#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.

[thokage-archive]

:0 klance for the ship ask thing?

please send me a ship and I will tell you

KLANCEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

who’s the cuddler:  Keith, but in a very lowkey way. He doesn’t make his desire to be constantly cuddling with Lance obvious, he kind of just slowly inches himself closer to lance on whatever bed or couch they’re on till their legs are intertwined or till he’s lowkey the little spoon. Lance doesn’t mention it, he’s kind of used to all his little siblings curling up to him whenever they were tired & their parents were at work. If anything he just finds it endearing & sort of slowly strokes Keith’s hair as he relaxes more because he knows his younger siblings always found it comforting. 

Keith’s love for cuddling doesn’t end with Lance though. Shiro was the first person he ever felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable around. But slowly over time Keith has grown close enough with each of the paladins that they are all well aware of his habit to just curl up like a cat next to the nearest one of them & k.o. after a particularly long or stressful mission. Hunk & Shiro are probably the only two he cuddles with anywhere close to as much as he cuddles with Lance.

who makes the bed: Neither, they’re both lazy as fuck teenage boys & could care less. Plus they’re always getting called out of bed at crazy fucking hours by Allura or Shiro to fight some gross galra bitches or something so yeah, neither. At the garrison, it was another story but only because they were forced to keep their rooms clean for daily inspections like at boot camp.  

who wakes up first: Keith, but more so out of habit from the garrison, it’s not something he really ever stopped doing once he got kicked out. He’s okay with it though because he doesn’t sleep a lot as it is and he likes watching the sunrise. He used to like taking his hoverbike out on mornings he woke up particularly early and watch the sun set fire to the desert landscape as it creeped up over the mountains. He would think about Shiro, his Dad, and where his mom might be or if she was even alive, and just kind of quietly mull things over & wonder how his life got to where it was.

who has the weird taste in music: Hmmmmm….. depends on what we’re defining as weird, but personally, I’m gonna say neither. Lance listens to a lot of reggaeton, early 2000s r&b and of course the bops & bangers of today (you bet your ass he’s gonna be happy as fuck when he gets to earth and sees how popular despacito and mi gente got because he was always made fun of by white demons at school for listening to Spanish music). 

Keith, however, is more of a 90s/early 2000s alt-rock/“emo”/indie music sorta guy, but like before emo was a thing. He listens to Radiohead, the killers, cage the elephant, green day, Tegan and Sara, smashing pumpkins (some 80s music like the Smiths, a-ha, the cure, talking heads, pixies, etc). While some of his fave more modern bands are the neighborhood, sir sly, bad suns, foster the people, and a little bit of pop-punk like the front bottoms, modern baseball, moose blood, FIDLAR, and tigers jaw. His playlist is like a moody aesthetic grunge playlist.

who is more protective: Lance, he can’t help it. It just comes naturally to him since he’s so fiercely protective over his siblings as it is. He always has Keith’s back in a battle (& vice versa of course) but he really goes that extra fucking mile. They are genuinely an unstoppable duo when they battle together, it impresses even Allura how well adapted they are to one another’s fighting style. They’re a lethal team. And you can also bet your ass that they are constantly sparing with one another (& with Shiro or Hunk for the extra challenge). 

who sings in the shower: Lance! He’s not a morning person but once he’s up he’s up, and he enjoys doing his morning routine. It keeps him grounded & is a calming methodical way for him to start his day. When he sleeps over in Keith’s room (or Keith in his) Keith always hears him singing something in the shower. He normally sings in Spanish & it really got Keith feeling some typa way because it’s just so so soooooo pretty. Lance singing in his first language just feels…. right, natural. He sounds so comfortable and at ease with himself by the way the words just seem to roll off his tongue & it’s easily the most confident he’s ever heard Lance, he probably thinks Keith can’t even hear him. But honestly, he could sing Keith to sleep every night & you would hear no complaints from Keith.

who cries during movies: Both! But they are far too proud to admit it. Pidge will see a tear rolling down either of their faces & make the biggest deal out of it in the world, announcing it to all the other paladins by shouting “OH MY GOD LANCE ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CRYING RIGHT NOW?! AHAHAA”

At which point Shiro will chime in with something along the lines of…

“Now Pidge it’s perfectly reasonable to cry in this situation, in fact, it’s healthy for him to be expressing his emotions with us so openly-” 

*cue lance screaming* “SHUT UP PIDGE, I am most definitely NOT crying” (he says as he rubs his eyes furiously) 

*now cue shiro looking into the camera like he’s on the office completely abandoning whatever speech he was about to give while pidge & lance scream at each other in the background*

who spends the most while out shopping: Lance, but only because skin care products are so goddamn expensive. Even in space, it seems he can’t get a decent moisturizer for less than 1,000 gac.

