#college bakugou

[katsukimybf]

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

[chrissdollie]

hii i could you write popular!bakugou x quiet!reader or bakugou x reader inspired by in between by gracie adams 🤍

ofc! xx 4 - popular bakugou x quiet reader (characters are aged up and in college btw) wc: 691

either everybody is in love with bakugou or wants to be him. he has so many people asking about his quirk all the time and trying to get close to him, and he doesnt mind the attention. he's not cocky about his popularity, but he has a lot of pride. he's never alone, always walking the halls with people following him.

then theres you. a silent girl in most of his classes. you keep to yourself for the most part with very few close friends. in all of his lectures with you, you're seat is in front of him, and you'd never bothered him. not once. he honestly never really thought about you that much till a specific night.

"you idiots." bakugou grumbles to himself as he gets out of a friends car. he wasted yet another night of studying by partying with people he didnt even really like. except for his friend kiri, he was alright.

it was already 10:30. he wouldnt be able to stay awake, but he can't just go to sleep? nono, exams are very close, he needs to get as much information glued in his brain as possible. kiri had recommended having a study buddy. but who the hell would want to actually study with bakugou?? everyone would be distracted and frankly, he didnt have time for that.

and besides, he doesnt need anyone else. right? wrong.

because now as he walks up the stairs to the dormitories, he decides to find you. you were pretty normal for the most part, he thought. a bit of a nerd too, so he wasn't too worried about you having the wrong shit written down. he found your dorm and knocked softly, letting out a sigh.

meanwhile, you were munching on freshly made chocolate chip cookies while going over notes you had gotten from the lecture yesterday. you leaned back against your chair in a tiny tank top and shorts with your hair up in a claw clip. you had light music going on in the background, bopping your head slightly. though the bopping stopped as your head cocked to the side as soon as you heard the thuds of someone's steps coming towards your room.

you stood up when said person knocked on your door. maybe one of your friends came by, you thought. you grinned, excited you made so many cookies. you tip-toed to the door and swung it open.

with his hands dug into his pockets and a somewhat tired look on his face, the katsuki bakugou stood at your door in all his glory. "oh!" you squealed, your hand covering your mouth. "sorry, i-i just wasn't expecting you." you nervously spoke, feeling slightly embarassed.

"i need help. be my study buddy." bakugou spoke bluntly.

"huh? study buddy?" you muttered. bakugou stayed quiet and stepped into your room confidently, looking around. you stood to the side and shut the door behind you, following him inside where he walked over to your desk, looking at your neatly written notes. "yeah. you aint stupid or anythin' right?" he cocked a brow.

you shook your head softly. "no, i dont think so."

he nodded, eyes wandering down to what you were wearing. your eyes stared into his and realized what you had on. he bit the inside of his cheek. "what're you expectin' someone over?"

you shook your head, feeling awkward. "uh, no." you cleared your throat as bakugou sat in your chair, flipping through the pages you had spent such delicate time working on. "do you want a cookie?" you asked politely, pointing towards the plate on your desk, walking towards him. his head turned to where your finger was pointing.

he shrugged, taking one and biting into it. it was soft and chewy. and warm. his eyes brightened a little, just a little. "t's not bad. would be better with coffee." he stared at the bitten cookie in his hand, careful not to make a mess. you smiled at this. "coffee coming up!" you skipped to the kitchen.

that was the first time you had really spent time with him and you'd gotten to know him better than you thought you would have just by studying. needless to say, you enjoyed his company. you weren't around people too often, yet alone someone as popular and liked as bakugou.

as for him, he would never forget that day. it may sound stupid, but he thought you were something.. special. you didn't talk to him about his quirk, not once. you didn't ask if he had a girlfriend or if he was free next friday night. you were just you.

and you talked more than he anticipated also. guess you just had a lot kept inside till then. it seemed like that night, he had turned into the quiet one. and he didn't mind it at all. he grew closer with you and fell in love with you. yet, in class, you were still quiet. however, when it was just you two, you yapped for hours on end about anything.

he grinned at the thought.

I WANNA TURN THIS INTO A SERIES IM PROUD OF IT TBH.

[misdeliria]

he lets you paint his nails | k. bakugou

> pairing: katsuki bakugou x reader

> word count: 995

> concept: college au (aged-up), established relationship, domesticity, gn reader, canon divergence

> summary: bakugou lets you paint his nails

> warning(s): smoking weed

> author’s note(s): so i'm noticing i prefer college au's because the idea of writing a high school pov is so funky monkey to me. also, this was inspired by art I saw on instagram, but I forgot the artist.

You love spending the day at Bakugou’s place.

When you first started the student-hero routine, you collaborated with Kaminari and Mina on when to schedule your patrols, so you could work with either of them. Unfortunately, Bakugou decided on an opposite schedule to his roommate, so he would only have to cross paths occasionally.

That meant whenever you were working, Bakugou was off. And when you were off, Bakugou was out of the apartment.

This weekend was different, though. He switched patrols with Kirishima, who needed his shift covered, and went home early.

He already knew you would be at his place. He asked you last night over the phone and then confirmed with Kaminari.

When he unlocked the door, the smell of weed knocked him back. He scrunched his nose in irritation, but it quickly died when he caught sight of you stirring something on the stove, swinging your hips to music in your head.

You turned around when he shut the door behind him, and you dropped your spoon. Your eyes were red and glazed over, but he could read the pleasant surprise on your face.

"Katsuki," you breathed, smiling. "You're home."

"It reeks in here." He frowned darkly, dropping his duffle bag and uniform next to the couch.

"You're usually not here to smell it," you confessed whimsically, unbothered. You go up to him and bring him into a tight hug. The type of hug you gave when you were inebriated and wanted to literally melt into him. He slowly eases into it. "You're not going on patrol?"

"I would have if I was assigned an area," he muttered. "Eiji needed me to cover another time for him, so he took this shift."

"Remind me to thank him later," he heard you mumble against him.

Bakugou chuckled softly, petting the back of your head. "You miss me or something?"

"Always, asshole." You pull away from him, but he keeps his arms around you. "You're reckless."

He glares at that. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," you say quickly, pecking his lips. "We're in Kami's room. Mina's here too."

"Goody," Bakugou remarks dryly, allowing you to drag him to Kaminari's room. The smell only got stronger the deeper you went into the apartment.

"Blasty boy is here!" Mina screeched when you showed up in the doorway. Kaminari was in the middle of a bong rip when his eyes met Bakugou's glare, and he choked.

Bakugou felt a brief sense of satisfaction as he watched Kaminari cough until tears ran down his cheeks.

"You're not supposed to be here," Kaminari wheezed out once he could speak.

"Why does the place smell dank?" Bakugou glared darkly.

"We do this every weekend. Chill out," you speak up, taking a spot on the ground next to Mina.

Every weekend? "How have I not smelled it?"

"Because your sense of smell isn't as impressive as you think." Mina giggles at your clap back as she takes the bong next.

"We were gonna smoke and then paint our nails," Mina tells him. Bakugou leans against the doorframe and glances at you, but you're preoccupied with choosing a color. "Can I paint your nails, 'Tsuki?"

"Not a chance, Pinky." He lowered himself next to you, nodded when you showed him your color, and wordlessly asked for his opinion. He looked over the options, a combination of the three of your collections, all scattered on the floor between them.

He picked a basic black and passed it to you, which you took with confusion.

"Can you do mine this color?" He could feel the rush of heat crawling up his neck when Kaminari and Mina began squawking at how soft he was for you.

You silence them with a look, which he's grateful for, and smile warmly.

"Of course. I'll paint yours, then mine." You shifted, facing him, and took his hand into your lap. "Oh, wait. I'm gonna take a rip first." You paused as you reached for the bong, glancing at Bakugou briefly to check for disapproval.

He smiled and gave you a wink, enjoying how your lips pulled back into a wider grin as you grabbed the bong by the neck.

He thought you looked pretty when you handled smoking like an expert. Even though he didn't smoke, he thought it was amusing when his friends got high. And when you got high, you laughed at everything, and Bakugou loved your laugh.

"So, when is the shift you're covering for Eiji?" You ask him after starting on his nails.

"Sometime next week," he mutters, although he probably should let Kaminari know too. "I think it's during one of your shifts."

"Oh, maybe we can pair up then," you smile, keeping your focus on his nail so close to your face that you're nearly cross-eyed. "Can I add some orange? I'll make it look nice."

"Whatever you want," he tells you, makes your chest swell.

It makes his stomach flip when he realizes how dainty your hands are compared to his, and he can feel his cheeks get warm. With his other hand, he brings it against your face and pulls you closer to press a kiss on your forehead.

"What was that for?" You laugh breathlessly. You feel his body shrug across from you.

"Felt like it."

Off to the side, Mina is pretending to show Kaminari a video on her phone, but she's really recording this sweet moment where you're painting Bakugou's nails.

Bakugou loves that you painted his nails. As the week begins and you two return to your everyday routines, Bakugou checks his nails constantly.

He's careful and makes sure the polish doesn't chip off. He checks for hangnails every hour and uses oil on his cuticles.

