#catsuki talks

[catsuki-talks-manga]

Sooo am I like the only one who doesn’t mind the English localized name for Dungeon Meshi? I think “Delicious in Dungeon” is cute and fits with the lighthearted feel! Am I gonna get killed with hammers?

[scarlet-traveler]

If there was one thing Eijirou knew for sure, it was that Bakugou had a thing for his hair.

Sure, initially it wasn’t a good thing—the Shitty Hair moniker has been a staple since the first week of first year—but after months of getting to know his best friend, that nickname was closer to a term of endearment than an insult at this point. He’d swear up and down that Eijirou’s spiky hairstyle was still shitty, but whenever Bakugou thought he wasn’t looking, whether they were at lunch or studying together, Eijirou would catch the way that he would stare at it, not with disgust, but with interest…and maybe also fondness? Eijirou would say that he was pretty good at reading Bakugou’s moods, but he still got tripped up sometimes.

But Bakugou would touch his hair too. A tweak to the horns on his forehead in greeting, playful yet still careful not to break the gel. An idle twirl of loose red strands when they were relaxing together, a brief moment of contact before he went back to whatever he’d been doing.

And it was strange, but also nice, how his friend chose to give him attention during the day. Their other friends always had weird looks on their faces whenever Bakugou would wordlessly tug on a spike or even gently ruffle them before sitting like it hadn’t happened, but Eijirou always felt warm and fuzzy from the move, and he always bit back a smile from it.

Like right now.

Eijirou chewed on the end of his pencil as he read through his notes for the upcoming test in their hero law class, and he was getting to the section on quirk use policies for non-hero work when he felt the now-familiar sensation of fingers sliding into his hair, down and slightly damp from his shower after training.

He looked up and to the side; Bakugou had that same interested-and-maybe-fond expression on his face as he dug his hand farther into his hair, watching the way it moved as he ruffled it as if he were studying the movements of a villain rather than his best friend’s hair. Blunt nails then scratched at Eijirou’s scalp, and his eyes drooped, all of his concentration now kept on trying to keep his eyes open. He was less successful in holding back a content sigh, and the fingers on his head stilled, though they didn’t leave.

“You like it?” Eijirou glanced over to see a look of genuine surprise on Bakugou’s face.

He nodded, careful not to dislodge the fingers still tangled in his hair. “Mm. Feels nice.”

Bakugou hummed, and his hand started moving with a purpose this time as he started scratching at his scalp again, occasionally switching to massage at the nape of his neck or detangle the knots forming in his drying hair. It was heavenly, and Eijirou didn’t stop his eyes from closing as he slumped into Bakugou’s hand.

He heard an amused snort next to him. “You’re like a fucking cat.”

Eijirou huffed, his lips tilting up into a smile. “You’re one to talk, Catsuki. I see how you always get bundled up in blankets whenever it gets slightly cold outside.”

“Oi, don’t call me that.” His fingers stopped their detangling to tug on a strand, though it was still gentle. “And it ain’t my fault this damn building gets drafty.” His hair was tugged again, in guidance rather than retaliation, and he let himself be led to lean on a warm shoulder, the ministrations starting anew.

Eijirou’s smile grew, and he leaned against his friend’s side. “Y’know bro, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked my hair.”

“Nope, it’s still pretty shitty,” Bakugou responded immediately, even as he took care to make sure there wasn’t a single knot left anywhere on his head.

“Sure, whatever you say, man.”

~

Based on touch #2 from this prompt list!

[musemilitia]

A little ash blond furred cat with familiar red eyes sat glaring up at the door handle of the 1A dorm building. ‘Fuckin’ dumbass villain.’ Katsuki thought, ears facing back in irritation. His tail swishing side-to-side slowly as he tried to figure out how to open the door himself.

[imagineshuitsukieveryday]

Cat Itsuki knocking down my glassware while staring at me from across the room 😔

ANON HELPJKEGSJE

Cat Itsuki would be such a mean cat, would break your stuff on purpose. I hope you gave him a comfortable bed and croissants finest french cat food... if not, maybe that's why he's destroying your stuff I'm afraid 😔

[13slovergirl]

ft. Catsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todorokitty, Kittentoshi Shinso, Shota Aizawa

Summary: S/O gets a cat that suspiciously resembles them.

A 'small angry ball of adorableness' was the very first words you used to describe the new addition to the family. He caught on pretty quickly.

The light orange fluff ball hated you until you came home with some cat treats and toys that you patiently waited for him to take. Meanwhile, Katsuki was watching angrily as you sang compliments to the scared kitten.

"C'mere Cat-suki, it's okay!!!"

Yeah, he caught on.

Imagine how surprised he was when he gave in to your begging for him to give it a try and the kitty accepted the treat from his hand with barely any problem. And then the immediate 'annoyance' when he catches the smug look on your face.

You guys would have to give the cat over to his parents, but they don't mind too much.

He lays down in bed and the cute kitten jumps up onto him and lays on his stomach, head on his nice rack. After a few seconds of processing, he starts gently petting it. It's a bit awkward but the cat purrs nonetheless. The soft noise and repetitive movement starts slowly lulling him to sleep....

And then his mom walks in.

She never lets him live it down.

When you found an adorable and elegant long haired calico cat that had a gorgeous pattern vaguely resembling your lover's half n half, how could you not adopt it on the spot?

His first words when he sees it? "How are we going to keep it?"

I mean, yeah, it's valid. Very valid. Oh god how are you guys gonna keep it. Pets aren't allowed in the dorms and you don't think Principal Nezu is going to accept 'But Tokoyami lives in the dorms' as an excuse.

Eventually the two of you come up with a way to safely keep the cat outside of the school. It's a bit upsetting that you can't keep it in your dorm, but it's safer outside the school than inside.

Anyways, for a cat who YOU adopted, it really likes Todoroki. Cats just love him. I mean same but still.

If Todoroki wasn't a busy guy that cat would never move off his lap.

It probably would like to lay on his boobies when he's trying to sleep. And I bet you wish that was you.

I think that instead of getting therapy or 'bothering' you with his problems, he just talks to the cat. The cat doesn't care, more time with their favorite person in the world I guess.

"Have you decided on a name yet?" "What about Roki :D" ".....No." "Why not D:" "...That's my nickname :("

You did not make the choice to have this cat. Neither of you did, the cat chose you. The cute little Siamese cat laying on your porch was a manipulative bastard but the two of you had no option other to take care of it for the rest of your lives like a spoiled child.

He loves being able to sleep with the cat next to him while you're training/studying. He'd rather be doing what you're doing or cuddling with you, but you're insistent that he gets some much needed rest and ever since you started being with him while sleeping it's gotten harder to sleep without you.

