#deku you’re so smart

[finemeal]

BKDK Prompt #1

When Bakugou asked Deku to dinner, he thought it was just part of their friendship healing. The flower’s were a sweet touch, and the candle was typically for dates but he didn’t question it.

Deku probably should’ve caught onto something being odd when Bakugou started holding his hand, sweating nervously. Bur surely it was just Deku’s crush interpreting the situation weirdly, right?

Bakugou kissing him was also just platonic. He’s seen his other friends kiss platonically. Hell, his own friends have kissed him before! Usually on the cheek, but surely this was the same?

And becoming hero partners along with moving in together was just sensible! It was also cheaper to rent a one-bedroom versus a two-bedroom apartment.

Maybe Bakugou proposing after taking him on a day trip filled with all his favorite things should’ve clued him in. But he figured this was just Bakugou being logical. After all, married couples got a lot more benefits than single people. And after Bakugou scared Deku when he got injured, but Deku was unable to make any medical decisions for him, this must’ve been the easiest fix.

Adopting children with Bakugou felt like the next logical step. After all, since they were married this was the only way to have kids. Bakugou and Deku have always wanted kids, and friends have raised kids together before!

What Deku’s getting at, it’s not fully his fault for not noticing he and Bakugou were romantically involved! Bakugou never asked Deku to be his boyfriend!

[dekusleftsock]

Y’all reading the newest chapter scans is like whiplash

I forgot how unhinged he can be, and tbh how much more unhinged he’s currently being.

Anyway Izuku is my favorite character so, sorry y’all, I know everyone is excited about Katsuki

However. Everyone else can talk about Katsuki. I live on my scraps.

Love how Shigaraki tries to get a dig at Izuku about Katsuki like how Monoma did when he unlocked blackwhip, so his immediate reaction is diverge diverge diverge.

Talk about repressed but this is a whole new level.

And his eye bags, they just make him look so exhausted.

I said this before but the chapter after Katsuki woke up Izuku looked relieved to me yes, but also… very scared. Very afraid of Katsuki’s well being.

Especially since, if we compare what Katsuki is doing now (using the pain as an extension of his quirk), you could EASILY COMPARE to when Izuku unlocked danger sense with shigaraki. How concerned and afraid Katsuki was in those chapters.

The thing is though, Katsuki was honest. He was honest that Izuku shouldn’t be doing this on his own, he’s being honest now—“I’m Kacchan of the Bakugou’s!”

He knows how he’s feeling and he’s letting himself feel it.

Somehow, Izuku still isn’t.

Hell, when afo ignores Katsuki, what he does is laugh about how much pain he’s in, but that it’s the key.

Let’s compare how Katsuki is using pain to how Izuku is using pain with danger sense. Let us not forget, danger sense is a physically taxing quirk, much like the rest of ofa. It causes a migraine when in any immediate danger.

Idk about y’all, but I get migraines so bad sometimes I vomit from the buildup of pressure. I can’t focus on anything. I just cant really imagine Izuku using danger sense that well in a fight… yet he does.

And, what exactly is danger sense for? To get out of danger? Maybe to avoid the danger? Ofa is an extension of Izuku’s inner turmoil, every single quirk exhibits this, and it would make so. Much. Sense. For danger sense to mimic his avoidance of emotions and vulnerability.

Katsuki’s quirk as it is now uses pain in a very odd way to me—he doesn’t try to use it to exit himself from the danger or pain, but actively searches for it. The pain is the key.

Danger sense is also a relatively self serving quirk, only really useable for himself. And for him to reference danger sense of all his quirks rn, it would make sense since…

Izuku has been self serving and avoidant since before even this fight. Hell, before even the war arc. Maybe this has gone on his entire life.

I want to hit him so bad for this y’all don’t GET IT.

And, just so we all know, he did this in 348 too. When confronted with emotional conversations, his first thought will always be “but how’s the fastest way I can win this fight?”

MY PROOF YALL IM SO DONE WITH THIS DUDE

“You see I have never once thought about hurting the people I care about like that!” Okay maybe be less boring

HM I WONDER WHY

THATS SO CRAZY DEKU

YOU TELL ME

WHY IS THE GIRL WHO YOU REJECTED AND THEN SAID THAT HER WAY OF LOVING IS SOMETHING YOU COULD NEVER DO TO OTHER PEOPLE (ALSO IMPLYING JUDGEMENT IN THIS STATEMENT), SAD RIGHT NOW?

LETS USE SOME COMMON SENSE PLEASE

I’m hyped for when Izuku is forced to be honest y’all don’t understand. It’s gonna be an angst fest and it’s gonna be romantic and I literally can’t see it not heading down the “explicitly canonical” path.

[granny-griffin]

Do you still have unshared fic ideas?

Bakugou’s savings account for the mech suit is named something like “stupid nerd fund” in the paperwork, so villains go after Midoriya because they think he’s blackmailing Bakugou for something and they want to know what it is. 1-A has to resolve the situation without letting Midoriya know what’s really going on

[cathnospam]

Adding onto this drabble of how Bakugo likes to stare at you, but with a bit a smutty..

CW: Bakugo is a pervert trynna fight it, Some fluff, Smut implied at end, Reader IS a pervert, Black Reader slightly Implied???

Bakugo has a bad staring problem.

He had a feeling you knew he knew that he would do more than just glance at you which is why you decided to sit next to him up until you all graduated high school and attended college.

Since UA made a new section of the school that is for the college students only the classrooms are different, no more desk but rows of seats, and means sitting even closer. Bakugo didn’t know if he should be pissed off or more excited.

Yes he sits closer, but now his staring would be evident. Turning almost a whole 180 just to get a good look of your side profile. And the thought of you catching him or anything saying about it makes him want to smack the shit out of Deku or Kami.

“Wanna study?”

Your voice was something else. So feminine and soft he practically tries to savor each sweet vowel ….as corny as it sounds….though he has overheard you speak negatively about it a few times. If he had a right mind he’d let you know how much serotonin your voice carries.

“Your grades that bad?”

“No, I aced the last exam with a 98%.”

Bakugo only got 95.

He tsks adjusting himself uncomfortably to get a better look at you. Of course you’re also smart to pair.

The study dates turned into a common practice, but instead of studying it’s be a movie marathon or going to eat some food together at a nearby restaurant.

And his eyes never cracked away from you.

Bakugo would watch you as you spoke, laughed, ate, even stared when you were just doing absolutely nothing, but tapping away on your phone.

He just does not know why he can’t stop, but he doesn’t care and you seem to not care much either.

By the third year before graduation you began to take note of him always looking at you. At some point you wanted to confirm your suspicions so you’d angle yourself a little more his direction to see him from your peripheral vision, and alas you were right. He always looks at you.

He starts from your legs, stops and admires your thighs, to your chest and lands his gaze on your face. You’ve became accustomed to it so much whenever you wear your braids, or locs, or whichever new hairstyle that week parted it’s be on the opposite side so he can still see your face.

It wasn’t weird though, his eyebrows were furrowed, but he looked so cute and relaxed. Plus, it didn’t hurt since..he was your little crush.

It has been 4 months now and Bakugo practically lives in your dorm. His spare clothes are in your drawers, his winter hero costume is beside yours in your closet, he even has some of his hygiene products in your bathroom when he spends the night.

It’s been a routine now; class together, after school lunch together, spar separately or hang out with friends separately but Bakugo comes to your room to take a shower and bring you both dinner.

This time though Bakugo came back from his work study a little later, which you didn’t mind, but you decided to order some dinner, your favorite and his and head to take a quick shower.

Bakugo actually had to catch himself from grinning at your text. He felt more motivated to finish his job quicker today and head back to you.

He missed you without realizing it.

After eating, you finally got up from mindlessly scrolling on tiktok and grabbing the takeout from the front , to take your shower. The hot water feels so nice on your body you forgot all your worries of today and Bakugo was just coming back to the dorms.

He unlocks your door with the spare key you gave him and hears the water running, he sees your phone unlocked in your bed with some video replaying on tiktok and he scoffs. Of course you’re just NOW getting in the shower. He wanted to take one.

Bakugo places his gauntlet and strips his uniform down to just his tank top and boxers on your semi filled hamper and wait. He did not feel like heading to the other side of the building to take a shower and head back. Too tired.

While eating the food you got him he finds the receipt you tossed and crumbled in the trash, and scoffs, “why does she do this..” he mumbled as he pulls out his phone to Apple Pay you back the difference, he doesn’t usually let your pay for anything when you’re with him even if you offer so it was practically second nature to him.

Laying back on your bed with a towel he starts up a show as he waits for you, and while looking at the TV he notices your bathroom door beside it opened.

Without thought he tilts his head almost like a confused dog to get a better view of the noises you’re making inside. Mindless humming, singing, and soft moans whenever you let the hot water touch the sensitive areas of your skin.

You sounded…so attractive.

He wasn’t sure if you knew he was back yet, he made enough noises and comments to himself loud enough, but you didn’t respond back. You didn’t even hear the TV playing. Were you really that careless?

Thank God your door was locked.

He kept quiet for a moment, muting the TV and ate in silence to hear the ambiance of your shower. Bakugo wasn’t really thinking at this point.

“K-Kats ~”

If Bakugo had dog ears one would be up right about now, he gets up and walks over to the doors. No way he heard you moan—-

“Katsuki~”

His name.

He had heard HIS name moan out of YOUR mouth.

It spilled out of your lips like honey, the soft heavy breaths, if he focused his hearing he could have heard your squelches your sex was spewing out from you little fingers.

Bakugo knew. He knew better. He always had pride he wasn’t a pervert like his friends.

Kaminari admitting he steals Jirou’s panties

Kiri sometimes watches Mina get dressed when he’s in her room

Even Sero sending pervy pictures to his long distance girlfriend at random hours of the day

Bakugo was BETTER than them, because he never did anything perverted with you.

But

He’s still a man at the end of the day.

“Katsuki…ah…”He slowly rises from the bed.

And he still has needs.

“Kats….”He peaks his head at the creaked bathroom door.

And he still had a staring problem.

[lilacgaby]

Firstly I wanna say I love your writing and although I’m very new to your page I’m OBSESSED 🤩

This is my first request ever so I hope I’m doing this correctly. ANYWAYS- I was hoping for like an ice hockey au where it’s like bakugou playing midoroya’s team and bakugou doesn’t like the way deku is looking at reader in the stands even though bakugou and readers relationship isn’t public and they fight and all that good stuff.

Thanks I totally appreciate you! Hope you’re well and have a great day!!

title: iced out.

pairing: hockeyplayer!bakugo x girlfriend!reader

"he'll need an ice pack when i'm done with him."

note: my love you're so smart omgg, i loved this au! ty for the support i hope this is a good read <3

it was the match up of the season.

everyone knew of the rivalry between bakugo and midoriya, every match they'd have would end in shoves, bloodied noses, bruises, and cards called. the audience was thankful for the dividers that kept them safe from the confrontations that would always break out in corners, bakugo usually pushing midoriya away forcefully into them just to get control of the puck.

you were there at that match for katsuki after the matches, waiting outside the locker rooms to drive home. you knew first hand just how much he wanted to win against midoriya. he'd confessed to you how they used to be close friends, but after midoriya 'lied' about getting excepted into an overseas junior team, he had been ostracized from katsuki's life.

they hadn't faced each other since last season, the bracket hadn't allowed for it. until today.

you, katsuki's girlfriend since before he got drafted into a team, were pepping him up before the first interval. his teammates already knew about you, but the public didn't.

katsuki preferred in this way, he thought. saying "those damn publicists would shove cameras and mics down our throats if they knew." you didn't mind either way, the bile of jealousy at every woman who thought they had a chance with katsuki going away after multiple times of him cursing them out.

katsuki had never had to experience that though, not until today.

you were in the stands, the front row of one of the many sections in the rink. it was a full house today, but you stood out because of your limited edition jersey given to you by katsuki himself.

while the practice period was going on, he was calming himself down. his coach had told him that a clear head is all he needed to beat midoriya into a pulp, or something like that. 'easy shit.' he thought.

but like a shark who smelled blood, his pupils dilated severely as he saw him throwing a puck to you. you caught it, raising your hand to thank him and you let an appreciative smile, flipping it over to see his number on the back of it (how did he even write that?). at your shocked expression, he laughed.

and he had the audacity to make a phone sign with his hand after?

oh, he was gonna need to call someone once bakugo was done with him, he was sure of it.

the promise of calm was gone as fast as it came, an impossibly angrier katsuki coming back as he finished warm ups.

at the sound of the timer, katsuki played aggressive. the first 20 minutes was full of this mentally. he was rushing in and hitting, shoving anyone in his way. he 'accidentally' launched the puck into midoriya's helmet at the fifteen minute mark.

the teams managed to stay even though, but katsuki was scoring a majority of the points for his team. the only thing in his way was midoriya, like always.

midoriya, who kept his eyes locked on you while the puck wasn't in play. who kept waving to his fans, but sending winks to you.

katsuki had decided to murder him. or rather, his team.

he hit another puck in easily, already having the game be the highest scoring one in the league for the year. midoriya managed to match one up again, barely keeping on his heels.

the score was now 5-5, katsuki wanted to finish it in this interval. going into a sudden death overtime would just be too tiring.

they were tied again with only 2 minutes left on the clock. all it took was midoriya to eye you again, that was enough to spite bakugo.

with a minute left he finally got control of the puck, as midoriya got in his way. katsuki predicted a fake out, and sent the puck flying with a curve.

as the keeper missed, and with 3 seconds left.

he scored.

the arena cheered, the cameras caught on midoriya's smirk and small claps, the pissed off looks from midoriya's teammates, and the celebration of katsuki's team.

they had to play again to let the puck slide for 3 seconds, out of courtesy, but katsuki took a victory lap, looking straight at you.

the second he was free he walked straight through the rink, much to his manager's dismay. this caught the attention of the media, who had all eyes on him. he saw none of it, passing by fans without a care in the world as he grabbed your face and kissed you, making you drop the puck.

midoriya was seen with an 'ohhh' expression on his face as the rink went crazy, flashes all in your faces as katsuki pulled back, hips lips now smeared with your lip gloss. you two were on the jumbotron, and you awkwardly waved as the attention was focused on you two suddenly.

"didn't i tell you so? these losers are breathing down our throats."

"yeah, oh my god kats' your eye!" you gasped as you saw the bruise starting to form over his eye.

he wore a stupid smirk on his face as you fussed over him. his eyes squinted as he saw the rival team give themselves 'good luck next times' and 'we'll get em back's. midoriya in particular was being the captain as always, cheering up his team though occasionally looking back at you. katsuki sneered, he won the game and the girl! take that deku.

"why do you have that dumbass look on your face?"

"hah?! my face isn't dumb woman!"