When he's in class, and it's been a while since he's seen you, he'll start rubbing the side of his index finger against the nail on his thumb. Something about feeling the smooth paint gives him relief.

(im definitely projecting, but i hope you enjoyed)

[whatarainyday]

thinking about college students bkdk 🥺

[double-gs]

Okay, i love smut sometimes but can we not go back to fluff and especially ANGST!?!? And i dont mean start off with angst and end with angsty smut or start with fluff and end with fluffy smut, i mean genuine fluff and angst, pure pain or happiness. Its literally the only thing that comes up for most searches, especially on tumblr and its so annoying cause i just want to read something but its all just dick and pussy like PLEASE

Not to mention the amount of DISTURBING "dark content" smuts there are. It's creepy and weird

[justatypicalwizard]

Katsuki doesn't believe in love at first sight

Katsuki never believed in love at first sight. How could someone meet eyes and feel as if a thunder ruptured down from the skies and struck them? To love someone means to accept every part of them and to be able to incorporate them into your everyday life. It means building a brand new everyday with that person.

In order to do so you need to know a lot about them. Who they are, what are their plans for the future, what is their character and so on. Then you need to see if you are compatible in many spheres. You need to invite them to your friends group to see if it’ll hit off, you should try living together, they need to get to know your parents.

There are simply so many things to check off the list in order to be able to say you love someone. Otherwise it’s just empty words. I love you here and there. I love you for a week. I love you when you do as I please. Bullshit.

Mina constantly pestered Katsuki that his definition of love feels more like a chore or a job interview than like something a human would be able to accomplish. It wasn’t his fault he had some standards everyone else seemed to lack.

So even now Katsuki doesn’t like to admit that he fell in love at first sight, because it wasn’t the first time when he looked at you.

A quiet ping of his phone tore him out of his work. A new message from someone he didn’t recognise. Without much thought he opened the text.

[Hi, you may not know me but we go to the same lecture on Wednesday at 1 PM. I heard you have neat notes and wanted to ask if it wouldn’t be a problem if you send me today’s ones. I  got sick and couldn’t come and I wouldn’t want to fall behind with the material. Thanks!]

Geez, was there a longer way to type it? Couldn’t you just write: can you give me notes? On the other hand he always complained about people being douchebags.

Clicking onto your profile Katsuki saw a cheesy photo and a few posts from your daily life and vacations. Nothing much to be honest. Yet, he could vaguely remember your face around the people who entered the lecture hall. It won’t hurt to help.

[Sure]

[File attached]

Pushing his phone to the far end of his desk he went back to work. A few minutes later there was another quiet ding and this time Katsuki felt irritation bubbling inside him. It was you once again.

[Thank you so much!]

[I owe you]

[If you ever need anything feel free to write]

Whatever.

It only took a week for Katsuki to be indeed looking for help from someone. Once in a while, during his hero training, he was forced to pair up with someone in order to work on his rescue skills. Usually they’d use dummies but some fucktard in the course planning team decided that it would be most helpful if the students could train with a real human.

Normally Katsuki would ask Mina. He’d swallow his pride and force himself to listen to her babbling for two hours. Just to get it done. Unfortunately, Mina dumped him today, leaving only a [sorry, not feeling well, find someone else]. Damned flu season.

Who was he supposed to ask now, Denki?

As he scrolled down his chats, your profile pic flew by making Katsuki halt.

If you ever need anything feel free to write.

Screw it, you said it yourself, might as well find a person already and move on with his day. He typed a quick explanation and pushed the send button. The day was nearing the afternoon when you responded.

[Sure, if it’s two hours I can make it. Send me when and where I should be]

He shrugged and gave you the address for today's training.

In the early evening Katsuki found himself trotting towards his usual fighting ground absentmindedly. He was thinking about something related to work at Miruko’s when the idea flew out of his head. You were there, he could see you from afar, walking in circles in front of the main door.

Were you an idiot? It was the middle of winter and the early evening cold tore through layers of warm coats to sink into your bones. Why weren’t you entering the building to warm up a bit.

That’s why Katsuki is so stubborn about the whole love at first sight thing. It certainly wasn’t that exact moment when his heart skipped a beat because of you. You were shivering, hiding your chin and red tinted cheeks deeper into the collar of your winter coat. When you spotted him you reached out a gloved hand and waved.

“What the fuck are you doing outside, get in there or you’ll catch another cold.” He persisted, ushering you towards the entrance.

“Wow, good evening to you too.” You looked at him from under your woollen hat, surprised to get yelled at first thing you see him. Though, you did hear the upcoming pro-hero Dynamite, who went to the same lecture as you, was rather intense. “I don’t know, this place just looks fancy. Didn’t want to stand inside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.”

“So you stood outside like a dumbass not knowing where to go.”

“Exactly.”

He let you in and showed you around. After leaving your coat and getting a warm tea (his idea), you were ready to help with his training. The support students and university staff running around asked you to take off any unnecessary piece of clothing such as jewellery or sweaters that could get in the way. You gladly went through with their instructions.

You b-lined another student, a senior support course, who showed you the place where you’d be waiting to be rescued. The spacious arena was moulded into the shape of a city. Some buildings were fine, others rundown as if a villain attack rolled over them. There were paveways and roads, streetlamps and plastic trees. You even spotted a car, though it didn’t look like it could take off anytime soon. 

“It will look the same over and over. You sit or lie down in the place where I leave you and wait for your hero.” Your guide briefed the rules. “And every time pick out a different scenario and tie the band in the place that is put on it.” He handed you a dozen of ribbons with small notes attached to them. The first one you grabbed read: broken arm (tie around elbow).

“Sure.” You nodded your head and he left you on the second floor of a wannabe office building. There were a few chairs scattered around and a table that had a weird bite mark on it. You obediently wrapped the band around your arm and sat down on the floor, waiting.

You wondered how it’ll be, to get fake rescued. You were never in such a situation, always watching the villains from the comfort of your TV rather than first hand. What was Dynamite’s quirk? Suddenly you felt stupid for not knowing. On the other hand, you were never up to date with new heroes and all the popularity polls or colourful magazines. Guess you’d just have to wait and see.

Katsuki didn’t leave you for long. You were counting the pieces of shattered glass beneath your feet when a series of explosions passed beside the building. The small pieces you were meticulously adding shook and you let out a squeak when something heavy hit the wall behind you.

“Shut up, it's me.” Craning your neck, you saw Dynamite’s face, upside down, looking at you. He was halfway through the window. “What have you got?”

“God, you scared me.” You chuckled but quickly shut your mouth. The guide asked you to play the best victim you can. Victims shouldn’t laugh.

Dynamite hopped in front of you and crouched to read the note attached to your elbow. He mumbled something in the lines of fucking scenario and looked you straight in the eye.

“I’m gonna get you out of here.”

There wasn’t anything dramatic going on, it was even quiet outside save for a few shouts here and there. Yet, there was just something in a bulked man looking at you and promising you protection, one secured by his own arms. You felt like the guy from the firefighters video.

You couldn’t stop the giggle at the thought.

“What the fuck are you laughing at?” Dynamite spat.

“Nothing, nothing.” You shook your hands in front of your still laughing face. “Oh shit, this one’s supposed to be broken. Okay, just save me already.” You really fought with the snicker but the cheesiness and awkwardness of the whole situation had you in a chokehold.

“Whatever.” The hero sighed, visibly annoyed, and scooped you into his hands like a sack of potatoes. “I’ll need you to wrap your legs around me. Push the broken arm into my chest and use your healthy one to hold onto me.”

You did as instructed and glued yourself to him as tight as you could. He still held you with one of his arms and just when you started to wonder how the two of you would get down from the second floor he jumped out of the window.

A scream escaped your lips but it was muffled by a loud explosion.

For the next two hours you flew through the air in Dynamite’s hands over and over again. He held you in different ways, depending on your supposed injury, but every time you landed into the safe zone, you realised you were the first or nearly the first. That guy was quick like hell.

The last scenario rolled over and it was a panic attack. You were supposed to be physically fine but otherwise unresponsive and difficult to work with due to your shock. Dynamite tried to take extra steps to calm you down, speaking about how he’ll take you to safety and how it will all be over in a second. It looked like he was having a hard time.

“I need to touch you to take you somewhere safe.” He said, wrapping one of his hands around you.

When you were both at the safe zone, with cardboard paramedics to take care of you, Dynamite did something different. Instead of leaving you in the place where the group of injured would grow, he carried you straight to the ambulance.

“She has a panic attack.” He said to the empty fake vehicle and you just couldn’t take any more of it. You erupted in a fit of laughter. Your body shook in his hands and you gripped the X on his uniform to steady yourself. “What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You tried to explain but the laughter squeezed your throat. “I’m a shitty actor.”

“I see that.” Dynamite grumbled.

“Do you really need to talk to cardboard people and empty vehicles for two hours every week?” You asked, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“Is it really that fucking funny?”

“No, no! I get it.” You finally calmed down, letting go of the front of his costume. “It’s not that funny, maybe a bit but not that much. I think I’m just in a good mood.” You shrug your shoulders. “It was fun, flying with you, like a free rollercoaster ride.” You gave him a big, big smile. A big genuine smile. A big, genuine, lovely smile, with your eyes closed and teeth out and cheeks tinted pink.

