’s in fragments. Stuff he doesn’t remember after waking up, or can otherwise shrug off as a product of his brain, cartwheeling around with the day’s information. It’s your face, frowning in concentration, or you saying something disjointed from the rest of the conversation (No, you tell him, faintly annoyed. Of course I bought it.). It’s you squinting into the sun, the broad daylight. It’s your leg, hot and wet and sparkling with pool water, as Katsuki palms your calf. A dozen tiny moments of you, slipped between Izuku grinning with All Might’s face, his eyes glowing green, or Iida clopping through the landscape, half horse.

It’s—whatever, Katsuki thinks. Maybe he just saw your dumbass face somewhere—wide-eyed, moony, watching him warily—and his brain latched on to it, desperate for some normalcy among Best Jeanist with long golden hair like a cape, or Katsuki’s mother, crying over him, his heart in a box.

But most of the shitty extras in his dreams don’t repeat. Not like you. Katsuki wakes up in the coolness of the twilight world before dawn, breathing hard as his heart thumps in fear, the last thing he can remember from his dream being you, whispering his name and prickling his skin like he can feel your breath on his shoulder and—

It’s just him, in his wide bed. Him in the blue world before his alarm.

Katsuki shudders, eyes squeezed tight, and has to admit to himself: maybe shit was weirder than he thought.

For a while, things don’t change. The heat of his nightmares (the smoke, the ground underneath his feet tilting as UA poises precariously in the air, over the country) stays the same. His stupider dreams stay the same. The ones that feed his guilt (Izuku, four years old, chubby hand held out; Edgeshot, his eyes crinkling above his mask as he balanced his tea against his leg, the group being debriefed before battle) stay the same. You slip in like a comma, a pause, the back of your head haloed by the latelight as you’re passing by a civilian begging for Dynamight to save them. You, your lips parted around the words you can’t say before Kirishima is there, throwing his arm around Katsuki’s shoulder and talking about how they’ll be late for a school dance that never happened.

Maybe it’s a fucking Quirk, Katsuki thinks, gritting his teeth at the idea of some bastard getting a hit in, unchecked. But when the doctor shrugs at him, Katsuki slouching in the stiff chair, and says, “you’re all clear, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, sir. There’s nothing in your system—”

Well, the blond thinks, mouth tightening. Then there was a fucking problem.

Maybe he’s been givin’ it too much damn attention. Katsuki resolves to ignore it, throwing himself into the investigation at hand—some bastard, turning people into living mannequins—and for a while, it works. His dreams are filled with nonsense from work, from patrol, from the insecurities he left behind at seventeen—and then you return, the breath between words, the hyphen between thoughts.

You’re walking ahead of him, Katsuki too aware of his hands balled into his pockets, your jacket long and bright against the city night, the glitter of Tokyo Tower ahead of you both. You’re laughing at something Denki is saying, ugly and breathless and on the verge of tears, Katsuki’s chest tight with it. You’re hesitating, your legs curling against his sheets as you stare up at him, his heart thumping with the pulse he sees jump in your throat.

It’s making him more vicious. He spars with Denki and nearly burns a idiot-shaped hole into the concrete floor of the training room. Out on the scene with Deku, Katsuki jumps into the fight first, causing the nerd to shout after him, startled at the deviation of the plan.

“You’re scaring everyone,” Shouto tells him, breaking the silence as they strip from their Hero gear. Katsuki stills, coiled and deadly but Shouto is unperturbed, buttoning his shirt. “Izuku’s worried. Denki’s been threatening to make a formal request to Support for a panic button. What’s happened?”

“Nothin’s fucking happened, Icyhot,” Katsuki says, scowling. But his hand tightens on his hoodie as he says it, and for all the moron’s obliviousness, Shouto is eagle-eyed when it comes to the tremor in his friends.

“What’s happened?” He repeats, the faint steel of insistence in his voice and Katsuki tsks, before conceding.

“Been having shit dreams is all,” he says, frowning unhappily.

Shouto frowns in answer, pulling a sweatshirt over his head. “Nightmares?” He asks, reasonably.

Nightmares. Katsuki’s jaw tightens, thinking of the latest dream—you, damp and flushed underneath him, gasping against his mouth as you share the same hot breath, his hand curling against your neck, so, so afraid.

“Yeah,” he says, quieter. “Something like that.”

[lexithwrites]

my first ever lil bakudeku so go easy on me (teacher midoriya x pro hero bakugo)

"Okay, I think that's a good place to finish on for now. Oh! And don't forget your hero costumes guys, you have training at Ground Beta with some of the pros next, so please behave and show them respect!" Izuku smiled as his students started to pack up in front of him, ready to get out and use their Quirks after sitting through yet another one of his long, detailed ramblings. 1-B loved their homeroom teacher, they really did, but he didn't always know when to slow down and breathe when he got talking. Plus, they'd get in trouble if he took too much time and kept on talking after the first bell.

"Thank you Mr. Midoriya." A slight girl with deep green skin and a shock of blue hair said to him, standing up from her seat in the first row. Izuku blushed a little, still not entirely used to the compliments he received as a teacher, and nodded at her in thanks.

"O-Of course! Have a good day, Aiko." She nodded back at him then hurried off with her hero costume case to join her friends. Izuku watched them all head out, smiling and waving as they filtered out into the busy corridor, then slumped into his chair with a deep sigh, tugging at his tie a little. He still got anxious that he wasn't doing his best at UA as a teacher, even though Mr. Aizawa always gave him nothing but praise. Well, Izuku supposed it was just Shota now, since they were no longer student and teacher themselves but now colleagues.

Izuku tilted his head to look at where his hand was laid flat on his desk. He flexed it, watching his scars gently move as he did so, and chewed on his lower lip. He missed it, that little crackle of energy in his veins from One For All. Sometimes...sometimes he wished he could see that green lightning again, but he'd shake his head and try to forget. He couldn't focus on that anymore, he had much more important things to do. Like grade papers. He groaned, loudly. "How did Mr. Aizawa do this every day?"

"No clue, since he had me to deal with." Izuku jumped in his seat and turned his head towards that oh so familiar voice. Katsuki, or Pro Hero Dynamight since he was currently wearing the costume, was leaning on his shoulder in the doorway of the classroom; arms folded and a smirk on his lips. Izuku's eyes widened and he rushed over to him, tugging him inside before hastily shutting the door.

"What are you doing here?! Did the kids see you?"

"Nah, they'd probably beg for my autograph if they did. Or run in the opposite direction." Katsuki smiled and Izuku relaxed a little. "Aizawa asked me, I'm training with them, Mirko and Jeanist today."

"You didn't tell me that!" Izuku huffed, poking Katsuki's shoulder with a frown. "Why not?"

"Thought I'd surprise you, and I'm glad I did. You look tense as hell. Bad homeroom?"

"No." Izuku sighed and walked over to his desk again to lean on the edge. "I just...I was talking too much again."

"You say that like you hate talking, I usually can't get you to shut up." Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Did one of the kids say something?"

"No." There was a pause. "I could tell they were bored."

"Who cares? We were bored during most of Aizawa's shitty presentations and he knew that, don't take any notice of 'em. They're idiots."

"Kacchan, they're teenagers."

"Exactly, we were idiots at their age too." Katsuki snorted and walked over to where Izuku was leaning, a hand going to his waist on instinct. Once he realised what was happening, Izuku peered over Katsuki's broad shoulders to the door and swallowed.

"No one saw you?" He asked again and Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Kacchan."

"I was quiet as a mouse, like I always am." He teased, squeezing Izuku's hip in a way that made him shiver. Izuku cleared his throat.

"Training isn't for another hour or so, you came early."

"Mhm." Katsuki's eyes weren't on Izuku's, they were lower down. Focused on his lips.

"You were lucky you didn't get seen by the students, they'd freak out if they saw a top five hero at UA just walking around."

"I didn't just come here for them, dumbass." Katsuki leaned a little closer, trapping Izuku between him and the desk. Naturally, Izuku spread his legs to accommodate him, and Katsuki hummed. "You'll come watch me train them, right?"

"Course I will. I wouldn't miss it." His hands went to Katsuki's biceps, resisting the urge to squeeze them, feel the muscle under his fingers. "We barely have an hour—"

"There's a lot we can do in an hour." Katsuki whispered, nose brushing Izuku's before moving to his cheek, then his jaw. "Thought this was one of your freaky fantasies?"

"I—" Izuku stumbled with his words, feeling Katsuki grin against his flushed, burning hot skin. "I was drunk when I said that! I didn't mean it!"

"Sure you didn't." He snorted and then gently grazed his lips over Izuku's pulse point. "No one's gonna come in here, are they? They're all getting ready. Come on, we have a little time."