[vlrspace]

in which bakugou waits years till you finally come around

cw: reader is a bit of a grudge holder and has trouble to see bakugou in a different light, mention of injuries, there is a (1) very heated moment towards the end - MDNI!!! -, bakugou is soft towards reader the whole time, a bit angsty but there is comfort

wc: 9.5K

an: this is quite clumsy and there might be errors. i hope you all are doing well!! <333

bakugou knew you ever since the two of you were babies.

he was nearly a year older than you and he always made sure you knew that and it worked, while the two of you were younger. you always looked at him with stars in your eyes, drinking in every word he said, followed him around and let him take your hand. he didn’t understand back then why you started to distance yourself from him, he had a strong quirk and he could already read, so why were you more interested in that quirkless nobody?

his superiority complex and the need to be better than everyone didn’t help the situation either. he started to bully midoriya and when you kept sticking up for the damn nerd, he truly felt like he lost. the breaking point between the two of you was when he told midoriya to jump off a building so he might get a quirk in his next life. he never seen you so angry before that. you didn’t talk to him afterwards, not even after he got attacked by a villain, you only praised midoriya for helping him. not even when all the three of you got accepted into ua until the usj attack.

bakugou managed to save you from a villain that was trying to stab his knife through your chest, thankfully just in time he blasted the bastard away. you guys didn’t have the chance to talk, too busy to save your other classmates and you ran off to see midoriya again after he got injured at the end of the fight. later that night, you did drop by with some mochi from your favourite bakery and quietly thanking him for jumping in and not letting you die. he only mumbled a quiet ‘your welcome’ before you swiftly made your way out of the bakugou’s gates.

——

he always wanted to show you how strong he was, that he can protect you from anything that life throws at any moment, deku didn’t even have a quirk until it randomly appeared (he often wondered if you knew about it, were you hiding it together?) and now he seems to surpass him in everything. could he protect you better from the world than bakugou would ever be able to?

then the sports festival came around, you were all over deku again, congratulating him when he won the first round with a hug and at the back of his mind he wished it was him that you hugged. when he won the festival (he thought he didn’t deserve it with how half n half fainted), he hoped that you’d say something to him too. you didn’t say anything to him and he tried not letting it get to him. however, later that night he received a message from you, congratulating him on his win and he was glad no one saw him because his face felt like he was on fire. that made him so proud of himself, maybe you two will get along again?

——

you still don’t talk to him though, even when you needed help with some subject around midterms, you only asked deku again and that smart girl to help you. if you would’ve looked at him with your bright eyes, you would’ve seen how eager he would’ve been tutoring you and not shitty hair. when midterms pass and you both pass, he feels relieved that you’re coming to the training camp as well without any supplementary classes needed. he didn’t think at the time that the fact he got kidnapped will be the first time you come around and hug him in years.

you came to help them a second too late, only seeing him being warped away and telling deku to not follow him. you rushed to help deku after seeing his arms, trying to ignore the fact that bakugou just got kidnapped. when kirishima decided to take control and you guys should go and save him, you went along. you didn’t hate him, but you didn’t know where you two stand after all the things he did to your best friend in the past ten years. so when you saw him surrounded by villains before iida, midoriya and kirishima flew him out to safety, you felt relieved. yes, you don’t know where the two of you stand but you still care for him. you can also tell he looked surprised when your group reunited to watch all might’s last fight but you offered him a small smile after seeing there were no injuries on his body.

ua closed its gates three days prior to bakugou’s rescue and it remained closed for another week to become a boarding school with dorms. after further discussions between parents and teachers to ensure the safety of students, everything returned to normal.

two days before moving in, the bakugou’s bell was rung, and bakugou mitsuki was the one to answer the door. to say she was surprised to see the (h/c) coloured girl stand shyly in-front of their house was an understatement. mitsuki might be older, her son might think she’s a nagging old hag but she wasn’t stupid. the silent fallout between you and her son is still up in the air but she could never hold a grudge against you, she knows her son could be an outright asshole. mitsuki really believed that if god is real, then there is hope for the two of you to get along again.

“good afternoon sweet girl, long time no see, how have you been?” her warm smile instantly put you under ease and you gave her a timid smile of your own.

“good afternoon mitsuki, i’m doing alright, thank you. is katsuki home?” you quietly ask after you politely answer her question and the older woman can barely hide her smile widening at the fact that you still call her son by his first name. maybe things aren’t that bad anymore.

“yes, he is. the police advised for him to not go outside till school starts again. would you like to come in?” she moves to stand aside, but you shake your head at her invitation.

“no, no i just wanted to talk to him, if that’s okay” you look down to avoid her eyes that is the exact resemblance of her sons, well katsuki is the exact replica of mitsuki. she won’t push you to come in, so she yells loudly like usual for her son to come downstairs because someone is here to see him. when she turns towards you again is when she sees the plastic bag that you’re holding, seemingly full of things that looked like katsuki’s favourites. that made her feel warmth spread through her chest, you still remember what he likes.

“what is it old hag? can’t you just tell ‘em to-“ katsuki stops in the middle of his yelling when he reaches the front door, only to see you standing there. “hey” he stops next to his mum, his voice recognisably softer, which his mum would tease about but she decides against it, it’s not time for that yet.

“hey” you mumble, curling into your hoodie from the two pair of eyes (why do they look the exact same, it’s scary) staring at you. before bakugou could yell at his mum again to back off, mitsuki slips away after telling the two of you that she’ll see what masaru is up to. the both of you are grateful for that. after a few minutes of quietly standing you find the courage to talk to the ash blonde boy in front of you “i bought you a few things, i hope you’re doing okay with all the things that happened” you don’t look up to him instead you watch your fingers fiddle with your hoodie.

bakugou on the hand is focused on your head, waiting for you eyes to meet his, before gathering his thoughts. he’s slightly taken aback that you came to see him, even if it’s only because he got kidnapped but it means a lot to bakugou that you came to check up on him. “i’m good, heroes need to be tough and get though anythin’ that’s thrown at ‘em” he shrugged, wanting to come off cool and ignore how fast his heart was beating.

without saying another word, you gently wrap your arms around his middle and bury your face into his sturdy chest, fearing he might slip away again. bakugou’s eyes widen at the contact, suddenly not knowing what to do with his hands before clumsily circle them around your shoulders and pull you closer to him. he rest his chin on the crown of your head, noting to himself that you smell like strawberries and peaches and hopes you can’t feel his heart rate quicken (you did, your heart was beating fast too). after a while you pulled away, giving him a small smile before extending your hand with the plastic bag towards him. “i got you a few things, i hope they will cheer you up from all the trouble that you’ve experienced”

he takes it from you, feeling the blush on his cheeks spread. “thanks” he whispers and he hoped you know that he’s grateful for your hug too. before he could ask if you want to come in you slowly start to back off towards the road.

“i’ll see you in school katsuki, be good” your smile never faltered and you gave him a small wave. bakugou felt like maybe things were starting to change between the two of you for good as he muttered a “you too” after you and walked inside after you disappeared from his sight.

mitsuki, who’s been watching the two of you the whole time from one of the windows smiled to herself, maybe there was hope after all.

——

from them on, your interaction with bakugou increased by a bit, now you greet him around campus whenever you see him, but no more than that. bakugou longed to make conversations with you about literally anything, yet he didn’t force himself on you, happy either way.

after a week or too, you didn’t miss the way bakugou treated izuku before walking away, you know he said something to make the green haired boy stand there with slightly wide eyes. when the ash blonde was out of earshot, you walked up to izuku to make sure he’s alright. when you reached him, he motioned for you two to go outside and when you two walked through the doors, you both sat down on the stairs.

“i think he knows about ofa” izuku mumbled nervously, hands twitching in his lap as he stared ahead. “i mean it was expected, kacchan is very smart and-“ izuku went on his own train of thoughts and you gently grabbed one of his hand.

“it was inevitable either way, katsuki won’t tell a soul either way, we both know he’s not the type” you reassure your best friend, giving him a small smile.

“i know, he’ll probably get mad though haha” izuku lets out a forced laugh and you just move your hand to rub his back.

what you didn’t expect the next morning was that you’d find both boys wrapped in bandages and in a pretty beat up state. well if you had to guess, you were sure with katsuki, that the conversation between them would never had been just sitting next one other and discuss what’s on your mind. you were even more surprised when izuku told you that they are both in house arrest for a few days and have to clean the building. aizawa sensei did not go easy on them with the punishments.

bakugou only looked at the two of you while waiting for everyone to leave for classes, wishing you’d come up to him as well, but he decided to talk to you tonight about his conversation with midoriya and you were quite surprised later that afternoon when he walked up to you, asking if you two could talk somewhere private. you only nodded and followed him up to his room.

when you two reached your destination, he let you in first and you looked around his room since this is your first time here and it was very bakugou like and you swear you saw a few all might figurines and were those romance novels? you didn’t have much time to think about when he cleared his throat from his spot on the bed where he seemingly sat down while you were looking around.

“you knew about it, didn’t you?” he quietly asked, looking directly in your eyes with an unreadable emotion. you looked right back at him, thinking of the right answer, but he continued. “you always favoured that damn nerd” he added somewhat bitterly while looking away from you.

“it’s not about favouring anyone katsuki” his heart quickens when he hears you calling him by his first name “and it wasn’t my place to tell you about the inheritance of one for all.” he knows you’re right with the slight sharpness in your tone. “i found it out by accident too if it calms your nerves. i know him like the back of my hand so i knew something was up when he suddenly couldn’t spend time with me. so i followed him and saw him with all might, then there was no point in hiding it” you shrugged but your soft gaze remained on him.

bakugou decided to not try and argue with you, not wanting to lose the small amount of involvement you two built up. so he only nodded while standing up and walked you back down the common room without any other words being exchanged. you were kind of expecting him to go off on you but you didn’t want to talk about it any further, this is izuku’s business not yours, you’re just happy that he was given a chance to prove himself to be a hero.

——

the two of you go back to how things were before your conversation and soon enough winter approaches. after the matches with 1B, bakugou walked up to you while you were walking back to the dorms. you were talking with uraraka about todays events when he brushed his hand against your back with such gentleness that you thought it was one of the girls. when you turned around you abruptly stop and look at him, eyes round with wonder.

“can i talk to you for a second?” his rough voice makes it hard to understand his words at first with how quiet his voice is and you turn towards ochaco, who looked at the both of you with curiosity.

“i’ll meet you back at the dorms” you flash her a smile and she walks away from the two of with a nod. “is everything okay?” you ask bakugou as the two of you walk in a comfortable pace.

“i just, i wanted to tell you that you did great today” he slowly said while looking ahead. “i uh, i think your new move is quite cool” he added, feeling the redness spread across his cheeks.

“you think? it took me a while to get it right but i’m so happy that i was able to use it just like how i planned” you explain to him how you put the whole move together and all of his attention was on you, drinking your words in. this is probably the first time you talked this much to him since your childhood. “you know, i’m glad you’re becoming a team player” you add at the end and he knew you meant that he involved his team in his plans instead of just fighting on his own.

“yeah, as long as they follow what i say, anyone with me will win” he smirked as the two of you reached the dorm building, you turn towards him with a smile and he feels like he made a small accomplishment with you.

——

the next time the two of you have this amount of conversation is when when he wakes up from his coma after pushing izuku out of the way before shigaraki could hit him. you knew the two have been training together more recently after izuku manifested a second quirk during the training fight against class 1B and then thanks to todoroki, they both were able to do their hero work studies at endeavour’s agency where all three of them improved drastically. you were lucky enough to land a position at mirko’s agency where you learned a few new skills yourself. then bakugou accompanied izuku back to shigaraki to fight along and protect him, which resulted in him getting seriously injured.

you were waiting for izuku to wake up when you heard him stomping against the cold tile floor, shouting that izuku needs to wake up. your heart swells at the fact that he’s worried for your childhood friend, yet you were also worried for him, so without thinking you jump up and stop him abruptly when you gently hug him. you didn’t want to hurt his wound on his lower stomach nor the one on his shoulder so you pulled away soon after and that was enough time for the others to pick him up and take him back to bed and you followed them.

the rest of your friends walked out of the room the second you stepped in and closed the door behind them. you took a seat on his bed, right next to his hand and you took it in yours. you held it delicately, your tender caressing putting him at ease as you moved it into your lap. your uniform’s skirt slid up a little bit so his naturally warm hand was touching your bare thigh and he tried his best not blush at the contact. he was waiting for you to talk first when he felt something wet drop on his hand, so when he heard you sniffle, he instantly felt alarmed. he moved his hand up from your lap to cradle your face and turn you towards him. no words were needed as he pulled your shaking body towards his, engulfing you in a hug while stroking your back and face while hiding his face in your hair (if only the two of you knew back then that no less than two months later you’ll be in the same position with even more emotions).

——

the first time bakugou saw you truly angry with the deku was when he decided to leave you all behind, only leaving letters to explain how he’s putting everyone in more danger if he stays in one place.

“it’s not all for one who will kill him, i will, he should be more scared of me” you pave back and forth in the common rooms where everyone is gathered to find a way to get izuku back. “what is he thinking, does he think he can take them on without any back up? the second i see him, i will end him for real” your rant is not taken seriously by anyone, they were sharing your opinion but maybe they weren’t to as aggressive about it (izuku later admitted that he was indeed scared of your wrath and offered you a limited edition figurine of all might, which you refused to accept).

no one heard of him for a while now and none of you could sit around any longer and hope for a miracle. so when you all managed to get endeavour to meet with principal nezu in his office and find out where he was currently at, you all feel somewhat relived, now all you had to was bring him back.

you all reached the mall after saving him from the villain dictator, though he still put up a fight, thinking that no matter what, he’ll be better off alone. everyone told izuku something that influenced them thanks to him but he still didn’t listen. it was hard to look at him, all beat up and tired and you wonder when was the last time he had a proper meal and a good nights sleep. he only stopped hopping around, when bakugou started to talk to him and apologise for how he treated him all those years. your eyes felt glossy when bakugou rushed towards izuku’s fainting body.

——

you and bakugou didn’t talk much since then, too focused on training for the war. the two of talked again when you reached your temporary dormitory the day before luring all for one to you. a knock was heard on your door around 8pm and you wondered who it was. bakugou stood there, now changed out of his hero costume and only wore his usual comfy outfit. you let him in right away and you both sit on your bed. his fingers linger on your arm first before he slides his hand into yours, lacing your fingers together.

“you better not die out there (y/n)” the use of your name makes it sound more sincere and serious, the gentleness of his voice makes your heart flutter. you squeeze his hand as you grin up at him and lean your head against his shoulder.

“you better not die out there either katsuki” you add quietly, the both of you sitting on the edge of your bed in silence.

if only the two of you knew back then.

——

everything is blurry when you open your eyes, the lights are too bright and you swiftly close your eyes with a wince, suddenly aware of the amount scars you must’ve suffered from the war. your mind feels hazy as you try to find your bearings again. how long have you been out for? how is everyone doing?

you don’t even bother to sit up so just lay there with staring up at the ceiling, you’re alone in the room, maybe your injuries were too severe and as fast as you possibly can, you check if you still have your limbs attached to you. your left leg is hang up, seeming broken while the other one is only bandaged up. your arms aren’t broken, only a few of your fingers and out of the blue you remember taking a hit with your right shoulder. you don’t even want to think about the state your chest must be in. you rest your head on your pillow again as you force yourself to remember.

you remember winning, that’s for sure.

you also remember hitting your head so hard you barely managed to continue on fighting and that kind of answers why you have a hard time getting flashbacks. you’re so deep in thought that you don’t even notice someone walking in.