The brat doesn't usually allow cuddling though, so he just has to settle for sleeping next to it.

Like Bakugou he figures out pretty quickly that you think him and the cat are very similar and he loves to tease you with it a bit.

He sees the cat curl up in your lap for a nice pillow? He rests his head in your lap in as similar of a place as the cat did. You mention how adorable it is when the cat rubs against you? He does the same. You coo at the cat when it headbutts your hand? He kisses the same spot.

If you don't catch on to his little hints he might just go out and buy some cat ears and a human-sized collar :]]]

It just so happened that a slightly older black cat with unkempt fur 'snuck' into Aizawa's classroom the same day that you planned on dropping some stuff off straight to his classroom. What a strange coincidence. None of the kids are able to keep the kitten in their dorms so I guess you two just have to keep it.

'Shota the Cat' became the class mascot and Aizawa hated it. Not the cat, just the fact the kids asked you if you could name the cat after him and you agreed. He hates hearing his name and turning to look at the person who said it, only for them to be talking about the cat.

But it's all worth it every morning and night when he sees you sleeping with the usually grumpy cat, knowing that he doesn't need to worry about you being lonely when he has to work. He doesn't admit it but he gets why you guys see him in the cat so much. He'd love nothing more than to be where the cat is.

No one's surprised anymore when he rolls up to school with the cat in his sleeping bag. However, after the first villain invasion he stopped. It's for the best that he stays home with you.

When the two of you get into a fight he likes letting you take Shota the Cat to bed and just get all your emotions out like that. The first time you did it was just a joke of 'I'm taking our child, I expect child support' but it turned into a simple way of calming down and resolving the issue faster. It also makes him feel better that you have a source of comfort.

[andypantsx3]

COVER SHOT : 4 : BAKUGOU x READER

SUMMARY: For years, you’ve been the only assistant in the business equipped to handle foul-tempered supermodel Katsuki Bakugou. That is, until he catches on to your weak point. CONTENT: model/celebrity bakugou, no quirks au, praise kink, aged up characters, eventual smut, AFAB & fem pronoun reader, implied lighter-skinned reader (see note below), 18+ NOTE: In retrospect, this work is one of my least inclusive. A large portion of the plot depends on the reader’s blush being visible on her skin. I just wanted to make this clear to anyone looking to read this fic, and apologize to any potential readers that this excludes. Going forward, I will endeavor to be far more inclusive in my writing. LENGTH: 2.6k, 4th of 6 chapters

Catsuki Bakugou @catsukicuteski Here’s Catsuki on the cover of Septem-purr’s Vogue: http://bit.ly/8oKZ5jf

ehra [no minors/no bakugou antis] @ehra_morta replying to @catsukicuteski I can’t decide who’s more handsome.

Yuki Nakamura @ladybird_123 replying to @catsukicuteski What did you guys think of Bakugou retweeting Catsuki the other day?? It’s so cute he’s a fan!

凸 ( ͡❛ ͜ʖ ͡❛)凸 @machinodorufin replying to @ladybird_123 and @catsukicuteski omg what if they did a shoot together can yOU IMAGINE

The rest of the plane ride was mercifully quiet.

You’d returned to your seat after a woman turned up at the washroom, actually needing to use it, and Bakugou had watched with no small amount of relish as you awkwardly climbed over his long legs again, almost tripping and planting yourself straight in his lap. You’d saved yourself with a hand on your armrest, though, and refused to make eye contact with him after that.

You could feel the satisfaction radiating from him anyway.

You’d been too distracted and nervous to do anything like take the long nap you’d planned and you cycled tirelessly between your novel, answering emails on your phone, and a slew of random movies on demand that you couldn’t get into. Bakugou, for his part, dozed easily next to you, one leg outstretched to press against yours. You didn’t dare move for fear of waking him.

He woke easily enough when the plane landed and followed you out into the terminal, a warm shadow at your back. Your whole body seemed newly aware of him, every breath he took sharp in your ears, every minute movement drawing the focus of your eye.

Bakugou, however, seemed fairly unaffected. He only started acting weird again when you made your way into the car that would take you to your hotel.

“Hey, stop at the nearest coffee shop,” you heard him tell the driver as you climbed in beside him, yawning.

You looked at him in question. Coffee was another thing he didn’t allow himself.

“You didn’t sleep on the plane, right?” he asked shortly.

You gaped at him. He was asking to detour for you?

He smirked at your shell shocked reaction and reached over you, pulling the seat belt over your chest and buckling you in himself. You were so stunned you didn’t even make a move to stop him.

“Figured you’re gonna need something to deal with eyelashes,” he said as the car pulled away from the airport.

It took you a minute to realize who he was talking about. “You mean Bibimi?”

He grunted. “The fucking handsy witch.”

You let out a shocked laugh. You’d known he’d been uncomfortable with her at various shoots over the years, but he’d never talked to you about it, even to engage in his favorite pastime of complaining. It was gratifying to hear your suspicions confirmed.

“It sounds more like you need to get yourself something to deal with her,” you said, still wondering why in the world he thought you would need to be caffeinated to handle an interaction with her. “Maybe a xanax.”

He stretched languorously and your eyes were drawn to the rise of his well-defined pecs under his tee shirt, the flex of muscle in his tight jeans. “Like I don’t know why that damn harpy keeps shoving assistant resumes at me. I know she has it out for you.”

Your eyebrows went up. You hadn’t realized he’d been paying attention. “You knew?” you asked, unable to help the surprise in your tone. “Why didn’t you ever follow up on any of them, then? I thought you were just ignoring her to ignore her.”

He smirked wickedly. “Like any of those extras could handle me.”

Your brain stopped short, not sure if the words were meant to be a compliment or if they truly carried the implication that it sounded like they did. Or worse, if he meant both.

Also, was he showing self awareness?

Bakugou seemed to bask in your confusion, then moved to get out of the car when the driver pulled into the requested coffee shop. He gestured for you to stay inside, pulling his baseball cap back over his untidy hair and throwing on a pair of sunglasses. When he came back out, he was bearing an iced americano, black, and it dawned on you that he hadn’t asked how you liked it. He had just known.

“Aren’t I supposed to be running your errands?” you asked as he slid back into the car, handing it over.

“What was that earlier about saying thank you?” he demanded, and you flushed. He had you there.

“Thanks, Bakugou,” you allowed.

That seemed to satisfy him, and he turned to the window as the car pulled back onto the main road. He kept up a stream of complaints about Bibimi the entire way, making sure to insult seemingly every member of her staff as well, though it took you several tries to connect all the names he called them -- Nose, Ugly, and Harpy Number Two -- with their actual names.

