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grenadehearts · 3 months ago
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boyfriend texts. e!kirishima smau
authors note: implied fem!reader, some suggestiveness 17+ this is part 2, part one here. also i tried making the smau longer so lmk what u guys think!! m.list. (woah how did these texts between me and my bf get out!?!?!)
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reblogs and comments are sososo appreciated its what keeps me motivated to do these aswell as write!
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syrecjh · 2 months ago
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︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹
Katsuki Bakugo had always been fire in human form—brash, explosive, impossible to ignore. But you, somehow, were the one who never flinched. While other kids cried or scurried off after one of his outbursts, you stood your ground. Sometimes, you even laughed.
“You done yelling, Kats?” you’d tease, a lollipop tucked between your teeth.
“Shut it,” he’d grumble, ears just a little pink.
It baffled others, how he let you call him that—Kats. He’d blow a fuse if anyone else dared. You and Izuku were the only ones he kept close (but it's just you honestly), like two calm orbits around a sun too hot to touch. Childhood was a triangle of scraped knees, comic books, and chasing dreams in alleys too narrow for the futures you dreamed of.
He was sharp-edged, proud, and always charging forward like he had something to prove. But with you? He slowed down. He listened. Not always with words, but in the way he'd wait for you after class, or how he'd carry your bag without asking when your arms were full. In the way he'd scowl when you called him Kacchan just to get under his skin—but he never really minded.
“You sound like that nerd, dumbass.”
“But I say it better. Kaaacchaaaan,” you’d sing, dodging his half-hearted swat.
You were inseparable (in your own point of view) —Bakugo, Midoriya, and You. A mismatched trio with your own rhythm. When Bakugo would get too rough, you'd pull him back. When Izuku would hesitate, you'd nudge him forward. And when you were unsure, Katsuki would glare at the world like it had offended you personally.
As you grew, things changed. Powers awakened. Dreams became goals. But something between the three of you stayed the same. That unspoken bond. That sacred space where Katsuki wasn’t a grenade ready to go off—he was just your Katsuki.
One rainy afternoon, as you sat on the rooftop of the dorms—legs dangling off the edge, silence sitting comfortably between you—he spoke.
“…You’re the only one who calls me that and gets away with it.”
“Kats?”
“Yeah.”
You smiled. “That’s because you chose me. Remember?”
He grunted. “Didn’t have much of a choice. You were always just there. Like a stubborn weed.”
“Aw, romantic.”
“Shut up.”
But his voice was softer than usual. Almost fond. And when the rain started falling, he didn’t get up. He just sat there with you—loud in every way, but quiet where it mattered.
︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶︶⊹
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levigarden999 · 23 days ago
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part 3 ✧˖°. dumb!bakugo x reader
⟡ part 1 here , part 2 here ⟡
⋆˚࿔ theme : bakugo comes over to help u with your quirk ₊˚⊹♡
⋆˚࿔ words : 2,7 k
⋆˚࿔ warnings : smut , +18 , fingering , f!orgasm , m!orgasm
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when you were finally done with your last class of the day, you immediately headed out and began to look for bakugo. you actually couldn’t believe you even had the courage to ask him to come over to your place. sure, you had the confidence to tease him, to make him blush and flustered – but this was a totally different thing. you would actually be spending time with him alone, in your damn home, without anybody else.
for a minute you were sure bakugo had just ran away from you since you couldn’t find him at his locker. however, to your surprise, he was already waiting for you at the main doors of the academy. he was wearing his usual school uniform, hands once again shoved deep inside of the pockets. a frown was plastered over his features, but that sight made you smirk by yourself. he was probably the only person in the world who looked damn adorable even as angry.
as you approached him, you felt nervous. your heart pounded against your ribs and butterflies did flips in your stomach. once he acknowledged your presence with turning his head to you, you felt a flash through your body. palms began to sweat, your cheeks blushed. it felt like those red eyes pierced straight to you.
”hey, kats” you waved at him, trying to appear normal. something about his body language stiffened, yet his eyes softened a little at the sight of you. you weren’t sure if that was even possible, but it seemed like it was.
”hi” bakugo replied gruffly, his posture a little slumped yet cocky.
you two stood there for a few seconds in silence, the anticipation and awkwardness enveloping you. how was it possible that you had been so confidently messing with him for the past few weeks, yet now you were a nervous wreck?
”do you live far aw-” katsuki began.
”i live near the scho-” you began.
you both began speaking at the same time. shit. both of you blushed. shit shit.
”i live near the school, just a few blocks away” you laughed awkwardly, a hand reaching to scratch your neck. maybe this was a mistake, maybe you two didn’t get along after all.
”okay. let’s go then” he simply said and turned around, already walking through the doors. you blinked a couple times before you rushed after him, to walk by his side.
it was a warm day outside with the trees blooming and birds singing, yet your walk to your apartment was silent. you had no idea what to say to him, or what to even have a conversation about with him. you realized that you didn’t even know bakugo that well – yes, you had been crushing on him like an idiot and you talked to him daily, but you realized now that he rarely ever talked about himself.
he talked about his accomplishments and boasted how he was going to be the best hero. but he never talked about his life. his thoughts, his opinions. his values, family, nothing. he was a rather closed off person, after all.
you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard loud laughing from behind you. kirishima passed you two with his bike and smacked bakugo’s head playfully, giving him a cheeky grin once he had passed him. you couldn’t help but smirk, realizing the indication behind his actions.
”bastard!” bakugo exclaimed after him, and for a moment you were sure he would run after him and blow his bike up or something, but he didn’t. he just blushed stupidly and grumbled some insults under his breath.
”you and kirishima seem to be close” you snickered, eyes staring up at him.
he shrugged and glanced down at you.
”he’s not awful. i tolerate him, i guess”
you chuckled and rolled your eyes.
”yet you called him a bastard a second ago” you teased back.
”i could’ve called him a million worse things. i was being nice” he shot back, a hint of playful sarcasm creeping into his tone as well. you laughed.
the rest of the walk went better, thanks to kirishima’s cheeky ass.
your apartment wasn’t the biggest, since you lived there alone and it had to be affordable. however it had everything necessary in there – a kitchen and a living room area together, and a seperate bathroom and bedroom. it was a student complex, but the design was surprisingly modern, which seemed to surprise bakugo as well.
”didn’t know you were a rich girl” he commented as he slipped his shoes off. bakugo’s eyes trailed over the minimalistic paintings on your walls and the plants that stood under your window.
”i’m not rich. this was pretty cheap since it was from a student housing company. i just got lucky i got this one, i guess” you explained while heading to the kitchen to prepare something to drink for you two.
”tch. whatever you say, rich girl” bakugo teased back. you glanced over at him and for a second you got distracted by his arms which were now crossed and bare because he had taken his school jacket off. the sleeves of his button up had been rolled up to his elbows, the muscles on his forearms almost too distracting. not to mention the cocky smirk he had on his face.
”shut up” you grumbled and blushed, before focusing back on the two mugs on the counter. ”you want tea, coffee or juice?” was your question, even though you knew the answer was coffee. he seemed to enjoy caffeine in his drinks, which in some weird way calmed him down.
”coffee, i guess”
you two settled on the couch, coffee cups in hands like some damn grown ups having a professional coffee date. bakugo sat down next to you, surprisingly close since the couch of yours wasn’t the biggest one. you felt the warmth radiating off from his body, and it made your pulse increase again.
”you needed help with your quirk?” he asked and shifted his position a little so he was facing you better. your thighs brushed against each other now, and it made warmth spread over your body immediately.
”yeah- well, i mean, not necessarily help, but maybe just some tips. our quirks are somewhat similar and you’re skilled at using your quirk during combat and fighting, so… maybe you could help me with that”
bakugo sipped his coffee, eyes stilll focused on you behind the cup. you swallowed.
”-like how to use my quirk better during actual fighting. i feel like it’s so hard to focus on your quirk while trying to dodge your opponent and attack back and everything” you continued, a hand reaching to nervously scratch your neck again.  
bakugo placed the cup down on the coffee table and leaned his elbows against his knees.
”well, if you want to master your quirk during combat, you need to actually know how to fight and use your body” he explained with a serious, gruff tone. ”and you’re a shitty fighter. like, real shitty”
you blinked, completely caught off guard by his honest words. bakugo was practically the most straight forward human being you had ever met, but somehow you were still surprised by his blunt critiscm.
”excuse me? i’m not a shitty fighter, dumbass!” you argued back, annoyance crossing your face now. he only smirked and raised an eyebrow, seemingly enjoying your irritation.
”oh yeah? then why did round cheeks knock you out with her bare hands?” he challenged.
you blushed and clenched your jaw, visibly remembering how a few weeks ago during practice uraraka k.o’d you in a matter of seconds.
”it’s because she learnt how to fight during her trainee ship. i can fight, it was a one time thing” you grumbled and crossed your arms defiantly.
”oh yeah? prove it then, rich girl”
you found yourself facing bakugo on your living room carpet, both of you in a combat position. you absolutely knew that bakugo was extremely skilled with using his body during fighting, so you weren’t even sure why you were trying to prove anything to him. maybe you just couldn’t handle the fact he was actually better than you.
you lunged forward and tried to grab his arm and twist it, but in a mere second you found yourself thumped against the carpet, face down, hands behind your back and bakugo’s knee gently against your lower back. with a yelp you turned your face to the side and frowned at him.
”fucking idiot. you were supposed to teach me, not to knock me out” you hissed. you weren’t actually hurt or anything, but it didn’t help how embarrassed you felt. bakugo was going easy on you, he was actually surprisingly gentle, as if he didn’t want to hurt you – yet you still lost to him in a second.
”i am teaching you, smartass” he grinned as he let you go and stepped back.
you dusted yourself off with a scoff, absolutely wanting to knock him out now.
soon you found yourself grabbing his shoulders, while he was grasping your forearms as a way to stop you from using your full strength on him. he was grinning the whole time, obviously thrilled about your playful fight and the fact he was better than you. however you were absolutely annoyed, and the fact you were using your full strength against him helplessly made you feel embarrassed. maybe you really needed his help.
with a swift movement, you attempted to shove him back, but instead he suddenly grabbed your wrists and pushed you against the wall.
suddenly, you felt how you were at his mercy. pinned against the wall by his strong, muscular arms with no way out. his eyes pierced through your face, his pretty lips slightly agape and out of breath from the fighting. a sense of hotness flushed through your abdomen at the suddenly very intimate and sensual situation you were in with him. bakugo didn’t move back and you said nothing to stop him.
bakugo seemed to think the exact same thing as you did, because after a few seconds, you felt his lips crash against yours. those few intimate seconds had grown the anticipation and tension between the two of you to a whole new level, and it seemed like all the feelings you both felt were about to explode and spill everywhere.
the kisses you shared weren’t even kisses. it was an embodiment of pure need, pure lust and pent up feelings.
tongues twisting, teeth scraping and mouths devouring, as if you two were having the most delicious meals of your lives. and you were.
bakugo pushed his body against yours, his grip on your wrists not loosening one bit as his tongue sunk deeper into your mouth with greedy movements of his wet lips and mouth.
you whimpered at the feeling of his firm chest against your plush one, the hotness of his body nearly sending you to an another dimension.
bakugo pressed his crotch against your thigh, and to your surprise, you felt how fucking rock hard he was. the kiss had lasted, what, ten seconds? was he this pent up for you, really?
eventually he pulled back, a trail of drool dripping down his chin from his soaked and swollen lips. he was panting softly, eyes hazed with lust and cheeks flushed.