“oh my god shoji, she’s awake! go and get a doctor” you recognise jiro’s voice before you see her and you turn towards her direction. “you’re the last one to wake up, we were so worried!” she rushes to your side, her tone is full of worry.

“so i had been out for a while huh” you wish you could tell her that your ears are acting funny but you don’t have the heart to say anything when you see one of hers wrapped up, meaning her quirk is damaged. you are barely acknowledging how the door of your room is getting more busy, when a doctor walks in with a nurse.

“miss (l/n), you spent nearly two weeks in coma. although from those severe injuries you collected during the war needed time to heal.” then the doctor goes on about fractures, broken bones and you have a concussion as well. you only hummed in response as you stared up the ceiling again. according to the nurse, your bandages are holding up nicely and so are the machines around you but told you that she’ll be back in a few hours to check up on you.

once they leave your room, your family is the first one to come in. your mum sits down right away, next to your bed and you see her eyes are red, probably from crying all day and night, hoping you wake up soon, but she smiles at you with so much care you feel your eyes water. your dad is sitting down on your other side, his whole face looks relaxed now that you’re awake. you listen to them as the kindly scold you but they reassure you how proud they are of you for being so brave. your mum even told you that’ll she cook your favourite dish tomorrow and bring it in for you. they left two hours later, but your room became more busy after that.

your friends crowded around your bed, all feeling relief that finally you’re awake too. they are all bandaged up, but the happiness on their faces made you feel better. they all filled you in on their own journey with the hospital. when izuku walked in through the door, they all said their goodbyes and get well soons, promising to visit you tomorrow.

izuku was in no better state than you, needing a crutch to walk around. a wide smile is stretching on his face, as he looks at you and you return it.

“the hero of our future, how are you?” your voice is still rough from not using it in a while.

“it’s only because everyone helped me taking down all for one and shigaraki, we did it together. besides i’m feeling so much now that my best friend is awake.” he replies with fondness in his voice.

“who would’ve thought three years ago that we’d be here today like this” you let out a soft snicker.

“i’m so grateful for everything you’ve done for me, ever since we were kids” izuku tears up and you would wipe his tears for him if you could move your fingers. “kacchan is outside, you two should talk as well” he adds with a gentle tone and you only nod.

you remember him getting a deadly shot.

as izuku walks out, kirishima rolls bakugou in, he’s body in a wheelchair. he isn’t as moody as he usually is and his face looks so tender when he finally looks at you. when kirishima left, he leaps out of the chair and slowly sits next to you, just like you did two months ago. you wish you could feel his touch around your hand when he gently grabs it and when the two of you finally look at each other, your tears are unstoppable. he lefts your hand up to cradle his cheeks, seeking your comfort while sniffling and you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this. no words are said this time around either, the both of you happy to be around the other.

——

it will take japan a long time to get back on track after the destruction, the war had caused. everyone is still experiencing the aftermath, but things are looking bright.

you’re reading an article about another city being successfully built up again as you walk towards your classroom. your third year only started two months ago, the pressure of graduating and becoming an actual, full time hero is somewhat taking a tool on all of you. however some of your classmates know how to bring the fun in during stressful times.

“y’all, barbecue night tomorrow, how does that sound?” mina loudly asks as she looks around the room and everyone gets rather excited about the idea, excitedly chatting with each other. you walk towards izuku, to show him the article on your phone, knowing he still feels like he was the cause of the war, so news like this reassure him somewhat, that no one blames him. he leans down to read it and he excitedly rambles to you that half of japan had been rebuilt already with some help from overseas. the two of you continue talking until aizawa sensei walks in tiredly as always and the chatter among the class dissolves and everyone sits down to their desks.

the rest of the day goes by uneventful, everyone is preparing to blow some steam off during the weekend. bakugou comfortably sits on one of the sofa’s with legs spread, his arms is resting on the headrest as he lazily scrolls through his phone. it wasn’t his turn to make dinner tonight either and kirishima is away training with a few others. bakugou prefers to train early in the morning so he doesn’t have to listen to the nagging of his friends about not spending enough time with them in the afternoons.

he feels someone plop down next to him and when he turns his head at the person who interrupted his rather ‘productive’ time, he stops the shout bubbling in his throat when he sees your bright (e/c) eyes staring at him. his features visibly soften as he takes in your face, he knows you came back from training and just got out of the showers, your usual scent of strawberry and peaches fills his nostrils and your hair still damp. you’re dressed comfortably, wearing shorts and a baggy shirt and you’re eating a granola bar.

your relationship with bakugou hadn’t changed much since the war ended apart from the two of you talking much more than before. your second year was hectic, the war caused difficulties for everyone, the two of you didn’t really have that much time to be around each other, either way the both of you are happy that the two of you are working your way towards a blossoming, strong friendship. bakugou’s behaviour changed since his first year, he matured and learned to keep his anger under control, mainly around you. he’s also larger than before, his tank top barely hiding the bulging muscles or the baggy pants are barely loose around the thick of his thighs. bakugou looks much more grown up as well, sometimes sporting a stubble and his hair is more tamed at the top with a visible undercut and easily towers over people.

it’s not just him though, you’ve grown into a beautiful young lady as well. you’re hair is longer than it used to be, you lost your baby face and gained sharpness to your cheeks and your curves are more defined. kindness always radiates from your form whenever you’re around and (to bakugou’s dismay) admirers found their way to you, but you politely rejected their advances.

“dinner’s ready soon, so don’t stuff yourself full off that” he gently scolds you and your lips curl up in a smile as you take another bite.

“i know katsu, but it was yelling my name! how could i just leave it there?” you giggle as you fake a pout and you lean more into the sofas cushions with your side and bakugou shakes his head, but a small grin finds its way to his lips. the two of you engage in a small talk about how kaminari electrified sero by mistake, make the poor boy push against a passing midoriya, resulting the both roll around the floor.

during your conversation with the blonde, more people started to make their way into the common room and soon enough dinner was ready too. bakugou helps you stand up from the couch as he extends his hand for you to take and pulls you up tenderly and you’re pressed against his for a second before you thanked him with a smile for helping you and left to join uraraka at one of the tables (he wished you’d sit with him).

the next day, the height alliance was echoing of laughter, the atmosphere was welcoming as 3B joined your class for the night. there are a few games planned, like mario kart, uno and other board games, the playlist jiro put together was playing on the speakers. you were standing next to uraraka as you listened to some of the girls talking about a new boy band that recently came out but you often found your attention slip away and your eyes involuntarily found bakugou every now and then. he was sitting on one of the couches, seemingly in a conversation with a few others. everyone is wearing causal clothes instead of the comfy joggers and shorts and you have to admit, bakugou looks very hot in his black jeans and his simple black shirt. it doesn’t mean that bakugou doesn’t sit like he usually is, his thighs are spread but this time his hands in his pockets.

you never really focused on your romantic feelings towards anyone, you might be a late boomer for that, but even if you and bakugou had a fallout, for some reason it was always obvious that you had some sort of feelings for him. he was the very first friend you made, of course he’ll have a special place in your heart, even so the way he treated midoriya during your middle school years, barely giving him a chance to have a somewhat normal childhood set you off. for a long time back then, you weren’t sure if there was any way of the two of you becoming friends again, but he kept proving himself from time to time that he isn’t the same as he was back then.

the realisation of your feelings was around the time when uraraka and midoriya got together. uraraka shyly asked you one day, if there was anything going on between you and midoriya and you knew of the brown haired girl’s crush on you best friend and at first you weren’t sure what to say to her. you never thought of midoriya that way, you two were more like siblings rather than lovers materials and in the best way possible, you tried to explain that to uraraka. unbeknownst to her, you also knew about midoriya’s crush on uraraka and you helped to set the two up together. the three of you were walking around campus, the couple were holding hands and when you looked at their laced fingers, bakugou popped into your head with a warm feeling and how nice it would be to hold his. you abruptly stopped at the thought of him in that way and you start to shake your head, making the couple walking with you to slow down and you watch at you with a concerned look.

“what’s wrong (y/n)?” midoriya’s voices reaches you and you stop shaking your head. when you turn to look at them, your eyes wide and your face is flushed red. uraraka opens her mouth to talk but you’re faster.

“i think i might have feelings for katsuki” you whisper, hoping the two catched what you said. midoriya’s face looks more calm than a second ago and uraraka’s lips are stretched in a wide grin. “okay, let’s go! do not tell a soul or bring it up again!” you quicken up your pace and start walking ahead of the couple and after a snicker they follow after.

“we should play truth or dare!” mina’s voice brings you out of your rather embarrassing memory and you see everyone moving towards the sofa’s. there is many of you so the chance of you getting picked is low, so you make your way where everyone is gathering. you make eye contact with jiro when you’re looking around for an empty space and she’s flashing a small smile, patting the seat next to her and you beam at her for offering.

when everyone is settled, the game begins. at first it starts out innocent, with a few easy questions like ‘what’s your most embarrassing story?’ or ‘worst date’, but after a while the boys start to feel risky with the dares and suddenly there are faces covered in lipstick marks, izuku had to shout ‘i’m here’ from the rooftop and so on. things were light till mina turned to bakugou.

“truth or dare, mr. grumpy pants?” she smirks at him, eyes glinting in slight mischief and that’s never good.

“raccoon eyes, i’m not even fucking playing” bakugou shouts at the pinkette, making her smirk widen.

“are you scared?” she taunted.

“i’m not! truth” he mumbled the last word.

“do you have a crush on anyone kacchan?” kaminari leans in before mina could ask him the same question before quickly pulling away so he’s face doesn’t get blown off.

“what’s it to you? i do, whatever. now leave me the hell alone” bakugou growls while standing up and retreats to his room before anyone could get more information out of him. kirishima smiled knowingly after him and made eye contact with you, which made you furrow your eyebrows. so bakugou likes someone, she must be pretty lucky then, you think, trying to not let the sadness be apparent on your face.

the rest of the night went by, despite the bomb bakugou dropped on everyone about having a crush, the bakusquad started to make plans to get the ash blonde tell them who it was. later, around 2am, everyone decided to wrap the party up, thanking for 3B for joining you all and you’ll clean up the mess in the morning, too tired to get it done this late.

you take in a huge breath when you step into your room, relieved to finally be alone. it’s not like, you hate being around your friends, but sometimes this amount of people make you feel overwhelmed. you also can’t stop thinking about bakugou, your heart too loud to hear your thoughts and you wish so badly to be able to sleep right now and not feeling this ache of wanting him, knowing he probably wants somebody else.

——

the next few weeks are all the same, packed with tests, training, homework and the excitement for the training camp bubbling in your stomach. although, all of the stress leaves you in a second when you pass all of your tests and pack for the camp. you’ve been thinking about bakugou more and more and you managed to avoid him for your own sake. the uncertainty of having a chance with him made you feel nervous being around him, like you aren’t delusional, it would be weird if he actually thought of you that way since your fallout and all. you also don’t want to lose the friendship the two of you managed to build up again, so you’d rather stand aside and watch him be happy with someone else than losing him.

with thoughts like that, it was hard to get a decent amount sleep, you woke up quite groggy and moody the next morning. you took your time to get ready, coaxing (trying) yourself into a happier mood before anyone realises that something is off. you aren’t in the mood to explain yourself to anyone and you’re more than grateful for midoriya and uraraka for not bothering you about the whole thing you admitted to them.

a knock interrupted your thought process and you loudly asked the person on the other side to wait a second before opening the door, you were in the middle of dressing up in your uniform. bakugou was leaning against the door when you opened the door, watching you fumble with your tie and he quietly scoffed to himself before gently pulling your hands away and helped you. the sudden shock of seeing him caused you to freeze up at first but you let your hands fall down next to your sides while staring ahead of you.

“there dumbass” he rasps, the morning voice is still evident, making your brain hazy. “do you need help with your luggage? the bus just pulled up and we are putting our shit in” his voice is low as he slowly talks, wanting you to look up at him with your pretty hues, however your eyes remained on his shirt.

“that would be nice, thank you” you don’t look at him, instead you’re making your way back inside your room, then pull a large suitcase towards him.

bakugou picks it up without effort, vermilion eyes still trained on your figure “oi, are you okay?” his voice is now gentle compared to his usual harsh tone, stepping closer to you and you don’t move.

“yeah, i just didn’t sleep well last” you mumble out. “but it’s okay, i’ll just sleep on the bus” you force a smile on your face and before he could call you out on barely sleeping, you swiftly turn around to get your backpack and close your door. “let’s go, we’ll be late” you grab his arm and make your way down to the others. once you walk out of the building, you let go of bakugou’s arm and quietly walked towards the others.

bakugou won’t admit it, but he liked the warmth of your hand on his arm. although lately he feels like you’ve been pulling away from him, had he upset you somehow? bakugou doesn’t even want to think about the two of you falling out again, he knows he won’t be able to take it and that will tear his tough exterior down, he can’t let neither happen. bakugou decided the second the bus left and kirishima sat down next to him that during the one week of training camp, he will talk to you about his feelings, even if he knows that you won’t reciprocate them.

the ride towards the destination where your training camp will take place is three hours away from the school. uraraka asked you if it’s okay for her to sit with midoriya, to which you gave her a reassuring smile with a small nod. tsu takes a seat next to you a few minutes later, asking if you’re doing alright and you just put your head on her shoulder while mumbling about how tired you feel. you don’t even realise how you fell asleep till you feel tsu gently nudging you to wake up because you arrived. you don’t feel any less tired nonetheless, the aching feelings never leave. the boys help you girls with your suitcases when you step down from the bus and you all walk inside the large house you’ll be staying at.

this time, two people will share one room instead of everyone sharing one with their genders. mina jumps on you right away, begging for you to join her and you only grab her hand and drag her towards one of the rooms. the second you walk into the room, you plop down on the bed that’s closer to the window.

“we aren’t doing anything today, right?” you ask mina with your eyes closed.

“no we only start on monday, so today we can just relax and settle in!” she excitedly replied and you hear a bunch of things scatter around the floor already.

“good, i’m taking a nap” you pull the covers on top of you, only realising how drained you feel mentally. maybe you should talk to midoriya and uraraka about it, in hopes of feeling better, yeah you’ll do that once you slept.

“girl, what-“ mina doesn’t finish her sentence, already hearing your even breathing. she wonders if you’re doing alright, you’ve been kind of strange lately. at first she thought it was because you were stressed over the exams but she isn’t so sure anymore and mina damn well knows that a certain ash blonde boy is worried about you. mina didn’t have to ask bakugou if he liked you more than a friend, it was always evident since first year how he’s much more gentle around you. she decided not to push it with bakugou though, she doesn’t want to make you or him uncomfortable and mina knows that bakugou knows what he’s doing, she’s just there to support him even if she doesn’t know how you feel towards him.

after a few hours, you wake up to find your room empty. mina’s colourful things, mainly pink, fill up the half of the room and you’re surprised to see how the room isn’t a mess, well yet. you look at your phone to check the time with wide eyes when you realise, you’re already in the evening. there was a message from your pink friend to let you know that she’ll come and wake you up before dinner if you are still asleep then. you stand up from your bed and lock the door so no one walks in on you while changing. you change into a pair of gym shorts and a loose fitting shirt and you unpack your clothes and other necessities first before unlocking the door and leave your room to join the others. you hope they aren’t mad at you for not being around them lately (they are more worried than mad).

everyone is hanging outside, the camp had a large garden with a small pond at the back and a few benches with tables paired surrounded it. there was a larger table set up as well with snack and drinks for now, with cups and plates as well and you headed towards it.