People are stupid. That’s what Katsuki thinks. It’s not love at first sight. It’s love because of a single sight.

Even though Katsuki came to some fundamental conclusions in the topic of love he would get all defensive and intense when he was asked about how the two of you met. It would sound way better if he could say the two of you met, then started to talk more, then went on a date and agreed to meet each other and so on. He just felt so stupid, so awkward and silly when he had to admit that all it took for you was a single smile to make his heart skip a beat.

The worst part? It felt a little pathetic honestly, as if people never smiled at him, but truthly they didn’t, not like that. Not like you.

Katsuki still doesn’t believe in love at first sight. Yet, every other piece of his meticulously calculated equation of love was torn down and rewritten, all of which he gladly took.

[bkgsdoll]

bsf!virgin!bkg who had no idea what to do when a girl started rubbing him through his pants after a class. he immediately went to you for advice, the only person he can really talk to about anything.

"and.. she wanted me to touch her tits.. i didn't know what to fuckin' do!" the blond exclaims with furrowed eyebrows as he manspreads on the end of your bed while you sit at your vanity in front of him. you finish rubbing moisturizer into your face with a grin. "you've never even touched tits before?" you giggle, placing the cap back on the moisturizer. with a roll of his eyes, he grunts, "nope", popping the p sarcastically. you quickly get up from your vanity, taking your spot next to your bestest friend since high school. the close proximity usually wouldn't bother katsuki at all, having slept in your bed with you in it and used your shower. but under the circumstances, he can't ignore the weird feeling inside him.

out of nowhere, your pretty manicured hands pull his rough calloused ones off his legs and to your chest. his eyes immediately widen, looking up at your eyes with a quiet gulp. you hold his hands to you without any awkwardness in your behavior. "katsukii, these are what titties feel like. squeeze 'em." you say with a hint of teasing. he blinks with a slightly opened mouth. "yer a fuckin' weirdo." he playfully spits, nonetheless lightly squeezing your boobs for a fast second. you giggle, "there ya go. now you're prepared." you boop his nose and remove his hands. bakugou scoffs with a small smirk. "yeah, whatever." he says, ignoring the tightness in his baggy jeans.

[physicallyaveragementallyinsane]

quirkless au katsuki bakugo, who’s fresh out of college and meets you for the first time, hanging out with his idiot friends who didn’t introduce the two of you sooner.

(This turned out way longer than expected. Oops)

August is already right around the corner. The streets are beginning to fill up as it seems everyone’s preparing for the school season. The sun beating down on everything, illuminating the streets he’s walking down.

“Mina just texted, said everyone’s there. Wanna stop here and get something to drink before we head to her place?” Katsuki nodded and followed kirishima who was already opening the door to some local coffee shop katsuki never really remembered the name of.

Him and kirishima have spent, what seems like, the whole summer together. Not that katsuki had a choice in it. Both agreeing to rent an apartment after graduating. Kiri protesting it was the cheaper route for them both, and that he needed the company. Katsuki didn’t mind it at the time, but the more his roommate and friends dragged him around the city, the more he wished he would’ve just moved back home with his old hag.

an hour ago:

“C’mon bro, you can’t keep trying to hide in the apartment all summer.”

“I already said I’m not in the fucking mood to babysit you guys. Go without me.” katsuki retorts as he throws himself on the couch. He tried to ignore the phone calls from kaminari, sero, and mina, but it was hard to ignore kirishima when he can just show up whenever he pleases.

“It’ll be fun man! And you won’t have to babysit us. It’s just a cookout at Mina’s, nothing bad, I swear!” kirishima slams the door shut behind him pointing at katsuki who was trying his hardest to avoid the conversation, “Seriously I’m not leaving until you agree to go. I already let you get out of the last time!”

“Whatever.”

end of flashback.

After he finished being bombarded by everyone (mostly Mina who was pissed he ignored her 7 missed phone calls and 20 unanswered text messages) katsuki had settled himself in the kitchen of Mina’s lake house.

Often throughout high school, the group would find themselves spending weekends/holidays out at this place. Mina’s parents used to live in the house during the summer seasons to get away from the city, but in the groups first year of college, it was given to Mina to do whatever she pleased with.

Unlike the hustle and bustle the city, katsuki didn’t mind the quiet atmosphere out here and always enjoyed when the group would get together and hang out. Even if it did drive him absolutely insane sometimes.

The sun was already setting by the time he and kirishima arrived. Everyone inside helping mina get the food ready.

Except for you.

Katsuki hadn’t seen you before. No one said anything about someone else being here. Were you with Sero? Maybe Kaminari, but last katsuki checked him and jirou were still together?

“Y/n. She’s a friend from one of my classes last year. I tried to tell you she would be here but you decided to ignore my phone calls.” Katsuki shifted his gaze from you to Mina who was staring at him with attitude.

“why’s she sittin out there by herself? She weird or something?”

“Nah. She just probably doesn’t want to listen to everyone. She’s kind of like you in way. Gets annoyed easily. Especially by these two morons.” Mina repsponded as she smacked Denki and Sero on the hands as they were trying to sneak pieces of food she was cutting up for dinner.

Katsuki hummed in response as he looked back in your direction. He wondered if he’s ever crossed paths with you before. He must’ve at somepoint right? Not that it really mattered.

As Mina finished prepping the food, katsuki left the kitchen and found himself in the living room lost to a conversation kiri, sero and denki were having. During this time he must’ve not noticed you move in the living room until sero chirped out, “hey she’s finally not pissed at us kaminari!”

The comment making you giggle softly as you made your way to sit next to the two. “You guys make my ears want to bleed. I just needed to not hear you two talk for a bit.” Your eyes moved from them and glanced in katsuki’s direction.

His heart skipped a beat when you smiled and opened your mouth to introduce yourself to him. what the fuck-

“You’re bakugo right? Mina’s talked about you a bit. It’s nice to meet you finally.” You were beautiful. Katsuki found himself lost for words, which wasn’t particularly normal for him. All he could get out was a,

“Uh- Yeah.” Just as he was about to try and say something else, Mina shouted that the food was ready. You, denki, and sero, made your ways to the kitchen, working through the food. Katsuki stayed in his seat on the couch watching you talk and laugh at the boys and mina.

You must’ve met them all before.

How come they never said anything about you sooner?

Why does he care this much, he just met you.

“Mina introduced us to her about a month ago. Y’know, the last time you decided to not hang out with us” kirishima stared at katsuki with a half assed smile on his face.

“Why is everyone being such a prick about that. I didn’t feel like coming out here. Besides no one told me Mina was gonna bring her.” Kirishima laughed at katsuki as he stood up from the couch, looking down at the blonde,

“I don’t know man, seems to me you’re just pissed you didn’t meet her sooner.” Katsuki rolled his eyes, kicking kirishima in the shin. His eyes shifted back to you and met your gaze which was already staring at him.

Little did katsuki know, you just finished fighting with Mina about how she didn’t tell you her hot friend from college was going to be here tonight.

God, you could just kill her, and so could katsuki.

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I did not proofread this so I apologize in advance if it is horrible. I just needed to get it out of my head. 🙏

[shutit-haha]

"Katsuki," you swayed, "I think I might have been roofied."

"What!?" He gives himself whiplash from how fast he turns, neck cracking and muscles giving a slight pull. The two of you are in some damn frat house because someone invited you and you REALLY wanted to go. Knowing full well that you would stay here for an hour tops, half-hour if everything was already in full swing. This was certainly knew though, I mean 45 minutes in and you've been ROOFIED!

"I said," you leaned against him. Closing your eyes and attempting to take deep breaths even though those very same breaths seemed to make it feel worse. "Sorry Kat," you grabbed at him tightly with your hand. "My stomach's getting all swirly."

He goes into full fucking panic mode. His large hands wraps around your arm a little too tightly dragging you into the crowd with him. He's moving like a fucking linebacker just shoving whoever's in his way. The blonde takes a sharp left turn around a corner yanking you into a hallway with him. The lights here are shut off making it damn near pitch black. His shoulder slams into strangers making out and dry humping and the two of you cringe at the moans that come from the many bedrooms. The floor underneath your feet is sticky, and with the way you feel right now it's a fight just to rip yourself off the wood. Your muscles feel heavy, eyes barely open. The world keeps swirling and spinning, bright colors popping out at you even in the darkness. There's this terrible throbbing between your legs, making your thighs tremble slightly.

"Kat," you whine. He kicks open the bathroom door throwing out the couple currently occupying the space.

"Yea," he gently guides you over to the toilet bowl. "Wait actually don't fucking touch anything in here, it's all disgusting. Bastards don't know how to fuckin act." He's tugging you out into the hallway again, the couple from just a few seconds ago scurrying back in.

"Katsuki," your legs are struggling to keep up. You feel weak in the knees, stumbling over yourself as a result. Your hearing comes and goes, a war between absolute silence and migraine inducing noise. "Bakugo I can't," air escapes you in huffed breaths. "I can't keep up, please," you beg him.