”you look fucking hot” he breathed, finally releasing your wrists but instead placing his palm to hold your cheek. you swallowed, completely unable to answer him with how excited you were feeling. you pressed your thighs together, the wetness in your panties already probably visible through the fabric.
you weren’t able to hide your arousal long though, because bakugo shoved his leg between yours and spread them apart, a hand reaching under your skirt. you choked on a breath, a small whine escaping your lips.
”is this alright?” he panted gruffly, lips hovering over your ears and teeth nibbling on your earlobe. you nodded frantically, the pulsing of your pussy revealing how desperately you were needing release. ”y-yes”
without further questions, he pushed his hand into your panties, thick and warm fingers sucked in by your soaked folds. you gasped, not realizing how fucking sensitive you were. the mere touch of his hand made you squeeze your legs together, again.
”nuh-uh” he murmured, with his other arm taking a hold of your thigh under your knee and holding your leg up with ease. fuck.
with a few strokes of his fingers between your folds, he had gathered enough juices to sloppily rub and circle around your clit. you let out a shuddered whine, your mind already swirling from his touch on your oversensitive nub. it felt like every single nerve on your clit was just screaming for touch, for satisfaction and pleasure, begging him to make you cum as soon as possible.
”fuckin’ wet pussy. sweet” he kissed your neck now, hot breath on your skin making your eyes roll back.
bakugo began to rub your clit now, two fingers rubbing effortlessly and hard. you knew you wouldn’t last long, there was just no way. you felt how swollen your clit was, how your cunt was dripping from arousal and clenching around nothing.
”f-fuck, kats” you whined, not being able to say anything else. the grip on your thigh tightened and he grunted against your neck, obviously turned on by your pleasure from the way his cock was twitching against your thigh.
he did a few more lazy circles on your clit before he moved his hand, two fingers easily sucked in by your wet, dripping entrance. bakugo fucking chuckled at the sensation, while you moaned softly and tried to shift your hips. he curled his fingers inside of you, forcing another choked whine from your throat.
”your pussy’s already squeezing my fingers” he chuckled and leaned back a little, a fucking cocky look on his dumb face. he probably relished in the way you were a desperate, panting mess against the wall because of him.
he began to pump his fingers inside of you, fingers curling rhythmically and rubbing against the most sensitive spot in your soft walls. it made your hips and legs shiver, teeth biting your lower lip and eyebrows arching in need.
he slipped his fingers out again and focused back on your clit, fast and nimbly rubbing your nub again. you moaned louder now, an explosion of pure pleasure beginning to form in your abdomen.
”fuck! yes, katsuki- feels so good” you whined. bakugo fastened his pace, and looked down at you with those sexy half-lidded eyes of his. you felt him slowly grinding against your thigh, cock rock hard and pulsing even through the fabric of his pants.
”good fucking girl, cum on my fingers” he rasped and slipped his fingers back in, a few final strokes against your g spot. it did the thing for you, because an aggressive, nearly violent wave of an orgasm crashed through your body, nearly making you fall on the floor. a loud whine left your throat, lewd whimpers and moans of his name falling from your swollen lips as you came undone.
your pussy squeezed around his fingers, white juices covering them and even dripping down his hand. the feeling and the lewd sight forced a louder groan out of him.
you were shivering and panting, mind dizzy and dumb from his mere fingers as you came down from your high. you barely managed to stand on your legs as he let your thigh finally go, and you had to hold him by the shoulders for balance.
however, as you looked up at his face again, he was red as a tomato and looking embarrassed rather than aroused or pleased with himself. for a second, you panicked you had done something wrong.
”what? did i do something?” you quickly asked, still panting slightly.
”no, i- um” he began to grumble, a hand rubbing his scalp obviously in embarrassment. he looked down, not on the floor, but himself.
you arched your eyebrows in confusion and followed his gaze, only to notice a wet, sticky stain on the front of his crotch.
you blinked before you realized what was going on – he had cummed in his pants from the mere sight and sounds of you cumming.
you snickered breathlessly.
it seemed like katsuki liked to help people after all.
this was the final part ᰔ i enjoyed writing this series more than i expected , so i'm happy to write stuff like this in the future as well ᰔ
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abvsz · 26 days ago
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somebody new.ೃ࿐prohero!katsukixmom!reader
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summary- Dynamight saved your life but he couldn’t seem to get your picture out his mind. Either can you, until he saw you and your 2 year old at a cafe near by his apartment.
a/n; kind of sad in the beginning so sorry and REALLY BAD IM SORRY I HAVE TO STEP IT UP😣
masterlist!
chapter 1
There you are. Cold. Rainy. And Gloomy. He only took a glimpse at you in the air. You’re on the ground unlike him. He could barely even see you anyways so he doesn’t think about it. But why would he pay attention to you? Why would you pay attention to him? He’s busy, you’re busy. But it’s different this time. It’s cold, rainy, and gloomy. Lips pale while your little boy is playing with his nanny warm in a big nice blanket. But you’re cold. Wall only supporting your head down to your back. You can’t see anything. Oh. Well you can for a bit. The men who took off your clothes in the freezing cold, walking away slowly. Maybe to get something? Or, i hope, to get in a car and drive away far from here? Phone ringing in the rain. All you can think about is your boy. Izumi. You can hear footsteps. Oh no, you think. Are they going to drug me again? Are they going to hit, and punch me again? Or is it.. someone else? You try to open your eyes, really hard.
“shit you’re freezing, it’s okay, I got you.”
warm.. so.. warm? Rough pads of someone’s fingers pick you up. You’re wearing clothes again.. you think.. he’s just so.. warm.. you open your eyes to look at him. You don’t recognize him, or know him. Your eyes flutter shut leaving to the warm hands you were in.
You gasp for air, like you haven’t in years. Eyes wide open, but you’re in a hospital? You were hoping what happened was a dream. It felt like it.
The hospital light hums above you, cold and clinical. You're awake, but the world still feels distant. You don’t remember how you got here—only the rain, the pain, the fear—and then a voice. A voice that pulled you from the edge.
“It’s okay, I got you.” Keeps repeating in your mind like a throb.
And warmth. A kind of warmth that didn’t feel real. Not like the sun, but like protection. Like safety.
You try to ask the nurse who brought you in, but they only offer vague answers: A pro hero found you. You were lucky. That’s all they’ll say.
But he’s gone. No name. Just a silent ghost in your memory.
Across town, Bakugou leans against the glass window of his apartment, scowling at the rain. Again. The same kind of night he found you.
He tells himself he’s imagining things. That the flash of your face—half-frozen, eyes dazed—isn’t burned into his skull. That he didn’t check the café twice this week. That he didn’t ask his agency if they knew your name.
He did, of course. And they didn’t.
No report filed. No ID on record. No thanks left behind.
Bakugou clenches his jaw. He should forget about you. He should let it go. People are saved every day. That’s the job.
But he can’t shake it—the image of your pale lips, the way your body went limp in his arms, how you gasped like you hadn’t breathed in years.
That wasn’t just a job.
He doesn’t know your name. You don’t know his face. But something is pulling the thread tighter.
And he’s not sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want to find you.
Your hands shake even under the hospital blanket. Not from the cold—it’s long gone now—but from something else. Something that settled in your bones and won’t leave. The nurse says you’re stable, that the IV will help, that you’ll need rest. You nod like you’re listening. But all you can hear is that voice.
“It’s okay, I got you.”
Not the voice of a stranger. Not anymore. You cling to the sound like a rope keeping you tethered. And you wonder—how long did he carry you? Did he look away when they found you like that, bruised and broken and stripped of everything but shame? Did he look at you at all?
You want to believe he did. You want to believe there was kindness behind those words. Protection. Because for a moment—just a second—you felt safe.
You press your palm to your lips. They don’t tremble anymore, but they’re still pale. The nurse catches your gaze again.
“Do you remember anything?” she asks gently.
You swallow. Nod. Then lie. “Not much.”
Because what would you even say? That someone warm found you in the rain, and you don’t even know what he looks like?
You trace the word hero in your mind. Could’ve been anyone. But your gut says otherwise. Whoever he was, he didn’t just pass by. He stayed. You remember his grip. Steady. Strong. Gentle.
Some part of you wants to find him. Not for answers. Not for closure. But because something inside you won’t rest until you do.
Across town, Bakugou hasn’t moved from the window in hours.
He doesn’t notice the sweat cooling on his skin after his evening training. Doesn’t notice the missed call from Kirishima. Doesn’t notice the tea on the table gone cold.
What he does notice is that every time it rains, he looks out the window. Every damn time.
He tells himself it’s just instinct—heroes are trained to watch, to listen, to stay on alert. But he knows that’s a load of crap. He’s not just watching the city. He’s waiting for a ghost.
You.
He’s tried to rationalize it. Maybe it was trauma talking. Maybe it was just the adrenaline. Maybe he was just doing his job. But nothing about that night felt routine. Nothing about you felt forgettable.
Bakugou isn’t good with delicate things. He never has been. He breaks things by accident just by being too much. Too loud, too harsh, too honest.
But when he touched you, when he lifted your body out of the mud and filth and hell—he was careful.
You were so light. Too light. Your breath barely there.
He’s haunted by the way you blinked up at him—once—and then passed out like your soul had given up. Something about that one blink undid something in him.
He doesn’t even know your name, but it’s like you’ve taken up permanent residence in his mind. Like the rain, like the cold, like the nights where sleep doesn’t come.
Bakugou finally pulls away from the window, grabs his jacket. Not because he knows where he’s going.
But because he has to go.
He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, but he knows it when he feels it.
And he felt you.
It’s been weeks since the hospital. Your body’s healing faster than your mind, but your son—Izumi—is too young to see the fractures still stitched across your thoughts. He just knows Mama holds him a little tighter now. That she’s always watching the door.
But today is different.