You found yourself laughing under your breath when you made the connections. All of Bibimi’s staff was pretty unpleasant, though they played the game well enough. They had to, in order to keep Bibimi’s temper a secret. It sounded like Bakugou had all of their numbers, though.

The car deposited you at the front of your hotel, and you perked up at the sight of a huge infinity pool just beyond the front office, overlooking the beach. A refreshing dip would be so appreciated after what was undoubtedly going to be a long afternoon with Bibimi today and all day tomorrow.

You handled check in and helped the driver separate your bags with the bellhop, then climbed back into the car. It was nearing late afternoon and Bakugou still needed to show up on location for tomorrow’s shoot for camera testing and a final fitting. You texted the production team assistant and Fumika--Bibimi’s assistant who Bakugou had called Harpy Number Two--to let them know you were close.

The driver steered you along an access road circumnavigating the bay, finally stopping at a path that led onto a private beach. You could see the production crew a couple hundred meters out, an array of cameras and lighting screens already fanned out over a stretch of pale sand overhung with palm trees, looking onto a small outcropping of rock. The water here was crystalline blue, soft waves gently lapping at the shore, and you were overcome with the urge to roll up your jeans and wade in.

You followed Bakugou’s broad back as he led the way over to the crew, bomber jacket abandoned in the hot sun in favor of the white tee he’d worn underneath. One of Ground Zero’s creative directors came trotting over, a stylist tailing her, to take Bakugou immediately into wardrobe while you were left to greet everyone.

“Hi Fumika,” you said, setting your bag down next to the assistant and settling down onto the soft sand at her side. She was keeping a close eye on Bibimi, who was already down at the water, several photography directors swarming around her. You shrugged off your own jacket and stretched in the sunshine.

Fumika gave you a cursory once over. “Hello,” she said. She didn’t bother to follow up with any polite conversation so you asked a couple polite questions of your own, about her flight yesterday and had she had a chance to try the pool at the hotel? She gave cursory answers at best, rustling around in her bag mostly for something to keep her attention off of you, and you caught sight of what appeared to be a stack of several resumes as she shuffled the contents around.

You stifled a laugh. It looked like Bibimi was still trying, three years in.

After a few minutes of being fussed over by the stylist, Bakugou finally stalked out on set in a couple pieces of the Ground Zero ready to wears, a paramilitary jacket in a light fabric that lay open over his bare chest, and board shorts with a strange, asymmetrical waist that curved up the planes of his toned stomach.

Your face suddenly went hot with the memory of all of that pressed up against you in the tiny plane washroom. Had that only been a few hours ago? Had that even happened at all or had you dreamed the whole thing?

You groped around for a distraction, settling for toeing off your shoes and stretching out further in the warm sand, working through the rest of your iced coffee. You were mostly unnecessary at this point, unless Bakugou needed you to fetch something for him or anyone called with a business inquiry, so you could relax a little bit.

You let the soft breeze wash over you like a warm wave, tangling in your hair, and watched as Bibimi perked up at the sight of Bakugou crossing over the sand to where she stood with the camera crew. You pushed down another laugh when she, predictably, started fluttering her eyelashes at him.

Fumika eyed you with suspicion anyway. “Something funny?”

You turned to her, schooling your features. “No. Just happy to be off the plane.”

She clicked her tongue dismissively, clearly not believing a word. “He’ll fall for her, you know."

You raised an eyebrow.

"They’d be the perfect couple," Fumika explained, "She’s already the brand ambassador for his parents’ company and they’ve worked together closely for years.”

You thought back to how Bakugou had talked about Bibimi in the car. That might be so, but fat chance Bibimi would succeed. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same Bakugou? You’ve met him, right? I don’t think he’s capable of falling for anyone.”

Fumika laughed. “Please, don’t be jealous. I know you’ve somehow managed to keep your little claws in him for years, but it won’t last forever. He’s going to date sooner or later, and when he does, it will be Bibimi.”

Well that sounded ominous. Was she going to coerce him at knifepoint? “Best wishes to both of them, then.”

Fumika scoffed and went back to her phone. “You won’t be around much longer after that.”

You really had to hand it to Bibimi’s team. They had her back, at least.

“Uh, okay,” you uttered. What did someone say when they were flagrantly threatened like that? “Thanks for the warning, I guess.”

Not content to sit at Fumika’s side anymore, you got to your feet and wandered a little ways down the beach to dip your toes in the warm water, rolling up your jeans and wading in over near the props table, well out of shot of the camera. The temperature was so pleasant, and the sound of gentle splashing where the waves murmured against the shore soothed you, lulling you back into a peaceful mindset.

You kept a vague eye on Bakugou and Bibimi, watching to make sure you weren’t needed for anything. The camera crew seemed to work quickly, though, cycling through all the shots they wanted to take tomorrow, marking off all their settings and the proper positioning. Bakugou also quickly rotated through the wardrobe, the stylists only seeming to find one or two touch ups they’d need to make overnight, and before you knew it, things were wrapping up, just as the sun was beginning to dip low on the horizon.

You came wading back over as you saw Bakugou finishing up, stepping back onto the warm sand to gather up your bag and shoes before he got impatient.

Bibimi was already standing with Fumika when you made it back to your bag, and she gave you a repulsed look, like you were something foul she’d just stepped in.

“Hi, Bibimi,” you said, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and grabbing your shoes to pull on further down the beach, out of reach of Bibimi and her team. “Good to see you.”

She sniffed haughtily. “Is it?”

You suppressed an eye roll. “How have you been? How was the flight yesterday?”

She said something in return but you didn’t hear it, suddenly surprised by a hefty arm settling over your shoulder. You were pulled into a warm chest, and a voice rumbled in your ear. “Let’s go, cheeks.”

You looked up at Bakugou, surprised. You felt a blush bloom over the bridge of your nose at his proximity. “Uh, sure.”

Bibimi stared, her long lashes fluttering in perplexity. Last time she’d seen you, Bakugou had no doubt been deep up your ass, cussing you out and yelling across set at you. You guessed his weird about-face was as shocking to her as it was to you.

You tried to duck out from under his arm, embarrassed, but he held tight. His blood red gaze was boring directly over the top of your head into Bibimi’s face and you wondered what kind of weird supermodel posturing was going on right now. After a long moment, he gave you a light shove forward.

“Later,” he uttered, steering you back across the sand.

“Um, see you guys tomorrow,” you said as Bakugou directed you toward the idling line of cars waiting to collect the production team. You dusted the sand off the bottom of your feet before climbing into one, and the car taxied you back to the hotel.