The blonde -still rushing for a reason you don't understand anymore- scoops you up in his arms. "I'm gonna get that shit out of your system, and kill that asshole. Fuckin scum, piece of shit doesn't deserve to walk the earth." He grumbles clutching on to you even tighter. Your brain is so fuzzy you giggle at his silly words. "What," he looks down at you for a quick second.

"Hot, Kat. Tired," you yawn. Moving with large strides Bakugo carries the two of you out of the fraternity. You shiver the moment the cool air hits your sweating skin. "Cold," you whine curling into him and wrapping tightly around his neck. The poor man chokes with the grip you've got him in. How the hell is he expected to breath in a condition like this?! Not only that but you're pressed flush against him with the way you've twisted yourself around.

"HAH, didn't you jus' fuckin say you where hot?!"

"I'm hot on the inside Katsuki," you screech and wail. You say it like it's common knowledge and it kills him a little. "Wait," your hands fly outward. "I got throw up." The man damn near drops you, only half careful of how he's handling you. Your feet hit the ground and you bend at the ankles and then knees. Just as you're situated it all hurls itself back up. It's ok though, because he's here to hold back your hair for you.

"Gotta get your dumbass home," he mumbles under his breath. You whine bringing your hand up to your mouth to wipe away the mess, only for Bakugo to grab at your wrist. "Don't you fuckin' dare, that shit's gross."

"How am I supposed to clean myself," you look up at him with big blown pupils. Your lashes leave long shadows on your face from the streetlight, lips puffy from whatever drug was forced into your system. There's water lining the bottom of your eyes, a result from emptying your guts, and you're still so hot.

"Just hold on a minute, dammit." His head whips around in search of something, though to no one's surprise there's not much to clean with on the front lawn. His eyes fix onto the door, resignation settling in. "Don't you fucking move from here," he points down at you aggressively. "Do you understand?"

You nod absentmindedly, hand coming up to your mouth once again.

"Don't do that shit! Just sit still dammit, I'll be right back." He hates having to run back into that fucking mess of a party. It reeks worse than it did before, the odor much more noticeable after breathing in some fresh fucking air. He fears that if he makes the wrong step he'll roll his ankle from the sticky floor, and then theirs all the bodies. These jiggling, sweaty bodies, in sync and yet still so far off beat. He's quick, bulldozing through all those extras to get to where he's going. You've been fucking drugged by one of these damn creeps and part of Bakugo worries that they'll find you while you're all alone out there.

"Katsuki," big gooey smile, when he emerges back outside. A shiver racks through him, the cold catching him off guard. He immediately steels himself right afterward determined not to let it happen again. "Katsuki," you sing, "kat-suki, suki, kat. kat, suki," you giggle and then smile. You're clearly out of your damn mind, body rocking back and forth while your hands grip onto your ankles tightly. You look like a fucking kindergartener, at the thought of that he snorts.

"Here," he throws the whole paper towel roll at you.

"Thank yoou," more singing, and an even bigger grin.

He only spares you a couple seconds to clean yourself before he's yanking you up onto your feet. The rough skin of his hand wraps around your elbow, and you stumble right into his side. The roll is hugged close to your buddy like some sort of stuffed animal, thighs pressed together tightly. "Can you carry me again?" Your eyes fall shut sleepily, cheek resting against his hard shoulder.

"Hah!?"

"Please," your hip presses against his now. "Please, I'll kiss you if you'll do it for me."

"Don't say that shit," his cheeks dust pink like a school boy.

You giggle, "I'll kiss you even if you don't pick me up." Paper towel roll still pressed against your chest, you lean into him lips grazing under his jaw. "I wanna kiss you," you hum breathing in his scent.

"Don't say that shit!"

"But I wanna kiss someone," you whine.

"Someone?"

"Anyone," you kiss the flesh at his jaw and neck.

"That shit's getting to you."

You nod absentmindedly again, placing another kiss on his warm skin. "Mhm, I think so."

"I'm taking you home," he bends at the knees slightly begrudgingly picking you up.

"Mmmm," you hum, "I like the sound of that."

He squeezes your thighs harshly receiving a slight hiss from you. "Gotta fucking behave if I'm gonna be doing this shit for you. Not gonna fucking baby you for you to be a brat."

Your arms wrap around his neck bringing yourself as close to him as possible. That damn paper towel roll still smooshed between the two of you. "Does that mean you're gonna punish me?" It was said so innocently, still made his cock twitch.

"Don't say that shit," he growls at you, jostling your body as a way of adjusting himself.

"I'm sorry," you kiss his neck, "I'm sorry."

"Don't do that shit either."

"But," you grind against his abs, "I need to feel something."

"Not me! Take care of yourself later," the thought of you touching yourself quickly popped into his head. Once again he was jostling you to adjust his pants.

"You feel so good," another innocent comment as you grind yourself against him.

"What's I say about behaving," he snaps at you.

"But you said to take care of myself."

"Later!"

"Are you gonna punish me now?"

Thank god the car was coming into view. "Oi! I'll fucking drop you!" He hakes his head, "the hells your obsession with that shit."

You shrug, "like how your hands feel on my ass." Another kiss to his neck, and then your hips jolt on their own grinding against his hard abs. This time you just can't stop yourself, the pit of your stomach feels like it's on fire and the way your muscles are contracting- you just have to. You need too.

"Hey," some part of his subconscious had clearly been paying attention to you. The part about his hands, and the punishment, because his hand came up and then down in one sudden slap. You could hear it whoosh in the air, and then that crackle when it met your rear. You stilled, moaning and arching your back. He nearly fucking dropped you, the one hand holding you completely unprepared for that hell of an arch.

"Fuck," you panted. Your lips kissed a trail up his neck and then nipped the skin behind his ear. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry d-" You bit your lip, suppressing what so desperately wanted to be said.

He fucking dropped you.

Your legs where shaky, knees buckling soon as your feet hit the floor. You expected to fall onto your knees just like you did on the lawn, but he slammed you up against the car. Your back roughly hit the metal, one hand keeping your hip trapped against it, the other hand keeping hold of your wrist. "You're driving me fucking crazy you know that," he spat in your face. His breath fanned against your skin, eyes burning. "I have no clue what that fucker gave you but-"

You kissed him, hips wiggly in his hand in search of friction. He bit your bottom lip, teeth sinking into plush, your back arched. "Fuck me, please. Please just fuck me, swear I'll stop after that. It'll make it stop just fuck me please just-"

He leaned back in, mouths smashing together, teeth clinking just before he forces his tongue in catching a taste of your mouth. Aphrodisiac, "bastard gave you a fucking rape drug."

You shake your head, hips wiggling with more vigor. "No want it," you breath heavily, "want it."

He shoves you aside, opening the passenger door for you, "just the drug."

"No," you're crying now. Hand venturing down to your waist band to give yourself some kind of relief. "Want you," you bite your lip when your hand grazes your clit. "I-" pant, "want you." All your weight is held up by the car, eyes shut to better see the fantasies. "Fuck," you groan.

He doesn't know what to do, he's kind of just watching you. It feels gross, feels wrong but, fuck he likes it. Mouth agape while you fuck yourself to him. It's not real. He's gonna wale up. It's just a wet dream, a movie.

"Wanted you since-" gulp, "that compression shirt, at the- at the gym." You whimper at that, "sweat, nipples were hard." Your eyes open all half lidded and hazy, pupils having consumed whatever color was once there. Your sclera isn't even visible anymore. "You're such a whore," as if your fucking pussy wasn't literally squelching right now.

That was it for him, you weren't gonna fucking insult him like that. As if you were some fucking saint. Yeah, right. He slams the passenger door shut, the back door flying open followed by him quickly shoving you into the car. Your back bounces on the leather seats, one hand quickly rushing to yank down your pants and underwear. The burly man climbs in right after you moving with quick hast, he shuts the door behind him with another loud slam.

"Keep that fucking mouth shut," hand squeezing a the sides of your throat. He's fucked once or twice, never like this. In the back of his car, cock aching, in such a hurry. With the way you were acting it seems like it's only take a couple strokes before you tapped out, you had already been edging yourself in a way. (I mean with you grinding and whatever else and him stopping you every other five seconds.)

He unbuttons his jeans, briefly thinking about turning on the air-conditioning only to decide against it. Fuck it, let the windows fog up. (That'd be new too.) Katsuki doesn't even unzip his pants he just tugs at the sides and forces the zipper to go down itself. You brely catch a glimpse of his boxers before those too are tugged down his muscled thighs. Damn gym rat.

He rudely slaps away the hand you have between your legs, only to smack his dick against your clit. "Condom," you mutter.

"Didn't I say to shut up," it's a nasty snarl, yet still you have the balls to smile at him.

"Please," you spread your legs for him.

"Didn't bring one," fuck please don't tell him this is what's gonna cock block him. He'll fucking destroy this car with the amount of anger that wants to blow. Yet you ever so seductively reach into your bra and pull one out.

"Here." You take it between your teeth tearing at the packaging while he pumps himself. You pass it over to him, the wrapper gracefully falling somewhere underneath the seat, condom rolled on in a blink. No prep, just his dick getting shoved into you.