It’s the first time you’ve taken him to the little corner café by the bookstore. The one with the honey-colored lighting and old jazz humming low through the speakers. It’s quiet. Safe. You’re tucked into the corner booth, Izumi coloring with fat crayons while you sip lukewarm coffee like it’s some kind of anchor.
You’re trying. That has to count for something.
You do your research on this hero and find out who he is, Katsuki Bakugo-Pro Hero Dynamight, you know it’s him, you can feel it in your heart.
The bell over the door rings.
You glance up out of habit—and freeze.
It’s him.
You know it’s him. You’d only seen his face for a moment, through slitted eyes and pain-thick haze, but there’s no mistaking that energy. That presence.
Tall, broad shoulders visible in his dark hero costume, heavy boots drag through the cafe. Blonde hair spiked and wind-swept from the weather. A sharp gaze that flickers across the café, lands on you for a heartbeat—
And skips past like he doesn’t know you.
Your breath catches.
He walks to the counter like nothing happened. Like you’re not there.
But you saw it. The pause. The flicker in his eyes. He recognized you. You’re sure of it.
Izumi tugs your sleeve. “Mama, you okay?”
You nod, blinking fast. “Yeah, baby. I’m fine.”
But you’re not. Because now your heart is racing in that same frantic rhythm it did in the rain. Not from fear. From something else.
He orders something black, no sugar. Sits across the café, back to the wall. Not facing you—but not not facing you either.
And then he leaves.
He comes again the next day.
Doesn’t say a word. Just walks in, orders, stays for twenty minutes, and leaves. Sometimes he glances over when he thinks you’re not looking. Never when your son’s watching.
You don’t know what you’re expecting. For him to walk over and say something? Anything?
But he never does. Not with Izumi there. Like he’s waiting for the right moment. Or maybe he thinks you don’t remember him. Maybe he’s protecting you by keeping the distance.
You start going to the café more. Not because you’re hoping. At least, that’s what you tell yourself.
But you always sit in the same booth. And your eyes always flick to the door when the bell rings.
And Bakugou? He keeps showing up.
Same time. Same drink. Same silence.
And yet, something keeps growing in the quiet between you—something fragile and electric.
Until one day, Izumi’s home sick. You almost don’t go, but something in you says: today.
You walk in alone.
He’s already there.
And this time, when he looks up—
He doesn’t look away.
The café is quieter than usual.
Rain slips down the windows in steady trails, and the jazz playing overhead sounds softer today, more distant. You’re alone. No crayon marks on the table, no tiny voice asking for another cookie. Just your coffee, cooling in your hands.
You don’t even look up when the bell chimes.
You already know it’s him.
Footsteps pause. You can feel it like a shift in pressure.
And then—
He walks toward you.
You glance up, breath caught somewhere between your chest and your throat.
He stands at the edge of your table, fingers tapping against his coffee cup. Jaw tense. Eyes locked on yours.
For a second, neither of you speak. Just… watch each other.
Then, quietly—like he doesn’t want to startle you—he says,
“You remember me.”
You nod. “I do.”
He exhales, like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.
“Your kid,” he says, clearing his throat. “Didn’t wanna bother you when he was around. Figured you’d—” he stops, clicks his tongue, looks away, “—didn’t wanna make shit weird.”
You give a small smile. It doesn’t quite reach your eyes, but it’s real. “You didn’t. You don’t.”
Bakugou hesitates. Then pulls out the chair across from you.
“Can I—?”
You nod again. “Yeah. Please.”
He sits down slowly, careful in a way that doesn’t fit the reputation you’ve heard of him. Like he’s not used to doing this. Like maybe this is harder for him than charging into a fight.
“I tried to find you,” you admit, voice low. “I didn’t even know your name. Just your voice.”
He shifts, glances out the window. “Didn’t leave it. Wasn’t thinkin’. Just… saw you there and—fuck, you were barely breathing.”
You lower your gaze. That night lives under your skin like frostbite. But his voice—hearing it now, real and close and steady—melts some part of it.
“You saved me,” you whisper. “You didn’t have to.”
He looks back at you, and this time, there’s nothing guarded in his expression.
“I wanted to.”
The silence stretches, but it’s not heavy. Not this time. It’s warm. Familiar.
You toy with the rim of your mug. “You never came over before. Why now?”
His hands flex on the table. “Didn’t want to scare you off. Figured… maybe you didn’t wanna see my face. Not after what happened.”
You look at him, really look. He’s not the same kind of warm you remember. That warmth was emergency. This one is steadier. Like heat in winter.
“I did want to see you,” you say honestly.
His eyes soften, just a little. The hard edges don’t vanish—but they ease.
“…You got a name?” he asks, rough but not unkind.
You smile for real this time. “Yeah. It’s y/n.”
He nods, like he’s memorizing it.
“I’m Bakugou.”
“I know.”
Of course you do.
He smirks faintly, a hint of relief in it. Like maybe this doesn’t have to be so hard.
And for the first time, the weight of that night doesn’t feel quite so heavy.
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mindless-existence1 · 3 months ago
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Bakugo Headcannon
Kinda suggestive...maybe idk it's about flirting
☆ So like in my mind he's cocky right? And that means flirty.
☆ when he's in a relationship he flirts and that's all well and good because mainly it's tweasing.
☆ it's only well and good when you get flustered and elbow him in the side or smth
☆ but the second you even slightly flirt back his ears are turning red and his face is getting hot
☆ the first time you said an innuendo about him when he was in him hero costume he couldn't look you in the eyes the rest of class.
☆ you'd think he get used to it but you don't do it often enough for him to get used to it
☆ randomly you'll flirt back and he turns into a flustered mess.
☆ of course you know this but he will deny the fact be gets flustered till the day he dies
☆ no matter how much he deny he can't stop his face from turning a deep shade of red and his voice getting a bit shaky or the way he avoids eye contact the rest of the day
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uasyndrome · 19 days ago
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Red Tape & Red Cheeks
PRO HERO! Bakugou x ASISTANT! Reader
warnings: none
The agency lobby buzzed with life—sidekicks reporting in, radios crackling with mission updates, and somewhere in the distance, a vending machine suffering Bakugou’s wrath for giving him a diet drink.
You adjusted the stack of documents in your arms and sighed. Working as Bakugou’s assistant wasn’t easy—but it was never dull.
“Oi! Dumbass!” His voice cut through the hallway like a grenade blast.
Speak of the devil.
You turned, already bracing yourself, and nearly crashed into him.
“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” he grunted, taking a folder from the top of your stack without asking.
“I was walking straight until your yelling made me flinch, Dynamight,” you replied coolly, stepping around him.
His crimson eyes flicked down, taking in your tight black slacks and neatly rolled sleeves. You didn’t miss the quick scan. He clicked his tongue.
“You’re dressed like you own the place.”
“I run the place. You just punch things.”
Behind him, Kirishima wheezed out a laugh. “Bro, she got you good.”
Bakugou shot him a death glare. “Shut it, shitty hair.”
But Kirishima only grinned wider and tossed an arm around your shoulders like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You’d make a great hero, y’know. You keep this guy from burning down the whole agency.”
You smirked. “Someone’s gotta save the city from him.”
Bakugou’s jaw flexed, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. You felt it—the way the air shifted slightly around him, not explosive, but charged. He turned away without another word.
You followed him into the main office, the door swinging shut behind you with a soft click. The quiet was sudden. Heavy.
His desk was a mess of mission reports, cracked coffee mugs, and protein bar wrappers. You started tidying instinctively.
“I didn’t ask you to clean,” he muttered, eyeing you from where he leaned against the window.
“You never ask. You just grunt.”
“…Tch.”
A beat passed.
He didn’t move. Neither did you.
The sunlight slanted through the window, casting gold onto his arms, the tight sleeves of his hero costume rolled to his elbows. His gauntlets were off, and his palms were scarred, worn. He looked tired in a way that made your chest ache.
“Long mission?” you asked gently.
“Annoying.” He exhaled. “Got back-to-back patrols.”
You slid a new schedule across his desk. “I cleared your Friday night. Figured you might want the evening off.”
His gaze met yours—quick, sharp. “You do that?”
You shrugged. “You’ll thank me when you’re not passing out mid-fight.”
He stared for a second longer. Then said, quietly, “Thanks.”
You blinked.
That wasn’t sarcasm. That was real.
The rarest of Bakugou species: Gratitude.
You smiled before you could stop yourself. “Wow. You sure you’re not running a fever?”
He scowled. “Don’t ruin it.”
But the edge in his voice was softer. Playful. Almost flirty.
You turned toward the door, flustered, heart thudding in a way it really shouldn’t.
“Lemme know if you need anything else,” you said over your shoulder, voice a bit too light.
“I do,” he said.
You paused, hand on the door handle. “Yeah?”
He looked like he was debating something. Something real.
But then—
“Nah. Just forget it.”
You rolled your eyes. “Classic.”
And then you were gone, leaving Bakugou standing alone in his sunlit office.
Later that evening…
Bakugou leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded.
Kirishima flopped onto the couch beside him, tossing a can of soda onto the table.
“So. When you gonna tell her?”
Bakugou’s gaze didn’t waver. “Tell who what?”
Kirishima laughed. “Don’t play dumb. You practically growl at any dude who looks at her.”
Bakugou exhaled slowly. “She’s my assistant.”
“And?”
Bakugou didn’t answer.
In his head, he saw you again—striding across the office in that fitted uniform, mouth quick with comebacks, eyes that never flinched from his fire. He thought about the way you laughed when Kirishima teased him, how your hair looked tucked behind your ear, how your fingers brushed his when you handed him files.
You were hot.
Smart. Capable. A pain in his ass. And… irreplaceable.
Yeah, he wanted to ask you out. Had for months.
But he didn’t know how to do it without fucking it up. Without making it weird. Without losing the one person who handled him without fear or hesitation.
So he stayed quiet.
“Whatever,” he muttered, voice low.
Kirishima gave him a knowing look but let it go.
Bakugou stared at the office door where you’d walked out hours ago.
He’d never say it—but it was your smile that stayed burned behind his eyes long after the mission reports faded.
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ashthesalamipiece · 2 months ago
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Omg I am obsessed with your writing on dad bakugo
If u aren't busy can u please make one where bakugos son who is like 10 month old and the entire class 1A comes to visit them
And when the baby was on debut hand he just for fun says the baby to repeat deku and the baby actually does it
I just think katsuii would be mortified and the entire class plus reader would be howling :)
Enjoy!♡
"His First Word Was WHAT?!"
The living room was unusually spotless — a rarity in a household with a ten-month-old. Toys were shoved in baskets, a baby blanket folded neatly on the couch, and there was only one suspicious stain on the floor that had been successfully hidden under a throw rug. You’d even managed to put the baby in one of the “presentable” onesies — the navy blue one with tiny dynamite patterns on it. Katsuki pretended he didn’t love that outfit, but you knew better.