When you got there, Bakugou steered you to the adjoining restaurant instead of into the hotel, complaining about how hungry he was through a mouthful of swears. The hostess found you a small table at a window, and the two of you settled in to eat.

Dinner was surprisingly pleasant. Bakugou bitched the whole time about Bibimi and her peons, and you thought with some surprise that his attitude and ire were kind of fun when they weren’t directed at you. He was almost friendly--as close as someone like Bakugou could be, anyway--and you found yourself relaxing a little, enjoying yourself and making something frighteningly close to real conversation with him.

It was only after dinner that Bakugou chose to strike again.

You both walked back to the hotel along the beachfront, and he made a weird fuss about escorting you back to your room, letting loose a stream of colorful invectives at you when you tried to insist you were fine. You gave up and let him march you over to your room, pausing when he continued to linger as you made to unlock your door.

“What?” you looked up at him, taking a surprised step back when he was suddenly much closer than you had expected. He guided you back against your door with a large hand on your hip, his eyes burning like torches.

Then his mouth was on yours again, and you lost all sense of what was happening or where you were.

Your sense of disorientation was magnified when you felt your feet leave the ground, and you vaguely registered hands under your thighs and a hard body filling the space in between, pressing you back into the wood of your door with all of his weight. A feverish trail of heat bloomed down your body at the abrupt show of strength, and you threw your arms around Bakugou’s neck, wrapping your legs more firmly around his hips to draw him even closer.

He swore into your mouth and pressed you harder into the door, licking into your mouth with abandon. You made a mortifying squeaking noise and you felt him smirk against your lips, before he moved down your neck to find the spot he’d found on the plane, sucking another mark into the skin there with slow diligence. You let out a louder moan at that.

“Sound so fucking gorgeous, cheeks,” he rasped against the skin of your neck, working back up to bite under your ear. You jolted, clenching your thighs around him harder. “You like that?”

“Fuck--yes,” you managed, leaning in to mouth at the same spot on him. He groaned and ground his hips into yours, and you gasped at the feel of him hard against your core. You gave a few helpless bucks of your hips, fingers tangling in his blonde hair for something to hold on to.

“Just like that, angel,” he said, and he let go of one thigh to drag his fingers against you where you wanted him most, yanking down the zipper of your jeans and getting a hand inside. You let your head fall back against the wall when he curled two fingers inside of you, his thumb brushing that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nodded, dragging him back for a kiss, working your hips against him a little desperately. It was absurd how turned on you were, letting Katsuki Bakugou finger you in the hallway where anyone could see you, but you didn’t even care. He felt so good against you, his fingers so fucking talented and incredible inside you, and it was mere minutes before you were gasping into his mouth, squirming wildly against his hand.

He kissed you as he worked you through it, then lowered you slowly back to your feet. You twitched as your sensitive chest dragged over his as you were let back down.

He smirked down at the sight of you so debauched against your own door. “You’re so fucking hot, cheeks. So good for me.”

You didn’t know how it was possible, but you felt yourself flush even more deeply. A satisfied grin pulled at the corner of his mouth and he leaned in to press one more kiss against your mouth. “See you tomorrow, nerd.”

Then, as he had on the plane, he disappeared down the hall, and you were left to stare after his back in bewilderment.

Thoughts slowly began to trickle back into your brain, magnifying your confusion. You weren’t sure how you had ended up making out with Bakugou twice in one day after three years of nothing but hostility, never mind how he had been weirdly pleasant and thoughtful today. You weren’t even sure what his motivation was here -- you’d thought it was to mess with you, this morning, but that was before he kissed all the thoughts straight out of your brain and got you off against your door. The kissing and heavy petting seemed to be way out of left field if the plan had been to just mess with you.

Whatever it was he was doing, he was the only person who knew.

As you turned to finally unlock your door and let yourself inside, you wondered how long it would be until you found out.

[lostkrbkaccount]

Catsuki and Kittyshima

(Cat!hybrid AU)

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Baku: can you stop?

Kiri: stop what, babe?

Baku: touching my damn tail all the time! And cut your fucking claws, they're too sharp!!

Kiri: but baaaaabe~ *kissing his neck* I want kittens..

Baku: Ei..

Kiri: c'mon let me breed you! I want to see you big and pregnant, waddling around our apartment with my litter inside you..

Baku: you do realize that it's very rare for us to have just one kitten.. we could end up with 5!

Kiri: the more, the merrier..

Baku: Eijiro!

Kiri: *whines* Katsuki!!

Baku: Ei, if you wanna have kittens that bad then let's talk first..

Kiri: really?!

Baku: sit down! Let's talk.

To be continued..

[searenbound]

I remember you said you’re allergic to cats. I’m sorry but this would extend to Catsuki

My darling, you’re talking to a bitch who makes his whole room cat friendly because I love her more than myself most days. I don’t care, besides it’s only a minor allergy and it’s specifically dandruff that’s an issue for me.

Katsuki’s very clean and well groomed with impeccable hygiene practices so it’s fine. I can bury my face in chest and tummy if I want to with only minor repercussions for my actions.

And even if that wasn’t viable I wouldn’t care because it’s all made up so I can choose to believe allergies don’t work the same way with hybrids

[catsuki-talks-manga]

So obviously I wish more manga and anime were explicitly trans (representation and all), but I think there's value to the stories with transformed characters and just lots of subtext. I realized I was trans because of a character that got turned into a girl and realized she prefered being a girl to being a guy, but the manga was pretty explicit in the fact that she was ~magically transformed~ and not "trans". It got past my defense of "I could never be queer, ew!" and let me see the other side of it. Again, I agree we need more explicitly trans series, but also don't forget the impact the pure subtext can have too.

[babeyvenus]

The Punishment Bet

Warning: Suggestive themes.

"C'mon Bakugou, you lost. Time to pay up.", Madi says, grinning.

"No, fuck that.", said boy, backs up, pointing at the two girls.

"Katsuki, take the L and suck it up.", Sunako says, crossing her arms, smirking.

Bakugou growls at her and huffs. "Fine! Where's this stupid outfit!?"

Madi points to the closet, making Bakugou's eye widen. "You put that shit in my closet!? When!?"

"When you weren't around. Duh.", Madi says.

"Just go put it on, please."

He kisses his teeth and storms over to the closet, and puts it on as the girls wait.

Sunako nudges Madi's arm, making her giggle.

The closet door slams open as Bakugou walks out in a cat maid outfit.

"AWWW! You're adorable!", Sunako squeals.

Madi gives a thumbs up. "I knew this would come on handy."