Izuku pushed on his chest so he could see his face, and noticed how hot and bothered Katsuki looked. Izuku felt his chest bloom with emotion, with love, and he smiled. Knowing he could make Katsuki feel good, even just from this, made him feel proud. "Just kissing." Katsuki groaned but Izuku poked his cheek. "Just kissing."

"Fine. What about on your lunch break later?"

"You're insatiable!"

"I've got you," Katsuki scoffed, as if it were obvious. "Of course I am." Izuku just smiled and pulled him down against his lips.

Maybe a little more than kissing wouldn't hurt...

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter three: You ask Katsuki how his internship is going.

Chapter links

After the sports festival, agencies scouted students who they wanted to offer internships for. Your internship kept you busy, with barely any time to rest.

You couldn't help but wonder how the internships with your other classmates were going. However, even though you had been at U.A. for a while now, you still hadn't made too many close connections with any of your classmates.

It wasn't that you didn't care for them, but everyone seemed to be a bit more extroverted than you and easily talked to one another. You never really found an opening to join in on any conversations unless someone personally asked you something.

This happened far and in between but was usually either Mina or Eijiro. Mina sometimes asks you about trivial things like where you get your accessories. Eijiro sometimes spouted out random words of encouragement at you. His enthusiasm always made you jump.

The only other person you had talked to at all was Katsuki, and that was never during school at all, and like the last two times it only occurred because you'd message him first.

You kind of began to feel like you might be a nuisance since he never messaged you on his own, but having a short amount of downtime you wanted to ask what someone else's internship was like. You opened your phone and messaged Katsuki.

Hey, how is your internship going?

It's fucking crap.

Wow really? You're with Best Jeanist though!

He spends way too long giving me dumb fucking makeovers. It's stupid, I'm not even learning anything.

What! No way makeovers? I want to see!

In your dreams idiot.

Aw fine- at least tell me what he did though!

Fuck no.

Come on, I'm sure it's not that bad.

Fine, only if you promise to stop pestering me about it!

Promise.

He messes with my hair every goddamn day. Taking up time that we could be doing something useful. The worst part is I can't even get this crap out of my hair.

I can help if you want.

Nice try nerd, no way I'm letting you see.

Bakugo I'm sure it's not as bad as you think. Let me help. I won't tell anyone about it.

Do you really think you get this out of my hair?

Yeah, I've got some tricks.

Fine.

Just like the other two times before, Katsuki was at your window shortly. You opened it to let him in and had to immediately cover your mouth to suppress a laugh. Katsuki's hair was slicked straight down with an overwhelming amount of gel in it.

"If you fucking even let out a breath of laughter I'll kill you!" He warned seeing your snickering face.

"Oh my god-," Your sides collapsed while holding in your laughter. "How much damn gel did he use??"

"You see what I'm talking about! This internship is a fucking waste of time!" Katsuki yelled back.

"Yeah this is pretty criminal," You agreed. "Why is he concerned about your hair anyway?" You asked and grabbed a comb, spray bottle, and towel.

"That's what I'm saying! This crap isn't important for hero work! He makes all his sidekicks and interns look like this." Katsuki said and sat on your floor.

You sat behind him and sprayed at his hair to get it wet then rubbed the towel over his hair, "I understand if he wants you to look professional but this completely ruins the rugged sexy look you usually go for," you spoke.

"Hu?" Katsuki exclaimed and turned around to eye for a second.

"Oh uh-," You felt your face get hot for a second. Why the hell did you just say that? "It's just um- every hero has a different look they go for you know? He should respect this isn't you," you said trying to recover from what you just said.

"Yeah, right," Katsuki dropped it and turned back around as you continued to work on his hair. You both sat in silence for as you worked on his hair. The awkwardness that had taken over the room felt suffocating.

"How is your internship going?" Katsuki asked, breaking the unbearable silence.

"Not too bad, I'm learning a lot," You said.

"Tch, must be nice," He grumbled.

"Don't be too upset, this isn't forever Bakugo," You tried to cheer him up. Finally freeing only one strand of his hair. The gel was not giving up.

"I just hate wasting my goddamn time," He said resting his head in his palm as you continued to spray and comb through his hair.

"It might seem like a waste now, but I'm sure in the future at least one thing he taught you will be useful. Besides, Best Jeanist is super popular, and when you're the number one hero it'll be useful to have learned some of his professionalism," You spoke.

"What did you just say?" Katsuki asked, picking his head up from his palm.

"Like repeat all of it? Were you really not listening Bakugo?" You said slightly irritated pulling harder on his hair.

"Nah- Just... ah fuck neverminded," He grumbled, putting his head back to rest on his hand.

"What part? Tell me," You insisted.

"The part about me being the number one hero, you didn't say if you said when," He said. It had been a long time since anyone had accepted his ambition as absolute. When he was a kid his other classmates marveled and said he would be the top hero one day. But as he got older things seemed to change. Even his parents, while they encouraged him, didn't look at him the same as when he was a kid.

"What about it? Isn't that what you're always yelling about?" You asked confused.

"Yeah- well- maybe you're not that stupid after all if you know it's the truth," He said, masking whatever emotion he was truly feeling.

You laughed, "Just make sure not to ever have this hair when you're the top hero alright?" You teased him.

"Because you think it's sexy the other way right?" He teased you back bringing up your earlier remark. Your face flushed and the comb slipped out of your hand landing on the floor. As it did, Katsuki's hair suddenly poofed back up.

"Um- uh- that's not what I said-," You stuttered trying to redeem your embarrassment.

"Save it," Katsuki laughed. "You can't take it back now," He stood up and flashed you a smirk. "Not sure how you did it," He said, running his hands through his now normal hair. "But thanks... or whatever. I gotta get going, see you in class," He said and left through your window.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse223

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 18

A few days later, the day of the internship arrived. I packed my suitcase carefully, double-checking that I had everything I needed. Best Jeanist’s agency wasn’t too far from home—about an hour and a half by train—but I wouldn’t have the luxury of returning anytime soon. This would be my home for the next several days, and while I wasn’t sure what to expect, I felt ready for whatever came my way.

When I arrived, the agency’s atmosphere struck me immediately. It was different from my father’s agency in every possible way. There was no imposing grandeur, no overwhelming sense of authority. Best Jeanist’s agency was quiet, controlled, and precise. Everyone moved with a clear sense of purpose, like they were part of a well-oiled machine, each piece functioning perfectly within the whole.

The sidekick who greeted me at the entrance mirrored that same calm professionalism. “Y/N Todoroki? Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”

I nodded politely, my eyes wandering as I followed him through the sleek hallways. “This place is… different,” I said, more to myself than to him.

The sidekick glanced over his shoulder with a slight smile. “Best Jeanist believes in control in all things. That extends to how we operate here. You’ll find that everything has its place.”

There was something about the way the agency functioned that immediately put me at ease—like the tension that usually coiled in my chest had loosened just a little. It felt… organized, like there wasn’t room for chaos here.

Finally, we stopped outside a set of large doors. “Best Jeanist is expecting you,” the sidekick said, gesturing toward the doors.

I reached for the handle, but before I could turn it, the doors swung open. Standing in the doorway, arms crossed and scowling as usual, was none other than Katsuki Bakugo.

“What the hell are you doing here, Frostburn?” Katsuki’s voice was sharp as ever, his crimson eyes narrowing at me.

I blinked in shock, momentarily frozen. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here?”

Katsuki snorted, looking at me like I was an idiot. “Dumbass, this is my internship.”

I stood there for a second, trying to process. Of all the places he could’ve ended up, Bakugo interning with Best Jeanist seemed… out of character. He was all about explosive displays of power, always showing off—this quiet, methodical agency didn’t seem like his style at all.

“You? Here? With Best Jeanist?” I couldn’t keep the disbelief out of my voice.

“Yeah, what of it?” Katsuki’s eyes flashed as his scowl deepened. “You think just ‘cause I blow shit up, I can’t handle this?”

“No,” I quickly backtracked, still thrown off by the revelation. “I just… didn’t expect it.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped aside, letting me into the room. “Tch. Don’t think you’re special just ‘cause you’re here, Todoroki. This ain’t your territory.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t say it was.”

Before either of us could fire off another round of retorts, a voice cut through the tension.

“Welcome,” came the calm, measured voice of Best Jeanist. He stood tall, hands clasped in front of him, his posture as perfect as always. “I trust Bakugo has given you his own version of a greeting.”

Katsuki scoffed but kept his mouth shut, which I imagined was as respectful as he was going to get.

I smiled faintly. “I think I’m getting used to his brand of hospitality.”

Best Jeanist’s eyes settled on me, his calm gaze unwavering. “Good. You’ll find that control and discipline are the foundations of this agency. It’s not only about mastering your quirk but refining your mind and body as one. Here, there is no rushing—no shortcuts. Everything must be done with precision.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of his words. This wasn’t just about fighting or training—it was about mastering every aspect of yourself as a hero.