“look who decided to join us!” kirishima exclaims loudly with a large smile plastered on his face and swings his arm around your shoulder, around you everyone cheers “you good?” he asks with a quieter tone, knowing it’s only a matter of seconds before everyone else surrounds you.

“yeah, just awfully hungry!” you let out a small laugh when you grab a bag of chips. “when’s dinner anyways?” you turn towards him curiously, knowing your appetite won’t go away till you had eaten a proper dinner.

“in half an hour” kirishima chuckles as he lets go of you (he felt his best friend’s red eyes on him the whole time and he doesn’t want to die anytime soon) and asks if you wanted to join him and the others which you only nod to, mentally preparing to face bakugou after your rather awkward encounter earlier that morning. towards your way to the table, mina stands up to greet you with a hug.

“i hope i didn’t wake you, i tried to be quiet while unpacking.” she says with a grin while rubbing your arms. you shake your head, mirroring her expression and she ushered you to sit down… next to bakugou.

“hi” you quietly greet the grumpy boy with a small smile, trying not to make him feel uncomfortable for pressing against him too much because mina took a seat next to you, sitting too closely. his left hand is resting on the backrest of the bench between you two and he’s only wearing a red wifebeater with black shorts, your thighs press tightly against his and you’re grateful he’s sitting like this because you’re not sure if you could handle being pressed against his hard chest. he only gives you a nod before he drinks from his water battle, his eyes are unreadable, his feature are blank. you must’ve made him upset because even when the two of you weren’t on talking terms, he never acted like this, so close yet so far away from you.

maybe he knows about your crush on him?

before you could overthink, mina turns towards you excitedly with sero and kaminari, asking for your opinion of something. it lead to you easily engaging in a conversation with them nearly forgetting about bakugou sitting next to you, realising that he hasn’t talked since you sat down. maybe he didn’t want to talk with you around?

“i’m gonna go and find ochaco, i’ll talk to you later okay?” you stood up and smiled at your friends as you excused yourself, kirishima looked at you with both brows raised, seemingly returned from somewhere. you only gave him a smile that didn’t reach your eyes but he only gave you a warm one back before turning towards his friends.

you walked towards where uraraka was sitting and when she made eye contact with you her rosy cheeks spread with a smile. you sat down next to her and she excitedly included you on what they were talking about with the dekusquad, feeling the lingering gaze of bakugou’s eyes on you, but you didn’t look at him at all.

bakugou didn’t want you to leave them, he knew he was acting differently and he didn’t talk during your conversation but he missed hearing you. hearing your voice is like a remedy for his aching heart and when you sat down, nearly pressing up against him, it took every ounce of his self control to not pull you close and have you nestled in his arms. like when kirishima had his arms around your shoulders, he so damn wished it was him holding you close like that and that’s why, he’ll ask you to talk to him after dinner.

dinner rolled around and you ate like a madman, snacks can only satisfy your appetite to a certain extent and the food that was served tasted like heaven. you still prefer bakugou’s cooking though. after dinner, a few still remained in their seats while others started to mingle. you were peacefully chatting with uraraka when her eyes jumped up and back down to you and before you could look up, a warm hand gently brushed against your shoulder.

“can we talk?” a deep voice rasps, your eyes look widely at uraraka who in turn only gives you a reassuring smile and you turn around to face bakugou.

“yeah, sure” you nervously smile and you swear your heart will come out of your throat at this rate. the rest of your way towards bakugou’s room is a blur as you follow him, your knees feel wobbly and you could empty your dinner on the floor.

bakugou let’s you in before himself and closes the door after the both of you are inside. it seems like he’s sharing a room with kirishima because the crimson riot blanket is something the redhead would own. that makes you feel a tad bit better and you sit down on kirishima’s bed, fingers finding the soft material of the blanket. bakugou sits down on his bed across from you, leaning back on his hands, vermillion eyes taking you in. his posture makes him look so sure of himself but that’s further away from how he actually feels. bakugou doesn’t know how to talk to you without feeling his heart racing or the tips of his ear turn red and the so called butterflies go wild in his stomach.

you patiently wait for him to start, the floor seems to be a great spot to look at and your leg is bouncing but it all stops when he finally starts talking to you “have i done somethin? you’ve been ignorin’ me lately.” he lowly grumbles, eyes never leaving you.

“i didn’t, no i-“ you don’t even know what to say, too caught off guard by his question. “i wasn’t uh ignoring you” you whisper nervously and you could faint right this instant.

“ya weren’t? ‘cos it felt like it” his voice sounded louder than before and now he leans back up with his arms crossed. “thought we started to get closer ya know” you look up at him when he says that, eyes slightly widen and he’s looking away from you now, pouting. he’ll knew if you lie to him, so you don’t know what to tell him. you’re scared to tell bakugou the truth about your feelings for him because you could ruin everything (you wouldn’t) you have with him.

“i couldn’t be around you knowing you like someone else” the words come out before you could stop them and you quickly cover your face after the realisation hits you. “i’m so dumb, i’m sorry. i know there is no chance of you liking me, like i didn’t even talk to you for years before ua because i was so damn mad, for how you treated izuku. and like i know i didn’t have a reason to, even izuku told me to not be afraid of you, i didn’t know if you’d end up hating me too during middle school. but you’re not a bad person on the inside, i’ve come to learn that and i really like being around you, i’ve realised there isn’t really anyone else for me but you and it hurts how much i need you knowing you don’t want me” you’re sobbing into your hands as the words come out wobbly and you can’t stop them leaving your lips.

it takes bakugou a few minutes to actually understand what you’re saying and he feels relieved knowing you feel the same as him. he quickly gathers his thoughts because you are literally breaking down infront of him and he’s just sitting there pouting like an idiot.

“oi, look at me” he gently pleaded as he kneeled down infront of you, large warm hands attached themselves to your smaller wrist to tug your hands out of his view. when you let him, your eyes are glossy and red, yet he still thinks you’re beautiful. “i- fuck, i was worried you’d never talk me again after how i acted. fuck, i don’t even know what i did to deserve even the smallest moments with ya.” he lets out a dry chuckle, but his eyes never leave yours. “when you started to be more open towards me, as much as i wished to, i didn’t want force myself on you and lose you again. i’ve always known since we were kids that i want to be with you.” his thumbs started to stroke your cheeks as he takes a hold of your face and you look at him bewilderingly from his confession. “and now you’re here tellin’ me what i’ve been craving to hear for years now, it feels fucking insane.” he leans in closer now, looking up at you with love filled eyes, hands wondering down from your face to your hips. “if you’ll have me, i’ll treat you like you deserve. so please have me (y/n)” he’s begging now, he will take whatever pain life throws at him, as long as you’re by his side.

“katsuki..” your voice is small, barely audible as you try to process what is going on, bakugou likes you. it’s you who he likes and he wants to be with you just as much as you want to be with him. “i’ll die if it isn’t you i’m with” you whimper and he pulls you closer to meet your body halfway. one of his hands sneak back up to your cheek and your arms wrap around his neck.

your lips finally meet, moulding perfectly together and it’s quite clumsy since it’s both of your first kiss, but it doesn’t matter. your hand sneaks up into his ash blonde hair to pull him closer to you before he leaves for a second to breath, and then leans back in, both hands now placed on your hips again and pulls you impossibly close. his tongue is licking at your bottom lip to let him in, which you do and completely let go of yourself.

suddenly you feel your back pressed against the soft mattress and bakugou is above you, kissing you like it’s your last one. a hand wanders down your thighs and he pulls away a little to ask for permission and when you lean back up for more, he moves your thigh out of the way and presses himself closer. now with your hips touching, you whimper into the kiss when he ruts into as gently as he can, he pulls away to kiss along your jaw and down to your neck, trying to find that sweet spot of yours. you moan when he kisses where your shoulder and neck meets and he starts to kiss, lick and suck at the spot all at once.

your thighs squeeze his waist as his movement never stop and the repeated actions on your neck doesn’t help either. when bakugou finishes he leaves with a small kiss on the bruising spot and moves back to your lips. the kiss this time is more hungry and hot, but before things could be taken any further, bakugou leans back and moves so you two can see each other.

“let me take you out first, princess” he looks down at you with a soft look and his lips are plump and wet from the kiss.

“okay” you smile wildly at him and he pulls the both of you up so the both of you are sitting up and brings you in his arms.

“i’m so fucking happy that you finally came around, it was worth to wait all these years” he whispers against your ears and you let out a giggle.

“thank you for waiting for me kats” you peck his lips and for the first time ever, bakugou’s face breaks out in a large grin.

(midoriya, uraraka, kirishima and mina were all standing outside the room until the two of you started kissing. they all smiled to each other, feeling happy for their friends and relieved that the two of you finally confessed)

[rumisgf]

“PALMS” - bakugou katsuki x reader

✮ summary: bakugou isn’t world’s most comforting person, and he’s well aware. but you bring something out him.

✮ warnings: swearing, mentions of injury, self deprecation, comfort, a dash of angst

BAKUGOU isn’t one to nurture others. if someone like deku, kirishima, or denki gets hurt, he’ll slap a good bandaid on it and maybe wish them well if he’s in the mood to. for anyone else, he’ll tell them to walk it off and only secretly hope they’re okay. showing genuine care or worry for someone is too vulnerable and sappy for him to handle. his mother never was never one for being overly tender or sweet. not that it was a necessarily bad thing, but tough love was all he was every given so it’s what he knows best. so, why exactly is he carrying his fast asleep girlfriend to his dorm at one in the morning?

i mean, to be fair, anyone would feel at least a little bad to walk in on someone crying in their room all by themself. it’s not his fault he felt his heart break. and it’s not his fault he felt the need to come in and sit next to you. or that he felt the need to place a hand on or back and rub slow circles. or that you fell into his chest, weakly gripping his shirt. or that he supposed he might as well ask you what the hell happened. after all, anyone would feel bad that their significant other is overly stressed about exams, feels like they’re a failure, and isn’t good enough to be the person you’re dating because they’re “an such a fucking idiot compared to you.” anyone would proceed to grab their significant other’s face and tell them that there’s nothing to worry about because they’re smart as hell. anyone would reassure them that even if they don’t agree at the moment, it’s okay because “…i do, okay? so stop cryin’ you don’t need to stress yourself out over it.”

so yeah, he’s definitely not carrying you back to his dorm because he wants you to feel safe, loved, cared for, or any of that stupid stuff. this totally isn’t his way to show that even if he can’t do that sappy affectionate word stuff, his actions may be able to prove that his heart skips a beat every time he lays eyes on you. he totally doesn’t want anything more than for you to know that you’re good enough for him to love.

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[plussizeficchick]

Romantic Lover| Bakudeku x Chubby! Reader

Its the long awaited part 2 y’all! Sorry it took so long but I needed to get the thoughts together😂loosely based on the Eyedress song of the same name. Part 1

Warnings: death(nothing too explicit)double penetration, reader uses she/they pronouns.

Katsuki Bakugo is never one to be intimidated. Ever since he was born, he’d been told he was destined for greatness and while the compliments were nice, they never felt meaningful.

If Bakugo was being honest, he couldn’t give a shit about what anybody thought of him.

Then you had to come along.

Things were going just great for him too, you know? He was top of his class, he was improving rapidly with his quirk and most importantly, he was better than fucking Deku and he knew it!

But then you showed up, with your big, round eyes and cute chubby cheeks. You with your soft, plushy waist that he just wanted to hold onto with his rough, calloused hands. You with your deliciously thick thighs that he just wanted to suck, and bite and kiss.

You, who’s compliments mean more to him than anything in the world.

But you’re always with fucking Deku!

There’s never a moment where his head is not up your ass and you’re too fucking naive to notice!

But he’s not, and he’s gonna do something about it.

— —

Izuku used to consider himself a people person.

Always willing to lend a hand, be a shoulder to cry on, he was never one to turn someone away, stranger or not.

But then, you strolled back into town.

Izuku remembers your time together growing up. Truthfully, it shaped him into the hero-in-training he is today. He always admired your strength, your ability to block out people that always seemed to have something to say about you.

If Izuku was being honest with himself, he liked you a lot.

But now.

Oh, but now, he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.

He still remembers seeing you on your first day back, he’d always had an unconscious habit of strolling by your grandparents house, on the off chance that’d he see you in the same yard you used to play in, when he saw you.

You’d filled out, quite nicely, if he does say so himself. Wide hips that he was sure would feel like heaven to hold, yummy thick thighs that he just wanted to sandwich his head between, lapping up the juices of the fattest, prettiest cunt he’s sure to ever exist. Plump lips that he’s wanted to kiss ever since he was a kid.

You were gorgeous. And he had to talk to you.

— —

Once you’d settled back into town, Izuku made it a point to always see you. At first, his friends wondered where he was running off to, then they had the “smart” idea to follow him one day and that’s when they stumbled upon you.

Izuku couldn’t explain it, but for some reason, when he’d been practically forced to introduce you to his friends, he felt a burning pit in his stomach. He felt annoyed, vexed, because you were no longer just his. He knew his friends, knew that they’d want to see you and be around you. You just had that kind of energy, you were someone people gravitated toward.

And Izuku didn’t like that.

But what could he do? It’s not like he can just steal you away.

Could he?

No, no. That wouldn’t do. It’d only make you dislike him, and he really, really wants you to like him.

So he’s willing to share you, for now.

— —

It isn’t even a few months into you meeting Izuku’s friends that he and Bakugo start competing for your affection. You’re having lunch with Izuku? Fine, but you’re having dinner with Kat. Bakugo treating you to a cute brunch in the park? Nice, Izuku’s got a whole evening planned with your favorite activities involved. And the compliments, they’re practically never ending with those two. Where Izuku’s are more upbeat and hopeful, Katsuki’s are more aggressive and abrasive but they’re so authentically them, that you don’t mind at all!

It’s finally a week where they’ve completely run out of ideas that Izuku comes to Katsuki with the idea. “Why don’t we just share them?” He says to Katsuki when they’re on their way to their respective internships. “Hah? They’re not a fucking toy, Deku. We can’t just-” “Why not, Kaachan? It’s obvious we both like her. And I’d rather work with you and keep away other people than have to compete with you and other guys.” Bakugo contemplates his words before coming to a decision. “Alright, fuckin’ nerd. I’ll work with you, but you remember; we fuck her together, so you better not try to get your fuckin’ shrimp dick wet before I do.” He scowls before extending his hand. Izuku brightens at his compliance and shakes his hand, the final nail in the coffin.

— —

If the boys were being honest with themselves, this was a lot harder than they’d originally anticipated.

Not necessarily the working together, they actually got on really well, more than Katsuki would like to admit considering he was starting to feel things for the dork and vice versa, but it was more so everyone else.

Whenever they’re with you they can’t help but notice that people are always looking at you. Granted, you did dress less modest than others your size but who cares? So you’ve got more skin to show, it’s not anything to gander at. While you’re under the impression that the stares you garter are of judgment, the boys can see the true nature of their looks. They can see the underlying desire, the lust brewing in the eyes of men, women and everything in between. They’re familiar because they see that look in each others eyes every time they’re around you.