It's a stretch, a painful, hissing stretch. Your tugging at his shirt pulling it off of him while you adjust, his hands sliding up and under to unhook your bra. "Move," it's a command, an order. And despite his big fucking ego, he listens to you. One large hand placed next to your head, the either forcing your shirt up as it ghost over your body. Your scratching at his back, and rubbing his scalp. It's an odd combo of pain and pleasure for the both of you as a result. "More," you're shouting now, "more," you gasp.

"Take your shirt off," his voice is gravelly and out of breath. The hand once fondling with your breast is now gripping under your thigh. It's pushing your legs up and up and up, till they're resting right on top of his strong shoulders. Your pussy clenches around him upon feeling the muscle moving under your legs. His mouth comes down to suck your right nipple, eyes staring dead into yours.

Fuck you're cuming, quick with his name on your tongue. "Not fuckin' done," he groans, grinding into you with another thrust. "Don't even think about movin' didn't-" He hisses, "fuck, didn't get to cum yet." Another grind and then he's bringing a calloused finger to your clit.

"Katsuki..."

"Yeah baby," it's low and husky, drawing more slick from you.

"Was lying about the condom." He gives you a harsh thrust at that, clearly fucking pissed. "Don't give a shit about it," he nearly pulls all the way out to slam back in. "Just wanted to-"

"Get to the fuckin' point," other hand squeezing at your throat.

"Want you to come in me," you're fucking yelling. "Please," begging.

"Fuck baby, that's enough to make me come on the spot."

You whine at that, "no."

"No?"

"No, please. Inside please."

He pulls out, smirking when he sees how your walls clench around the empty space. "Missing me," he teases rolling off the condom carelessly dropping it onto the floor. In a snap he's back in, three strokes and then he's gone.

The liquid is fucking hot, it's scorching. You wanna taste, wish you would have gotten the chance to. The thought of that has your walls fluttering and coming a second time. Your eyes are all dazed and glossy, hair sticking to your neck and forehead. Carefully Katsuki pulls your shaking legs off his shoulders, while your hand reaches up to push his hair out of your face. "Fuck you're a brat," your lip tint smeared all over his lips.

It makes you smile all soft and gooey. "I'm tired now."

He snorts, pulling your underwear back onto you. "'Course you are," he tugs on his boxers and jeans. "Don't let any of that shit spill out you understand me?" He's pointing at you, face back to that scowl. You nod, pulling your pants back on. The both of you tug on your shirts, he moves to the front while you remain laying in the back. You find a sweater of his and tug it on while he starts the car, rolling down the windows to air the thing out.

"We're doing that shit at least one more time," he says pulling the car out of park.

"You're place or mine," you smile at him through the rearview mirror.

[torusmistress]

currently cant stop thinking about modern au college!bakugou. (gn!reader)

the smart blonde pretty boy who’s so quiet in all of your lectures, but chipping in with answers and sometimes even correcting your professor.

collage au!bkg who you often make eye contact with when you look over at him just to see him already looking at you

college au!bkg who seems to be getting closer and closer to the area you sit at as the weeks pass by

college au!bkg who you quietly go sit by one day and it’s been like that ever since

college au!bkg who stays after class with you to help you understand anything you didn’t during lecture

college au!bkg who offers to walk around campus with you to go get lunch

college au!bkg who genuinely enjoys your company and asks for your number, “just in case”

college au!bkg who accepts your offer when you ask for him to come over and work on a project together

college au!bkg who invites you over when his friends and roommates have a small get together over at his apartment

college au!bkg who looks forward to class even more because of you

[not-kat]

randomly got the urge to revisit an old flame

[valleyofthelilly]

Texts With Katsuki but You're An Exchange Student: Part 1

PREVIOUS

Tags: Exchange student!Reader x Katsuki, Female!Reader, Uncle Might, Bestie Izuku, SMAU, Traumatic childhood, University AU, characters are 20/21, war never happened for the sake of our happiness.

The walk to the training facility was quite peaceful. In the short time you'd known him, you'd noticed Midoriya was a talker. He was asking questions about your quirk, how you learned to use it given the circumstances of your childhood, millions of things.

Usually you'd feel inclined to tell someone to fuck all the way off upon being asked any of these questions. But the space between you and your new friend felt comfortable, which was something you couldn't say you'd experienced in a long time. If anything the tension in your life had been palpable the past few months, even if it was only between you and yourself.

When the two of you finally arrived at the training facility you were happy to find it empty with the exception of All Might. He was perched on the opposite side of the room, on what looked to be a spectators bench. He raised a hand high and waved both of you over.

"Young Midoriya, Young (y/n), lock the door behind you and come on over so I can explain today's exercise." He nodded in the direction of the door and Midoriya turned to lock it. You made for the side of the room All Might was sitting on with Midoriya a few steps behind.

While All Might explained what you'd be doing you took off your overcoat. You hadn't wanted it to be ridiculously obvious where you were going, especially not after blowing off your practical partner. So you'd opted to throw the biggest flannel known to man over your training suit.

The mock up of your current gear held up well enough for it to be a training suit, one comparable to the one you've used in combat. Though the gear itself was a little... ratty. It hadn't been updated in quite some time and would without a doubt benefit from some TLC. You made a mental note to visit the support department before All Might spoke.

"Alright, go ahead and show us what you can do kiddo." He nodded as he motioned for Midoriya to sit next to him.

You tilted your head in confusion.

"Huh? I thought we were supposed to-"

"Nope. If your enemy is to have a fair fight they need to understand the range of your abilities, and yours is quite wide. Regardless of strength, It would be both unfair and reckless to send Midoriya in blind, even in a sparring match."

"Fair point, but then what do you want me to do?"

"Simple, use your quirk in the best way you know how. Show off a little if that's what you want to do," All Might waved his hand flippantly, "I just want to see what you're capable of and where your limits are, so that you can surpass them. The last time I saw you use your quirk was years ago. I would imagine you've improved since then?" He quirked a brow. Midoriya sat beside him with a notebook in his lap, looking between the two of you.

"I have." You nodded curtly, beginning to understand what was being asked of you.

"Then the floor is yours Young (y/n)." All Might gestured to the expansive training room behind you. You turned towards the open space, calmly walked to the center of the room, and thought through your plan. If improvement was what was being asked of you, why not show just how many of your limits you've surpassed?

Overhead you counted six rows of ten high-powered lights, making for sixty total. With those, plus the air conditioning, plus the rest of the technology in here, you figured you should be set. Electrical energy seemed to be the safest route while still being impressive.

Taking a deep inhale you tightened your core, the very inside of your soul to be as hard as rock. "Siphon." You breathed out on the exhale, you made an effort to feel every molecule of electricity within your reach. The current expanse of your quirk was the training room. If necessary, you could triple your reach, but you didn't want to take power from any of the dorm buildings.

Push your energy out, grab more of it, pull, compress.

Push your energy out, grab more of it, pull, compress.

Push your energy out, grab more of it, pull, compress.

You could feel your insides burning, but not in a way that hurt. They burned in the way that let you know you were sucking up every volt of energy available to you. In such a way that you could feel the energy building on itself and multiplying.

You didn't notice the way the lights went out, or the way the AC stopped working, or the electrical lock on the door come undone. You only knew you'd taken all you could when the breaker popped, then exploded with a resounding clap.

The way that you looked during was unbeknownst to you. But if you had to guess by the, "Oh my, oh my, what?" that Midoriya breathed out with wide eyes, you'd say terrifying.

If the way that All Might was looking at you like a proud father was any indication, you'd say you did your job.

Smiling softly you looked down at your, now glowing, skin. Electricity danced across it softly until you allowed it to dissipate. Simply deactivating it and storing it as potential energy.

"When I told you to show me what you got, I didn't mean to cut the power out. Jeez kid, what have they been feeding you over there?" All Might joked with a smile, one you returned to him proudly.

an: if you read all of this thank you??? and let me know what you thought please, it's always appreciated sm, i love feedback. i'm sorry this was so long. the next parts won't be this beefy i swear (unless y'all want them to be, lmk). i just wanted to get a scene of reader's quirk use in even though the description kind of sucked?? any guesses on what our quirk is? also it will be much more katsuki heavy in the future. just needed to get the setup done!

[misdeliria]

wake up in the sky / aka 'a day in yn's life' [c!bkg x reader]

not beta'd, totally projecting, was stoned for half of the writing process (enjoy!)

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You were acutely aware of Bakugou's hesitance towards your relationship with marijuana. While part of you was confident that if he wasn't interested, he wouldn't be showing the generosity that you were receiving, the other part of you wished you hadn't first met him stoned as fuck. Knowing Bakugou, your initial interaction likely left a lasting impression.

Every time you thought back on how you froze when he walked in and lost complete function, because he was absolutely fine in that wife-beater, you cringe and have the urge to hide because you know he caught you gawking. You hated to admit that you did pass him off as a fuckboy, and remember how his expression tightened when you boldly mentioned meaningless sex before he asked you out at Kaminari's shindig.

Waving the thought from your head, you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his body against yours.

Bakugou had pulled you into his lap at the beginning of movie night, after everyone had gotten seated and finally quieted down after opening all of their snacks.