“We’ll begin with something simple,” Best Jeanist continued, glancing briefly at Katsuki. “You’ll both be patrolling with me today. While observing, I expect complete focus. Instructions must be followed precisely, without deviation. Understood?”

Katsuki’s jaw tightened, clearly struggling not to bristle at the word ‘restraint,’ but he nodded, his eyes steely. I nodded too, determined to take this internship seriously.

I wasn’t new to patrolling, but this would be different. Back when I was a pro hero, I’d done mostly night patrols—sometimes with Hawks, sometimes on my own. But those were usually quiet nights, filled with criminals that were easy too freeze, when they weren’t paying attention. Also with Hawks as mentor I was good in combat and not a match for most of the night criminals.

“Good,” Best Jeanist said, his tone final. “There is much to be learned in the art of restraint. Remember, control is the ultimate form of strength. I expect both of you to demonstrate that over the coming days. Now suit up.”

With that, he turned back to his work, leaving Katsuki and me standing in the room. Katsuki shot me a glare before heading out. “Don’t get in my way.”

I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who should be worried about that.”

Afterward, the sidekick led us to the guest rooms. The agency was equipped with sleeping quarters for interns and sidekicks, simple but functional. My room was next to Katsuki’s, each with a bed, a desk, and a small bathroom with a shower. Practical, but nothing flashy.

“Tch. There could’ve been at least a TV or something.” Katsuki muttered.

After unpacking quickly, I slipped into my old pro hero costume. It was sleek, black with lilac lines running along the sides, designed specifically to resist both fire and ice. The material hugged my body perfectly, almost like a second skin. Practical and protective, it was meant for combat—no unnecessary frills. I adjusted the collar, glancing at myself in the mirror.

When I stepped out of my room, I wasn’t prepared for the sight of Katsuki standing there, already suited up in his own hero gear. His sleeveless black top emphasized his muscular frame, the grenades strapped to his wrists only adding to his usual aggressive look. His muscles flexed slightly as he adjusted his gauntlets.

I felt my cheeks flush before I could stop it. Damn, he’s… built.

Katsuki’s sharp eyes zeroed in on me immediately. “What’s with your face, Frostburn?” His tone was accusing, as if he’d caught me doing something wrong.

I quickly looked away, focusing on literally anything else. “Nothing,” I muttered, praying he wouldn’t push it further.

“Tch. Whatever,” he muttered back, brushing it off.

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The rest of the day was spent on patrol, but it wasn’t anything like what I expected. Best Jeanist had a completely different approach to hero work compared to what I was used to. I had done plenty of night patrols before, but those were mostly quiet evenings, with minor incidents or criminals. Best Jeanist? He noticed everything—no detail was too small. He didn’t just deal with crime; he managed the everyday chaos of the city with calm precision.

For Katsuki, it was clearly a struggle. He had never really done patrols before. His focus was always on the big fights, the dramatic moments where he could unleash his power. But Best Jeanist was different—he resolved things before they even became a problem. No explosions, no showing off. Just quiet control.

I could feel Katsuki’s frustration simmering under the surface with every minor incident we handled. There was no chaos to dive into, no enemies to crush—just small tasks that required patience. Directing traffic after a minor accident, helping civilians… nothing that satisfied his need for action.

“This is a joke,” Katsuki growled at one point, though loud enough for me to hear. “We should be out there handling the real stuff, not playing traffic cop.”

I shot him a look. “Not everything has to explode for it to matter, Bakugo.”

He glared at me, arms crossed tightly over his chest. “Tch. What do you know? You’re used to being wrapped up in your family’s drama.”

That stung, and I felt the heat rising in my chest. “At least I’m not trying to bulldoze through everything like an idiot.”

Before either of us could say anything else, Best Jeanist’s calm voice cut through the tension.

“Enough.”

There was no anger in his tone, just quiet authority. Both of us immediately quieted down.

“Hero work isn’t about showing off or proving yourself through force,” Jeanist continued, his sharp eyes moving between the two of us. “It’s about control. Patience. Knowing when to act, and when to hold back. You both have power, but without control, that power is useless.”

Katsuki’s jaw clenched, but he stayed quiet. I could tell Jeanist’s words hit home for him, even if his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. And for me, the reminder about control was a humbling one. That’s why I was here, after all—to learn control.

The rest of the patrol went on in tense silence. Katsuki and I didn’t exchange any more words, but the glares were still there. Every so often, I could feel his eyes on me, burning with unspoken frustration. But I wasn’t going to back down just because Bakugo couldn’t handle a little discipline.

By the time we returned to the agency, I was exhausted—mentally more than physically. Best Jeanist had handled everything with such calm control that it made me feel even more aware of my own lack of it. Where my father used power to demand control, Jeanist commanded it effortlessly.

“This will be a long week with those two,” I heard Jeanist murmur under his breath, though it was more to himself than anyone else.

Katsuki didn’t seem to catch it, but I did. I almost smirked. Best Jeanist had no idea.

Back at the agency, Jeanist gave us a nod. “That’s all for today. Rest well, and be prepared for more tomorrow.”

_________

After the long patrol, I was mentally and physically exhausted. Best Jeanist had a way of making even the smallest tasks feel important, and while it was impressive, it also left me feeling drained. I took a long shower, letting the hot water ease the tension in my muscles. Wrapped in my pink pajamas with white stripes, I crawled into bed, hoping sleep would come quickly.

But instead of rest, my mind kept spinning. The day’s events, the relentless discipline, and my own past crept into my thoughts. Eventually, I must’ve fallen asleep, but it didn’t last long. My dreams were filled with the same familiar nightmares: the forest, Toya, the Sports Festival… and the Ice Dragon. It all blurred together, a chaotic mix of emotions and memories. I must have been making noises again because before I knew it, there was a sharp knock on my door.

Katsuki’s POV:

After the day’s patrol, I hit my bed with the intention of crashing hard. Best Jeanist’s methodical, slow-paced approach was driving me up a wall. It wasn’t that I couldn’t handle it—it was just so damn boring. No action, no explosions, nothing to blow up. But whatever, I could take it. Not like I hadn’t done harder shit before.

I pulled the covers over my head, figuring I’d be out within minutes. But then, I started hearing it. Quiet at first, but noticeable. There were noises coming from the room next to mine—Y/N’s room.

I ignored it for a while, telling myself it was probably nothing. But then it got louder. She was talking or… mumbling? It was weird. Annoying as hell too. What the hell was she doing over there? Sleep-talking?

I tried to bury my face in the pillow, but then it turned into these half-screams. My eyes snapped open. Seriously? I didn’t need this crap. I rolled over and covered my head with my pillow, trying to block out the sounds.

It didn’t help. They just got louder, like she was fighting someone in her sleep. I clenched my jaw, feeling irritation bubble up inside me. Great. Of course she had to be next door, ruining my night.

“Damn it,” I muttered, throwing off my blanket and stomping over to her room. I pounded on the door, fully ready to rip into her if she didn’t shut it.

After a minute, she opened the door, looking completely out of it. And just like that, I froze.

She stood there in her light pink pajamas, her hair a total mess, about to fall out of that bun. Her face was flushed from sleep, eyes half-lidded, looking… peaceful, but vulnerable in a way I’d never seen her before.

I blinked. No. Snap out of it. What the hell are you thinking?

“Stop,” I muttered, shaking my head like an idiot. “Can you finally shut the hell up? I’m trying to sleep, and some people take this internship seriously, so shut it!”

Y/N’s POV:

Katsuki’s sudden demand caught me off guard, but more than that, I was confused. I’d been asleep for hours. Then it hit me. The nightmares. I’d been making noise, maybe even talking in my sleep—something I’d been dealing with for years, but never thought would bother anyone else.

“I must’ve had a nightmare. Sorry,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed. I didn’t want to look him in the eyes, so I just shut the door in his face, not knowing what else to say.

Katsuki’s POV:

She shut the door. Just like that. I stood there for a second, staring at the wood like an idiot. Great. I wanted to yell at her, and now I felt��� I don’t know. Bad? Nah, that wasn’t it.

But damn it, why’d she look like that? So… different. I never really paid attention to how she looked, but seeing her all messed up like that, sleepy, not trying to keep up her usual guard… she looked beautiful. Yeah, beautiful. Crap.

“Damn it,” I muttered again, running a hand through my hair as I stormed back to my room.

I flopped back onto the bed, but sleep wasn’t happening. Not now. My mind was stuck on her.

I turned over in bed, trying to block out the image of her in those damn pajamas. I couldn’t stand it. I tried to ignore it, but then my mind wandered back to the patrol.

She didn’t act scared during the day. Hell, she held her own better than most people, even when I could see she was annoyed too. And now, she was alone, dealing with her nightmares.