“I still don’t get why you invited the whole damn class,” Katsuki grumbled, bouncing your son gently on his hip while you checked on the snacks.
You shot him a smirk. “Because they’re our friends. And they’ve all been dying to meet their godson-slash-chaos-incarnate.”
“He’s not chaotic.”
As if on cue, your son grabbed a fistful of Katsuki’s hair and tugged with surprising strength.
“—OW! Dammit—okay, maybe a little chaotic.”
The doorbell rang before Katsuki could argue further.
And then the chaos truly began.
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Enter Class 1-A
Uraraka and Mina were the first ones through the door, immediately cooing at the baby. “He looks just like Bakugo,” Mina said, grinning. “But, like, with less explosions and more cheeks!”
“Can I hold him?!” Kaminari asked eagerly, practically vibrating with excitement.
You laughed and passed your son off carefully. “Support his head—he likes to flail.”
Kirishima came in right after, holding a stuffed bear that looked suspiciously handmade. “Thought he’d like something bite-proof. Just in case he takes after his old man.”
One by one, the rest of Class 1-A filtered in. Sero, Iida, Jirou, even Todoroki, who held out a wrapped gift silently and mumbled something about “thermal regulating onesies.” Aizawa showed up just long enough to confirm the baby hadn’t inherited Bakugo’s volume level, gave a slow approving nod, and vanished back into whatever teacher dimension he lived in.
And then came him.
Izuku Midoriya.
He entered with his usual sheepish smile, carrying a gift bag with both practical baby supplies and a collector’s edition All Might rattle.
Katsuki immediately bristled.
“Don’t corrupt him,” he barked.
Midoriya blinked. “Kacchan, he’s ten months old. I just brought diapers.”
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The Moment
The room was lively, full of laughter, the smell of snacks, and the soft babble of a baby passed from arm to arm like the world’s most adored football. Your son was loving the attention — squealing, clapping, drooling all over Kaminari’s hoodie — a certified hit.
Eventually, the baby landed in Midoriya’s lap.
Midoriya grinned nervously and looked around. “Should I—uh, try talking to him?”
Bakugo, now sulking in a corner with arms crossed, muttered, “If he explodes, it’s your fault.”
Everyone laughed.
Midoriya leaned in playfully, face animated. “Hey, buddy. Can you say Deku?”
It was clearly meant as a joke — a jab at Katsuki more than anything else. Half the room chuckled.
Then the baby paused.
Mouth slightly open. Brows furrowed.
“D’ku!”
Silence. Absolute, pin-drop, soul-crushing silence.
Katsuki sat up so fast his chair scraped the floor.
“…What.”
“D’ku!” the baby repeated, louder this time, with a gurgly giggle.
The room erupted.
Mina shrieked. Kaminari collapsed onto the floor, wheezing. Iida was trying to hold back laughter behind his hand with absolutely no success. Jirou had her phone out already, recording. Even Todoroki let out a small “Huh,” which was basically a roar from him.
“OH MY GOD,” Kirishima howled. “Bro. BRO. His first word was Deku! That’s poetic!”
Bakugo looked physically pained. “No. No it wasn’t. He says other stuff. He said boom yesterday.”
“Nope,” you said, crying from laughter. “That was a fart, babe.”
“D’KU!” the baby yelled again, clapping his chubby hands like he’d just won an award.
Midoriya, who was both honored and horrified, stammered, “I-I didn’t mean to—Kacchan, I swear—!”
“You corrupted my bloodline,” Katsuki said darkly, snatching the baby back as the rest of the class screamed with laughter. “I’m changing his name. I’m moving. We’re going underground.”
“Can we get that on a shirt?” Mina asked. “Like—'First Word: Deku. Son of Bakugo.' We could make it merch.”
Katsuki looked like he wanted to melt into the couch. The baby poked his cheek and whispered one final, devastating “D’ku…”
“…He’s grounded.”
“He’s not even one.”
“GROUNDED.”
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Later That Night
After the crowd dispersed and the baby finally fell asleep in your arms, you found Katsuki sulking on the bed, still muttering angrily to himself.
You sat beside him, gently brushing back his hair. “He’s just a baby, you know. He’ll probably say ‘Boom’ tomorrow.”
“…I wanted his first word to be something cool. Like ‘boom’ or ‘die.’ Not Deku.”
You tried to hold back a grin. “Well, now you’ve got a story for life. ‘My son’s first word was the name of my childhood rival-slash-trauma-point.’”
Bakugo groaned and flopped onto the mattress. “I’m never living this down.”
You kissed his cheek. “Nope. And neither is he.”
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The next family group chat notification:
Kirishima sent a photo: Baby grinning with “D’ku” written in foam letters on his bib.
Kaminari: “Made this. You’re welcome.”
Mina: “MERCH DROP WHEN??”
Katsuki has left the group.
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dekustowel · 3 months ago
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[chapter 16: the one with the moon and the stars]
synopsis - in light of a major controversy that causes his fan support to dwindle significantly, katsuki bakugou is forced to do anything possible to garner back the affection of his fans before the announcement of the year's hero rankings. katsuki has two options: either "date" japan's most-adored social media star, in hopes of her amazing reputation bringing up his, or kiss that #1 spot goodbye. it's a no-brainer what he chooses. and it shouldn't matter at all, right? it's a fake relationship. nothing more, nothing less.
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BAM!
you peeked over the edge of your book, your eyes flickering across the dimly lit space of your bedroom.
now, you’re no stranger to the odd sounds of the night. living in the same apartment complex as pro heroes meant that midnight disturbances were practically a given. heavy workboots dragging, doors slamming, and the occasional crash from someone too exhausted to make it to their bed in time. this little noise you heard? hardly unusual.
so, it was strange when you didn't go back to reading your book. it was even stranger when you put it down. and even more so when you pulled on a hoodie and slipped quietly out of your bed, walking past your cellphone and out the door.
you were being irrational; you knew that. who was stupid enough to break into an apartment complex majorly lived in, by pro heroes? lived in by you. no one. you're being silly.
so, why are you still moving?
you moved silently through your sprawling penthouse, each step more careful and calculated than the last. the glow from the moon filtered in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, shifting shadows across the sleek interior. you hadn’t the slightest clue why you'd gotten out of bed; nothing was in your house!
and yet you walked on.
descending the grand staircase, you scanned the open space below. nothing. as aspected. no sign of movement, no lingering presence; just the quiet hum of simple existence.
you exhaled, feeling a little ridiculous for letting your imagination get the best of you. you turned yourself back around to head back up the steps, but before you could pick up your leg, a deep voice cut through the stillness, reminding you exactly why you always trust your gut.
"nice place.”
the words sent a bolt of adrenaline through you, your instincts kicking in before your mind could catch up. immediately, your hands were up, your quirk flaring to life as you locked onto the intruder, pinning them in place before they could make another sound.
you stood frozen for a moment, breath shallow, arms trembling from the sheer force you were using to keep your intruder restrained. the effort burned into your muscles, but you refused to waver. your eyes locked onto the figure before you; tall, imposing, and standing just a few feet away.
you swallowed hard, mustering anything resembling courage that you had left in you.
“lights,” you managed to squeak out.
at your command, the penthouse was instantly bathed in white light, illuminating the space and the unfortunate son of a bitch standing in it.
as your eyes adjusted to the sudden influx of light, your resolve, if there was even one to speak of to begin with, wavered immediately. blonde, muscles for days, with incredibly intimidating energy. that's all you knew so far. but you knew enough. you knew this wasn't a stranger. intruder, definitely. but stranger? no.
katsuki.
his sharp gaze raked over you, confusion flickering across his face before settling into something more unreadable.
why is he looking at you like that?
“you’re not quirkless,” he stated, the disbelief evident in his voice, he mouth slightly ajar.
almost as shocked as him, you dropped your hands instantly, releasing him from the invisible grip you had on him.
you watched as his eyes trailed down your figure, lingering on your legs, which you've just remembered are completely bare. panic surged through you as you immediately began yanking at the hem of your oversized hoodie, trying (and failing) to make it seem longer.
“what the hell are you doing in my house, katsuki?” you barked, attempting to regain some sense of control, a fierce heat licking away at your face.
bakugou didn’t flinch. because why the fuck would he? instead, he took a slow, deliberate step forward, his expression unreadable as usual.
“you’re not quirkless,” he repeated, this time quieter, like if he said any louder he'd somehow forget.
you took a step back. “do you know that normal people don’t just break into other people’s homes like this? what if I had been walking around naked?”
silence.
then, the corner of his mouth twitched upward into a smirk. because why the fuck wouldn't it, "i texted you i was coming," he says entirely too pleased with himself.
was it always this hot in here? damn it.
"when the people's princess goes missing for 24 hours management usually sends someone to do a welfare check." he shrugged, inviting himself to sit on your couch. the motherfucker even kicked his feet up.
"so, they sent you?"
"not quite. they're sending sero to check on you tomorrow morning," he said, leaning his head back to look at you.
a slow, insistent heat coiled deep in your stomach, dangerous and unwelcome. it's been happening quite a bit lately, and it's hard to deny that you're feeling it because of your 'friend' when you're the only two people in the room.
get a grip.
you tore your gaze away from his person, turning your back to him and beelining for the coffee machine. god, you don't even know if he drinks coffee. you just couldn't look at him a second longer. you needed a distraction. this was all too much.
he was too much.
katsuki as an enemy, you could handle. katsuki as a friend, you were certain you could navigate. but whatever feeling this is paining you in your chest? you were positive you would not survive it.
you made the grave mistake of peeking over your shoulder back at him.
bakugou sat with his legs sprawled, one arm thrown lazily over the back of the couch, absentmindedly tapping his finger. his head leaned back, the soft glow of the apartment lights caught in his hair, making the ashen strands look almost golden.
he looked comfortable. maybe even at peace.
almost as if he felt your stare, his sharp red eyes flicked to you, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"i can sit here more often if you like watching me so much," he joked, a rare thing that sent an electric shock straight to your heart.
"do you promise to announce you're coming over next time?" you reached for two mugs from your cabinet.
"i did, you're the dumbass that didn't answer." he corrects, "but, no. maybe you'll use that quirk on me again if i don't."
you rolled your eyes as you approached the couch, handing him the orange version to your blue coffee mug.
"you told me you were quirkless." he pressed on, his eyes focused on the coffee mug in his hand.
"no, you assumed i was quirkless!" it was your turn to correct him.
"for someone who never trained to use it. it's pretty fucking strong," it almost sounds like a compliment, but your brain can't fathom something like that coming out of bakugou's mouth, "you would've been a decent pro."
"are you trying to call me a waste?"