Unfortunately for him, Kaminari decided to light a joint right as the movie was beginning and you can't just not share it with him. So when you take the jay, you lean as far away from Bakugou as you can (even exaggerating it), and you can hear him grumble and grip on you, ensuring you don't slide off. He kept his eyes forward on the screen the entire time, but you could feel his discomfort, and you've been sitting in his lap overthinking since. The car crash in the movie was what brought you out of your disassociation.

And, there you go. Full circle. Okay, focus.

You ran your hand slowly against Bakugou's chest as you gently nudged the top of your head under his chin. Please show me I'm still here.

Remarkably, he raised his arm to cup your face and leaned away to meet your eyes with his signature disinterested scowl. He looked over your face before pressing two pecks to your cheekbone.

"Y'good?" He kept his voice low and you appreciated that. Nodding, you give him a dopey smile to convey your inebriated state, and you can make out a gentle light in his eyes.

With a hum a soft laugh, you press a kiss to the fabric of his shirt against your face.

"Fucking pothead," you hear him mumble through the vibration of his chest on your ear.

You pull your head away and try to frown, but your eyes are practically closed so you're sure he's confident you won't actually go anywhere.

"You got a problem with that?" You snip quietly, trying to cover your offense with aggression.

To your irritation, Bakugou just rolled his eyes and pulled you back against him.

You struggled for a moment, Bakugou clutching your head like a football to his chest. You gave up easily as soon as wave of drowsiness washed over you, and you eventually fell asleep. Bakugou ended up getting trapped beneath you, but he looked unbothered as the movie played.

You ended up sleeping over and Bakugou had to text your roommate after your phone kept going off against his leg.

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Before you met Bakugou, you thought you were the biggest early bird you knew, but he had you beat in comparison. You strongly envied him for making getting out of bed so easy. Meanwhile, you're on the other side of the bed on your phone, contemplating if you actually want to get up or not.

You couldn't blame yourself entirely though, you were waking up at 4am for the gym just to workout with Bakugou. As it was your choice to join him, you argued it was worth it and decided blaming him for the absurd start time.

You were smart enough to pack your gym clothes in your bag the night before and lucky enough to keep all your gym gear in Bakugou's car. You truthfully hadn't been planning on staying the night.

Getting dressed for the gym was a blur, as was your morning routine in the bathroom. Bakugou liked to use the bathroom after you. because it kept you from spacing out and taking too long, but that also meant that you would go on auto-pilot for your skincare and hygiene and barely have a functional thought as you tried to make time.

Early mornings with Bakugou were often quiet. Him, naturally quiet without the antagonization from his friends, and you, from trying to warm up to the land of the living. Communicating was a series of grunts and soft hums as you would try to get grabby with him for his body heat. Bakugou would actively dodge around you to coax you out the door.

You obsessed to your roommate about how Bakugou always let you take aux, as long as you queued what he wanted, but he never made any suggestion. That made you warm all over. Or, maybe you were overthinking it and he actually just doesn't care? It's not that deep?

No, he likes your music. He's told you he likes your music.

"Hey, you okay?" Bakugou's voice was rougher in the morning, but you kind of liked it. To top it off, he reached over the console to hold your leg, giving it a little squeeze.

"Oh, yeah, sorry," you mumbled, returning to your original task of picking the music. "Tired."

Then, your playlist started and the rest of the car ride was silent as the sun's glow was peeking over the horizon.

-

As much as you liked working out with Bakugou, you understood that he was a lone wolf in the weight room. You purposely arranged your workout splits so that one or two days don't match up, and it worked perfectly with the rest of your schedule.

Between sets you were catching yourself spacing out and not as immersed in the exercises as you normally were. That instantly sparked concern in you and you tried to think back on if you took your meds in the bathroom earlier that morning.

You silently cursed when you realized you left them in your bag and didn't want Bakugou to see you taking them out. You weren't ready to have to explain yourself. You swore to yourself that you'd take them after you got back to the changing room.

You finished the rest of your workout, keeping in mind that today might just be one of those days. By the end of it, you felt exhausted and already burned out for the day. You didn't even bother taking gym photos like you normally would, focusing on finishing up your time at the gym.

"How was your workout?" You chirped, bouncing in your step as Bakugou held the door open for you to leave.

He shrugged. "Same as always," he said. "What did you do?"

Your after-pump routine with Bakugou, you noticed, started immediately after leaving. Every time, without fail, you would ask how his workout went, he would brush it off, then ask you to tell him about yours. Even when you did workouts together, you could find hours-worth of things to chat about regarding your gym session: there was a guy grunting obnoxiously loud at the squat rack, a girl was wearing a cute sports bra you wanted to know the brand of, you increased weight in one of your exercises today.

You could tell Bakugou was genuinely listening, even if he wasn't facing you. You had a habit of turning in the passenger seat to face him when you went on one of your tangents, so you got comfortable talking to the side of his face. If not for his insightful commentary or assuring grip on your leg, you'd think you were annoying him.

You were in the middle of going over the style of the girl's bra when you came up to the passenger door of Bakugou's car. You looked at the handle and froze for a moment, halting mid-sentence.

You looked down at the sweater in your arms and water bottle hanging from your fingers and suddenly felt lost.

"Um," you muttered, trying to rack your brain for the words you were saying while also thinking about how to open the door with items in your hands. "Fuck, sorry." You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you prioritize opening the door over your story.

"What was that?" The thud of Bakugou's door behind him knocked some reality back into you, and you sheepishly laughed.

"Yeah, just short-circuited a little."

He let out a chuckle before starting the engine. You felt yourself shrink a little as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Shit, you forgot your meds again. Idiot.

-

You had three classes today, one of your heaviest days of the week. One of them was only fifty minutes but the other two were ninety minutes. On top of that, you also picked up a short shift at work.

Throughout the day, you had been taking rips from your stiizy to maintain a manageable level of inebriation.

You felt like your insides were shriveling up and the desperate desire to scream at the next person that tried to talk to you. You wanted to go home.

Sitting in a secluded, grassy area near the hall you just finished at, you scrolled on your phone and took a rip of your stiizy, wondering how much longer before you could leave campus. Your heart jumped when the ringtone started going off, but relief quickly settled when you saw Bakugou was calling you.

"Hey, what's up?" You answered, resting your temple against the palm of your hand and closing your eyes.

"I'm done with classes," he grumbled through the phone. "Are you coming over today?"

"Maybe," you mumbled, quickly trying to think of a reason why. Bakugou was quiet on the other end for a moment before huffing.

"Alright. Let me know when you get out of class, and I can pick you up."

The corner of your lips twitched upward and you took another rip, enjoying the content that coursed through you for the first time today.

"Are you sure? I might not want to come over after."

"Yeah. Least I'll get to see you. That okay?"

You hummed in approval and picked at the grass, mildly worrying that he could tell you were a little high.

"Appreciate it. I'll see you later then." A grunt came from the other end and when it stayed silent, you took that as your sign to hang up.

Bakugou hung up on you as you were about to say something ONCE, and you refuse to get over it. Now, he patiently waits for you to hang up to avoid missing anything you want to share.

Your upcoming and final class of the day you considered skipping, but decided to keep yourself accountable. Plus, Kaminari shared this class with you and, shockingly, his company was relieving to have.

By the time you decided to set up shop in the lecture hall, it was already half-filled. You found a spot near the middle and reserved the seat next to you.

"What's up, momma'." Kaminari effortlessly slid into his reserved spot, and dipped the sunglasses over his eyes down the bridge of his nose. With his eyes revealed, you could make out the straining red and glassy look in his pupils.

“I hate you,” you mumbled, slumping in your seat.

“Sorry, girl,” he apologized, albeit lacking the sympathetic tone. “We can spark up later? Are you coming over?”

You shrugged, toying with the corner of your book.

“Don’t think so. I was thinking of dipping early, actually. Catch the train." Kaminari frowned.

"Bak's not picking you up?"

"No," you exasperated, rolling your eyes. "He insisted, but I told him it was fine with walking. He was a handful about it."

Kaminari's lips quickly stretched into a grin, and he slowly leaned in closer.

"You know, he really likes you," he said, quietly.

"I'd hope so," you jested. "We've been going out for three months."

"I'm serious," Kaminari insisted. "He's been different ever since he met you. Definitely humbled him a bit."

"What are you talking about," you laughed. "He's still so...uppity."

"Yeah, and if you think he's bad now, he was worse before."

You weren't sure why, but that left you disappointed.

-

"I thought we said I was going to pick you up after?" Bakugou was pressed. "How come you didn't at least text me you were leaving early?"

"Because you would've tried to pick me up," you said with amusement.

You had made it home and immediately changed into pajamas. You made sure to send a message to Bakugou that you were already home before getting ready to pack the bowl piece. He ended up calling you halfway into it.

He was silent for a moment on the other end. You wondered if he was actually upset.

"Is everything alright?" You heard him mumble, noting the concealed concern. "Did I do something?"

"What are you talking about," you said calmly. "You didn't do anything wrong. Why do you think I'm not alright?"

"You were a little distant today after we left the gym."

"Oh, I didn't mean to be," you said candidly. "I was a little scatterbrained today, and I'm exhausted. Universe kinda took it out on me today."

"How about I come over and you can tell me about it?"