Suddenly, I knew what her dreams were about. She told me about her brother, Toya.

Of course, it’s about Toya. She wouldn’t shut up about that back when she told me her story. Dead brother, out-of-control quirk—it all comes back to that.

I wasn’t supposed to care.

But I did.

Shit. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I got up again, grabbed my shirt, and stomped over to her door. This time, I wasn’t just pissed—I was annoyed at myself for caring.

Y/N’s POV:

After shutting the door on Katsuki, I leaned back against it, staring into the darkness of my room. My thoughts were racing again. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in so long. And now, knowing I’d kept Katsuki awake with my nightmares? I felt guilty.

At home, nightmares were nothing new to me. I had them constantly, ever since I was young. My brother Toya’s death, the way my family fell apart afterward, and the terrifying loss of control over my own quirk haunted me at night. Every time I thought I could escape it, the dreams would drag me right back into the fire.

Fuyumi had tried to help before. She would hear me at night and come into my room, sitting on the edge of my bed, asking if I wanted to talk about it. But I never did. I’d always shrug her off, insisting that I could handle it. She meant well, but no amount of talking was going to change what happened.

After a while, everyone at home just got used to it. My room was at the far end of the house, behind Toya’s old room, so my nightmares didn’t bother anyone as much. And if they did, they pretended not to hear. They minded their own business. That’s what the Todoroki family had always done—minded their own business.

I pulled out my laptop to keep myself awake, I turned on Gossip Girl, my new favorite way to escape from reality. The girls in Class 1-A had talked about it a lot, and Mina and I watched some episodes together. It made me feel like a normal teenage girl, away from the nightmares and the chaos of being a Todoroki.

I was about an hour into the show when I heard another knock. Katsuki. Again.

“Sorry, am I too loud again?” I opened the door, already apologizing. “I’ll turn it off, I just tried to keep—”

“Yourself awake so I can sleep,” Katsuki finished for me, pushing past me and walking into my room. “Really?” he said, looking at my laptop. “This is what you’re watching?”

I blinked, surprised that he had just walked in like it was no big deal. “It makes me feel normal,” I said, then immediately regretted saying it. Why did I say that?

He glanced at me, eyebrows raised. “You’re nothing but normal, Frostburn,” he said, laying down on my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I smirked. “What, you wanna join?”

He didn’t answer right away, just settled into my bed, placing the laptop on his stomach. “I can only sleep if something’s in the background,” he muttered.

I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Then why did you stop me from my nightmares earlier? You could’ve listened to that.”

Katsuki hesitated, looking away for a moment before replying. “You screamed. A lot. Loud enough to wake up half the building.”

I winced, embarrassed. “I’m… sorry.”

Katsuki shrugged, but I could tell he wasn’t used to dealing with this kind of thing either. He didn’t like people, and this situation was probably overwhelming for him too. But instead of going back to his room, he stayed.

“Come here, idiot,” he said, motioning for me to join him. “I can’t sleep without noise, and you can’t sleep in general. So if you don’t tell anyone, we’ll not sleep together.”

Katsuki’s POV:

I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing. This wasn’t me. I didn’t do this whole “comforting people” crap. But she looked at me, and for a second, I saw it again—that vulnerability she tried to hide. And I couldn’t just walk away.

“Tch, what am I even doing,” I muttered under my breath as she slid into the bed next to me.

I didn’t say anything as she lay there next to me, explaining whatever the hell was going on with the show. Something about rich kids and drama I didn’t give a damn about. But for some reason, the sound of her voice, and the quiet hum of the laptop, was enough to pull me into sleep faster than I thought.

Before I knew it, I was out. Her soft voice, the low noise of the show—it was weirdly comforting. Something I wasn’t used to. But… I didn’t mind.

Y/N’s POV:

As I lay there, I smiled softly. Katsuki Bakugo, of all people, offering to stay and help. I slid into the bed next to him, making myself comfortable.

As I lay there, I started explaining the characters of Gossip Girl to him, though it wasn’t long before I noticed his breathing had slowed, his eyes fluttering closed. He didn’t “not sleep” for long.

Within minutes, he was out. Little snores escaped him, and I couldn’t help but smile. His black shirt with the skull on it and his messy, fluffy hair… he looked different like this. More… real.

Turning off the laptop, I put it away quietly. I tapped Katsuki a few times to make sure he was really asleep. When I was sure he was, I carefully leaned my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes.

For the first time in a long time, I fell asleep without any nightmares. ______________ Amethyst. - Masterlist: click here ______________

[jade-eclipse-lithium]

You’re Next spoilers!!

The sentence itself already broke me, cuz it’s the exact sentence Nana gave to All Might, then All Might gave it to Midoriya

My man was having tea time in the middle of the war field, talk about being classy

Then this asshole had to take it personally and proceeded to gaslight the entire Japan

Bastard isn’t even Japanese, like, go back to Europe and be your mafia boss, jfc

Then his light show??? Ate the entire city and where their floating boat goes

The floating boat was kinda good ngl but the amount of All Might statues unnerves me

Then the confrontation between Fake and real All Might!! All Might go!!!

Bro took it personally again and changed his name to Dark Might, so original

Then Midoriya being a cute idiot, but still an idiot, he just slides down the entire thing

The mind washing part was suppose to be scary cuz most of Class 1A are left completely defenceless but MY HEART

TENYA AND HIS BROTHER TGH AT WORK, RUNNING

SHOTO AND HIS FAMILY, TOUYA AND HIS PARENTS, HE DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A SCAR

Honestly the tape as a rope was pretty smart points to Sero

Ojiro SWINGS

PROMINENCE BURN

Bakugo taking charge, so proud

How would you see me smile if you’re not around? Not exactly words but still my heart

MY BOY MIRIO

Let’s be honest the part where Hawks and Mirio were playinh charades is gold

Mirio: *doing weird hand signs*

Hawks: *shares the same braincell so he understands*

AND AT THE END OF THE BATTLE THAT SCUM OF THE EARTH WAS WEARING ALL MIGHT’S HERO COSTUMES, PLURAL

Mirko literally slayed

Best Jeanist and Edgeshot being the good partners they are

You’re not giving up right, Tsukuyomi-kun? Sassy bird

THAT’S ALL MIGHT’S COSTUMES YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING

YES BEAT HIM, BIG THREE, BEAT THE OLD MAN

[bakuhatsufallinlove]

U.A. High School Field Trip Around Japan: Day 5 Translations

This is Day 5 of Shonen Jump’s special commemoration of My Hero Academia reaching one hundred million copies worldwide, which is being rolled out daily across one-week in each prefecture’s newspaper.

The schedule:

April 4th, Day 1: Hokkaidō & Tōhōku regions

April 5th, Day 2: Kantō region

April 6th, Day 3: Chūbu region

April 7th, Day 4: Kansai region

April 8th, Day 5: Chūgoku & Shikoku regions

April 9th, Day 6: Kyūshū & Okinawa regions

April 10th, Day 7: Nationwide release

You can see the illustrations on their website here, where they are released digitally the day after the newspaper release.

Here we go!

Chūgoku Region

Tottori

Photo credit: twitter user aoao_rice

Ashido: "Ohoo~! Have I got a scoop on a summer fling!?" All Might: "I have come to rubberneck!! ...not! Let's go, Young Ashido!" Yaoyorozu: "Since Kaminari-san has overslept again this morning, please be careful as the class representative." Iida: "Indeed! After all, disturbance of life's daily rhythm is no good." Narrator: "The class president was simply communicating with administration."

Hakuto Coast is a magnificent beach beside a shrine famous for being the location of the so-called "first love story" wherein the white rabbit (the shrine's namesake, 白兎) played matchmaker for deity Ōkuninushi and princess Yagami after Ōkuninushi advised the rabbit on how to heal its wounds. The shrine specializes in matchmaking charms and the area is considered a "lovers' sanctuary."

Shimane

Photo credit: twitter user akamenago

Shouji: "What an incredible slope!" Iida: "Aah, this will be hard, but at the top of that slope a spectacular view of the ocean and a sense of accomplishment await you... Give it your all, Engine!! You can do this!" Kaminari: "You're empathizing with the engines!?"

Eshima Ohashi is famous for being photographed in ways that distort its true slope gradient, making it appear insanely steep. It's steep, but not insanely so! I guess Iida identifies with engines.

Okayama

Photo credit: twitter user mayori_nu3sei

Best Jeanist: "Don't give me the cold shoulder. Just say the word and I'll coordinate any number of jeans outfits for us!" Bakugou: "I WAS JUST PASSING BY, ALL RIGHT!!!" Kaminari: "Now, now, now..." Mineta: "C'mon, you can be honest!"

Kojima Jeans Street is a popular tourist destination in Kurashiki City, as it has been dubbed the birthplace of blue jeans in Japan from its first production in the 1960s. Kacchan is in denial--accept your fate and wrap yourself in the weft of rich indigo!!