"i'm trying to ask why you didn't go for it," he said, his voice unusually steady, no edge, no hint of irritation. just a question, laid bare.
for the first time since you’d found bakugou katsuki in your house, you met his gaze, those striking carmine eyes that had waltzed many a girl into a stupor in their time.
you’re starting to realize how all those girls fell for it. fell into them. fell for him. you’re falling for it.
god, you like him.
but like wasn’t the right word. it felt too small, too simple, too weak for the way your chest tightened just looking at him. like didn’t explain the way your breath caught, or how his presence felt less like a person standing in front of you and more like gravity itself, pulling you in whether you wanted it or not. like didn’t account for the way his gaze burned, how it made something deep in your stomach twist, threatening to unravel you completely.
something in the air shifted, thickened. it curled around the two of you, humming with something raw and unspoken, pressing at the edges of your soul. it felt like a live wire, buzzing with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. why did it feel like the room was shrinking? the space between you pulling taut like an unseen force was dragging you closer. this is nothing. it had to be nothing.
he didn’t see you that way. he never had.
right?
the look he's giving you right now might say otherwise, but you knew you needed to think rationally. this is a man bound by his career. this is a man who says every thought that comes to mind.
you'd know. and you don't. therefore, it's nothing.
"it's not the interesting story you're hoping for," you mumbled, bringing your coffee mug to your lips, a strange hurt pulling in your chest.
"tell me anyway." katsuki turned to you, giving you his undivided attention. something you were starting to realize was rare.
it's nothing, right?
"i didn't want to be a hero. as insane as that sounds. i know every little kid wanted to be all might growing up," you thought back fondly to your youth, "but i just wanted to be me. if i was going to be known, i wanted to be known for my name and not some alias i made up."
"you somehow managed to be bigger than all might."
"i wouldn't go that far. it feels like all might invented the sun."
bakugou huffed, crossing his arms as he glanced at you. "maybe he did. but the moon and the stars? that’s all you. some of us prefer the nighttime anyway."
his words landed heavier than you expected, settling deep in your chest, warm and impossible to ignore. your mouth was moving before you could really think about it, "why'd you really come over, katsu?"
irritation flickered across his features at the sound of that nickname, but it vanished just as quickly when he caught the way you were looking at him. that same look you’d been giving him all night, one he’d never seen from you before. it was something that made his pulse stutter.
to tell the truth, bakugou hadn't the slightest fucking clue what he was doing in your house right now.
he'd spent the better half of his day fucking up at work because he didn't know where you'd gone or how you were feeling and it was driving him crazy. he'd spent the other half of his day begging mina to give him answers to questions that she did not know the answer to.
the one answer she did have? your home address.
how the fuck was he supposed to tell you that he's standing in your house right now because it felt like his entire world fell off of it's axis when he didn't know if you were okay. how the fuck was he supposed to tell you that he missed you? you were only god 18 fucking hours.
"i just… wanted to make sure you were okay. you didn’t have to stick your neck out for me like that. don’t risk your career for anyone, y/n."
you shrugged, like it wasn’t even a question, cause it wasn't. not to you anyway. "i’m already risking it for you. might as well be all in. plus, you opened up to me, katsu. how could i let my fans say horrible shit to somebody i care about?"
his jaw tightened, like he was fighting with himself over what to say next. his hands twitched, restless, uncertain, before he exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "i know that. i do. just-" he sucked in a breath, like the words physically hurt to say. "i really appreciate you having my back." his voice dipped lower, rougher, like admitting it out loud caused him physical pain.
his eyes flicked to the ceiling, then back to you, that unreadable expression burned into them. "if you tell anyone i just said that, i swear, you’re dead." a beat of silence. then, almost hesitantly, "just… stop hiding out in your room, alright? everybody misses you."
"everybody?"
he rolled his eyes, "yes, everybody."
the second the words left his mouth, you didn’t think, you haven't been lately, your arms wrapped around him, a rush of excitement spilling out before you could stop it. in what universe does japan's grumpy #2 admit to missing you?
he stiffened for half a second, before wrapping his muscular arm around you. warmth overcame you. solid muscle beneath your hands, the faint scent of smoke, and something undeniably him.
pulling back from what was supposed to be a friendly hug, the air between you shifted. it was electric, like a wire had been crossed, sending a current straight through both of you.
bakugou pulled back. too fast. fast enough to not be able to deny he felt whatever just passed between the two of you.
"i just-" he cleared his throat, looking anywhere but at you. "i just came to say get back to work. sero will be around."
and then, before you could even say anything, he stood up and placed the half-full coffee mug on the table.
"you're not going to stay and finish your coffee?" you stuttered, partially confused by his urgency to get the hell out of your house, majorly hoping you can convince him to stay a little while longer.
he paused with his hand on the doorknob, hesitating just long enough for you to think he might stay. then, without warning, he hit you right in the chest with his next words.
"i hate coffee, y/n."
your eyes flicked down to the nearly empty cup sitting accusatorily on your coffee table. your proof didn't matter though, because by the time you'd looked back up, he was gone.
a grin curled at your lips, as you stared down at the two half-empty coffee mugs.
what the hell was that?
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FUN FACT: katsuki didn't actually blow up her door, he came in through an opened window on the second level. he was sure to lock every single window and door before you found him.
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pthaloo · 4 months ago
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'Open When' Letters From Bakugo
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Open When It's Valentine's Day
Tch. You think I’d let some stupid holiday go by without doing something better than anyone else? Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not doing this for you to think I’m some romantic sap. But you are important to me, and if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s being second-rate at anything—so yeah, I’m going all out for you today.
I’m not about to do the cliché crap like some lame-ass, handing over flowers and chocolates like some idiot. Nah, I’m doing it MY way. And don’t you dare say I went overboard or anything. You deserve the best. That’s just how it is. I’m the best, and if I’m gonna be with you, I’m gonna make sure you know it.
You think you deserve less than that? No way in hell. So expect something that’ll blow your mind, even if I’m not gonna admit I put in effort. I do things right, and this isn’t gonna be any different.
Don’t get all sentimental on me. I’m still your Katsuki, and I’m not gonna start acting like some lovesick fool. But don’t you forget who’s putting all this effort in for you. This isn’t about some stupid holiday; it’s about you being worth every damn bit of it. You don’t get half-assed stuff from me, ever. So don’t even think about acting ungrateful. I’m the best there is, and I’m gonna make sure you remember that today.
Happy Valentine’s Day, I guess.
– Katsuki
P.S. If you even think about complaining that it’s “too much,” I’ll make sure next year’s is even worse. So shut up and enjoy it.
(Let's pretend i'm not too late for this one lol)
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seros-girl · 3 months ago
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love you dumbass
plot: domestic boyfriend!katsuki bakugo x f!reader. a little sleepy makeout session with katsuki after training all day with kirishima and izuku. a little sleepy spicy time too. aged up to third years!!
authors note: got a lovely request from @thisisgoodsoup !! i wrote this for you & i hope you feel better baby. my relationship is somewhat rocky at the moment so i can kind of relate to your pain at the moment. break ups suck so much booty, i hope you feel better. also wrote this while listening to wash by bon iver, it seems so fitting. enjoy my lovely soup :) 🫶
you lay on your dorm bed, trapped. katsuki walked in about an hour ago and he’s just decided to slump in your bed. “kats baby” you said as he snuggled into your chest.
“mhm” he hums as he digs his head further into your chest and his arms tighten around you. “shouldnt you shower baby?” you asked him, running your hand down his muscled back.
“tired” he grumbles out and closes his eyes. “cmon kats up” you said and he sighs out reluctantly getting up. you help him get rid of his black tank top.
you take his hand and lead him to your personal bathroom. you start the water, making sure its hot to help soothe his muscles.
“i know you were training practically all day with kiri and zuku, this will help relax your muscles” you said as you helped him out of his gym shorts along with his underwear.
“step in” you ordered and he immediately does, letting the water cascade down his back and soothe his muscles.
“i’ll be back” you said letting him have this time alone, a chance to relax. you picked out clothes for the both of you as you quickly moved around your dorm room.
you set them in two neat piles on your sink and quickly stripped out of your clothes before opening your pink shower curtains and stepping in.
katsuki immediately wraps his arms around your waist, forcing you to join him under the hot water. “ee” you said as the water makes contact with your back. you giggled as your hair gets soaked immediately.
katsuki pushes you hair out of the way gently and kisses you softly. his lips move softly against yours, savoring the kiss.
he’s tired, obviously, but he’s waited all day for this moment. being with you is all he wants and needs. “lets wash up” you whispered softly as he pulls away and rests his head against your bare shoulder.
you reach for the shampoo as best as you can and pour a good amount onto your palm. you emulsify it and gently start scrubbing katsuki’s scalp.
you work slowly letting him really enjoy it. he groans as your nails scratch at his scalp. “feel clean?” you ask him and he nods his head yes.
you move him under the shower head and rinse his hair. his eyes closed as you try your best to continue running your hands through his hair, rinsing the suds out.
his hands on your waist allow you to be on your toes without slipping, because you know that even if you were slipping, he’d be there to catch you before you fall on the shower floor.
“your turn” he mutters as he grabs the shampoo bottle pouring some onto his palm now. he begins lathering your scalp in your lavender scented shampoo.
“clean?” he asks after awhile of scrubbing and you nod as he guides you under the shower head, rinsing your hair.
you both clean each other up gently and once done he turns the water off. “feel super clean” you smile as he lets a small one peak out.
he wraps you in the towel, as he wraps one around his waist. you both brush your teeth in silence, staring at each other in the mirror.
katsuki silently moves behind you to hug you and rest his head against your shoulder. “extra clingy kats?” you asked him as you spit the toothpaste out and begin rinsing out your mouth.
he only hums against your shoulder as he leans over to spit into the sink, rinsing his toothbrush and the toothpaste from his mouth.
“look clean enough?” he asks as he smiles at you, showing off his braces. “mhm” you said and he moves to grab the baggie of ortho rubber bands.
“help me” he mutters out as he wraps an arm around your waist tugging you closer. you grab the baggie and pull two rubber bands out.
you hook the first one on, molar hook to the first hook on the bottom, same as the other side. “wait midline while sleeping?” you ask him and he nods. “dont put it in yet” he shakes his head as he grabs the shirt off to the side.
he pulls it over your head and helps you put your arms through the arm holes. you slip into your pj bottoms and he turns the light off in your bathroom.
his arms wrap around your waist as you giggle. he leads you to your bed and he lays down first, tugging you down with him.
he immediately kisses you softly, cradling the back of your head. you grab his jaw as you push yourself up to get a better angle.