It disgusts them.

They’re the only ones allowed to gaze at you in such a way, the only ones allowed to bask in your presence.

They’ve got some work to do.

— —

You’re nervous.

For the past few weeks, there have been back to back murders and the most unsettling part, is that they all happen at places that you frequent. That cute little bakery with the super nice barista who sometimes gives you a treat for free? Yeah, that same barista was found dead not even five feet away from the place. That nice, cozy grocery store just a few yards from your house with the sweet cashier that asked for your number? Her body was found in the freezer of that same store.

And the most recent? Your dear friend, Ochako recently came over to confess her growing feelings for Izuku.

You were a bit sad, sure, considering you also had feelings for the freckled man but you encouraged her and spent your night wallowing in self pity.

So you thought, that this Halloween party would help boost the spirits of you and your friends. You’d never anticipated it’d end like this!

Or did you?

— —

“Hey, I’m talking to ya. Or are ya too fucked to even pay attention.” Katsuki coos to you. You whine, the pressure of the head of his cock hitting you deliciously. “Be nice, Kaachan. She just came three times.” Izuku hushes, peppering wet kisses up and down your neck. Izuku wasn’t going to lie, his cock felt like it was near bursting the way your hole was squeezing him. He could barely move! But he didn’t have to worry about that too much with the way Katsuki was practically bouncing you on their cocks.

“Fuckin’ creaming my dick, baby. Y’like that? Feel good?” Katsuki grunts into your ear. You can barely form a response, only able to nod and form incoherent babbles. “S’good ‘Suki. Izu. Making me feel s’good. Gonna-” “That’s it, sweetheart. You close?” Izuku asks, already knowing the answer. The way your holes were clamping down on both of them had them practically breathless, but they needed you to cum first.

Katsuki reaches down to where you both connect and gathers some of the wetness collected there. “So. Fucking. Gooddd.” He groans, using his now lubricated fingers to circle your clit, the bud practically twitching under his ministrations. “Fuck! Kat, Izu, gonna- please!” You cry out. You don’t even know what you're begging for. Less, more, it’s all blurring together in the haze of your orgasm. Izuku pulls your chubby cheeks to look at him, puckering your lips in the process, “Cum, baby. Make a mess of us. It’s all yours.” You don’t know why, but it’s those words that triggers the hardest orgasm you think you’ve ever had. Your cunt spasms around their lengths as you milk their cocks for all their worth.

It doesn’t take long before their thrusts turn sloppy and they’re filling you up with their seed. It’s warm and has your tummy turning in the best way and it takes everything in you to keep in the rush of cum threatening to spill out.

The boys collapse on either side of you, not before wetting a cloth and running it through your folds and giving you a quick snack and tons of praise.

You almost don’t want to, but you know you have to address the elephant in the room. “So, you guys were behind all those murders?” You ask. You feel them stiffen, but you’re quick to reassure them. “I’m not upset or anything! I guess I’m just trying to understand why.” Katsuki scoffs, before pulling you further into his arms. “Cause your fucking ours. And it’s gonna stay that way.” He says with finality. You nod, but there’s still something bothering you, “But what about Ochako? She didn’t have any interest in me.” Izuku blinks one eye open, content being snuggled into your side. “Well we can’t have you thinking someone has a chance with either of us, can we?” You nod and watch as both of your boys settle into you. However you can���t help the smirk that makes it’s way to your face.

Silly boys, don’t they know the coach shouldn’t leave their playbook out in the open?

— —

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OMG HEYYY HAD THIS ONE SITTING IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE ler!todoroki x lee!deku with 'i guess you leave me no choice' and 'whats wrong?I'm not doing anything'

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EHEHEHEH Tododeku!!! My heart- my soul- my entire being!!! I love them so much your honor! I've gotcha covered, friend! :D

CW: foot tickles

“Shoto?” Midoriya was shaking him. “Are you awake? I had thoughts.”

Now- Todoroki wouldn’t usually mind entertaining his boyfriend’s early morning thoughts. He loved the way his mind worked, and it usually ended in something very sweet. However- the pillows today just felt so good, and he’d been with Midoriya long enough to tell he wasn’t seeking comfort.

Instead of making it known he was awake, he carried on pretending to sleep. He would soon learn to regret his decision.

“I can tell you’re awake. Hey- Shoto.” More gentle pokes and nudges- he was struggling not to smile now. “I can see your lips twitching! Are you- AH! Are you ignoring me?” Midoriya sounded so theatrically upset it nearly broke him right then and there. “Oh- so that’s how it is, huh? Fine. You leave me no choice.”

What? Todoroki didn’t know what that meant, or how to feel as Midoriya seemed to crawl out of bed. Oops, maybe he pushed it too far. He should-

“GEhehehehehehe! Nohohohohohoho!”

“Oh, so now you’re awake?” Midoriya asked, a laugh in his voice as his fingers attacked Todoroki’s socked soles. “What’s wrong? I’m not doing anything- just sitting here. Alone. Ignored!”

“Ehehehhahaha! Ihiihihzuku! Pleahahhahse!” Todoroki flailed about, arching and tangling himself up in the sheets as his boyfriend carried on tickling him. This was a mistake- a huge mistake! Why did he think it was smart to ignore him? Not with his feet in such a vulnerable position! “Bahahhahahby, I’m shahahhahrry! I’m shahahhahahrry, pleahahahhase stohohohop!”

“Oh? Are you really sorry for ignoring me? Truly?” Midoriya grinned back at him, sticking his tongue out playfully as he focused his efforts into the bad spot below his toes. “If you are, say you love me!”

“I lhoohohohove you! I lohohohohove you sohoohhooho muhuhuhuch, ahahahhahaha!” Todoroki cried out, cheeks red and belly hurting from how hard he was laughing. Finally- only then the tickles ended. Midoriya’s face appeared not long after, eyes warm as he gently tugged the sheets loose. “Oohohokay..whahat are your thohohohughts?”

“Hmm..you know? I kinda forgot.” Midoriya grinned, squealing with mirth when Todoroki jumped him. Soon the room was filled with fresh laughter, this time the other boys.

He’d remember his thoughts eventually.

[kiyomai]

disappeared off of the face of the planet but … been thinking about vampire!midoriya and how unbelievably hungry he’d be.

warnings. vampires, stalkingish, mind control, loss of autonomy(?), blood(he bites you at the end but it’s not descriptive) GN!reader, reader is called ‘pretty’ but everyone’s pretty so no gender attached to it, let me know if i’m missing tags please !!! minors DO NOT interact

he’s the kind of vampire who’d starve himself cuz he hates the idea of hurting people, of ripping through flesh to reach the one thing his body can’t live without.

but he can’t—won’t.

he’s not a monster, not at heart, at least. he doesn’t want to be a monster. he’s nice, he cares about humans—people, he has to remind himself.

they’re people, and i’m not a monster.

so he doesn’t eat.

but all things must eat to survive, even a creature like him.

and in comes you, unsuspecting little human that you are, walking down the dark, dark streets, aware of your surroundings, yet none the wiser of the real monsters lurking through the night.

izuku watches you from the rooftops, hears the way your heart beats a little faster with the way you’re speed walking, knowing how desperate you are to get home.

you’re so unbelievably human.

and he’s so unbelievably hungry.

he doesn’t remember jumping. one second you were out reach, and the next, well…he’s in front of you now.

your expression morphs into terror and your heart is beating out of your chest. it’s a good look on you, he thinks. you look so human.

you reach to grab something while your eyes are trained on him, watching his every move. smart, he thinks, too bad he’s not human. and with the little energy he has, he wills you to stop.

“it’s okay,” swims through your mind, sticking like honey. “you’re alright.” and with those few words, you’re at ease, and izuku thinks you look even prettier like this—under his thumb.

for a while, all he does is stare at you.

how long has it been since he’s been this close to a human before?

how long… has he been starving—denying himself of the one thing he needs to survive.

your hand twitches and izuku catches it.

oh right, he’s not that strong. if he waits any longer, you’ll break free in no time.

he takes the small window he has to get closer to you, thankful that you’re still under, and rests his head on your shoulder.

“i know this is a little strange.” his voice is soft as he speaks, but he knows his voice is echoing loudly in your empty little head. “and that deep down you’re scared out of your mind.” his hands are itching to wrap around you.

“i’m sorry. so sorry that i cant—that im not strong enough to make this painless,” his breathing quickens, unable to hold back. “i just want—i really need you.”

his hand wraps around your neck and the chill that runs through you drives him crazy. if you manage to slip through the cracks, he thinks he won’t mind it. “i promise i won’t take too much,” he breathes into your neck. “i just want a taste. you’ll let me have this, right, pretty?”

and with the last of his will keeping you trapped, you nod your head just enough for him to sink his fangs in.

a/n: i haven’t written in 2 years :O wow i’ve been lurking on tumblr dot com but writing became so difficult. i’ve been rewatching tvd and every time i see stefan i think of deku and how he’d be the same (especially in terms of ripper!stefan) yeaupp hope u enjoyed!!! likes, comments and reblogs are welcome and appreciated <3

[lost-in-wond3rland]

Ima ask you to walk with me for a moment, okay?

—————————————

SO. Quarter Back Katsuki (like professional, NFL level) and water boy Izuku right?

But. BUT!

Season for Katsuki? Starting rough TM. They have two games left to the playoffs, and if they don’t win they’re out.

Cut to Katsuki staying late to practice, he walks into the locker room, and Izuku is fucking with the white board. Katsuki is (unsurprisingly-) PISSED. It’s do or die time, they have to win, or his season is over. Izuku, stammering and muttering as he does, is trying to explain the change in play. Katsuki yells at him to fuck off and be does. Katsuki takes his shower, looks at the board and ya know what? It’s not a bad play. But wtf does a little water boy know ANYWAY? He changes it back.

We make it to game day, they’re down by 1 touchdown and Katsuki feels himself being backed into a corner.

UNTILL! He looks over and catches Izuku. He (in his very Katsuki way) grabs a clipboard and stomps his way over to em.

“Write it down.”

“E-excuse me?!”

“The play from last night ya damn nerd. I ain’t gonna ask you again.”

And so, Izuku does. Katsuki looks it over, nods, and goes back over to the team with the clipboard.

And guess what? They run the play.

And they win.

Color Katsuki surprised, they live to see another game.

The stadium clears out, teams gone, and Katsuki finds himself in the locker room with one Izuku Midoriya who’s putting away bottles and things.

“Oi, nerd.”

Izuku starts, looking up at him.

“Nice play.” He says before stalking out of the locker room.

Next game comes, and it’s not much better. They’re tied, they’re best offensive player (prob Kiri or something idk-) is out, and they either make a touch down or get thrown into overtime exhausted. They’re lining up and Katsuki hears him.

“CALL A TIME OUT!!” Katsuki tries to ignore Izuku’s yells, but after eventually ends of calling it.

“The fuck do you want, you damn nerd!?”

“I have a play.”

“Excuse me?” (Coach Aizawa hi, nice to meet you-)

“What, you think cuz I used one play from you last time, im gonna do it again? Who’s to say it wasn’t a fluke?”

“Maybe it was. But you know without Kirishima, if you run the play you’re about to run, you’re going to lose this game.”

And Katsuki hates it, the fire and defiance that he finds in green eyes. Hates it as much as he kind of loves it.

“…give him a fucking clipboard.”

“Is this smart, Bakugou?”

“You got any better ideas old man?!”

“…”

“Give him the fucking clipboard. DUMB ASSES! Huddle up!”

(Guess who wins the game hehehe)

Cut to a season of Izuku and Katsuki becoming a WILD team, Izuku becoming a playmaker and officially moving on from water boy duties. He gets a headset and everything, working right along side Aizawa during the games.

And the tension grows.

“You know more than I’d expect, for a water boy.”

“I wasn’t always a water boy kaachan.”

“‘Tch. You’re really sticking with that name huh?”

“Depends.”

“On what.”

“Are you gonna stick with ‘Deku’ and ‘nerd’?”

“You can bet your ass I am.”

“Then I’m sticking with Kaachan!” He looks up at the blonde, smile blinding and playful.

AND THEN-

“You said you weren’t always a water boy.”

“I did.”

“What’s your story, Deku.”

“Win the next game, and I’ll tell you.”

And they do, making it to the Super Bowl.

The night before:

“You said you’d tell me.”

“I did…”

“…so? Come on nerd, don’t leave me hanging.”

“I played. In high school, and first two years of college. I was a pretty good running back, if I say so myself.”

Katsuki looks Izuku over, eyes trailing over his body. “Yeah, I can see it. Explains the build… always thought you were too fast and built for a water boy.” Izuku smiles at him, though it’s kind of sad. “What happened?”

“I was…stupid. That’s what happened.” He chuckles, though it’s self deprecating. “I was never the most…popular in school. Sophomore year of college, I started to get pretty popular on campus. Went to a few parties. One night, I was driving home and I… shouldn’t have been. Wrapped my car around a pole. Shattered my knee, broke my neck… was paralyzed for a little bit but thankfully that didn’t last. A lot of months of physical therapy later, and I could walk again. Started running even. But, I was never cleared to play again. If I suffered another neck injury well…the doctors said no amount of pt would bring me back again. So… that’s it. I haven’t played, and I haven’t drank, since.”

The realization slams into Katsuki, the look on Izuku’s face when Katsuki showed up at his apartment drunk, Izuku hysterically yelling at Katsuki about drinking and driving (spoiler: he didn’t drive, he called an Uber. Katsuki would never-). “Shit…”

Izuku just nods, offering a sad smile. “It’s not all bad…I like watching. And…this past season? Kaachan it’s… it’s meant everything to me,” he admits, eyes watering. “It feels like playing again, and…regardless of how it started, you gave this to me. You trusted me enough to let me do this and I…just. Thank you.”

Katsuki swallows the lump in his throat, heart aching for the man in front of him. “Honestly? I wouldn’t trust anyone else… Dek- Izuku. This season? Is as much yours as it is mine… you’re our playmaker, our morale. Shit, the entire mood of team hinges on you. Without you? We’re not a team.”

Izuku smiles, silent tears falling. “Thank you, Katsuki.”

And hearing his name, his real name, sends a shock through his system. Katsuki reaches out a hand, thumb catching falling falling tears. “Izuku, I-“ he starts to whisper.

Izuku grabs his wrist, and shakes his head. But there’s a spark in his eyes that soothes Katsuki’s nerves immediately. “Tell me tomorrow. Tell me tomorrow, after you win.”

Katsuki can’t help but match Izuku’s smile with his own. “After I win.” He says, like it’s an inevitable. And maybe it is.

(Ahem, cut to game day, sorry this brain rot is everywhere lol)

It’s a close game. A REALLY close game. The other team gets Katsuki with a hip tackle, and his knee is on fire from the fall.

“Kaachan, you can’t-“

“Oi,” he says, grabbing Izuku’s shoulder and forcing him to meet his eyes. “The doc cleared me, I’m wrapped, and Shoji isn’t gonna let anyone get close to me.”

“But-“

“Hey. I promised you a win didn’t I? You trust me?”

“More than anything.” Izuku says, without hesitation.