Hiroshima

Photo credit: twitter user chugokunp_u35

Kaminari: "Hey! Just a minute ago it was on land, now it's under water!?" Bakugou: "It's just high tide, ain't it!!" Sero: "Ohh, right, the whole thing with the moon's gravity. So, it sinks once every day?" Bakugou: "High tide comes twice a day, don't it!! Go back to kindergarten and start over, you pieces of trash!!"

Visiting Itsukushima Shrine, whose torii entrance appears to be floating in the water at high tide and is made out of decay-resistant camphor wood. The shrine buildings themselves are built up so as to not be submerged.

Yamaguchi

Photo credit: twitter user mizyuki_1010

Todoroki: "This is from my father. Please enjoy at your leisure." Kirishima: "'Ssanks for tha' provisions!!" Uraraka: "Todoroki-kun, you know, you should say thanks!" Todoroki: "It's delicious, thank you." Uraraka: "I meant thank your dad!"

They are eating kawara soba, a unique dish in Yamaguchi which is cooked on a hot curved roof tile.

Shikoku Region

Tokushima

Photo credit: twitter user mgmg_hrak

Kaminari: "Wheeeey..." Sero: "I'd rather be a dancing idiot than a wheeey idiot!" Crowd: "Both are idiots, so why, oh why, not dance~!" Ashido: "Let's go, everyone!! We're all part of this!"

Tokushima's Obon festival includes the Awa dance, wherein huge crowds of people dance in procession over a period of three days. Here's an example! They also often sing a song, dating back to a popular tune from the Edo period, which says both dancers and watchers are idiots, so if you don't dance, it's your loss!

Kagawa

Photo credit: twitter user ZqGuesaki72

Uraraka: "It's anybody who's seen it, right? They won't have money problems for the rest of their life!" Izuku: "That's a crazy face, Uraraka-san!!?"

The Zenigata Sunae in Kan'onji City is a sand sculpture depicting an old Japanese coin, called kan'ei tsūhō. It was originally constructed in 1633 by the local people to welcome a daimyō. According to legend, anyone who sees the coin will live a long and happy life and never have problems with money.

Ehime

Photo credit: twitter user chiccoinocico

Todoroki: "What's this kind of thing about? Are we, like, BFFs now?" Kirishima: "You said it, Todoroki! (red-faced)"

This is JR Shimonada Station, an unstaffed train station along the coast which offers beautiful views of the ocean. Kirishima is a sweetiepie, and apparently easily flustered, hehe.

Kōchi

Photo credit: twitter user _baby_hr

Uraraka: "I'm gonna take a picture!" Dark Shadow: "Aieee!" Hagakure: "All righty~!" Sero: "Looking at this kinda thing, it's like seeing a monster in a dungeon." Jirou: "Use delicacy!!"

Ryūga Cave of Kami City is one of the biggest limestone caves in all of Japan; formed over a period of 175 million years, ancient artifacts from the Yayoi period (~300 BCE to 300 CE) have been found within it. Sero, how could you be so cavalier! Dark Shadow is a good boy!!

That wraps up Day 5, see you for Day 6!

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Sometimes self care is eating bananas and peanut butter in the middle of the kitchen floor at 3:30am while crying and listening to music……..right?

There’s no particular reason why this is really specific….no reason at all…….

We have lemon Shinya, now get ready for Banana Tsu- /hj

(The matching pjs make a comeback <3)

Bonus:

They’re happy and cozy and get to revel in their non-existent sleep schedule together <3

[gojou-violin]

number one fan

| inspired by this post from @kingkatsuki

| pairing: masaki mizushima (manual) x fem!bodied!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. unprotected sex. breeding kink. fingering. overstimulation. multiple orgasms. fem!oral. service!bf!manual.

| summary: manual's always wondered what it's like having super-fans, he just never thought he'd fall in love with one.

| wc: 3k

| a/n: i'm gonna be sick, he's so fucking cute and romantic it's not fair.

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @thisbicc , @ifeelsofilthy , @sailewhoremoon , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby-blog , @lyteatus , @its-makonom , @sunflowerswords , @derekthemoonneko , @hisbeautifulnightmare17 , @animexholic , @paranoid-borderline-insane (couldn't tag @thedeadliyrose253 or @honestlymellowcheesecake)

It was his fascination with making sure you and everyone else in the world know exactly who his biggest fan is. That was what prevented him from ever letting you go. That was why he was slowly sliding his fingers back into you, one at a time, sinking in knuckle by knuckle to make sure that none of his cum escaped your hole.

Everyone had always been so in love with the top Pro Heroes like All Might, Hawks, and Jeanist that no one ever stopped to consider the heroes that didn’t want the “Top Hero” spotlight. Heroes like Manual in Hosu City were the ones that caught your eye because they weren’t in it for the money or the fame; they patrolled the city because they genuinely wanted to keep people safe— They wanted to keep you safe, which was the admirable thing to do. But they still deserved recognition for their efforts, didn’t they? Manual deserved recognition. While most people didn’t mind or care, you went out of your way to post about him on the internet, to praise him for being a fantastic hero. If the news wasn’t going to write about him, then what was stopping you from reporting on everything that he was doing in the city, preventing robberies, intervening with public disputes, and in extreme cases, helping people in car accidents, saving people from rooftops, preventing murders. His life wasn’t too exciting, but it was important work.

It only took about two months to grow your considerable following before Manual himself reached out to your blog to thank you for all the kind words, and if you were ever interested in an exclusive interview, he was more than welcome to participate. Of course you said yes! You’d be crazy to ghost or turn down the hero you’d spent day after day obsessing over. It didn’t matter that Manual was only ranked as the 222 best hero— To you and your followers, he was the best of the best; and an interview with him could potentially change your life.

What you hadn’t anticipated at the time that meeting Manual at the coffee shop the Saturday following him reaching out to your blog would result in… personal life changes. You thought that an exclusive interview could mean a change in career. Maybe a local newspaper would want to hire you— Or maybe a new station! You could have never in a million years predicted that Manual would steal you away with his charm and kindness.

Three weeks. That was all it took. Three weeks of meeting up with him when he wasn’t working, all under the illusion that you were there for more interviews or more inside info on his recent adventures of being a hero, and suddenly he was smiling ear-to-ear at you while asking if you’d like to go back to his place. Manual wasn’t the “fuck boy” type. He was genuinely embarrassed when he realized you thought that meeting with him was for work and not for actual dates, like he thought. And you felt terrible because you did like him and yet you had been so caught up in trying to remain professional that you didn’t realize all of the signs were right there in front of you! The way he would invite you to dinner, how he would meet you in casual clothes, and how he’d always find the perfect moment in your line of questioning to ask about you and your life. He was truly enchanting. You were just an idiot when you were around him. Yet, you still said yes to going back to his place, because despite the fact that you thought you were seeing him on a professional level, you truly did like him and fell head over heels for the way he’d smile— The way his eyes would wrinkle up because he had the most adorable laugh… Fuck, you were so far gone it was a wonder how you didn’t realize you were going on dates in the first place!

Manual didn’t want to do anything that night because of the miscommunication. He was truly a gentleman that wanted to know you and take care of you because he didn’t want to be like every other hero that just fucked their fans and then ghosted them. Manual cared about you.

“My name’s Masaki,” he told you that night.

After that, hanging out with him was positively a date, and you were now both on the same page. Only a week later, though, did he have you back in his apartment, this time in his bed, both of you giggling at how clumsy you were being. When he wanted to kiss you, he asked first. When he wanted to undress you, he anxiously made sure that you thought it was alright. When he was undressed and between your knees, hovering over you completely, his hair falling in his face, he asked if you were sure. He would ask you every time he moved if you were okay.

“Masaki—” you gasped as he sent you over the edge for the third time in a row.

How he managed it, you weren’t sure. It must have been magic.

Masaki was a simple guy with simple needs: Taking care of you… And hearing you moan his name… Listen! It just did something for him that he never realized was possible because no one else had even scratched the surface of making him as happy as you made him. So he invited you over a lot. Like, a lot. He liked to cook for you and watch a movie while you would cuddle on the couch because it made him feel like he finally had a normal life with someone who genuinely cared about him and wasn’t scared off by the thought of being with a Pro Hero. And you loved being around him because he made you feel safe and appreciated. No one else went out of their way to spoil you the way Masaki constantly did, and you felt like the least you could do was hold him tight when he got scared during horror movie marathons or clean the dishes the next morning after sleeping over at his place.

For both of you, the sex was just an added bonus.