“i love you” he mumbles into the kiss and you smile. “i love you” you mumble back as his hand tightens on your hip.
he pushes you down softly onto your back, hovering over you. “sleepy sexy time” you tease as he moves to kiss your neck lazily.
he only mumbles into your neck a response you cant quite hear well. his hands move under your shirt and you know immediately what he wants.
you move up to take it off and he sighs out softly, lips connecting to your sternum, kissing softly. its all slow, soft, gentle.
katsuki is tired, but he wants to take the time to show you how much he loves you. your hands roam his chest and lower on his abdomen, feeling every muscle and crevice you can.
you reach his sweatpants as you tug them down along with his boxers, freeing him from the hold. he removes your bottoms quickly.
he gently aligns himself against your entrance (safety first he put a condom on), and slowly pushes in. you wrap your arms around his neck, scratching at his back.
he gently rocks back and forth, making love to you. you kiss him so desperately in love with him. “i love you” he sighs out as he hits the spot that has you seeing stars.
“kats baby-“ you start but softly moan out as his mouth connects to your right boob, softly sucking. “‘m close too” he mutters against your boob, continuing to suck.
he releases it with a ‘pop’ and kisses you. with two more thrusts, you cum together. katsuki gently thrusts, letting the both of you come down from your orgasms.
he softly pulls out, discarthe condom and pulls you against him. he digs his head into your neck and you gently hold him.
“my rubber band” he mutters out and points to his mouth. you reach over the bedside tablee and pull one out of the baggie.
he lifts his head up and you attach it across his mouth. he whines out, “hurts” he said closing his mouth and resting his head back in its spot.
you hear light snores and you giggle softly, raking your hands through his ash blonde hair. you softly kiss his forehead and close your eyes.
oh how lucky you are to have katsuki bakugo as your boyfriend.
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givetomurasomechapstick · 3 months ago
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Random Period Headcanons ♥ 🩸💔
Boy, cramps suck.
Notes: MHA X Reader. Maybe short and not too much characters because of my own pain never mind, Fem!Reader, ngl I had fun making it tho. Reader is referred to 'you'. I guess it could be PG if you don't know about female anatomy.
Remember that this is all my opinion! You can feel free to think how you like!
INCLUDES: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari
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Izuku
Okay, first things first, Izuku did know about menstruation cycles. He just never delt with someone having it first hand.
Sure he knew about the blo0d, the mood swings, the cramps, what you need, all that stuff.
May or may not have a notebook filled with all your period needs. Maybe like your favorite chocolate and favorite pad brands, when it'll come, etc.
If you get your period and your out of pads and ask him to get some, make sure you specify exactly what you want. Or else he'll have two packs of every kind of pad in sight at he store.
Extremely careful about what he says to you. He has heard about mood swings before and doesn't want to deal with it.
Try not to get emotional and cry because he'll 1000% join you. He won't even know what your crying about.
Cuddles cuddles cuddles
I feel like he does more psychical affection, so get ready for lots of hugs.
If you get clingy it's fine by him...
...Unless your dragging him down. That might be a problem.
Katsuki
Yes, he knows what a period is. But just like Deku, I don't think he's ever delt with it first hand.
You're probably thinking I'll say 'He will be careful about what he says to you', well your WRONG. You better watch your tongue with him, mood swings or not.
Its almost scary how he always knows your going to get it as soon as it comes.
If you want something, get it yourself... Unless you start crying. He's considering running out to the store to by every. single. thing. you want.
If something happens where you don't have pads and you ask him to get some, he literally got every kind in sight. He doesn't care if you said you don't need it all or not.
Good thing the money was from your account 😃😃😃
Just kidding!
Crying? Get ready for OOC Bakugo affection. Maybe he'll offer to go to his dorm and turn on your favorite movie.
Unless it's a drama.
He swears on his mother he'll never turn on a drama movie during your period. Because he's already made that mistake.
But if you are clingy,
"GET THE **** OFF OF ME!!!"
In a nutshell I just explained the definition of chaos.
And maybe, just maybe he'll let you pull on his sleeve and follow him around like a lost puppy.
Shoto
"You're on your what?"
Doesn't even know what a period is. Try to explain it to him.
Also keep tabs on your moodswings while your explaining, he will 100% think something bad happened when he wasn't looking...
Or you're upset because of your tummy.
Maybe both *shrugs*
Explained to him or not, he's still confused why your so emotional, the anger kind or/and the sad kind.
After he gets the hang of it, he'll start writing down when it comes and has a ton of pads just... Stored away... Somewhere...
Buying everything and anything you ask for.
I mean, he can even get you that new 2026 phone you've been wanting (Endeavor's credit card will be getting a beating-)
Tell him which kind of pads you like/need PLEASE. He would just stand there in the aisle eyeing all the brands like one of them will jump off the shelf and be the one you want.
If you are crying, even if it's over nothing, he starts questioning and interrogating you. To figure out who and what bothered you.
Clingy? No problem . It doesn't really bother him if you pull on him or not. But if you start getting aggressive, he draws the line.
Ejiro
I honestly don't know who's better. Kirishima or Deku.
Yes he knows but it was like a myth in the back of his head since he never delt with someone who had it before.
And of course, a man is supposed to know when his girl is going through menstruation.
Wake up and it's the day your supposed to get it? Hey what're those chocolates doing on your counter...? (Spoiler alert! It was him! *Continues to Disney point towards Kirishima*)
Deals with moodswings like a Chad. Don't ask me how or where he learned to do it.
Need pads? Don't have any? You don't even need to step outside. Actually, neither does he. He always prepared for your period so his bathroom has a hidden stash of your favorite pads just waiting for you.
Very good with calming you down, angry or sad. Like I said, Chad of moodswings.
Also loves psychical affection. Definitely more than Deku.
And enjoys it if you are clingy to him. He doesn't mind and hey, he thinks it's kinda cute.
Denki
Another one who doesn't know what a period is.
Actually gets freaked out when you tell him what happens.
Five minutes of avoidance and he's back to his clingy self.
But he tries but never remembers when you're suppose get your period. He always says he knows even if he doesn't tho.
Absolutely just spoils you. Would buy to world for you if you asked. (We just gotta make sure he has the money...)
You cry or get angry at him? He thinks you hate him. No like, seriously. He doesn't even know (or remember if you told him) what moodswings are.
He doesn't even know what pads are. But after you explain, he's like "So that's what those things were!" (When you pass by the health products section and always see pads but never know what they are)
Actually just terrible at dealing with moodswings. Like, below zero.
He enjoys it if your clingy. He likes feeling like the center of attention from a girl-
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frickingnerd · 11 months ago
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shinsou with a popular crush
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pairing: hitoshi shinsou x gn!reader
tags: shinsou & all class 1A boys have a crush on reader, wholesome & silly fluff, jealousy & rivalry, love 'triangle'
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shinsou had his eyes on you for a while now, always just admiring you from afar
but when he finally transferred into class 1A, shinsou saw his chance to get to know you and perhaps finally ask you out!
however, he wasn't the only person with a crush on you and he'd soon learn that, when he tried to ask you to sit with him during lunch
turns out there was already a line of boys waiting for you, wanting to ask the exact same question
shinsou knew you were well liked, but he didn't know just how popular you were among the boys of your class…
he watched, as you sat with a group of boys from your class, laughing and talking with them, as they all fought for your attention
he was even rudely reminded by one of them, that as the new guy in class, shinsou should just get in line and wait for his turn to talk to you!
his chances to talk to you or ever get any alone time with you seemed meek, but shinsou was determined that once he got a chance to talk to you by himself, he wouldn't waste his shot and ask you out!
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syrecjh · 2 months ago
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─★ ˙ ̟🎀 !!✧ Scowls and Sunshine
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x sunshine reader, pure fluff
𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🎀༘⋆゚*𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🎀༘⋆゚*
Bakugo Katsuki is a walking contradiction.
The world knows him as the loud, abrasive, no-nonsense hero-in-training with a scowl so permanent it could carve stone. He walks through life like he’s carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, his rough edges sharp enough to leave anyone who dares come too close a little bit bruised. Every sentence he spits feels like a challenge, every glance a dare. He has no patience for the weak, no tolerance for those who don't meet his standards, and his sharp words often sting in a way that leaves others retreating before they get too close.
But then there's you.
You’re his opposite in every conceivable way. Soft-spoken, endlessly warm, and relentlessly optimistic, you shine in a way that almost seems impossible in a place filled with chaos. Where Bakugo burns with fiery intensity, you glow with the quiet light of someone who sees beauty in everything. You don’t back down when he snarls at you, and for some reason, your relentless cheerfulness doesn’t seem to faze him. In fact, it does something strange to him—like pulling a magnet towards the very thing he’s been trying to avoid. Your presence softens the rough edges of his world, though he’ll never admit it.
Every day, without fail, you approach him. It’s never forced. You’ll be sitting in class, and without so much as a second thought, you’ll chirp, “Hey, Bakugo! How’s your day going so far?” He grunts in response, a sharp retort already on his tongue, but before he can fire it, you keep talking—always casually, always full of that bright, infectious energy.
“Did you see that fight with Todoroki in training? You were really good, Bakugo! I’m always so amazed by you.”
His usual response? A grunt. A sneer. A “shut up, dumbass.” But somehow, despite himself, he lets you ramble. Sometimes, he’d even find himself half-listening, his eyes flicking to you when you weren’t looking, not with annoyance, but… something else. Something that caught him off guard.
He grumbles, keeping his head down when you try to strike up a conversation during lunch. Everyone else at the table knows better than to engage with him when he’s in one of his moods, but you? You chat away like he’s the most approachable person in the world. And maybe—just maybe—he's starting to get used to it.
“Bakugo! Oh, you like that flavor, right?” You pass him a snack, a casual offering like it’s the most natural thing in the world. He glares at the snack, but before he can complain, he hears the quiet, hopeful lilt in your voice, and the words catch in his throat.
“…It’s fine.”
It’s never just fine. He doesn’t know how you do it, but somehow you’ve managed to make him lower his walls in ways no one else ever has. He doesn’t give you the time of day, but you’re always there—always persistent in the best way, like sunlight breaking through dark clouds. He’s started to hate how your presence becomes a source of comfort, how he finds himself expecting your daily chats like a routine he didn’t want but now finds he needs.
And the worst part? You have no clue what you're doing to him. You’re still clueless, skipping around like a little ray of sunshine in his otherwise stormy world. He’ll never admit it, but it’s the smallest things that get to him—the way you always manage to smile when you see him, the way you always find a way to cheer him on in your innocent, unassuming way. It's like you never see him for the harsh exterior he puts up. You only see the small parts of him that are starting to slip through the cracks, the parts he’s always tried to hide.
And so, he’s left to wonder—when did it stop being a problem that you wouldn’t shut up? When did he start finding peace in those endless, unfiltered ramblings of yours? When did your annoying little habits start making him feel strangely content? He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t want to know. But one thing he does know for certain is that he’s never felt more at ease with anyone else.