"Fuck off!", Bakugou yells.

"Ah, ah, ah. You forgot a little something.", Madi says.

Bakugou crosses his arms looking away. "I'm not fucking saying it. I already put this damned dress on and it was hard as hell enough!"

"C'mon Katsu, just say it, please?", Sunako pleads, giving him puppy eyes.

He caves in after a sec. "Fuck, fine!", and makes his hands pose into paws. "N-nya."

Both of the girls squeal, making the tip of his ears red.

"Shut the hell up already!", he shouts.

"You're just so cute...!", Sunako runs over to hug him and he moves out the way.

"You're not hugging me after putting me in this damn thing.", he says, making her pout.

Madi laughs and places her hands on her hips. "Well, Catsuki, I, for one, think it suits you quite well."

"You, shut up! This was your doing! I fucking know it!", he stomps his foot.

Madi only shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah, it was me."

Bakugou growls and narrows his eyes at both of the girls. "You two are so getting payback after this..."

"Payback? For what? You lost the bet.", Sunako says, confused.

"I don't give a shit!", he exclaims, making her laugh.

"Well, we'll just give you the simple things. That way it'll stay in your room only, and you won't have to be as embarrassed, though... that was kinda the point.", Madi says, making him growl and huff.

"Fine. What do you want me to do?"

"Can you do my homework, please?", Sunako asks.

"You still haven't done it?", Madi asks in shock.

"I got too tired to do it yesterday.", Sunako says, rubbing the back of her head.

"You seriously can't do this shit yourself?", Bakugou asks.

"Ah! You're supposed to listen, Catsu-chan. And you keep forgetting the nya."

"I'm not saying nya!", he yells.

"Why not?", Sunako whines.

"You put this shit on and say it!", Bakugou growls in her face, making her giggle.

"Just give me this shit.", he says, yanking the paperwork out of her hand and finishing it quickly.

"Fine, I'm done. Now what else?"

"Get on the floor and crawl around, saying nya.", Madi says.

"You're outta your goddamned mind!", he yells.

"That's perfect.", Sunako laughs.

"There ain't no damn way I'm getting on my knees and saying nya. Fuck. That.", he declares, crossing his arms.

"C'mon Catsu-chan.", Sunako reaches up to run her fingers thru his hair, making him soften up a bit.

"Grr...FINE! For fuck's sake...", he lowers down on his hands and knees, looking at both girls. "N-nya~"

Sunako blushes and looks away scratching her cheek. "I-i didn't actually think you'd do it..."

"You little shit-!", Madi cuts Bakugou off and laughs. "Just walk around a bit."

His frown deepens as he begins walking on his hands and knees.

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"Ugh...I was getting tired of being in that damned thing!", Bakugou gripes.

"Katsu...you got a little something on your head.", Sunako snickers.

He looks at her and then feels on top of his head that he's forgotten about the cat ears headband and rips it off his head.

"Shitty thing...", he turns to the girls. "Now it's time for my payback!"

"What payback? You lost!", Sunako raises an eyebrow.

"You two thought making fun of me was fucking funny. Now we'll see who's really gonna be embarrassed.", he growled lowly.

"H-huh...?", both of the girls looked at each other.

"We'll do this. Both of you are gonna have 7 minutes to make out with me...one has to wait outside the room and the other gets my attention.", he demands, arms crossed.

"HUH!?"

"That's your payback!?"

"It's just this one time, though. I don't need Shitty Hair being in my ear about the shit."

"Um... excuse us.", Madi says, pulling Sunako out the room for a bit.

"Uh, what's going on with him!?", she whisper-yells.

"Hell if I know.", Sunako shrugs.

"B-but he's your BOYFRIEND! I'm not even attracted to him!"

"Just calm down. He said it was just this once.", Sunako smiles nervously, looking at the door.

"I'm not ready at all...", Madi says.

"I know. Just relax.", Sunako says.

"Babe, c'mere.", both girls froze hearing his voice.

"He's gonna murder me...", Sunako whispers.

"Good luck!", Madi whispers back, as Sunako walks inside.

Bakugou's leaning on the wall, arms crossed and watching Sunako with a playful glare. "Get over here."

Sunako walks over to him hesitantly, but gets pulled and pinned to the wall.

She looks at him with widened eyes as he smirks. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

She blushes with a pout. "Party pooper..."

"What was that? Speak up.", he whispers in her ear, making her freeze.

"N-nothing...it was nothing.", she says. He chuckles deeply and kisses her neck all the way up to her cheek, biting the shell of her ear, making her jolt.

"K-katsu...", she gets cut off with a deep kiss, as his calloused hands go lower.

She grips his shirt tightly, as he brings her closer, grinding against her.

He breaks the kiss, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting the both of them.

"B-baka...fine you're a good kisser."

He kisses her neck again, leaving a mark. "Damn straight."

He lets her go, not before giving a smack to her back side.

"Baka!", she leaves, and sticks her tongue out at him, making him smirk.

"You okay?", Madi asks her.

Sunako looks at her in embarrassment. "I'm okay."

"Mads, your turn.", Madi heard him from the room.

'Okay, I can do this. Just like he said, it's just this once.'

She walks inside, seeing him on the bed, beckoning her to walk over.

She does and he pulls her down on top of him. "B-bakugou!?"

"What happened to all the confidence earlier?", he asks, smirking, lowering his hand on her waist.

"Not so funny now, huh? After all, you made me wear that maid outfit, Madi.", he says, smirking.

"I-i..."

'This is too much...he said my nickname...and smiling!?'

"B-bakugou-"

"No. No talking. It's payback time.", and with that, he brings her in by the back of her head, and kisses her.

Madi grips his shirt tightly and slowly kisses back.

Bakugou places both his hands on her hips, bringing her closer and holds her tightly, making her whimper.

He grips her chin, making her legs shake and pulls away, both of them panting for air.

He pops her forehead with a flick, making her flinch and grab her head. "Why!?"

"Part of the payback. Get off.", he says and she does.

"Bakagou...", she mutters walking out, rubbing her forehead and making Sunako jump at her presence.

"It's over?", she asks.

"Yup.", Bakugou walks out and leans against his door. "Bet you idiots learned your lesson."

Sunako pouts. "Your payback sucks. You still lost."

He stands straight from his lean, and reaches to tackle her, but misses as she hides behind Madi.

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Requested by: @xartisticmdx

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@redriotkiri || reply to (xx)

Katsuki just stared deadpanned up at the other. Why was he friends with this dumbass again?! “Oi, it’s me, Shitty Hair!” He exclaimed, a hiss coming through with the words in place of a ‘yell’ that he would’ve done if he was human. Albeit he wasn’t sure if the words could even be understood at all.