Katsuki smiles, dropping his head to place a chaste, barely there kiss on Izuku’s lips. “We got this nerd. You, and me.” He whispers, staring right into his eyes before heading back out onto the field.

(A few plays later and guesssss who has his first Super Bowl ring hehehe. In my head, it’s Katsuki rookie year. But he’s Katsuki so of course he’s the starting qb with something to prove all year. And boy did he PROVE)

“Katsuki! Katsuki! Now that you’ve won, and in your rookie year no less, what are you going to do?” Katsuki’s eyes go over the reports head and a smile splits his lips as he sees a cheering Izuku crying on the sidelines.

“What am I gonna do? I’m gonna go plan my fucking date-“ with those words, Katsuki weaves his way through the crowd, breaking out into a run and scooping Izuku up when he reaches him, placing a proper kiss on his lips this time.

(Alexa play the alchemy by Taylor Swift, specifically, “cheers chanted, cause they said tere was no chance. Trying to be the greatest in the league. Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me-“ section)

The team cheers as they’re QB and Playmaker finally make it official.

“Damn problem children.” Aizawa sighs, sitting down on the bench, soaked in Gatorade.

“I think it’s sweet,” Hizashi smiles down at his husband. “Reminds me of another young couple I knew.”

Aizawa hums, brushing his lips gently with his husbands. “We weren’t so bad, were we?”

“Oboro and Nemuri were about ready to lock us in a room and leave us there had we not figured it out when we did.”

Aizawa laughs, soft and genuine. “Fair.” He stands, walking over to his QB and playmaker. “You coming back next season?”

“No shit old man.”

Aizawa nods, before raising an eyebrow at Izuku.

“M-me?”

“We need our playmaker, right?”

“Damn straight we do.”

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Anyway the end- LOL. Thanks for taking this journey with me, ‘twas a nice walk, have a great day 😅

[eris-snow]

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Tags: Revelation (Deku's birthday series 2024), izuku x fem!reader, angst, fluff, comfort, period cramps

Masterlist

July 2nd. Even and Odd.

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To say you were feeling shitty would be an understatement. For one, your period came early, and now you were stuck bleeding out with chronic back pain and cramps. A headache storms its way and makes itself right at home, and by the end of training, you’re stuffing Panadol down your throat like it's the last slab of meat at a buffet. It doesn’t really work, and you’re already used to how unproductive you are when bleeding week knocks on your door, but it’s still a pain in the ass. (Literally)

With the holidays hot on the heels, Aizawa has reverted to the basics, leaving them to run laps around the school to build stamina. Whoever ran the least number of laps would be in charge of clean up of the dorms for a week, and everyone was off before their Sensei could even say “Ready, set, go.”

Eyebags sag deep under your eyes as you run, but you weren’t last at the very least.

“Mind if I join you?” A full-body shiver envelops you as you startle. The light tone of the voice, tipped with eternal nervous energy; the voice of the Savior of the world. You turn, and your eyes are met with mossy hair, freckles and a boy who’s already turning into a man.

Izuku’s smile is gentle, and you can read him like a damn book because that’s the same look he had last year at the very place he forgot you existed. He wants something.

What do you want?

Lips pull downwards, and Izuku jogs beside you, passing trees that are flourishing in the heat of summer. His forehead creases, and Izuku looks worried, confused, and just the slightest bit offended. “What do you mean?”

Crap, you said it aloud.

“We don’t exactly…talk.” You say, forcing yourself to reply. “We only really interact if we’re working together for an assignment.”

Pity etches itself on Izuku’s face, masked with the horrified look you know all too well. “I’m…sorry you felt that way.’ He murmurs. “We’re like family, our class. I didn’t know you felt left out."

You hate him.

You love him.

“A-Anyway,” laughs Izuku, scratching the back of his head. “I found your note in the dustbin yesterday.”

Fuck.

“Kacchan was the one who showed it to me.”

I swear to All Might, that asshole just can’t keep his mouth shut—

“I’m…worried about you, L/n. You’re strong, and you’re smart, and I can see how you passed the transfer exam to U.A because of your battle strategy and your out-of-the-box thinking methods, but your note—”

If I tell you I’m not who you think I am…will you believe me?

“And the fact that you asked me to believe you—”

please believe me, Izuku

“What is it that you want me to believe so desperately?” His voice is firm, resilient, curious and you’re cursing yourself all the way to hell. You’ve been avoiding looking at Izuku’s eyes. Those emerald green pearls that held so many emotions—love, admiration, everything—for you, and once it’s gone you can never unsee what it used to be.

Suddenly, cicadas are chirping and you’re back in the clearing you dubbed as yours. Your hand is outstretched, and Izuku’s nothing but a mess of curls and tears, smothered with dirt and grass.

“Who are you?” He had croaked, bruised and scared.

Your breath comes out in short puffs, and this time, he’s strong, running by you side by side, scars littering every inch of his hands.

“Who are you?”

Everything hurts, and when you look up to finally meet his eyes, and, oh, they’re so beautiful. “I’m…”

Your lips curl into a smile, falling back into old, bad habits.

“Some that’s going to beat you in this exercise.”

Takeoff comes naturally because the only real thing you know how to do is run away from your problems like a coward. Izuku’s calling, and you know he can catch up to you faster than you can pick an eyelash, but you just run, and run, and keep running until your lungs explode with hissy, petty burns. Your world is turning black and grey, all the green, the colour of life, the colour of hope, is swallowed up by the monster. If your hope was a torch, you’d be grasping onto the embers. (Not your love, too bad, that torch is an eternal flame.)

As for the scoreboard, well. You were ranked first.

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Someone is knocking at your door.

It doesn’t stop.

Looking around, it was safe to say that you did not want anyone to look at the state of your room. Balls of tissue were strewn all over the floor like it was seashells on the beach, clothes dumped haphazardly into your half-open closet. The air is still because you haven’t opened the window in ages, opting for the air conditioner. Your bed isn’t made, and even though it’s comfortable, it’s suffocating to be in a room this cluttered. The worst area is your desk. Once neat and organised, was now littered with half-finished assignments and sweet wrappers. Your school bag slumped on your chair, notebooks jutting out like bones of disfigured bodies.

A cluttered room for an even more cluttered mind.

Kacchan would be mad.

There are more thumps on the door, and you curl up even further. Maybe if you ignore it, he’d think you weren’t—

“I see the lights on, L/n, please answer me.”

Goddamnit.

The same voice that is bright and light, anchored by concern with everlasting patience. Izuku.

“I was thinking about what we were saying.” He continues like he wasn’t talking to a door. “I want to make you feel part of the class, um. So I was going to invite you to the movie night happening on Friday. We’re gonna be watching Inside Out 2, ‘cause Shoto’s been, um, ecstatic about its release.”

You cover your head with your pillow, groaning. Another movie night? Yeah, no thanks.

“I heard that!” He calls, and you have to fight back a smile.

You’re far too akin to orchids, sensitive to every little action or inaction dealt by the weather. You could be on your deathbed and Izuku would still find a way to make you laugh.

“L/n, please,” There’s a small thunk, and you can imagine Izuku’s head pressed against your door, mind whirling, trying to find the right words to say. “Say something. I’m here, to listen, at least. Not just a training partner. Kacchan, he’s…he’s worried about you. He said that only I can help, but…but I don’t even know how.”

There it is. The shadow of the boy who was just trying to live out his dream, under all the passion, grit and scars was…

Someone uncertain. Someone afraid.

Someone insecure.

You knew it was difficult living up to expectations, because if there’s one thing that this school does right, it was to force its students to rise to the challenges and surpass them, but Izuku always had a nasty case of Imposter Syndrome due to his previous status as a Quirkless person. Paired with Kacchan’s bullying from the past, and Izuku was left second-guessing if he really deserved everything he’s earned by himself.

You look at your ceiling, seeing grey. Everything was, from your clothes to your sheets, the walls you’d strip of pictures because looking at them made you want to rip them up and the tin box that held your Secrets.

Izuku’s silence was like a pressure cooker on its highest setting.

Fuck it.

Stumbling out of bed, you make your way to the door, carefully manoeuvring your way across the room like it was an obstacle course. Yanking the door open, Izuku startles, yanking back with a fierce blush crawling up his face.

“You opened the door.” He says dumbly.

Your future Symbol and Peace, ladies and gentlemen, still a hopeless nerd that is hopelessly awkward in social situations.

Before you could say anything in response, however, Izuku notices your dishevelled appearance. “Are you…okay?”

“Yeah,” it comes out cracked. Clearing your throat, you try again. “Yeah, I’m alright—”

“Your room!” Izuku looks past your shoulder, and you know what he sees. Just like you, just like everything.

It’s a gigantic mess.

“Do you mind?” Izuku taps the door frame, seeking your permission.

Say yes, say yes, if there’s anything you’re good for say yes—

You shake your head.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?

Izuku steps inside, and looks at you with an expression you’ve never wanted to burden him with: pure, unfiltered pity.

“We’re cleaning this room.”

Panic erupts in your veins, as you try to stop him, tripping over your feet. “What, no—!”

Izuku takes the remote and switches the A.C. off. “A stifling room means a suffocated mind. Kacchan’s taught me that.” He looks back at you, gentle smile right where it was supposed to be.

“What you need—” He pads over to the windows, unlocks it, and blows them wide open. “Is a breath of fresh air.”

A gust of wind sends your hair billowing behind you, your assignments fluttering around like it was a choreographed dance. You look out the window and startle. Out there, the flora is bursting with colour, the hues of greens, oranges, and blues welcoming you back to the world.

This time, as you respire, you feel like you can actually breathe again.

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It takes hours before you can finally declare you’re done.

Izuku works with you in tandem, Arranging your assignments as you tackle the laundry, wiping surfaces tops while you change your sheets.

“Hey,” He says, not looking at you. “Does this mean you’re coming for the movie night?”

You pause, pondering.

“Sure.”

Keeping you company, never overstepping boundaries, it’s a wonder that Izuku manages to get you even without his memories. He knows where things go without being told, knows what to touch and things to leave to you to clean.

By the time both of you are done, you’re sweating, cheeks flushed, with one huge garbage bag to bring back out to the dumpster.

All the while, the sun sets, the pretty light streaks through, lathering your once messy room with warmth and bright, orange tones.

It’s beautiful.

“Thank you,” you breathe.

Izuku turns his head, sweating just as hard as you, and pumps his fist. “Well…it’s what we friends do, isn’t it?”

You let out a breathless chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah…that’s…that’s right.” Nodding to the plastic bag, you avoid his gaze. “I should bring that out now, so—”

“I can do it!” Izuku springs to his feet reaching for it.

You’re guilty, and possibly a little embarrassed. He’s already done so much for you, you can afford to take out the trash. “No, I got it—”

As if sensing the tension, the plastic bag slumps down from its spot next to your desk and spews out the rubbish it holds.

The largest item falls out, and Izuku’s eyes are greeted with a watercolour painting of a glade that is grassy and an ageing willow tree, still big and strong. The water is crystal clear, and there’s a picnic mat haphazardly laid next to the tree, but with strangely no people in sight.

Recognition flares up in his eyes. “T-This painting….”

He looks up at you, mouth falling agape as crippling anxiety replaces the soothing calm from before. “K-Kacchan said that the picture was from Auntie,” Izuku said quietly, fumbling with his wallet, shaky scarred hands reaching for it. There it was, your gift to him from last year, right in front of you for the first time since you’d given it away. “I found it weird because she was never the photography kind of person,” He says, comparing the image to your identical painting. “But I didn’t question it.”

You can’t do anything. Everything feels numb. Suddenly, the warm rays washing onto you felt like cruel reminders of your mistake all those years ago. The world’s still turning, but you feel like you’re stuck in time. The world washes back into its shade of grey.

You should have never let him into your room.

“L/n…did you give me this Polaroid?”

[xkaidaxxxx]

Eligible Bakugou x Eligible Reader

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“ Go on and mingle sweetie.” Your mother said fixing your sleeve. Your father gave you a look that said behave for you need a suitor. You nodded and ran along. As soon as you were about to have a cup of tea a man went up to you. “Hello beautiful maiden. I’m Eijiro Kirishima.” he pressed a peck on your soft hand. “ I’m Ms. Y/n L/n. It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” you replied with a pretty smile. “ Hello, I see Kirishima beat me to it. I’m Denki Kaminari.” he introduced himself by pecking your hand as well. You giggled. - he's so cute- you thought. “ Would you like to dance with me?” Kirishima asked you, which was Denki’s que to leave. “ Of course.” you replied and as you started dancing you noticed many other men were watching. “ “They had every right to do so””  after all you were beautiful, young, and single. Oh and on top of that your family is the most wealthy. You were the only daughter as well. “You’re a lovely dancer. We’d dance everyday if you’d be mine. I promise. I’m the best suitor for you darling. I’d like to speak with your father.” he said. “You’re not suitable for me. You’re so full of yourself if you think you're what’s best for me. Now excuse me sir.” you replied leaving the dance floor. Minutes later your best friend walked over to you. “Oh thank goodness you’re here.” you said giving her a hug which she returned. “ Oh god whatever you do avoid the blondie. His name is Aoyama. 2 o clock He’s so in love with himself you’d be the 2nd best.” Mina said. You turned to see him then looked back at her. “5 o’clock Ida. He’s the most strict and boring person. Not your type.” she said. Mina knew everything about you and vice versa. “ What about denki? Have you talked with him enough? He seems like such a kind man.” you said, taking him into consideration. “ He is a good man. He seems like he has no care in the world but the truth is, he's very smart and strong. He is someone you should try getting to know more. Plus you’re already interested.” she replied, fixing your hair. “ I have to go. I need a break so I’m going back to my parents.” Mina said leaving you. 

“ Ms. L/n. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. Izuku Midoriya.” He said bowing. “ You better go introduce yourself , Katsuki. I won’t take no for an answer. Do you understand?” Katsuki's mother ordered him. “ Yes ma'am,” he replied. He looked over at you with Deku. “ You look tired and irritated. How about I set up a date with permission from your father, If you’d like?” He asked sweetly. You were impressed he cared enough to set up a meeting and take your feelings into consideration. “ Yes sir. I’ll be on my way.” You smiled leaving. “ Go on now, Katsuki.” Mitsuki said. He nodded, walking over grabbing a glass of champagne for you both. You played with your dress.

 “ Ms. Y/n L/n. How are you doing tonight?” Katsuki asked. You turned around. “Ah Mr. Bakugou. It’s so nice to meet you sir.” you said smiling. You’ve heard of Katsuki Bakugou from your girlfriends and your father finds him good to make business with, however he never told you about him. You saw a glimpse of him entering your fathers office once. “I’m doing well tonight although speaking to eligible suitors is tiring.” you replied, taking your glass of champagne and drinking a sip. “ I should go. I don’t want to make your night exhausting.” he said. You grabbed his arm and said desperately, “N-No. You’re okay sir.” You immediately let go of his arm not wanting to cause any type of drama. “ Good to know. I am sorry I didn’t introduce myself sooner, as you know I’ve gone to speak business with your father.” he replied. “ Yeah I um saw you once but by that time I should’ve been asleep. I had a big day the next morning.” You replied. “Your birthday, He invited me but I had promised my mother I’d have a relaxing day with her.” he replied smiling. Katsuki Bakugou smiled and hasn’t exploded yet. “ It’s sad you couldn’t make it, sir.” you said. He placed out his hand and you gladly grabbed it. He led you outside to the garden, you guys crossed a beautiful bridge. You were confused on how he knew where he was going. You reached the gazebo. “ It’s nice and quiet. I figured you’d need it with all the mingling and music going off.” he said. You blushed. 