You froze, eyes darting to the packed trash can in your room and you pictured the piling dishes and corner of cardboard boxes.

"Maybe another night," you concede.

Bakugou's been to your place before, but you were given enough time to clean obsessively the night before he came over. You start putting together a list in your head of things to clean and throw away.

"Like, tomorrow?" You smiled to yourself, pleased that he wanted to see you as much as you did him.

"Sure, tomorrow works." You hold in a deep sigh as you imagined your long list of chores to get done before tomorrow evening. "Alright, I have to let you go. Gotta make sure the place is in tip-top shape for his royal assness."

"I never asked you to clean for me," he answered bluntly.

"Yeah, I know," you drawl shyly. "It makes me feel better. It's more for me than you."

"Whatever you say. Talk to you later?"

"Yeah. Don't miss me too much." You waited another moment before ending the call and dropped your hand on your lap. You started going over the list of chores to get done before Bakugou came over.

With a dramatic moan, you drop your head into your hands and continue groaning against your palms until you run out of breath.

And you still haven't taken your meds.

-

In the end, you didn't clean the apartment. You managed to clean your room and shower, but the dishes and trash were still untouched. You ended up ranting about it to your roommate, who offered to help clean up, but you didn't want to put anything on her.

It all made your heart sink with shame and your fingers twitched with discomfort.

"You seriously wanted to go out tonight?" Bakugou grumbled gently. His eyes trained forward on the road. You lowered the volume on your phone.

Not really. "Yeah, I need to loosen up a little. I've had a tense few days."

"You couldn't do that in Kaminari's room?"

You huffed at his interrogation.

"I want to scream and dance and drink crappy alcohol," you list, expressing subtle irritation. It totally wasn't subtle. "You might not understand that though because you don't go to parties."

Bakugou scoffed and pinched your leg, earning him a squeal from you. "We're going to my party. Kaminari, Eiji, a few others you might know are in KA."

"Pike," you grumble, slumping in your seat. "I can't believe I met a bunch of rich people and they're all in Greek Life."

"We're not rich, I'm telling you."

You didn't bother with a response, knowing he would continue to say otherwise.

"This is your first party with me," you pointed out. "At your frat. Wow, I hope you're ready to keep up."

"I'm not drinking, idiot. I'm driving."

"What?" You frowned. "No, it's okay. I know Sero's in KA. He said we could stay in one of the rooms."

Bakugou's face wrinkled in disgust. "And sleep in that disgusting pig pen? Fuck. No."

You internally panicked and wondered briefly if he'd take you back to your place and want to stay the night. The trash and dishes that still had to be dealt with. You desperately didn't want him to see that.

"Are you taking us back to yours after?"

He shot at glance at you before preparing to park in a narrow spot.

"We can. I was trying to stay at your place though."

You went rigid and your face felt hot. "Why?"

"You're taking up too much space at mine," Bakugou shrugged. He moved the car in one swift motion into the spot and put the car in park. "Bout time I take up some at yours...I'd like to, I mean." He cleared his throat and you spared Bakugou the embarrassment of staring at him. In the corner of your eye though, you could see the red creeping up his neck. "We never stay at your place."

You hesitated for a moment. "Maybe." Picking at your fingers, you thought on your past experiences with guys you brought home. It brought back feelings of disgust over their quality and embarrassment for opening up to them.

But Bakugou wasn't like them. He was reliable, and he cared so much for you. You knew that.

"We'll see what I say after a few drinks," you say playfully.

Bakugou took your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. "Sounds good."

Hands banging against your window made you shriek and jump in your seat. You could Kaminari's laugh outside your door, along with a few others.

"I hope you get bored fast," Bakugou mumbled, narrowing his eyes at the boys.

-

The inside of the Phi Kappa Alpha house was enormous. You had never been to one their parties, but you knew that they were at the top of the food chain in Greek Life.

The party was packed and rowdy and you were immediately not into it. You weren't much of a party animal with how you preferred weed over alcohol, but you could honestly admit it was a stall to keep Bakugou from your place.

After you talked in the car, you contemplated how soon should you want to leave, and if you were letting him come over.

He'll certainly ask questions about the dirty dishes and trash everywhere and then think you're lazy and making excuses. That's what others think. Do they?

Shit, you're not supposed to drink on your meds, idiot. You looked down at the empty red solo cup you dropped on the floor for the pledges to clean up tomorrow.

Wait, I forgot to take my meds.

Again?

"Hey, how you doing?" Some random guy approached you and tried to start a conversation with you. You felt a flicker of irritation in your gut for being bothered as you were waiting for Bakugou to come back with more drinks.

"I'm not interested," you admit, leaning close so you don't announce it to others around you. "But, thanks."

The guy scoffed. "Geez, I was just trying to be friendly. Fuck me, I guess."

Gaslighter, don't engage.

"Bye," you respond, looking away to check if Bakugou was coming back.

"You know, you're kind of a bitch. This is supposed to be a party."

You glare daggers at the guy, acknowledging how he's clearly drunk and just being a dick. "Go fuck yourself, how's that for a party?"

"I think it's time for you to go, sweetheart." The guy moved to grab you, but Bakugou wrapped a paw around his wrist before a finger was laid.

"What do you think you're doing, pledge?" Anger shimmered in his eyes and you knew he was going to be less reasonable.

"Oh, Bakugou!" The guy yelped, yanking his arm free. "This girl is just a little too drunk, you know. Thought I'd help her home."

"You just said everything wrong, bub." Bakugou grabbed the pledge candidate by the collar of his shirt and you shouted for Kaminari, who was relaxing against the wall on the other side of the room.

"Katsuki, enough!" You shouted, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back. You silence him with a dark look when he twists his head to look at you, and he reluctant shoves the guy away. "He's just a fucking idiot."

"I want you out." Bakugou turned his sharp eyes back onto the guy. "You're dropped, or whatever the fuck. I don't want to see you here again."

"What?" The guy exasperated with a heavy slur. "Why? For some cunt you're scr-"

You didn't give him a chance to finish before you swung your fist into his face. He fell back but was caught by a few onlookers.

"You two know where his dorm is?" Bakugou squinted at the pair the held the guy up by the arms. They nodded vigorously and Bakugou jerked his head in the direction of the door. "Get him home." Wordlessly, they began dragging the guy away.

"Alright, you nosy sons'a bitches," Kaminari slurred, raising his arms to draw attention. "Show's over, asshole's gone, let's get back to fucking around!"

You cringed when everyone around you roared in a drunken mob and the music blasted even louder.

"I need to piss," you shouted in Bakugou's ear over the music and spun on your heel before he could respond.

You slid past Eiji, who was stationed in the hall that led to the bedrooms, to get more privacy. The music was muffled through the walls of the house, but you liked how chill the bathroom was compared to the overheated mob you were just stuck in.

You sat on the floor with you back against the side of the tub, and you wondered if any of the guys did take baths.

Another silent moment passed before you let out a sigh, leaning your head back.

"God, what is wrong with you?" It was barely a whisper, but the question rang in your head.

You keep messing up today.

A knock brought you back to the reality of the frat bathroom.

"You in here?" Bakugou. Figures.

"Yeah," you mumble in response.

"Can I come in?"

You wanted to say no. "Yeah."

You didn't turn your head when he stepped in or when he dropped to the floor in front of you and got comfortable.

"Do you want to talk about it?" His voice was low and deep and it made you flush.

"You can't tell me he didn't deserve it," you scoff, curling into yourself more. You watched his expression darken.

"No, that idiot deserved an ass-kicking, but," he paused, "I'm not talking about that. I want to know if you're okay."

Shit. You dropped your gaze and hoped he would stop himself there.

"I've just had an off day," you say quietly. "I'd appreciate it if you could just trust me on this for now." From that answer, you hoped Bakugou understand your message. You will tell him, everything, just not now. Not tonight.

Bakugou didn't say anything for a moment, then nodded. You visibly relaxed at his cooperation, the noticed him reaching for your hands. You met him halfway and he went about gently squishing your fingers between his.

"Do you want to leave? Go home?"

You hesitated. "Yeah..."

"I can stay at my place. I'll just drop you off at yours." Bakugou rose to his feet and pulled you up with him.

"Seriously?" You tried not to sound so surprised, but you were prepared for a worse reaction. Bakugou looked back at you with a soft look in his eyes and the corners of his lips curling up.

Wordlessly, he leaned in and caught your lips in a very sweet kiss. It was a kiss of adoration, like he wanted to relish the moment for as long as he could. It made your knees weak and your face warm, and you brought your hand up to hold against his cheek when you started giggling because he wouldn't pull his lips off of yours.

When he pulled up in front of your complex, you found it hard to leave.

"We're having lunch tomorrow, idiot," he laughed lowly. "Try not to miss me so much."

"Shut up," you retorted with a huff. You pulled him to you for a final kiss before throwing open the passenger door. "Text me when you get home."

You heard him scoff. "High maintenance."

Fifteen minutes after you were dropped off, you received a text from Bakugou.

BK: Made it back.

It made you smile, but you tried not to dwell.