So that was how you ended up in his bed again after you went to the botanical gardens nearby for a limited time night event and you told him you loved him for the first time. It had been quite romantic since you did it while walking through the sakura tree path as they were beginning to shed their leaves for the season, leaving the walkway coated in the gorgeous petals… and then it just slipped from you. Your arm was linked with his, you were tucked into his side because you were cold, and you thought to yourself how wonderful being with him was, and how happy you were that you just so happened to give the 222nd best Pro Hero a chance.

When you said it, Masaki was caught off guard, but the second it sank in, he laughed, his eyes scrunching up in the way you adored, and he sighed with relief as he told you, “I’ve been dying to tell you I love you for weeks!”

Back at the apartment, the two of you barely made it through the front door with your dignity intact because Masaki had his hands all over you the entire time you were walking through the lobby, waiting in the elevator, and rushing down the hallway to find his apartment number. He could hardly put the code for his apartment in! And the second you were inside, Masaki had you up against the wall, muttering “i love you” against your skin a thousand times over while you struggled to get his pants off. The little shuffle you had to do to get the bedroom was a bit embarrassing, honestly. Holding onto each other while making out even though your pants were at your ankles and he was dying to get you out of your shirt and bra so that he could play with your tits. He loved your tits. It was another obsession of his.

“I love you so fucking much,” he moaned.

You fell back onto the bed with him.

Masaki reached down to feel how wet you were. “Fuck- Fuck, fuck, I love you, fuck.”

It was like he was a broken record that you couldn’t knock straight— Not that you wanted to anyhow. Hearing him praise you while falling so in love with you that he couldn’t think made you beyond joyful.

“I love—” Your breath got caught in your throat as he pushed two fingers into your dripping hole. “I love you—” You tangled your hands in his hair and tugged until he was kissing you again.

“Want you to cum for me,” he muttered into your kiss. “As many times as you can.”

The thing about Masaki was that he was somewhat of a “one time wonder”— In a good way, though! Masaki’s refractory period was too long to ever keep the mood going for multiple rounds, so he made up for it by making sure he got everything out of you that he could in other ways. His fingers, his tongue, toys he bought, they were all magnificent tools that he could use to ensure you were screaming his name, and this time he wanted to make sure he heard you tell him that you loved him every time. During the time you had officially been dating Masaki you had learned well that most of what he did was dedicated to you now, a dynamic you hadn’t completely experienced before but were very much on board for.

His fingers took their time stretching you to make sure you could accommodate his size whenever he was ready; meanwhile his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit to urge you towards an orgasm. You could always tell that he enjoyed feeling you tighten around him whenever he made you feel good. Whether it was his fingers or his dick, that little squeeze you gave to show that you were about to tip over the edge was how he knew he was doing it right and should keep hitting the same spot over and over again until you saw white. It worked. Every damn time. This was no different than before aside from how desperate he seemed to force out of you as many orgasms as you could handle.

“Masaki,” you whined, holding his wrist.

He grinned and curled his fingers since you wouldn’t let him draw back anymore. Your back arched with the movement, a delicious moan echoing throughout the apartment.

“Go on, baby. Tell me you love me when you cum.”

“Shit, Mas…” Your grip on his muscular forearm made sure he continued to play with your clit so that your orgasm could hit you like a train. Which it did. “I love you, Mas— Fuck, I love you so much—”

He had to hold your hips down because you were squirming too much through your orgasm that he decided was the perfect time to tease your g-spot a bit more. You cried at the feeling of slight overstimulation until he showed you some mercy, slowing his movements before coming to a gentle halt, then he carefully pulled his fingers out of you.

Once you caught your breath, he went for it again.

And again.

And again.

Having you breathless and unable to think even for a single moment to be able to say “I love you” again, that made him indescribably happy. However, he needed you. He wanted to finally have you when he could take the opportunity to tell you that he loved you so fucking much that he couldn’t make sense of reality anymore since meeting you. So he hovered over you, hands planted on either side of your shoulder width, knees bent between your thighs, his tip teasing your entrance, and he leaned down to kiss you properly. There was only so much energy you had left to hold him, but he made up for the rest.

“Just let me take care of you, baby,” he cooed.

With a gentle push, his tip slid through your wet folds and popped through your entrance. He groaned at the feeling. So wet and warm. With another moan while biting his bottom lip, he pushed in a bit more, watching you intently to make sure that you were alright— Because if it was too much or if you were too tired, he would have stopped in an instant. Masaki knew you well enough by now that you didn’t even have to say anything, he just knew. But you were fine where you were on Cloud 9 as you enjoyed the stretch his cock gave. Was he the most impressive guy in the world? No. Most men weren’t. But he sure did make up for it with how thick he was, and most of the time that was enough.

“I love you,” he whispered into your ear when he was buried to the hilt.

You let out a deep breath to find reality for a moment before replying, “I love you.”

Masaki sat up entirely so that his weight was resting on his knees. His hands moved from beside your shoulders to your hips, and after pulling your hips onto his lap, he started fucking into you at a brutal pace. The concentration on his face was hard to ignore when you thought it was so cute how he barely stuck his tongue between his teeth and his nose scrunched up so that he could keep a proper posture that would make certain that you felt everything all at once.

For a moment you began to wonder how you got so lucky. How did a simple blog about the Pro Hero in your area bring you to the exact moment where an extremely attractive man was, at face value, using you to get himself off, but in reality was fucking you in a way that made sure you felt best— How did you manage to get into bed with a man whose collarbones were always so defined, and he was on the verge of having tight abs— How— Where— When—

But then Masaki brought you back to reality with so little as two fingers flicking your overstimulated clit back and forth.

You hid your face in a pillow to your left to muffle your moans. You were beginning to sound pathetic and dumbed-out, you knew it, and you were sure he had noticed, and that caused you to be embarrassed of yourself. But Masaki didn’t want you to be embarrassed. He wanted you to know just how perfect you were like that.

“I love it when you moan.” He caressed your chin so that you would look at him again. “And I love it when you squirm because it’s too much.” The fingers on your clit moved faster somehow. “And I love it when you look at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.” His free hand brushed his hair out of his face. “I love you.”

When he could see you clearly again, his hand returned to your chin to make sure you wouldn’t look away, but instead you took the opportunity to take his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it sensually while staring directly into his eyes. A surprised whimper left him. Not as stoic as everyone thought, huh?

But seeing you like that only happened to encourage him further.

Without holding anything back, Masaki thrust every ounce of strength he had into you, and he made sure that his pace on your clit never slowed, even if his arm tensed up, because he was going to make you cum at the same time as him no matter what. He still had one more thing left on his mind. One last thing to really show you how much he loved you.

“You gonna cum around me?” he teased, breathless.

You nodded eagerly, still sucking on his thumb.

He panted as his abs tightened, a telltale sign that he was really holding back for you now but he could also tip over at any second if he wasn’t careful or didn’t make you cum fast enough. So you did your best to join him. You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts but also to add that extra pressure you needed on your swollen clit to finally bring you to the brink.

With a somewhat incoherent mumble around his thumb, you said one last time, “I love you.”

Your walls tightening around him was the breaking point for Masaki. After one final thrust deep inside of you, he stilled and groaned your name and a gentle, “I love you,” as he came inside of you.

So that was how you ended up laying there on the bed as he rested on his stomach, fingers prodding your hole so that he could stuff his cum back inside of you because he didn’t want a single drop to escape, no matter what. How else was he supposed to tell the world that his number one fan was his? How else was he supposed to tell you that he loved you when he was out being a hero and couldn’t be around to shower you in kisses? Every drop had to stay right where it was. He was going to make sure of it.

But he was also still in his head about your first “I love you” that was constantly replaying in his head. And suddenly he wanted to please you again because he was so happy to have you. So his tongue got involved. Masaki licked away the mess he had made of the inside of your thighs, and some of his cum that was dripping that he couldn’t save with his fingers. You shivered from the overstimulation, a sign that you couldn’t take it anymore, so he stopped himself. He licked his lips clean. He sat up. He smiled at you.

“I love you,” he said one last time before collapsing next to you on the bed.

You curled up against his chest. “I love you, too.”

[takami-takami]

Okay, so I found this, which on its own is very funny. (General warning so as not to cause a jumpscare: scantily clad Endeavor for comedic purposes.)

But it brought to mind an idea of. What if.

Okay, look, I know* it's January, but what if you showed up to a costume party in the Slutty Hawks fit without having told Keigo first.

* (this will not stop me from having gay thoughts)

- magpie anon ✦

BEST JEANIST IS SERVING

The slutty hawks fit is just the regular Hawks fit I think he'd lose his shit. At first he'd smile a lot like an idiot. Crack a few jokes. But after a while, after he gets a few more looks from a few more angles...

Keigo is the type of guy who can easily conceal how he feels about things. If he wants to. But why would he want to hide how attracted he is to you?

Nah, this man is gonna be all over you at the party. Hand on your waist at all times, periodically stopping to bury himself in your neck and run his mouth against your skin about how cute you look. Plants a possessive kiss against you every so often. Talks how he should give you his jacket more often.