Mina gasped, “ Momo, Jiro, Kagakure. I saw her walking outside with Mr.Bakugou. She’s in trouble. Formation B, No No, Formation C.” She said, “ I’ve heard he has a shitty personality. Always exploding at his parents and even his employees.” Momo said, worried about you. “ Thank you for being considerate. I know you’re being kind due to wanting to marry Mr.L/n’s only daughter. Interest is all this is about.” you said being honest. His face went red. “Look, my mother sent me over, which is stupid! She didn’t tell me to be nice, you idiot! I know what it’s like to be bombarded with stupid shit coming your way. I’m genuinely being a nice person! I’d like to take you on a date…dumbass. I’ll get permission from your dad and then show up with stupid cliche roses and a necklace on our date. Yes or No?” he asked. You were shocked, struggling to understand if he was being an asshole or not. “Today Y/n.” he said snapping his finger at your face brings you back from your thoughts. “U-Uh? Um? Okay yes I’d like to go on a date with you. Dumbass?” you replied trying to match his energy. “ HUH!? You’re the dumbass you asshole. Let’s go back inside.” he said. As you walked inside the party was ending and more than half of the guests were gone. 

You looked around for your girlfriends. You had dropped your drink as you bumped into a man with red and white hair. He also accidentally spilled his drink on you. “ Oh god. I am sorry.” He apologized, taking out his handkerchief quickly. You knew this man. He came over for dinner a few times. You were caught staring at him and your brother would kick you under the table and tease you about it once Shoto had left.“ Mr.Todoroki it’s alright. Only an accident.” you replied. He wiped some of the drink off your dress. Shoto was a strong, powerful, and smart man. Also one of Bakugou’s frenemies. He was insecure about many things. He doesn’t know how to be social unless it's about his job, he found his eyes odd just as some people, he also disliked his hair. “ Your dress.” he replied, handing you this handkerchief. You grabbed it, cleaning your hands . “ It’s a dress, nothing more.” you replied. He took off his blazer and covered you up. Katsuki moved the few strands of hair that bothered you out of the way. You were blushing like crazy.  You crossed off  Denki and Deku out of your list and now you’re struggling on how you are supposed to choose between Bakugou and Shoto. 

The following day your father called you to his office. “ Am I in trouble? I swear I didn’t mean to explode the tree outback.” you said hoping he’d let you off on it. “ Now that I’m aware of it, we will talk about it later. You’ve got 6 requests last night. I’m glad you behaved yourself. Kirishima, Denki, Midoriya, Bakugou, Shoto and Shinso.” he said. “ Forget about Kirishima, Denki, Deku, and Shinso.” you said crossing your arms. “ I expect you to meet with them.” your father said sternly. “No! I want Bakugou and Shoto! End of story!” you yelled and stomped your foot like a child, but you knew you’d get whatever you wanted after that stomp. You aren’t a spoiled brat but when you needed or wanted something so desperately it helped. “Alright sweetie. I’ll send out emails to them. Now about the tree. It will be removed but you will plant a new one.” he said. You nodded and finally left his office. Your brother was waiting outside. “Katsuki Bakugou and Shoto Todoroki. You’re a smart little sister.” Kousuke said, patting your head. “ What the heck is that supposed to mean?” you asked, smacking his hand away. “ They’re both very wealthy right behind dad. Choose carefully. Marriage isn’t easy. It’s not always about love. Some people get lucky. Like me.” he said. Kousuke is one of the older brothers you have that teases you the most but he cares just as much as the others. You nodded and hurried on to help your mother wash her paint brushes. 

“ Katsuki, she's a smart, passionate young lady and so she won’t just choose immediately regardless of what she told you yesterday.” Mitsuki said, turning off the tv. Katsuki let out small explosions from his hand. “ You think I don't know that you hag!?” he yelled in response. “  Then stop being impatient and pacing back and forth like an idiot!”she said, smacking his head hard. 

Shoto put on a beanie as he went to visit his mother. The words she said when he was a kid never go away. “ Hey mom.” he smiled, closing the door behind him. “ Hi my little Shoto.” she replied sitting up. “ so..remember how Mr.L/n has invited me to have dinner with him and his family. Well I’ve asked if I can take his daughter out on a date.” he said playing with a bracelet he had on. “ Wow you have a crush. I hope everything goes well for you.” “Yeah I’m eager for a response soon. It’s killing me to be waiting this long. I’m hoping it happens..although I did spill my drink on her and hers along with it.” he replied a bit bummed out. His mother giggled covering her mouth. “ Hey, I'm serious,” he said. He spent time with her for the rest of the afternoon. 

Yesterday they received their email from your father. “ ALRIGHT LET'S GO!!!! I’M A TOTAL BADASS!!!!” Bakugou yelled. He won a date with a gorgeous and lovely young lady. “ Yes! I need to plan it out already.” shoto said. Those two opposite men replied within an hour on all the details they had planned out for the date. When your father told you the news you tired to compose yourself but fuck it. “ They're so blessed to have a chance with me.” you said with a smirk. “ Oh shut up y/n. You were so shy at the party. It took mom and dad to tell you to mingle.” Kaiji said smacking your head, ruining your hair. “Shut up I pulled 6 men in one night. You only got 4 women from the party. I win, sucker!” you replied. “ Don’t rub it in.” he replied smacking your head again. 

The following week Bakugou showed up at your doorstep and instead of roses and a necklace, he was holding Taylor swift Vinyls and Cassette. “ How do you know?” you asked to take the gifts he bought for you. “ After the party..you took out your phone. I saw your wallpaper, roses die within days and a necklace only fits some outfits. I'd rather buy you something you’d really like so here I am with merchandise.” he replied with a blush on his cheeks. He helped you set them on the table. “ I love it. It’s perfect.” you replied. - Yes. Hell yes. Nailed it.- he thought. He took you out to dinner. It was the best. Private rooms= eat however the hell you want and in comfort. “ You do eat a lot..” he said with his cheeks stained. You giggled and nodded pointing at his face. He was well aware his face was messy. “ You’re a messy eater.” you said. “ Yeah, well so are you dumb ass!.” he replied in anger. You both felt comfy. Normal. You guys can just be comfortable without judging each other. Once dinner was over you made sure your face and chest was clean. “ mhm your nose.” he told you and then cleaned it for you. You thought the day was over for you. Dinner was the only thing planned but what would you like to do?” he asked, turning on the car. “ There’s…an adoption center for animals about an hour away. They close late there.” you replied and he took the back roads to get there quickly. “ Do you like animals? Which ones?” he asked, making conversation. “ I love cats and snakes. They’re so adorable.I donate money every month to many adoption centers,people who need money for their sick pets and I visit a lot.” you replied. He smiled. You’re passionate about something and he liked that. “ I think that’s wonderful of you. I’d like to visit with you whenever I have the time. Is that alright?” he asked. “Yes. I’d love that Bakugou.” you replied leaning over as he pulled over and pecked his cheek. “Thank you for that gift,” he said. The time went on so fast that you arrived late. “ I said. 11pm. Not 2:34am.” your father told Bakugou sternly. “ Don’t dad. It’s my fault. I wa-” Bakugou cut you off. “ Yes sir, we got carried away, I’m sorry. I should’ve brought her home on time. I couldn't because she was so happy and so was I. I promise it won’t happen again.” he replied not really feeling sorry. “ 1st warning.” he replied walking back to his room with your mother. Kaiji, Kousuke,Kenshin and Kazuma were watching silently and discreetly from upstairs. Your brothers are stupid for doing that. “ You’re definitely planning our next day. I had so much fun where you wanted to go.” he said putting his number in your contact list. “ I had a great time with you Baku-” “ No. Katsuki.” he said. “ I had a great time with you Katsuki.” you said. He knew your older brothers were watching but he didn’t care if they were going to see what he’s about to do. He leaned in, taking a hold of your waist and kissed you. This is your very first kiss. You just relaxed yourself and followed him. Making out with him was sweet. He hummed as he pulled away. You giggled seeing your lipstick stain on him. “ Bye Beautiful. Sleep well.” he replied. “ Goodnight Katsuki. Sweet dreams.” you said. You closed the door and locked it. “ I cannot believe you made out with him on the 1st date!?” Kenshin said. “You guys saw that!!?” you asked loudly. “What about your other prince charming?” Kazuma  asked, crossing his arms. “ After the conversations in the car and at the beach..it's him. He’s the one.” you replied. “Oh please after one date.” Kaiji said, rolling his eyes. Kousuke the eldest and only married on understood. He saw the look in your eyes and the softness in your words. “Leave her alone and everyone go to bed.” Kousuke ordered. The rest of the brothers stayed silent. Kousuke is basically always teasing you so defending you like this is rare, so they took it into consideration that Bakugou is the one for you. 

Text Message

Y/n : Hey it's y/n. Thanks for tonight. You have your own ways of being such a kind, considerate, sweet man. Do you want to go on a date tomorrow? Well today?” 

Kats: Whatever…and yes I'll pick you up at 12pm. We will have more time to do anything. Now Sweet dreams.

Y/n: Sweet dreams. Ps. That was my 1st kiss/ Make out session. <3

Kats: glad to be your first. 

Lights out.

[scarlet-traveler]

Touch #50!

Touch #50: putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it!

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Contrary to popular belief, Katsuki enjoyed listening to Eijirou talk.

Normally he wouldn’t want to listen to anybody say a single word because 90% of what any of his classmates said was fucking useless, and the same could be said about the stuff that Eijirou spouted, but it was also…different. Like the random stories about rocks found and dogs pet and failed cooking mattered.

The crush Katsuki had been harboring for the redhead since Kamino may have contributed to this opinion. Maybe. Possibly.

He still maintained that everything Eijirou said was important now that they were dating, and he’d gladly lay on his bed, head in his lap while Eijirou’s hand played in his hair as he prattled on about who-knows-what, his voice vibrating the air and Katsuki’s whole being, setting as a cozy warmth in his chest.

Today, however, Katsuki was debating whether or not to rip Eijirou’s lips off his face so that he couldn’t say another word for the rest of his life.

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” Eijirou said, fucking blatantly and without shame as he stared at Katsuki across the little table in his room with a dopey smile, elbow propped on the tabletop and fist holding up his hand.

Katsuki’s ears burned, and his grip tightened on his pencil, but he resolutely kept his gaze down as he glared at the study guide he was preparing. “Only about seven fucking times today.”

“Then let’s make it eight!” Eijirou cheered as if Katsuki’s heart wasn’t racing in a clear threat on his life. “Because you’re so pretty, Kats, the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen in my life. Did you know that your eyes sparkle when you get excited? They were sparkling when you beat Midoriya’s time during training today.”

The heat spread to Katsuki’s face, and he whipped his head up to glare at Eijirou. “The fuck, my eyes don’t sparkle!” Yeah, he’d been happy when he’d done better than Deku, but sparkling eyes? Fuck that.

Eijirou just grinned wider, the asshole. “They totally did, dude. And they sparkle all the time! Like when the class compliments your food when it’s your turn to cook, or when you find new All Might merch at the mall, or when you pass a test even though you’re too smart to ever get so much as a B.” His smile, his whole demeanor, then turned softer as he locked eyes with Katsuki, and the amount of love in his expression made him sharply inhale.

“They were sparkling this morning too. You looked at me as soon as you woke up, and you had the sweetest smile. You didn’t even try to hold it back like you usually do! You were just so adorable Katsuki, I swear-”

Katsuki couldn’t take listening to this anymore. He felt like his quirk had transferred to his face and it was about to explode it was so hot, so he did the only thing he could think of. He reached out, slapping a hand over Eijirou’s mouth; the loving look in his eyes disappeared as they went wide, blinking owlishly at Katsuki. “Ei, I love you, but I swear if you don’t shut the fuck up I am going to blow your face off. It’s like you’re trying to kill me, asshole.”

Eijirou fortunately took Katsuki’s threat to heart, not saying a single word as he blinked again. But then his eyes glinted, making Katsuki tense as he braced himself for whatever he could say next. Instead of words though, he felt Eijirou’s mouth open behind his hand, and something wet ran along the length of his palm.

Katsuki immediately yanked his hand back with a noise of disgust, wiping it off on his pants as he sent Eijirou an affronted glare. “Did you just lick my fucking hand?!”

“Yep!” Eijirou’s smile made it evident that he was particularly proud of himself for that stunt, as if it wasn’t a move for five year olds. “Knew that would make you move.”

“And did you know that you just licked fucking nitro?”

“Duh, I know what your quirk is.”

Katsuki just gave him a look, and he steadily watched the realization dawn on Eijirou’s face, pride slowly morphing into horror. “Oh.”

“Yeah, idiot. Congrats, you just poisoned yourself.” Katsuki got up and hauled Eijirou to his feet by the arm before dragging him to the door. “Now let’s get your dumbass to Recovery Girl before you pass out on me.”

“It’s not actually that bad, is it?” Eijirou asked, voice shaky.

Katsuki looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. “You wanna find out?”

Eijirou picking up the pace and dragging him along was answer enough.

Turns out Katsuki had been right; halfway to the main building Eijirou started getting sluggish, his face turning a little green, and by the time they made it to the nurse’s office Katsuki was practically carrying him inside. Neither had the courage to answer honestly about what had happened under Recovery Girl’s scrutinizing gaze. Katsuki was definitely too embarrassed to bring everything up.

[matchaizuku]

rating league of villains members based on how easily i think you could beat them in a fight if you were a quirkless hero

(this is just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously)

Toga: 9/10

she’s very skilled, but she’s also 15 and tiny. i think that if you were an adult hero with years of combat experience you could beat her rather easily.

Shigaraki: 7/10

i think you could beat him in a first fight, you would just have to be careful about not getting touched by his hands. if you had a long range weapon he’d be toast.

Dabi: 1/10

no. maybe if you had a fire extinguisher…

Mr. Compress: 8/10

his quirk is tricky but i don’t think he’d be that difficult to fight against, especially if you already knew about him.

Spinner 8/10

he’s got a giant sword but you probably have weapons as well. his quirk doesn’t really give him a fighting advantage. you’d be fine.

Magne: 7/10

i actually think she’s be difficult to fight. she looks like she’s physically strong and her quirk is annoying to fight against. still she’s not as bad as other people on this list.

Kurogiri: 3/10

the good news is that i don’t think kurogiri fights people, i think he just portals them. honestly i think that you would need at least 2 people to get this guy, but preferably one of them should be aizawa.

Nomu: 0/10

no, sorry.

Twice: 5/10

you could take twice on his own. however his quirk is really really powerful so… 50/50 on him vs you, i guess. it depends on how many people he can make.

Muscular: 2/10

this guy is ridiculously overpowered. maybe if you went for the robot eye, or if you had very good support gear?