[clavissionary-position]

Which human we talking? Jean is always available because he's a reliable little maroron whose only demon is himself. Mitsuki(Catsuki?) is less available because she's surrounded by 15 very attention-hungry kittens.

[kawaii-girl-101]

  These are my gifts for @barkugou-catsuki​ . I colored in these manga caps and wrote the piece below. The story was actually inspired by the drawing above, it was created by my friend. Merry Christmas, Adrian!  @bnhasecretsanta

Bakugou x Kirishima; 2,311 words

   Bakugou Katsuki was fuming. Bystanders could practically see the smoke blowing out of his ears. His hands flew to his neck, his fingers attempting to unlock the chain wrapped tightly around it. His efforts were in vain as the collar only seemed to get tighter. He let go briskly, curses flying out of his mouth. His gaze was suddenly directed towards the pro heroes arriving at the scene. Bakugou's hands clenched into fists, his molars grinding against each other. He wanted to go out there. He wanted--no, needed to fight and defeat that villain. Still, the shitty chain stood in his way. That's when he heard his voice.

   "Hey, Bakubro! Calm down, your movements are making it worse."

   Kirishima Eijirou.

   Shitty Hair.

   Hair-For-Brains.

   The idiot who Bakugou had fallen in love with. The imbecile who was too damn oblivious to notice.

   The sandy-haired male reluctantly looked his way, his eyes glued to the other end of the chain wrapped around the red-head's own neck.

   "Whaa!? Seriously, that's what happened?" Ashido couldn't contain the shock in her voice, her eyes wide. Kaminari scoffed before voicing his own thoughts.

   "Pfft, the villain's quirk chained you up to each other? How did that even happen?" Bakugou growled, tired of such stupid reactions from his equally stupid classmates.

   "Shut up, dunce. It was Shitty-Hair's fault. He got too close to me when I was going to attack." Kirishima sighed, not appreciating his friend's words. Sero decided to speak up.

   "So is it gonna go away or are you doomed to be with Bakugou forever?" The aggressive male was ready to retort when Kirishima beat him to it.

   "We're not sure. The doctor who looked over us said it could range from a few hours to a week, depending on how much we struggle against it." Bakugou didn't miss the glance the red-head threw his way. He looked away, colorful language spewing out of his lips.

   "So," Ashido spoke, hoping to ease the tension in the room.

   "What did Aizawa-sensei say? You can't participate in training exercises like this." Kirishima rubbed at his nape.

    "Well, he said we can sit on the sidelines if we want, but Bakugou says he doesn't want to fall behind. So... we're going to try and do our best." Sero sweatdropped.

   "Good luck with th--"

   "Wait! How do you guys use the restroom?" The group's ears perked up as Bakugou glared at the boy that resembled a particular Pokémon. Kirishima's cheeks flared up, nearly the same color as his hair.

   "We... um. We don't want to talk about that..."

   Kaminari howled in laughter. Meanwhile, Ashido's eyes shone with mischief, fully aware of her friend's crush on the explosive boy.

    "Bakugou, how are we sleepi--"

   "I'm taking my bed. You can lie on the floor, shithead. Don't fucking move and wake me up, unless you want to die."

   Ashido couldn't help but gasp when she saw the two troubled males approaching her.

   "Did you guys get any sleep!? You look like zombies."

   "He kept fuckin' moving."

   "I was asleep, I couldn't help it!" Kirishima let out a sigh, rubbing at his tired eyes.

   "You did warn me though. I guess it's fair." Just as the alien girl was about to speak once again, their teacher walked into the classroom.

   "Out in the field, now. Get your hero suits."

   After what seemed like years of changing, especially with Sero's and Kaminari's laughing, the couple of boys were ready to go. All Might appeared along with Aizawa, not before making his grand entrance of course.

   "Today, we'll test you on how you react when caring for a hostage in a crisis. You will be paired up, one of you playing the hero and the other playing the role of the victim. There will be two partnerships going at a time as to make this go quicker. Also, please do your best to stay in character!" The number one hero's voiced boomed throughout the wide area. He began listing off the names as the dark haired teacher pointed at the blond and red-head.

   "Kirishima, Bakugou. You two are obviously going to do this exercise together. Kirishima, you'll play the hero." The outgoing boy nodded.

   "This exercise will simulate the event after rescuing a hostage. It will take place in a maze that is built to look like a forest. We can't afford to go out of the school campus after what happened with the Pussycats." Aizawa looked around at every student, examining their faces as they visibly tensed.

   "To add pressure and make this more realistic, there will be robots that can detect sound and movement patrolling the area as you try to reach the entrance. These robots will have cameras attached. This is how we will get our footage, so try to stay out of their sight if you want a decent score." Midoriya raised his hand.

   "But sir, how are we supposed to find the entrance?"

   "Good question," All Might intervened.

   "Simply put, you will know you have almost reached it whenever you see a bright light illuminating from it."

   "Now, anymore questions?" Every student shook their head.

   "Alright then, let's go! Kirishima and Bakugou, as well as Asui and Uraraka will be the first to go."

   Bakugou wanted to fucking scream. He was stuck with his idiot of a crush, only a few feet apart due to the cursed chain literally bringing the two closer. He cursed, something along the lines of, "What a shitty situation." It was difficult enough to match each other's steps, but now they both had to have a level of stealth. Kirishima's occasional glances didn't do any better to the tension in the air either.

   "Bakugou, so where exactly are we heading?" He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

   "To the fucking entrance, where else would we be going?" The red-head's shoulders drooped.

   "Well, of course, but what are we going to do if one of those robots shows up?" Kirishima frowned as his question was only met with silence. He called out to his partner but received no response yet again. His hand reached out to touch the boy's shoulder. Bakugou flinched.

   "What's wrong?"

   "I heard something, I think one of those fuckers is nearby." While he was not lying about this, it was not entirely the reason as to why he had jumped when the red-head made physical contact with him. Nonetheless, he scanned the area surrounding them. His scarlet eyes widened when they made contact with another pair of glowing eyes.

   "Shit, we have to run." Their two pairs of legs were moving before they could think. Only, they were heading opposite directions. Bakugou let out a strangled noise as the chain pulled his neck back harshly.

   "The hell you doin', shithead!?"

   "We should go this way! I think I caught glimpse of a light. It's probably the entrance!"

   "It could be another shitty robot! Just shut up and follow me this way!" The light-haired boy continued walking his way, yanking at the chain.