Keigo makes sure you hear him talk, because the bastard is well-informed that his voice alone makes you weak.

The way he'd paw at you for attention... :( Won't you throw him a bone? :(

I think what gets to him the most is "awwww they thought of me... so cute! I want them."

[kitthepurplepotato]

New to the story? Start here! -> PART 1

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Part 6 (or alternative universe 1/3):

Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission.

(feat. Deku & Todoroki)

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Author’s note: I would recommend reading this part (and the next 2) even if you don’t know the full story! It will be super fun!

I’ll leave a quick “catch up” for you guys, so you can understand the beginning!

Also, English is my second language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warnings: Swear words!

💥Master list💥

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Okay guys, I know I’m supposed to have Best Jeanist as the guest for this part, but I had this idea, and after all my mental struggles I actually ended up writing more Shenanigans, even tho this story is supposed to be on a long-term hiatus, so spare my life, please 😂

For those who only want to read this part: Reader is Bakugou’s assistant, an ex-hero from another country, currently out of business due to an injury. Her quirk is super powerful; she can have any quirk she can think of, even multiple at once.

You and Bakugou “hate each other” (not really), he is your boss, and you are not easy to boss around. Don’t tell anyone, but you guys care about each other quite a lot.

In the last part, you fainted due to overworking yourself and Bakugou ended up being your caretaker for the day. He “hated” every minute of it.

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“Hey, you fuckstick! We have guests, stop zoning out like a brainsless idiot!”

Ahh, it’s so good to be back in the office again!

Oh wait…

It’s certainly not.

Since the fainting incident… Bakugou is an even bigger ass than he was before. You didn’t think it’s possible, but here you are, half asleep, being shouted at for no reason, your coffee still untouched on your office desk.

You were absolutely aware of the fact that you probably won’t ever see Dynamight’s caring side ever again, but you really can’t believe how much damage this small mess-up has done to your already tense relationship.

“I thought I am a brainless idiot anyway.” You sigh into the distance, your face plastered to the desk’s shiny surface. Maybe this time, you’ll be the person faking being dead to get away from a traumatic situation; because shit you not, you are actually traumatized by this sudden personality change.

“We can come back later, Kacchan.” Comes a smooth voice from the door, which soothes your troubled soul right away. What a pleasant voice to be listening to so early in the morning! You might as well just go back to sleep now.

But wait…

Kacchan?

“The fucker had enough time to laze around last week.” Grumbles the blonde demon with zero sympathy in his harsh voice.

Honestly, Dynamight should be banned from talking between 10 PM and 10AM.

“I think you are being too harsh on her. Living half of her life with you is enough of a torture as it is.” Another pleasant voice joins the conversation, making the demon in front of you so angry he almost explodes your head with an accidental explosion coming out from his palms.

“I will blow you out of my fucking office window if you don’t shut the fuck up, you half and half bastard, who the fuck invited you anyway…”

“I did, Kacchan.” Speaks up the soothing voice again, but this time, it sounds more squeaky and less pleasant.

Okay, who are these people?!

As you slowly emerge from your half sleeping position, your eyes are met with 2 really handsome guys; one with a magnificent pine green hair, the other half crimson half white, split perfectly in the middle.

Oh, shit.

You are not the fangirl kinda gal, but you are internally screaming so loud you can barely hear your own voice; hence why you might be screaming like and absolute fool right now.

“Deku-san, Shouto-san, sorry for my terrible behavior! Welcome to the agency! Please take a seat!” You sit up as quickly as you can, bumping your knees into the thick office desk while standing up. The loud thump echoes in the otherwise silent office, but you pay no mind to the awkward situation and point at the office sofa.

This is fine.

This is salvageable.

You can do this.

“Now you can fucking behave…” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight, making the situation awkward again. Of course.

“Jealous much?” You snap back, ready for a fight.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?! Who do you think you are?”

Woah, the bitch is angry.

“I’m supposed to be your right hand, but if you keep bitching, I’ll shove my resignation up your ass and blow you up with it.” You scream back, lovely guests respectfully ignored for the time being.

“My right hand?! A pimple on my back, maybe.” Shouts the blonde back with sparkling palms, slowly getting closer. Oi.

“At least it’s not a pimple on his ass. Sounds like a compliment to me.” Speaks up Shouto, clearly not reading the room properly.

“Shou, not now…” squeaks Deku with a red face, slowly moving in front of his friend protectively.

“What did you say, Steakface?”

“I said, you two get along well.” Deadpans the half and half hero, still oblivious to the dangers of his words.

“WE DO NOT!” You both scream in the poor guys face, when another person arrives at the office door.

“SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!” The savior of the day, Kirishima appears in the office, his hardened body ready for a fight in between the four of you.

“Thank god.” Sighs the number one hero and collapses on the sofa like a sack of potatoes.

The trust these guys have in Kirishima is amazing. You were so used to seeing him every day, you kinda forgot how strong and reliable he is when it’s needed.

You have the biggest respect for the poor guy, who’s willingly by Dynamight’s side, listening to his yapping every day without being payed for it.

After a few moments of awkward silence, fresh coffee is being served to the two guests; you silently thank Kirishima for taking the burden from your shoulders today.

“So what are you guys doing here today?” You try to start a conversation while sipping your lukewarm coffee.

“Shouto and I were in the area and we thought it would be nice to see Kacchan, as he never replies to me.” Deku gives you a shy smile and damn, number one hero or not, he is absolutely adorable. You are not sure how can he break bones with that cute face.

“YOU thought it would be nice to see Katsuki. I just came along.” Deadpans Shouto with zero emotion on his face until he gets poked in the side by a scrunched faced Deku. Even his angry face is adorable. What is this guy?

And let’s not even talk about the other one… you can’t help but wonder if the handsome fella has any other expressions than the nonchalant, emotionless one he’s wearing now (and in every single interview you were forced to watch with your bestie); does he keep his facade on in the bed as well? You kinda want to investigate that.

Wow, you might need to get laid just as much as your angry boss does.

“Shouto, I told you not to say everything out loud.” Reprimands the green haired hero, reminding you of a kindergarten teacher telling of a child for eating sand.

You can’t help the giggle bubbling up in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you; the two best friends sitting on the sofa, clearly comfortable with each other, the angry sulking blonde next to them, who’s trying to hide his happiness with aggressive expressions and filth coming out of his mouth, the silent presence of Kirishima leaning on the back of the sofa, beaming at the two bickering heroes with pure adoration.

“Stop smiling like a pervert.” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight with a slight blush on his face, staring into the distance to avoid any kind of eye contact.

“How could I NOT smile, you guys are so cute together.”

“Cu…cute?!” Stutters the blonde, face red as a tomato. “What the actual fuck is cute about this?! Did your parents drop you as a child, or what? Also, this meeting is over, everyone fuck off!” Explodes Mr. Katsuki, and starts throwing everyone out of the office one by one; or at least he tries until Deku steps in front of him.

“Wait… I need to talk to you about something.” Says the greenette with a serious expression.

“I knew you fucking want something…” Bakugou rolls his eyes and puts the other hero down on the sofa. “Spill it, you goddamned nerd.” He grumbles while sitting down, ready to listen to Deku’s “annoying” rambling.

“So there is this villain group we are after…”

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“Why am I here Mr. Dynamight?!”

That’s the question of the century, to be honest.

As you look around in the area in front of you, you can see nothing but pure destruction; abandoned homes burst in flames, the sky grey and foggy from all the smoke, the pavement broken into chunks of concrete, which makes your steps wobbly and uneven.

This is a war zone. And you are standing right in the middle of it.

“Don’t look so frightened, aren’t you supposed to be a hero?” Answers the blonde with the most nasty tone possible, looking at you like you’re a piece of shit he just stepped on by accident. Well, if he can’t give you a disappointed look as his face is hiding behind a protective mask, he had to make sure his words hurt you just as well as his usual angry face does.

“Kacchan…” sighs Deku with a massive bandage on his right hand, giving you a tiny smile for reassurance. “The fight is over now, most of the villains are already behind bars. This place is supposed to be safe for heroes.“ he explains. “We lost one of the bad guys tho, so we need to investigate the area for clues.”

This still doesn’t explain why are you, a basic-ass secretary, here. You might have been a hero a few months ago, but you are far away from being “battle ready”; you can barely manage the small gigs with the amount of mana you have, as your body is still using up all your energy to heal itself.

“Your shitty quirk is perfect for this investigation. If by any chance there is a sudden fight, you can hide behind my fucking skirt and cry like a looser.” Bakugou snaps at you, while Todoroki rolls his eyes in disapproval.

Wow, that’s a new facial expression! What a day to be alive.