who kisses more roughly: Keith, that boy loves him a good ass Lancey Lance make out session & you legit cannot convince me otherwise. While Lance most certainly surprises Keith with little pecks on the lips or cheek, Keith is always the one initiating their makeout sessions & holy smokes talk about intense. Keith can’t help it, he holds on to Lance like he’s afraid he’s gonna slip away if he doesn’t. He’s not used to having nice things and he doesn’t exactly know whatever this thing is between him and Lance but he does know he’s not willing to let it slip away like everything else seems to in his life. He kisses Lance like he’s the only breathe of air he’ll get all day. Smashing his lips against Lance’s, desperately gripping at his waist, pressing their bodies together like the fate of the universe is at stake and the only thing that’ll save it is them holding onto each other. He leaves Lance gasping for air, but for Keith, every moment he spends away from Lance is when he feels like he’s suffocating. Kissing Lance is what he imagines a clear head feels like, kissing Lance is what it feels like to be on solid ground after floating around aimlessly in the clouds your whole life. Kissing Lance is like coming home after a long vacation and feeling the peace you had forgotten being at home brings. For Keith, its the only home he’s ever known. 

who is more dominate: Keith, he is a hot head at his very core & the idea of not being in control annoys him. But everything is a compromise in their relationship. They know when to pick their battles with each other & when it comes to piloting the lions, Lance is Keith’s right hand as always. He trusts Keith’s battle instincts & trusts him to lead Voltron. Now, however, that Keith is on mission with the blade, Lance finds himself questioning Shiro more and more. He finds himself thinking of ways out of their situation but unsure of himself and unable to voice his opinions. He wishes Keith were around… wishes for his unending encouragement of Lance. He knows what Keith would say if he was there… “don’t get so in your own head Lance, speak up. Say what you need to say. No one here is going to judge you, we trust you, we need you” he’d say that like it were the most obvious and truthful thing on earth or any other planet… and Lance would believe him. 

my rating of the ship from 1-10: (first can I apologize that the last two lowkey turned into Keith & Lance like one-shot stories lmao, peep that black paladin Lance content I’m fucking dying for) UM 12/10 A QUALITY FUCKING SHIP WOW. Pretty much the only ship I’m literally dying to see become canon. I think they have a very interesting dynamic & are a very plausible ship. I don’t really even ship anyone else in Voltron that much (aside from Hunay but even then Hunk & Shay lack content so RIP ME). 

THESE THINGS ARE SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, SEND ME MORE SHIPS!

[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.

[lostkrbkaccount]

Catsuki and Kittyshima

(Cat!hybrid AU)

------

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..

[it-goes-on]

Viktuuri AU I won’t write:

Viktor gets cursed by a witch to be a cat

He did not know witches were real. Or that humans could be cats. Why is he not an adorable poodle frolicking with his sweet makkachin??

But he is not with Makka. He is alone on some random street after a successful Grand Prix and he sort of forgets what country it even is because he is tired, existentially and physically.

Cats sleep So Much

So he’s slinking around alleys and hopping on fences and charming fish and chicken out of adoring citizens and hissing at other aggressive tomcats and he hears meowing

Pathetic meowing???

And there is this tiny cat in this soggy box in this back alley and he is shivering in the rain and oh so hungry and scared 🥺🥺🥺

Viktor is not a monster. He’s a dog person first and foremost but he’s not gonna ignore a baby cat in need!!

He brings the neighborhood’s offerings of chicken and salmon and tuna

The offerings … are accepted. With great caution.

Scaredy Cat and Viktor start to hang out. It’s not like he can abandon this objectively very cute kitty.

The cute kitty who … meows very insistently outside of a single hotel, and tries to steal someone’s cell phone at one point, and doesn’t seem to get the whole grooming yourself thing.

Viktor is starting to suspect that Adorable Scaredy Cat is maybe also a human? But that would be????

What are the chances of that?

(The chances are, it turns out, excellent, when the witch’s curse is based on true love, and Adorable Scaredy Cat is one Katsuki Yuuri)

At some point, Viktor looks at Adorable Scaredy Cat, and he's not in love. But he ... wants to be. Feels that bubbling need to talk, to know what he thinks, to hear him say something, anything. See what he thinks about Makkachin and skating and and and

The feeling sharpens him into a razor-edge of want, an ache for his life and a life built with someone and suddenly:

Katsuki Yuuri, who'd bombed at the Grand Prix, face lean with the season's diet and a hard week on the streets, eyes wide and so so confused, adorable. A little less startstruck than he was before he'd seen Viktor repeatedly lick his own balls.

(Yuri Plisetsky is SO mad when he finds out. Viktor is living Yuri’s dreams of being a cat, gets to witness the glory that is Catsuki Yuuri, and also has Katsuki Yuuri fall in love with him. Yuri has invented a new spectrum of jealousy.)

(Yuuri is honestly just excited to have opposable thumbs again when he gets turned back into a human. He’s too overwhelmed to process … all of Viktor throwing aggressive love in his direction just yet lmao)

[andypantsx3]

cover shot | 4 | bakugou x reader

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Fem Reader

length: 2.6k words / 4th of 6 chapters

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.

tags/warnings: model/celebrity AU, praise kink, aged up characters, eventual smut, AFAB & fem pronoun reader, implied lighter-skinned reader**

**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 do better! 

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.

[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.

[musemilitia]

@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.

[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

[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."

                           ♥

[pctulant-a-blog]

“Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, HOLY FUCKING SHIT, SHUT THE HELL UP!! You’re all talking at once and I can’t stand listening to this crap! And you take that furry shit and shove it, call me ‘catsuki’ one more time and I’ll destroy you!”

[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!)