   "S-Stop putting so much pressure on it, Bakugou! It's gonna make it worse!" It wasn't until that moment that the blond noticed the chain pulling the two together.

   They stood only about three feet apart, hindering their ability to move freely. The blond could only let out a  grunt of frustration when he heard a nearby bush rustle. Of course, another fucking robot. He wasted no time in grabbing the red-head by his collar and dragging him towards his preferred path. Kirishima complied, knowing he didn't have much of a choice at this point. Their legs moved as quick as they could until they reached an opening in a type of rock formation. This had to do for the time being. They practically hurled themselves into the cave when sounds from behind reached their ears.

   It was quiet for a good while, only the sounds of breathing filling the space between them. Bakugou's brow twitched. Kirishima's breath was hitting the back of his neck. A cool inhale. A warm exhale. He could feel his face burn up and he had the urge to blow up the redhead's attractive face. Wait, what? He shook his head, peering out of their hiding spot.

   "Let's go. We can outrun these bastards."

   "No, we should wait it out for a bit. Just to make sure they're gone." The blond turned to glare at his companion.

   "Hah? Who are you to be making the decisions?" Kirishima placed his arm on the other male's shoulder before speaking.

   "I was assigned to play the hero, so we should go with what I think is right. Do you want Aizawa-sensei to dock points off your grade for not staying in character?"

   Bakugou scoffed, pushing the red-head's hand away. The idiot was right. There was no way in hell he was going to admit it, though.

   "Fine. I might be going with what you say, but you don't have to be so close to me, shithead." Kirishima grinned.

   "Sorry, it just that we're kinda tied up to each other right now. Do you want to get in a more comfortable position for the time being?" The ash-blond flinched. This fucker wanted to get even closer? He was trying to give him a heart attack, wasn't he?

   "Tch, whatever." He could feel Kirishima's eyes on the back of his head.

   "So, is that a yes or..."

   "Take it however you want, dammit!" Bakugou internally slapped himself. He couldn't even say no, because in all honesty, it's not like he didn't want it.

   The two boys laid on the rocky ground, Kirishima slightly leaning against Bakugou.

   "We'll be leaving in a few minutes, so don't get too comfortable, shitty-hair." The usually cheerful male hummed in response, his eyes slowing shutting.

   "Y'know, you're pretty comfortable, for being such a rough guy." The blond kept his mouth shut as he narrowed his eyes.

   "By the way, why are you being so jumpy all of a sudden? I know you don't like people touching you, but it feels different..."

   No response.

   "Is it because of me?"

   Silence.

   "Do you really dislike me that much?"

   A huff of exasperation.

   "It's that isn't it? Or is it something else? You can tell me, you know. I'm your frie-"

   "It's just that, you dumb fuck! You're always there, and I don't understand why! Everyone is always scared off, but your shitty ass won't leave, no matter what." Kirishima opened his mouth, but Bakugou beat him to it as he snapped yet again.

   "Do you feel sorry for me or something? Well I don't need your fuckin' pity, you hear me!?" The red-head flinched, taken aback at how much emotion the blond was showing.

    "Bakugou..."

   "No, shut your mouth! I don't have the time of day to hear you come up with some shitty response!" As if he hadn't learned already, Bakugou pulled at the chain. Hard.

    "That hurts...! Bakugou, leave it!" Kirishima choked out desperately.

   "Keep your fucking distance! Don't you dare get any closer, or I swear I'll blow you to pieces!" The red-head reached for his collar as it continued to tighten. Both of their legs touched and before they knew it, Bakugou was holding Kirishima against him. Their noses nearly connected as they gazed into each other's eyes.

   "What a stupid-ass situation." The ash-blond huffed out, yet he knew he could only blame himself. For the first time in some time, it was completely quiet, almost eerily so. Kirishima looked off to the side, not daring to look into the other's pair.

   "Did you ever think that I stick with you because I like you?”  

   "Shut it. I'm trying to think of a plan out of this."

   Ignored.

   "Well, cause it is... You're super manly and have amazing qualities that nobody else seems to see, maybe not even yourself."

   "Maybe if I throw a rock, it'll distract those bastards, and I'll carry you back."

   "I'm glad you noticed that I'm here, but you didn't take it the way I wanted you to." He took a deep breath.

   "Sometimes... I think I might be in lo-love with y-you..." His voice wavered at the end, reducing to a whisper.

   No reaction.

   "Are you listening at all?" Kirishima frowned.

   "..."

   "Bakugou."

   Muttering to himself.

   "Bakugou."

   Nothing.

   "Katsuki!"

   Absolute silence, though he could've sworn he heard a sound of surprise rumble in his throat.

   "Katsuki... I know it's strange for me to call you this, but I needed to get your attention. I seriously think I-"

   "I heard you. You fucking love me. You're such a hopeless romantic, spewing out all that shit." Kirishima's face burned, the tips of his ears turning as red as his hair.

   "Did you mean all of it?"

   "Ar-Are you fine with it? The flustered male wheezed out.

   "Just answer the question, goddammit."

   "Yeah... I mean it." Kirishima closed his eyes, ready to be met with a rejection. How stupid could he be? He had assumed he wasn't listening, but of course, Bakugou was always attentive.

   "So you're always following me because you enjoy being around me, and not cause you feel like being some kind of hero to someone like me?"

   "Well, I'd love to be your hero, but I like you for you... I swear." The ash-blonde hummed.

   "D-Do you like me? I mean y-you can't leave me hanging, right?" Kirishima nervously chuckled as he fidgeted with his fingers. Bakugou let our an airy laugh.

   "You're not too annoying yourself, Shitty-Hair. Don't you dare tell those obnoxious fuckers back in class." The red-head felt his heart lighten as he wrapped his arms around his new lover.

    The chain fell to the ground with a loud thud.

   "So, how are we getting back? I'm pretty worn out, so I'm still up for that ride you offered."

   "Don't try your fuckin' luck."

                           ♥

[pokekinnections]

@yuuri-catsuki: I think I spelled your url right but I can't message you?? Tumblr won't let me?? But I'm a mimikkyuu who remembers Sun and Moon interacting and I'd love to talk so if you want can you hmu @ starburstdragon ? I don't remember much but I haven't talked to any pokekin I'm pretty sure and I'd love to be friends, even if we aren't canonmates! (starburstdragon is a sideblog btw so um yeah)

!!! @starburstdragon

( @yuuri-catsuki I am tagging you so you can see this!)

[lionheartkrbkzine]

Bakugou’s bed didn’t feel the same. It was too cold, too flat, too big. Fuckin’ quirk. After returning from the vet last night, all he ate was a can of tuna and some rice before tossing and turning until he fell into a restless daze. Every sound from outside the window sent waves of prickling shivers down his back, and he woke up more than once curled up outside the covers at the bottom of the bed.