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Love Language

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, headcanons

Warnings: curses

characters are in college

♡Bakugou's love language is physical touch

♡You guys don't often see each other at school because you're from different departments.

♡ Going on dates and hanging out happens rarely too when you're both swamped with schoolworks.

♡ So as much as you don't like it, the only mini-dates you'd have with each other is binge-watching movies on weekends.

♡ On most days, he'll visit your dorm room after his classes for the day are over

♡ Bakugou would softly knock on your door with his school uniform on and bag loosely hanging on his left shoulder

♡ His ears would perk up when he'll hear your footsteps nearing the door

♡ You'd open the door and the exhausted look on his face would be replaced by a small smile as he'd see your pretty face and extended arms-- asking for a hug

♡ As corny as it seems—but all his exhaustion would be thrown out the window when you'd envelope him in a tight hug and your sweet familiar colgne would invade his nostrils

♡ “Imissedyou, baby.” He'd mumble in a soft whisper and you'd kiss his nose mumbling a “Missedyoutoo, `suki.” as you ushered him inside

♡ From his frequent visits to your room, almost half of his clothes are there too. Some of those are which you stole tho.

♡ He'd take a bath and change into his pajamas as you'd prepare dinner for the two of you.

♡ When all the chores are done and you both are full from eating, Bakugou always looks forward to being spooned by you in bed

♡ His arms encircled protectively around your waist, face buried into your neck—inhaling your scent, and eyes closed as he let the feeling of your warmth and head massages take him to a deep slumber.

♡ On small occasions, Bakugou would have these nightmares and instead of waking up—he'd grumble and whine in his sleep

♡ Since you're a light sleeper, you'd be awaken from this and would see your boyfriend with his eyebrows furrowed and muttering words in his sleep

♡ You'd immediately assume he's having a nightmare from the fact that he seems like he's out of breath in his sleep and sweating like crazy

♡ You'd run your hands through his hair and place your palm on top of his cheek—whispering “am here Katsu.”—to calm him down without the need to wake him up

♡If that still doesn't work, you'd press your face onto his chest and it would immediately slow his heartbeat

♡ Him feeling your warmth would immediately soothe him and pull him out from his nightmare

♡ Without opening his eyes, he'd hold you tighter to his chest, glad that he has you by his side

♡ Your love language is acts of service

♡ You're never the type to ask for anyone's help when you're working on a task

♡ May it be a task you can easily handle or a one that you can't—you still won't ask for help because you've become accustomed to being independent and not relying on anyone but yourself

♡ But the fact that Bakugou would always go out of his way to help you on your tasks always doesn't fail to give you butterflies in the stomach

♡ Or when Bakugou would be willing to help you even when it meant sacrificing his time or his own comfort for your sake

♡ Your boyfriend is such a grandpa and always sleeps early as much as possible so he can get the beauty sleep he needs—your words not his

♡ And being the grandpa that he is, he also has preferences when it comes to his sleeping routine

♡ he likes it dark since the bright lights prohibits him from getting a good night's sleep

♡ But since he decided to sleep on your dorm and accompany you during your exam week—he had to get used to the fact that you'd be reviewing all night and all the lights would be turned on

♡ so poor Suki had bag under his eyes and was sleepy the next morning

♡ "sorry." you mumbled out as you guiltily bit your bottom lip, placing the three stacks of pancakes on your boyfriend's plate

♡ he yawned and cutely rubbed his eyes. “'bout what?”

♡ "the lights kept you up didn't you?"

♡ "it's fine, dumbass." he playfully flicked your forehead and reprimanded you for even thinking that, stuffiny his face with the breakfast you made.

♡ you're well aware of the fact that Bakugou is really an impatient one and does not like waiting too long

♡ but when it comes to you?

♡ since your department has this small ball that will be held next week—you needed an outfit

♡ the theme was superheroes and you knew you could never whip up something last minute with that theme

♡ you were on your way to the mall today and had just finished getting ready

♡ you just left the bathroom and was rummaging through your bag for your phone

♡ "time to go?" you jumped and almost dropped your keys when your boyfriend popped up out of nowhere and snaked his arms onto your waist

♡ You were going to the mall. But you didn't tell Katsuki to come since you know he'll just get bored there.

♡ "I'm coming to the mall with you, babe." he answered seeing you were confused

♡ You stared at your boyfriend like he just grown a third head. "don't you hate sho—"

♡ " Wanna see your try your fits. Now let's go."

♡ you didn't even had time to say no since he already ushered you out and before you knew it you were at the mall

♡ you know deep down that Katsuki really HATED waiting

♡ but to see him here at the mall with you?

♡ carrying all the bags of clothes you bought—in both of his hands, some hanging on his arms?

♡ plus the fact that he's not even complaining and would just patiently follow you and wait for you to finish roaming around—makes you giddy inside

♡ another one of Bakugou's love language is words of affirmation

♡ it's not a surprise that Bakugou likes to be praised especially since he can back up all that boastfulness with his skills

♡ but the only words that matter to him the most—are yours

♡ Bakugou never opens up about his struggles, problems, or things that are troubling him

♡ he's just not the type to sit and talk about how his day went or rant about stuff that made him mad

♡ but knowing Katsuki and him being your boyfriend for God know's how long, you already figured out how his mind works

♡ Katsuki is really not that verbal but you can always see through his facade, either when he's having a bad day, tired, just wanna rest, just want some cuddles, or just want some words that would make him feel better

♡ instead of grilling him on what was bothering him, you always know what to say and would always knew what to say that would def raise his mood in a snap

♡ Bakugou is a fast learner. He really has no trouble learning a thing since he's naturally skilled

♡ But for once, he really struggled learning basketball since he really wasn't a sporty guy and has never dribbled a ball since he was little

♡ you both were in the school gym and Katsuki had an unpaintable look on as he glared at the ring that was a a few feet away from him

♡ The funny thing was—he already learned how to do the different kinds of dribbles, passes, and shooting techniques in one go after spending a good amount of time practice

♡ The one thing he's complaining about right now is that he can't shoot the ball half court

♡ It's funny `cause it took you months and continuous practice to learn the things he learned in one look and he's still mad about not being able to shoot the ball in half court

♡ HALF COURT?!

♡ You were hiding your giggles since you find the situation funny and your boyfriend cute

♡ But to see him frustrated made you feel a bit sad for him

♡ “It's fine baby! You can do it!” your cheer echoed throughout the gym since it was only the two of you there

♡ and him hearing your cheer made his eyebrows furrowed less

♡ Katsuki gripped the ball tighter, took a deep breath and glared at the ring one last time before he took the shot

♡ and it went in

♡ you watched your boyfriend as he watched the ball bounce away looking like he couldn't believe that he actually made the shot

♡ Then he turned to look at you with this biggest adorable grin he could muster. “It went in, baby! Did you see that went in?!”

♡ you nodded and grinned at his smiling face and him looking so proud of himself made you fall in love with him all over again

♡ Another one of your love language is quality time

♡ Due to the hectic schedule in school and non-stop schoolworks, it's almost a miracle you'd see your boyfriend thrice a week.

♡ Bakugou knows that you miss him badly and so does he

♡ so the thing he does is to make sure you'd both get the quality time you need

♡ you're studying up for a quiz?

♡ your boyfriend would knock on your door, carrying a box of pizza in his hand and a bunch of comfort food in his other hand

♡ he'd help you study—even scold you for not eating, and would give you massages to get those knots off your shoulders from sitting and slouching too long

♡ "twangchu forda fwood, Tsuki." You'd say—mouth full with the food he brought and with sauce on the side of your lip

♡ Bagukou would chuckle in amusement and would wipe the sauce off your lip, not with his hand tho :>

♡ “Katsu!”

♡ he'd chuckle some more upon seeing your tomato flushed cheeks

♡ Due to the influence of your boyfriend's friends—Kami and Kiri they're more your friends now than his—you got interested into playing codm

♡ Bakugou also had to learn to play the game so he'd have more time to keep you to himself since Kami and Kiri would visit sometimes and would steal you. Jelly Katsu y'all

♡ As mentioned earlier the only mini dates you both have are when you're both binge watching a series on netflix

♡ With the cramp increasingly shooting its way down onto his leg the longer the time passes—he'd still not move just to make sure he won't accidentally wake you up

♡ It was already halfway of the movie when you started dozing off so he had you lay your head onto the pillow on his lap

♡ You looked so adorable

♡ some of hair sticking in all directions, your mouth slightly agape, a dribble of saliva on the side of the your cheek, your soft snores, and this red mark of your forearm on your forehead since you just changed position

♡ cute. He thought and chuckled

♡ but when you showed signs of waking up since his chuckle made the pillow you were laying on—shake a bit—He stopped chuckling and hummed a tune in hopes of you not waking up

♡ “Katsuki—mine—back off.. ” you whined in your sleep, your brows furrowed

♡ he smiled and stopped himself from chuckling. “Iloveyousomuch, dumbass.” he planted a soft kiss on your forehead and smiled at you lovingly, ignoring the increasing cramps he's feeling on his leg.

A/n: AaAaaAa it's been so long since i last posted! I miss writing and wasn't able to write since I was so busy with school and all. Hope you guys like this one! Sorry for the typos since this is not proofread.

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