You’re dense. Oblivious to the way his eyes soften when you look at him, or the way his scowl falters when you laugh. You don’t see the way he secretly enjoys those moments of your lighthearted chatter, how his heart skips a beat when you look at him in that trusting, innocent way of yours. He’s too much of a jerk to ever admit it to you—or to anyone. But you’ve begun to feel like a constant in his life, and he isn’t quite sure how that happened.
He’s a jerk to everyone. But when it comes to you? Somehow, he finds himself being a little gentler. Not always, but enough to make him wonder if he’s more than just a jerk. With you, he’s starting to feel more human—more… real.
You’re the exception, and though it scares him, it’s a truth he can’t escape.
And, to his increasing annoyance, it seems like it’s always been this way.
You just don’t know it yet.
𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🎀༘⋆゚*𖧷₊˚˖𓍢ִ🍓✧˚.🎀༘⋆゚*
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luxthestrange · 1 year ago
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BNHA Incorrect quotes#28 They also hugged Aizawa
Class 1-A: This is Aizawa, Aizawa loves his personal space
Secretary!Y/n, Mic, Oboro & Eri hugging Aizawa tightly
Class 1-A: This is Y/n, Mic, Oboro, and Eri, They also love Aizawa’s personal space-
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serxinns · 1 year ago
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I ABSOLUTELY ADORE YOUR YANDERE MHA SHORT STORIES 🙏😭
I was wondering if you could do one with a Child Y/n where they get kidnapped by the league of Villains and class 1-A and some heroes like hawks, Midnight, Eraser-head, go and save them? And since Y/n will be a child, I would kindly ask all relationships between everyone to be completely platonic.
Sorry if this takes up too much of your time! And remember to take care of yourself
⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃
Ofc! Honestly love these types of tropes!
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"Ahhh someone save me!" Eri dramatically said as she fell to her knees as the toy Dino roared in terror, "Don't worry I'm here!" As you jumped in front of the Dino with a red cape and a toy sword you swished your sword at the dino and it roared in terror once more you swished it a few times until it was down on the ground, "Yay y/n your my hero!" She cheered as she tackled you with a hug as you both giggled "That was fun big sis! You wanna play another game!?"
Eri thought about it for a second and excitedly nodded she loved playing with you, she felt like she wasn't the only kid here! Ever since Aizawa took you in at 1st she was a bit jealous thinking you were gonna take all the attention from her but realized that wasn't your intention the way you would always offer your toys, the way you broke a piece of a snack and shared it to her, the both of you quickly bonded over time
But ever since aizawa gave her the task of: "being a big sister and always protect each other no matter what," those words were craved deep into her mind and became a new Goal in her life and it was to be your protector!
"Let's hide and seek!" You said jumping up and down in excitement "Eri nodded "ok you go hide somewhere! I count!" You quickly nodded as she turned around and started counting "1...2...3....4" You looked around trying to find anywhere to hide but there wasn't any hiding spot fitting your expectations,
you then started to panic realizing Eri was halfway finished with her counting, you then looked over to the door you knew Mr grumpy (aizawa) told you that you were allowed to go out until He protested any of his classmates were there to pick you up two up, but you really wanted to win so you quietly opened the door looking back to see if eri heard but she kept counting you quick shut the door and dashed off to find a new hiding spot,
"17...18..19...20!" Eri excitedly looked around trying to find you she looked in the toybox, behind the giant stuffed bear in the corner, behind the books on shelves, and even behind the couch, the longer she tried finding you in the room the more worried she got..she tore up the once tidy room with toys and books all over the floor she frantically tried thinking where on earth could you be hiding then she realized...
You went out out the door...
You giggled as you tiptoed across the school hall looking everywhere for a hiding spot you spotted a bathroom nearby you giggled mischievously and went inside you plopped slowly into the stall shut the door and stood on the toilet Seat making sure nobody would know you were there, you then waited confidently thinking about your victory in your favorite game! that was until you heard an explosion followed by students screaming in terror and fear
"Attention students we are having a lockdown this not a drill get to a safe place and lock your classroom doors"
You froze in fear you desperately tried to open the door but you were too scared and small you then curled up on the toilet seat and started crying out for Mr grumpy or any one of his classmates to save you...
Aizawa was running past the panicked students calling out your name, Eri came into the class crying and blabbing stuff the class tried calming her down her making her slow down so she could speak Cleary and also noticing you weren't with her like you normally would "Eri what's wrong wheres y/n?"That made her cried loudly frantically pulling the green hairs shirt out the door pointing
"they *hic* w-went o-out...while we *sniff* were playing and I-I tried looking for them but they weren't there!" She then broke down in sobs repeatedly saying sorry to everyone they looked down at her sorrow and pity Mina picked up the crying girl trying to soothe her while others like Hakagure, ojiro, Koda, and Tokoyami all surrounded her reassuring her it wasn't her fault Aizawa then quickly told half of his students to go looking for you while the others stay and comfort eri
It felt like hours in the bathroom you wanted to come out but were scared a villain would come to you there you were curled up, shivering and crying helplessly in the bathroom.. until you heard some footsteps and giggles you froze quickly covering your mouth you shut your eyes tightly afraid of what happening next...
"Y/N!?" Aizawa ran down the hallways frantically looking in all directions destroying each classroom thinking of the worst possible scenarios, izuku, ochako, tsuyu, momo ,todoroki and kids were calling, cooing, and offering you our favorite things desperately trying to come out while Bakugo was making empty threats telling you to come out to hide his worried voice demanding kiri, sero,mina,Denki, and Jiro to look faster
Present mic and midnight were also searching for you midnight gently cooing at you to come out while Hizashi was making corny jokes that would make you laugh atleast to let him know where you are but no progress was made so far
Where on earth could you be?
Toga was skipping across the hallway humming her favorite tune as she passed a bunch of unconscious and injured students passed out she was bummed that she couldn't kill them due to Shigaraki's Orders but she was lucky to have all their blood for later! After she collected blood from a girl with a fire-breathing quirk she skipped along the halls for her next victim until she heard a sniffle in the bathroom
She stopped humming for a moment to make sure he heard again and there was another sniffle and a whimper she smiled wickedly "Is it another student with yummy blood?" She thought as she carefully sneaked into the restroom. She carefully opened each stall reaching the middle one she heard the sniffling in there she gently tried opening the stall but it was locked "G-Go away evil villian! I-ill use my quirk on you.."
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Toga peaked through the stall seeing you holding out ur hand as if you were about to activate it she giggled softly "Hey now im not gonna hurt ya pinky promise!" you thought about it for a moment a pinkie promised is a very strong trust and the girl seems nice... you hesitated for a moment and decided to unlock the stall door it slowly creaked open revealing a blonde-haired girl with space buns with a beige school uniform, smiling at you revealing her sharp fangs
"S-she doesn't look that scary," you thought as the two of you stared at each other for a while Toga was restraining herself from wanting to scoop you up and hug you so tight! You were just so small and cute that you barely passed half her leg, "come on you wanna come with me?" She turned her body around and crouched on one knee as she offered you a piggyback ride, you nodded excitedly as you climbed onto her she lifted herself up "Hold on!" As she dashed across the hallway turning left and right trying to look for her crew
After a few minutes of running, she spotted Kurogiri and Shigaraki "Ugh finally your ba- toga why is that a child on your back" shigarkai said starting irritatedly at you while you stick your tongue out "I found this little one in the bathroom stall all scared then I decided to keep it!" Shigaraki and kurogiri stared in silent as they watched Toga pinched and played with your cheeks while you were pushing her away puffing your cheeks up in anger
"That was when a raging Aizawa came crashing down the hallway and in his horror seeing you on the villain's back surrounded by the villains "y/n..." he stared in disbelief Shigaraki took notice of this and smiled maniacally "Hi Mr grumpy!" You said lazily yawning in the process "awwww they're all tuckered out" Toga giggled as she pinched your cheeks
"Matter a fact.. this child will be useful for us.." Shigaraki then held your sleeping forming on the shoulder "Kurogiri teleport us outta here.." "NO!!" Aizawa eyes glow red as he tries to use his capture weapon but flames block his path the other classmates hear the commotion and run to their teacher's side "Y/N SAN!!" izuku runs towards the flames green veins covering his whole body Just when he launched towards the group of villains they disappeared in the portal with you...
Everyone else watched the scene in disbelief Mina formed tears in her eyes as everyone else just stood there stunned about what just happened
...
Your eyes slowly started to open as you were covered with a rabbit print blanket and laying on a slightly worn-out mattress you looked around to see that you were I'm a dimly lit room with a crappy but surprisedly worked nightlight and a stuffed plushie right beside you
You then opened the door to see the blonde girl skipping towards you with a man in a full-body suit "Hey you're awake!" She said excitingly with the man still observing you "Did you enjoy your nap? Little one" the masked man said "W-Where am I? Where's grumpy man" Toga giggled at your fear
"Why ur in the league of villain base kid you didn't realize that sooner?" Dabi nonchalantly said already irritated with your presence "Dabi! Don't be so mean! They only a kid" she said glaring at the male as dabi rolled his eyes "why we are the league or villians not the league of a fucking daycare what does Shigarak want us to do with a smelly brat anyway"
"hey, I'm not smelly you are you purple man!" You protested "You better watch that tongue kid before you turn to ash" he then glared at the kid twice and Toga snickered "Aren't you already about to turn?" Thats when both Toga and Twice start busting out laughing and which Cleary pissed Dabi right off luckily if it wasn't for Twice holding him back
Shigaraki watched the chaos unfold while Kurogiri got him another drink he requested There was an awkward silence between the two until Kurogiri spoke up "So what are we gonna do with the child?" Shigaraki thought for a moment about Kurogiri's answer and spoke up "I don't know yet but it seems like the heroes seem to take a liking to this brat do we just use them as bait for now" Kurogiri hummed as he was making his master another drink
Suddenly out of nowhere, your quirk activated making Dabi fly across the room landing on a wall with a harsh thud all the league members stood silent at the scene "Take that, you stupid burnt man!" You shouted in victory, "Hmmm Kurogiri changed of plans I think I gotta better idea.." Kurogiri hummed in amusement "I think we're gonna keep them.." Shigaraki said with a wicked grin as Toga and twice cheered in the background and Dabi groaned in pain in response
During the days your stay with the LOV, it's been fun but chaotic, to be honest, Toga would show you all sorts of knives in her collection and the type of blood there is she entertains you by drinking their blood and switching into some of your classmates impersonating them making you laugh
While twice would give you piggyback rides throw you up in the air and clone himself throwing you around to his clones like a ball or playing hot potato Toga would occasionally join in with the two of you
At 1st dabi saw you as a little nuisance but the more he spent time with you the more "bonding" the two of you did he would annoy you by putting stuff out of your reach until you threw a tantrum, if you annoyed him too his breaking point he would just throw you to one of the members which earns a lecture from Toga or twice
but he would show a BIT of his soft side like when you were feeling homesick and cried he offered you a cigarette to ease down ur nerves ofc Kurogiri saw this and immediately took it away and gave you a lollipop but you were still sad so he just rubbed your head
Shigaraki and Spinner would play games and you would carefully watch them 1st they would push you away saying it's too inappropriate for you but they eventually give in since you always sneak behind them and watch Spinner would occasionally put you on his lap so you can see better and even give you gaming tips here and there even tho you won't remember
But for the heroes not so much Aizawa and the teachers have been searching day and night restlessly trying to look for any clues to your location Aizawa's eyes were forming dark circles around them, present mic wasn't as chipper as before and midnight was as bit more bitter all might was the only sane one for everyone's sake but he still misses your presence...