Tucking his tail into a pair of sweatpants, he trudged into the living room, weaving past half-empty moving boxes. Kirishima’s voice filtered through the kitchen, soft as he spoke to someone on the phone.

“The vet said the effects could last anywhere from a few days, to a few weeks.” Kirishima paused, “Yessir, I’ll let him know.”

Mirko, then. Bakugou sighed, making a beeline for the couch. He didn’t want to deal with animal abuse so early in the morning. He stretched out, flexing the long planes of his back, rolling his shoulders and letting them drop, and curling his fingers in and out… in and out… 

“Hey, I just talked to Mirko,” Kirishima called from the kitchen. 

Bakugou grunted, continuing his stretches.

“She gave us the next three days off,” Kirishima’s voice grew louder as he stomped toward the living room, “She wants me to keep an eye on— Bakugou!”

He jumped, blinking his eyes open. Kirishima was staring past him, his mouth hanging open.

“What?!”

“Dude! What are you doing!?”

Bakugou looked down. His hands were gouged deep into the stuffing of the cushions, his new claws slicing through the upholstery like knives through warm butter. Tearing himself away from the seat of the couch, he rushed to stand.

“Why?!” Kirishima cried out loud and long.

A hot flash of anger ripped through Bakugou’s gut. He wheeled on his roommate — his partner, apparently. “I don’t know! Why don’t you check your little info packet, hah? It’s got everything you need to know about me now, doesn’t it?! It’s got the full-fucking-scoop on Catsuki and his soft, little ears!”

At least Kirishima had the sense to look guilty about the ears comment. “Bro, I’m sorry, but—” he looked down at the couch, rubbing the back of his neck “—we just bought this thing.”

“I know,” Bakugou sighed. He looked down at his hands. His nails were back to their normal blunt shape. “Wasn’t thinkin’. Just came outta me, I guess.”

“It’s fine, we’ll just get another one when this is over?”

He rolled his eyes. “Lemme see the folder.”

Sitting down on the undestroyed side of the couch, he and Kirishima went through every paper and pamphlet. Turns out he’d probably hate citrus now, so they had to replace the lemon-scented deodorizer in the bathroom. He might randomly get the urge to jump up on shit just to look down on people. That one wouldn’t feel all that different from normal — he’d just be scaling a lot more furniture. He couldn’t drink tea or coffee or beer or milk. He couldn’t eat raw eggs, raw fish, onions, or garlic. No sushi, tamago kake gohan, or oyakodon. He’d have to modify his mapo tofu recipe.

He groaned, slapping the folder down on the coffee table. As long as he didn’t cough up a hairball, he’d manage.

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“What the hell is that?”

“Tape!” Kirishima smiled up at him from behind the kitchen island.

Bakugou sat down on a barstool on the opposite side. “And you’re putting it all over the fucking counters?”

“I’m just taking some precautionary measures.” He ripped off a long stripe from the roll “I read in this article or whatever where this lady trained her cats to not jump on the counter by putting double sided tape down.” Battling with the tape, he wrapped it around his digits like a Chinese finger trap, sticking them together in a vice grip. He looked up at Bakugou with the tape dispenser dangling from his left thumb. “Just don’t want another couch incident, y’know?” 

Bakugou would slap him if he weren’t so goddamn cute. Why couldn’t Kirishima have gotten hit by the cat quirk? He’d take all this in stride; probably act like one of those friendly neighborhood cats that walks around greeting everyone and yelling until they got head-scritches. Bakugou just felt more tired and irritable than normal.

Watching his partner push away the tangled wad of tape from his fingers and attach flat-ish strips to more surfaces, he thought about what Kirishima would look like with ears and a tail. Would they be red or black? He’d look cute with cat ears.

Heat crept up Bakugou’s neck to his cheeks. Did… Did Kirishima think he looked… cute? With cat ears?

“Bakugou?”

A scarred hand covered his vision. It loomed closer until— 

“Your face is really red.” The back of Kirishima’s cool (if slightly sticky) hand trailed down his temple from his forehead to his cheek. “You feeling okay?”

“M’fine.” He didn’t move any closer, but he didn’t move away. This was normal, right? This was standard roommate-slash-partner-slash-partner and his catboy behavior. It was probably in the folder somewhere.

“Okay, I’m leaving to get some stuff from the store. I promised Mirko I’d check in with her too! Call me if you feel worse. You better not be lying, either!”

“Alright, get outta here!” Bakugou nudged Kirishima away with a headbutt to the chest. “I don’t need you to babysit me.”

Bakugou watched him slip on his Crocs and stuff his wallet in his pocket, imagining a fluffy red tail jutting out from his basketball shorts. His face flamed again.

Kirishima smiled and waved as he passed through the door. “I’ll be right back!”

Jumping off the barstool, Bakugou expected to land feet-first on the ground. Instead, he let out a loud yowl as the palms of his hands and balls of his feet peeled away from the counter with a sticky shlick. He glared at his now-tacky hands and resigned himself to a shower.

Lionheart’s Interactive KiriBaku Twitter Thread

Pro Heroes, Bed-Sharing, Fake Dating, Quirk Accident

Rating: T (for swearing & canon-typical violence)

At the end of each Twitter update was an overnight poll where our followers got to decide the direction of the plot or details about story elements!

Feel free to reply with your thoughts, predictions, or desires, and Head Mod ET and Social Media Mod Belle will do our best to incorporate your ideas! This is a thank you and a way for us all to collaborate together until application responses are sent out on April 5th.

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Three buildings were on fire, and it wasn’t Bakugou’s fault.

Blackened smokestacks billowed above the Tokyo cityscape as he and Kirishima raced toward the scene. Bakugou took to the skies while his partner swerved between sedans and work trucks parked bumper-to-bumper on the roadway. Bakugou’s boots skid on the rough gravel of rooftops as he blasted from one to the next, his scorching propellant warping the air behind him, leaving trails of Schlieren lines in his wake.

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[catsuki-talks-manga]

I want to make this very clear at the start of this blog: I 100% consider Parfait Girls to be a yuri. If not directly, then by subtext.

Ignoring the fact that official artwork has pretty strongly suggested Minori an extra-canon connection between her and a certain other girl (you all know who I'm talking about >:3), the story itself also has so many lines that suggest she is a closeted lesbian, and potentially trans as well.

And that is just Minori! I won't even start in on the ways the rest of the cast act way more gay for each other than actual gay people. I just want to make it very clear what camp I'm in on this.