“Why are we friends with him again?” Deadpans the half and half hero, making the blonde angry and furious. As the two start their usual bickering, you sigh into the void and make your way into the ex-battlefield. You take a deep breath and bring out a few different quirks all at once; levitation, x-ray vision and a new one you just came up with; a sensor that tells you the last movements in the area you are looking at.

The burnt down homes in front of you are indeed abandoned but there is one still in tact, away from the burnt area, built extremely close to the forest; compared to the other parts of the battlefield, the house feels lived in, heat-wise.

“Y/N-san, wait for us!” You hear a voice behind your back, but you are too focused on your current task; finding clues about the whereabouts of the last villain stranding.

There are old footprints coming out through the back door, going into the forest; the angle of the footprints indicate…

“Katsuki, behind you!” You scream from the top of your lungs, but it’s too late; the villain jumps out from behind the tree, right next your boss.

“So this is how I fucking die…” You say, while you activate another quirk; teleportation.

In only a millisecond you end up behind the blonde; the villain’s quirk hitting you instead of Bakugou. The world suddenly shifts and you are falling into the eternal nothingness.

Why did you save the person who treats you like shit every single day?

Because your body moved on it’s own.

You are not sorry for doing it either; You can’t help but think about the way he cared for you when you were sick and about how he always brings you coffee, even when he’s being a bitch about it afterwards.

The small acts of kindness say more than the loud words; Bakugou Katsuki might be the biggest asshole in the whole word, but he doesn’t deserve to die; not like this, not right now.

“You fucking idiot!” Screams a voice you know so well, frustrated and confused. Even though you are falling into nothing, you can kinda see what’s happening in the real world; you can see Bakugou kneeling on the floor, looking at the floor where you are supposed to be, you can see Todoroki freezing the villain in one place, handcuffing him with quirk canceling handcuffs, you can see Deku, trying to calm down the crying hero… what?

Is Bakugou crying?! He must be really angry, then.

Suddenly, your back hits the ground; the sun is shining aggressively into your face, making you flinch; you can also hear some happy chatter not too far away from you.

The chatter suddenly stops and there are quick footsteps coming your way; you try to make yourself invisible out of habit, but your quirk decides to act up; you can’t feel the usual warmth of your power anymore.

“I really don’t want to support your stupid conspiracy theory, but… this woman just fell from the sky.” Mumbles a blonde nerdy guy, pushing his glasses up to see you better. His face is soft, but confused, his brows scrunched in an adorable way and it might be because of the pain, but he looks kinda familiar.

Is this… a dream?

“This is not the time for this, Kacchan. She’s hurt!” Reprimands the green haired nerd in the loudest PRIDE t-shirt you’ve ever seen. Is that eyeliner under his eyes? Cute.

Wait…

This isn’t a dream. You would not be able to come up with this shit, even if you tried.

A sudden realization dawns upon you as you stare into those warm, green eyes, dumbfounded.

“Deku?” You mumble incredulously, eyes wide, mouth open. You gawk at the blonde nerd on the other side of you; you are met with the crimson eyes you know so well.

“Bakugou Katsuki?”

This is ridiculous. This can’t be real.

This guy can’t be…

“Do you know us? Are we friends? Please, tell me you are Kacchan’s wife from the future!”

“You rewatched Back To The Future without me, you shitty nerd!” Complains the blonde, clearly offended by his traitor of a friend. “Also, are you my wife from the future? I hope you are.” The blonde sighs.

“Kacchan…” Deku pats his friend’s back apologetically, and Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t pull away.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

-> Next Chapter!

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I’m actually so excited for this! I have so many silly ideas! Send me a comment, if you liked it 💜 Tell me your predictions about this alternate universe! :D

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[ao3-deviance]

Can I request 3rd year UA student Bakugou meets 3rd year Shiketsu student Kirishima?

Oh, this was a fun idea! Took me a while to come up with a scenario for them to meet, but once I did the words flowed! I'm happy with how this one turned out, so hope you like it too!

Thanks for the prompt!

-----It Starts on a Train-----

"Dynamight?"

Bakugou gritted his teeth, taking a deep, slow breath. It was too early in the morning to deal with either some excited brat who wanted his autograph or an angry parent who wanted to berate him for his…everything. He was already high-strung for his first day of his internship; he didn't need his train ride disturbed. 

Remembering Best Jeanist's words–you can't have another blow up in public; your hero career hasn't even started, and there's a difference between being the aloof hero who doesn't like to talk and the undesirable hero who curses out their fans–he bolstered himself to keep his cool and looked for the voice. 

It was immediately clear that the person staring at him was no civilian; he'd recognize the uniform of Shiketsu anywhere. The man had to be near seven feet tall, but his entire intimidating physique was softened by the bright grin on his face and the kind eyes currently focused on Bakugou. The bright red mane trailing down his back and the two matching hair horns poking through cut out holes in his hat gave away his identity. 

"Red Riot." 

Bizarrely, his acknowledgment immediately brought a blush across the other's face, and the behemoth seemed genuinely surprised. 

"You recognize me?"

Bakugou scoffed, relaxing a little now that it seemed like he wasn't going to be verbally accosted by some soccer mom. 

"Who wouldn't recognize you?" Bakugou asked, rolling his eyes. "Only an idiot wouldn't know Shiketsu's highest ranked third year."

The blush on the other's face deepened. "Well, Shiketsu's no U.A.," he mumbled, shrugging. "Not like I can compete with you."

Bakugou raised a brow. He'd seen enough of Red Riot's saves to know that what currently looked like soft skin could be instantly hardened beyond a diamond's strength if needed. He'd watched one particular save multiple times, a little in awe at the then second year Shiketsu student who managed to harden and hold a whole goddamn bank building up by himself for almost half an hour while other heroes helped civilians escape.

Red Riot had been on his radar for a long time. At first as competition, but later as someone Bakugou admittedly respected (which was a very short list).

"If we weren't on a fucking train, I'd howitser you right now to prove what an idiotic statement that was," Bakugou said blandly. He gestured to the seat beside him. "Quit hovering and take a seat."

Again, the other seemed shocked and perhaps embarrassed? But he still shifted to take the seat, curling in on himself like he didn't want to take up too much room, though it was a lost cause as his entire side pressed against Bakugou. 

"Sorry," he said. 

"The fuck you apologizing for?" Bakugou huffed. He eyed the man out of the corner of his eye. How was he so soft-hearted here when Bakugou had seen videos of him tearing into steel with his fingers during rescues?

"Didn't mean to get in your space."

"I invited you to, moron."

Inexplicably, the other laughed. "You know, you're exactly how I'd thought you'd be," he said. "Straightforward and no nonsense. Super manly."

"You're nothing like I expected you to be," Bakugou said.

He blinked. "I'm surprised you even thought of me at all," he admitted. "I'm not exactly flashy or–ow! What the hell?" He frowned, rubbing at the back of his head where Bakugou had lightly smacked him. 

"It's too early in the morning for me to listen to bullshit," Bakugou said. "Be self-deprecating with someone else. You're a top up-and-comer. Fucking own that shit." 

"Bit un-hero-like to hit someone you barely know, isn't it?" 

"You can take it," Bakugou said. "Besides, don't be a dumbass and maybe you won't get hit."

The other impossibly softened even more, staring at him with eyes Bakugou couldn't decipher. He relaxed the tension in his giant frame, allowing himself to press against Bakugou's arm without concern. Goosebumps erupted across the blond's flesh, and he held back a shiver. He wasn't cold.

"This is my usual route to Fat Gum's Agency, but I've never seen you on this train before. New work study?" 

"Internship with Mirko," Bakugou explained. "First day."

"Nice!" He offered, nodding. "That fits."

Bakugou sighed, relaxing back in his chair. 

"My real name is Kirishima Eijirou, by the way," the other offered after a moment. 

"Bakugou Katsuki," the blond returned. He glanced at the other, contemplative, before he pulled out his phone. "Put your number in," he ordered. 

Kirishima seemed surprised by his forthrightness but didn't argue, taking Bakugou's phone and typing in his number. A moment later, Kirishima's pocket made a small 'manly!' exclamation. Kirishima's face turned red when Bakugou smirked, but neither commented on it.

"Any reason I'm giving you my number?" Kirishima asked as he handed his phone back. 

"Easier to set up a spar sometime," Bakugou explained, watching a series of emotions cross Kirishima's transparent face. The man wore his heart on his sleeve. "And then afterwards we can go out to eat. Loser pays."

Kirishima stiffened, eyes suddenly heavy as they focused on Bakugou and Bakugou alone. Good, the blond thought. That's where they should be. 

"Like…a date?" Kirishima asked hesitantly. 

Bakugou smirked. "Heh. Maybe you're not as stupid as I thought, Red." 

Bakugou missed his stop and was thirty minutes late for the first time in his life. 

It was worth it.