Class 1a wasn't really any better since they also became more gloomy they all blamed themselves for your kidnapping especially the dekusquad and the bakusquad izuku felt the worse since he thinks she should've worked faster to get to you but that doesnt mean they were determined they all thoughtof a plan and sneak out to go and rescue you themselves even if itngets them in trouble or worse expelled they just want you to be safe,
Eri on the other hand slowly started to get gloomy and lonely and regress mentally back to her old ways when she was with Kai, she would bite her nails until the point they were low enough that she would occasionally have nightmares and would cry to Aizawa or Mic which they'll soothe her reassuring it wasn't her fault but the guilt and shame keeps haunting her over and over again...
heck even Hawks and Miriko started to change for the worse Hawk has been avoiding his fans and fangirls to focus more on her work and has become more sassy to anyone he just wanted to find his little birdie while Miriko was more determined restless and furious to find those group of villains
As tried and exhausted they may all be but remained determined to find you they needed to find you they can't imagine what those disgueting villianw are putting in your small pure little head!
Meanwhile
"I win!" Toga said as she put her candy avatar on the board and made it to the Candy Kingdom as well to celebrate with her, "No fair I was so close!!" You cross your arms and puff your cheeks out Shigaraki'a candy avatar right behind you "I would've won if I didn't have to spin again to get out of that shitty licorice jail" Shigaraki grumbled "I think I burnt my candy person" Dabi shrugged watching the plastic candy person melt with a shit-eating grin on his face
"What should we play next?" you said jumping excitedly while you were on twice lap "Uno maybe or snakes and ladders?" Shigaraki suggested, "What about guess who?" Spinner added another suggestion Toga was about to make a suggestion when they all heard a knock on the door the league all stared confused and a bit cautious to not move a muscle
"Who's at the doo-mhpm!" Twice hand covered your mouth and used his other to do a hush signal you tilted your head in confusion as all members were staring at the door intensely ready to tear and kill anything and Anyone thar to came passed that door everyone stood in silent as there was another knock again
"Pizza?"
The members looked at each other while Shigaraki look unamused
"Do they really think they can do that shitty trick agai-"
*BOOM*
The wall was smashed open revealing pro heroes such as Endeavor, fatgum, hawks, Mount Lady, and Aizawa and a hoard of police officers on the ground surrounded the area it was a one-and-stare battle between the pros and the villains
Not even a few seconds everyone started going at it using their quirks to defeat them while Hawks quickly grabbed you in your arms and tried to fly you to safety but was stopped by an old friend "Where do you think you going with the brat birdbrain" Dabi threw a fireball at Keigo as he barely dodges it "taking this kid home where else?" Keigo said in a teasing yet serious tone while you were busy playing a single red feather
"The kid belongs to us now Keigo if you kindly just give them ba-" "Fat chance charcoal" the winged hero cut off his sentence now holding a large feather-like sword in his hand dabi shrugged and Dabi threw blue fireballs hawks quickly saw Aizawa and as he hate to do this but he cared more about your safety "ready to go to Mr cranky kid?" You nodded excitedly hawks smiled then yelled out to Aizawa as he threw you towards him
Aizawa quickly saw and used his capture weapon to grab you quickly and you were now back in his arms quickly checking for injuries "You ok kid?" "Yep! I had fun! With my new friends" His gaze softened at your bright smile "No kid, not new friends they're the bad guys in your class and Eri are your friends " "Nuh-uh! They're my new friends we played lots of games and I even learned a bunch of new things!"
You then rant about how much fun you had with the LOV as Aizawa nods pretending to hear but actually, he was a bit scared of villains as your friends? He was gonna have to do a meeting on keeping you extra safe with the teachers but for now, he's glad to have you back in his arms
You were then met with a bunch of shocked crying teenagers as you excitedly waved eri was the 1st to come up to you and tackled you down with a hug crying and saying she was sorry as you were confused as hell and wondering what she was talking about as your classmates alll lifted you crying and apologizing as well as you were still derided out by their sudden behavior tried to squirm out of their grip
They were glad to have you back they promised they were gonna work extra hard to keep protecting you no matter what they want the best for you even eri promised that she'll be even more careful and have eyes on you on the time as but you were an unpredictable child who touched the hearts of many hero's and villains
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nixwriteschaos · 1 year ago
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hey there! i'd like to request a story about a male/gn vigilante reader (teen), and they eventually get caught by the pro heroes. from there, they are basically forced into UA, class 1-A (reader has been a vigilante for a few years back and has quite the skills to become a hero, and reader does relatively well academically). everything from there will be up to you!
this is actually my first time requesting, so im not exactly sure if this will go through, I've read the guide and everything. no pressure, I hope you have a great year, bye!!
Little Rebel
CLASS 1A x Male!Vigilante!Reader Summary: Y/N, also known as his vigilante name, V/N, was sadly caught by Eraserhead. His punishment, due to him still being a minor, was to attend U.A as a student for his rehabilitation, with Eraserhead as his supervisor.
★☽A/N: I see! It’s your first request! Not to worry, your request is perfect and it aligns with my guide! I really appreciate that you read my guide first! I hope this is a nice first time!
Contents: FLUFF
Quirk: Similar to Inumaki from JJK, the user has the ability to make anything happen according to what he says. But unlike Inumaki, the user is able to control when he uses his Quirk.
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“Y/N L/N, is it?” A massive mutant dog read. He looked away from the papers and down at a young boy, frowning as he sat crossed on his chair from across the room. He scoffed and turned his head. “Considering you’re still a minor, your punishment won’t be severe. According to your records, your Quirk is quite controlled and your academics are actually quite impressive for a drop out…” The mutant read off the papers for the boy, who didn’t care at all.
“Very well, I decided your punishment.” Y/N couldn’t help but scoff and smirked. He dealt with worse when he started at the age of 13. What could possibly be so bad about this “punishment” ?
“You will be joining U.A as a full-time student.”
“Huh?”
“HUH?!”
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From that day forward, he became a student at U.A. He didn’t expect himself to be in the hero course, especially Class 1A. He had only heard rumors about them, about how they were attacked by villains during their trip to the USJ and a few mentions of some 1A students on internships.
To be honest, he was a bit nervous. He dealt with people, but not in a friendly way. He was scared, slightly, at the thought of being in the same class as some hero in training students.
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During his first meeting, he was still pissed by the punishment, especially the fact that Eraserhead, the one who “captured” him, was his supervisor. He stood outside of the class, his waist tied to a part of Eraser’s scarf to prevent him from running away.
After waiting for a while, he heard his name getting called out, but he didn’t respond. There is no way in hell I’m standing in front of a bunch of hero trainees! He thought to himself.
He didn’t have much of a choice, as he was pulled by the waist by the scarf into the classroom, his whole figure on display to 20 students. They all looked at him with curiosity, except a blonde boy.
“Are you saying a damn weak villain is going to study with us?! Fuck no!”
“That’s enough, Bakugou.” Aizawa groaned. Bakugou was ready to say something, an insult, but was stopped by one word.
“Shut up.”
His mouth suddenly closed up. He clawed at his own mouth, trying to get it open, panicking and angry at the situation. Y/N had to cover up his snicker with a cough. “How pathetic,” he commented with a smirk. Another struggle of words came from the blonde who was ready to throw a bunch of insults but couldn’t due to his forced closed mouth.
Y/N’s snickers couldn’t be stopped. His snickers were clearly heard by the blonde. He suddenly stood up and walked over to the H/C with heavy stomps. Before he could get his hands on him, he was stopped by Aizawa’s scarf.
His growls were like an angry dog, a chihuahua. He eventually got back to his chair and sat with a grumpy look on his face.
“As I was saying, Y/N L/N is going to be your classmate for this remaining semester. Please treat him with respect.”
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Now, how does this work out for Y/N?
I’m going to be honest, readers, it did not go well in the beginning!
Y/N, during times he wasn’t supervised thoroughly, would tease Bakugou into attacking him. He thought that if a hero trainee would harm him, he could act his way out of his rehab. Unfortunately, it did not work. Aizawa, being the smart hero he is, figured out his little act, and did not let him off the hook. (Lectured him for hours).
With time, he eventually got to know the students well. They were some he greatly disliked, (A certain purple grape boy..), some who he respected, and those he enjoyed spending time with.
It’s mostly believed that he respected Yaomomo, Tenya Iida, and Todoroki for their smart brains and analytical thinking. He mostly spends time with Jirou, Tokoyami, and Ojirou, who seems to be fine with him and didn’t care that he was only in U.A for rehab.
He would listen to music with Jirou, read poems with Tokoyami, and combat training with Ojirou. He truly enjoys his time with those three.
As for his academics and “hero training,” he has been doing well, almost excellently, with his academics, usually marking A’s and B’s and the occasional C’s, but his grades were much better than some students in Class 1A.
In terms of his “hero training,” he already has some experience of his own which helped him greatly when it comes to situations where he had to fight against other students. He was actually much more advanced than his “peers.” He was smarter, faster, and powerful in terms of Quirk use and combat.
Although he hoped for the principal to realize that he doesn’t need this rehabilitation, he knew the stubborn smiling “mouse” wouldn’t agree to his suggestions. Not to mention, he was a bit afraid of the rat… Something in his eyes just— creeps him out.
A lot of the students respect him greatly! Like Tenya Iida, Yaomomo, and Midoriya, who recognize his great skills and quick thinking! Of course, Katsuki Bakugou was the only one who seemed bothered by the vigilante. You could feel the anger radiating off him! Honestly, it’s hilarious to see his grumpy face whenever Y/N walks by him. After the amount of teasing Y/N did, it was without a doubt that Katsuki Bakugou hated him with all his guts! (But secretly respects Y/N, hehe)
Overall, I can say that Y/N L/N is having a nice time at U.A in Class 1A.
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