Moonfish: 7/10

i hate this guy, but i honestly think that if you had a gun it would be over really quick for him. bring a gun to a knife (teeth) fight.

Mustard: 9/10

yeah, you could take him. -1 points because of the gun though, that was objectively a smart decision.

All For One: 0/10

no. you couldn’t beat him even if you were a quirked hero. if you’re not all-might or deku you’re not getting out of this fight alive, sorry.

[pleathewrites]

bellow the fire into my deadened lungs

chapter 4 excerpt — aizawa & class 1a on what makes a villain read full story here

‘PRO-HERO ENDEAVOR TURNS HIMSELF IN FOR THE ATTEMPTED MURDER OF HIS ELDEST SON: IS THIS OUR SYMBOL OF PEACE?’ 

An article of Dabi and Endeavor’s arrest gets leaked Wednesday morning. Every station, paper, and social media platform picks at the exposed meat of it like vultures to a fresh carcass, fighting over favored limbs and surprise bites.

Class 1A has never been so loud. There’s chatter everywhere.

“Oh my Gods, did you hear — ”

“ — about Todoroki-san —”

“ — his own father — ”

“ — and can you believe Dabi — ”

“ — that crazy villain is Shou’s — ”

“ — brother! The guy who kidnapped — ”

“ — kugou, hey, Bakugou!”

The gentle hand on his shoulder shakes Bakugou from the one-sided staring contest he was having with, ‘that fucking Half ‘n Half — coward hasn’t looked up from his desk the moment he sat down.’

It’s Kirishima, the boy who rescued him, the boy who doesn’t leave his side, who holds his hand and smiles like Bakugou hung the moon and the stars and everything in between.

The boy Bakugou had unknowingly given strength to when Kirishima needed it the most.

“I’m fine.”

Red eyebrows curve upwards in worry, and, ‘fuck,’ Bakugou hates worrying people, “You sure? It’s ok if you’re not. I don’t think anyone is.”

Kirishima looks at, ‘that fuckin’ Half ‘n Half,’ with those same sympathetic eyes, and Bakugou feels something ugly bubble up inside him. 

He scoffs, “Please, he’s known this entire time — fuck him!” 

Kirishima’s eyes squint, “Why do you think that?” 

“Because, if I knew, then there’s no fucking way he didn’t!”

That gets Todoroki to look up, both eyes blown so wide, Kirishima can see his scar visibly stretch, “You knew?”

Kirishima smiles fondly at the angry blond, “Bakugou’s smart like that. Of course he’d figure it out before any of us.”

And, well, Bakugou was about to run up and punch Todoroki in the face right then, but the way Kirishima is looking at Bakugou roots his feet to the ground he desperately wants to sink into. He breathes in deeply, counts like his therapist taught him, and with his exhale, his pounding heart starts to settle into something that feels more like stability. The only thing he’s got the energy left for is to huff and cross his arms, mumbling a pathetic, “Damn straight,” and leaning into Kirishima’s broad shoulder. 

Ironically, Kirishima’s warmth cools the fire in his chest. 

Todoroki shakes his head in something like disbelief — which, ‘Fuck him, because who is he to not believe me?’ — and asks, “When did you figure it out?” 

Bakugou didn’t notice until now how the whole class had quieted down.

He rolls his eyes, “Like, the minute you told Deku and I about Touya at your family’s sad ass dinner. Between that, Dabi’s deranged speech to me, and spending two minutes with Endeavor, it was pretty fuckin’ obvious.”

“Why didn’t you say anything!” Todoroki looks like his eyes are about to pop out of his head.

And, ‘oh,’ Bakugou rolls his eyes. He is so done with this conversation, “I just said, it was obvious. ”

That gets Todoroki to shut up and slump back into his chair. 

‘Hm. Fine. I guess IcyHot didn’t know. I can still blame him for being an idiot.’

At the back of the class, Sero chews the end of his pencil and wants nothing more than to offer Todoroki a hug, a cigarette, some kind of an out, but he feels as if he’s been taped to his chair by the paralyzing shock of a lost piece shoved into a puzzle he didn’t know until now remained unfinished — ‘everythin’ makes so much sense now.’

A minute later, Aizawa Shouta walks into his classroom, and prepares for the lecture of his life. Quite possibly, his last.

‘Depending on where Principal Nezu’s loyalties lie,’ Shouta thinks to himself, ‘Well, I’ll find out soon enough.’

The students quiet down with his presence, looking more like deers caught in headlights, waiting, waiting for —

“Everyone, take a seat,” He instructs, and as his students do so, he writes the lesson of the day on the board: Why Do Villains Exist?

Before the last squeak of his underline, before he even turns around, a myriad of answers fill the classroom.

“Free will?”

“Greed?”

“The Devil?”

“Shitty families, apparently…” 

Shouta holds up a hand, “I appreciate the enthusiasm, but I was not asking you all, directly. At least, not yet.”

His students sheepishly settle into their seats. A flurry of swished notebooks to clean pages hiss and evaporate into a long beat of silence. 

Shouta takes a deep breath, and a mental note of the way Todoroki Shouto’s shoulders are hitched up to his ears. Shouta cannot imagine what the child is going through. The minute Shouta saw those articles first thing in the morning, he knew his students would have so many questions — and as their teacher, he has a responsibility to answer them the best he can.

He doesn’t know what is going to happen, now that the secret of Todoroki Touya is out, but here, in these four walls of his classroom, he has a control and a capacity to at least prepare his students for the changes to come — the hopeful good and the anticipated bad.

“I understand some, quite frankly, shocking news has come to light. I know you all have many feelings about that news, and probably many questions.

“I was going through your Hero Curriculum over the last few days, and I’ve realized something — our school does not provide one social class. We teach you all how to fight, how to strategize, how to build your image and your portfolio, but we don’t teach you the ways our society functions. The way it was built to function. You learn Quirk history, but you don’t learn about the very social movements that have gotten you, and me, to where we are today. Our society has a twenty percent non-quirk-user population, yet we don’t teach you about their history, psychology, or sociology. 

“We separate the pre-quirk era and the present day, but every study shows that our society functions in the same way, more or less. That’s a bit odd, don’t you think? For our society to be so similar to the pre-quirk era? There’s a saying from that era. ‘Those who refuse to learn history are — ’”

“‘— doomed to repeat it’,” Midoriya finishes. 

Usually, Shouta would reprimand Midoriya for speaking out without being called on, but today, a small smile ticks at his lips. 

“That’s right. Everyone, write that down. I’ll put it on the board.”

He does so while thinking of the frightening duality of identical blue eyes; resolved azure and guilty cerulean. He turns around and spots a yearning cobalt, surrounded by the thick scar tissue of why he’s doing this. His fingers clench around the marker.

“Today, I’m going to throw a lot of information at you guys. And I know when you hear this information, you all will feel many different emotions, as did I. I want you all to know my classroom is a safe space, and there are no wrong feelings. However, I want us all to respect each other to the end,” Shouta looks at both Bakugou and Todoroki when he says, “We are on each other’s team.”

He waits for his students to nod and give him their go-ahead. 

“Now, legally, in my contract, I am not allowed to... theorize to my students — you guys — the relationship between the rise of villainy and a, vastly, failing society. Bit strange, don’t you think? We ask you all, everyday, to risk your lives for this society, but you are not encouraged to learn about it. And I am not allowed to teach you the ways in which this society operates. 

“Well, that doesn’t sit right with me anymore. Today, I am going to risk my job. And in return, I just ask you all to listen with open minds.”

There is a collection of distressed ‘Aizawa-sensei…’s that fill the room. It pulls together the pieces of his broken heart.

Shouta starts to write on the board, “Our society is based in cycles — wealth cycles, abuse cycles, poverty cycles, etcetera. Note, I am talking about the majority, not the single bootstrapping underdog. Now, I am asking you all directly — are people born bad?” 

Bakugou pipes up, “Fuck, no.” 

Shouta witnesses the small uptick of Todoroki’s lips, and nods in approval.

“Correct. Reality is, we look at people who have committed horrible crimes, people like Chisaki Kai. We see a fraction of the pain he inflicted on Eri — and the twisted thing is, he most likely was given the same treatment when he was of that age. Fortunately, with the help of our young heroes, we managed to save Eri from that environment.”

He witnesses the pride in Midoriya’s smile and the dignity in Kirishima’s posture. Shouta prays his lesson will not strip them of it.

He rhetorically asks the class, “But, what would have happened if she wasn’t saved? If she stayed in that environment for another five, ten, maybe fifteen years?” He is answered with blinking, waiting eyes, “Trauma physically changes the brain, especially during your developmental years. Does anyone know when the brain fully develops?”

Kirishima tentatively raises his hand, and Shouta calls on him, “Well, I mean, if we’re considered adults at eighteen, is it because that’s when our brains are fully developed?”

“You bring up an excellent point, Kirishima,” Shouta commends. “Society considers you full, functioning adults when you reach the age of eighteen. However, studies from both pre-quirk and our era state that the brain finishes development as late as age twenty-six, even longer for people with common neurodevelopmental disorders, like ADHD.”

“Wait, shit, I have ADHD — ”

“ — Dude, me too — ”

“— does my sister, that makes so much sense — ”

Shocked murmurs flitter around as Ashido raises up her hand, and cuts through the noise, “Wait, Aizawa-sensei, then why do we use eighteen as the age of being an adult? That’s the age when we’re allowed to make so many life-changing decisions…”

The murmurs stop.

“Why, indeed? You’re asking the right question, and you deserve a truthful answer. Because eighteen is such an important age. It is the age you vote, the age you register to become a Pro-Hero, the age people join our civilian military, the age you are allowed to engage in intimate acts with people older than eighteen… And it is the age you are tried as an adult for any crimes committed.

“Which brings me to my next point — has anyone ever heard of the term, ‘private prisons’?”

To Shouta’s surprise, it is Sero who answers his question, “They’re prisons that’re bought by corporations. Don’t have to follow all the government policies, can make up their own rules and stuff. Profit off the prisoners, too — I read somewhere that it’s compa-comparable? To slave-labor. Is that true?”

Sero Hanta is a student that Shouta would argue is actually immensely intelligent, despite his limited vocabulary. Sero’s file states that he comes from an unremarkable school within one of the lower-income districts, but through the academic year, Shouta has learned that Sero’s knowledge is oddly vast.

Shouta hums in approval, “In a nutshell, that is true.” 

He goes to the board and begins to explain the prison industrial-complex using diagrams and metrics that blew his mind the first time he researched into it.

“ — Various people will argue how private prisons are the solutions to overcrowding in federal prisons, ignoring the root causes of mass incarceration, like what we’ve already discussed — police bias, three-strike policies, harsher sentences for non-violent crimes, politician bribery, and so on.”

Kaminari raises his hand, “Is Tartarus privately owned?”

Shouta feels the grim pull of his expression, “Yes. Any guesses as to who by?”

Bakugou answers, “Probably the HPSC.”

Shouta nods, “Correct,” and writes down a grotesquely large but accurate number on the board, “This is how much the HPSC profits off Tartarus, annually.” 

Amongst the scritch and scratch of his students’ furious note-taking, Yaoyorozu’s hand shoots up, “I have a question about what you said earlier, that perhaps ties into what you’re teaching now. Are you saying any traumas we endure up until age twenty-six will physically change the way our brains develop? And if so, in what ways?”

“Thank you for noticing that connection, Yaoyorozu. That brings us back to my example of Eri, and if she had stayed in that environment, raised by Chisaki Kai. Anger and hurt feeds the soul just as love and affection does, but the needs of that person changes based on what they are given. What if Eri had grown up to be one of the villains you face? Would you still want to save her, or would your first instinct be to lock her away? You wouldn’t know who she is, where she comes from. You’d only know her crimes, but never what brought her to that point.” 

“Sensei... It’s really not fair to use Eri-chan in this example. She’s just a child,” Midoriya defends.

Shouta nods in understanding, “So was every single villain I’ve ever arrested,” His mind goes immediately to that day in the interrogation room with Dabi, the scarred-villain fighting for Himiko Toga’s immunity, the reminder that she is a child before she is a villain.

“But, we can’t excuse villainous actions!” 

“You’re right, Midoriya,” Shouta confirms, “Actions have consequences.”

“So…” It is Tokoyami that speaks up this time, “What’s the solution?” 

Shouta shrugs, “What is the solution? Two-hundred years of hero-society hasn’t figured that out. Two-thousand years of human society never figured out how to stop their own criminals.”

Silence.

Shouta knew it was a shit answer, but, well, he only started this research a few days ago. His conclusion is that the solution will take a collection of heroes to figure out, and it won’t happen in a day, and most devastatingly, not in his lifetime. He believes in planting the seed, though. He believes in his students to water it with the information he’s given today, believes in them to let it soak in the rays of enlightenment he wished he’d bothered to bathe in twenty-odd years ago.

He believes in his students, in this generation, so much more than his own.

“You are here to learn how to be heroes. You’re not here to learn how to fight — yet, somewhere along the lines, we’ve all forgotten what being a hero meant. So,” He writes on the board: What Does it Mean to be a Hero?

“Saving people!” Kaminari.

Obvious, but — “Good,” He wrote it down, “Saving who?” 

“Innocents!” Ida.

“Hm,” This is where Shouta will have to make his poor students think deeper, “Why just the innocent?” 

“Because they don’t deserve to be hurt,” Ida answers.

Shouta nods, “So, when does someone lose their innocence?” 

There’s a moment of thinking before Asui tries, “When they’ve hurt someone who didn’t deserve it?”

‘Deserve’ is the interesting word here.

“Who deserves to be hurt? Is abuse something that is earned? Who gets to make that judgment, and on what basis?”

Uraraka is the brave one to weakly ask, “Police?” 

“Ah,” Shouta almost facepalms, “I realize I never assigned proper reading for this topic, my apologies. Right after class, I will email you all some studies that have mostly been kept underground. Here are only some statistics pulled from those studies. I’ll write them down now.”

‘70% of villains come from abusive homes and below the poverty line.’

‘40% of policemen self-reported to being domestic abusers - how many unreported?’ 

‘80% of sexual-assault offenders are not arrested, despite evidence that murder convictions have been sentenced for less on.’

‘73% of federal prisoners are serving time for non-violent offenses and have no history of violence.’

‘60% of the top fifty heroes have committed criminal acts, yet remain unpunished.’

He waits as his students write down these statistics in their notebooks. He only continues when every single face has looked back up at him.

“Earlier on, I spoke about how people’s needs change, based on what they’re given. It is against the law to steal. However, basic necessities like food, shelter, water, diapers, pads and tampons are not free. Everyone needs to work in order to make money, yet our society’s job markets are often closed or extremely restricted to convicted felons, equally for both violent and non-violent offenders. 

“The law makes no difference between someone shoplifting a luxury handbag, and shoplifting a sandwich. So, what our current justice system is essentially telling our society is that people should starve, because of pre-defined morality. That people should let themselves descend to slow death, because that is what our society has deemed is ‘right’. 

“I am not trying to make you all feel shame for the way our society works. You’re just kids. You are all incredibly gifted, and incredibly privileged, kids. You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t. To pick yourself up from your bootstraps, you first need to have a sturdy pair of strong leather boots. Many are born without.

“Everyone wants to be a hero to ‘stop villains’. What I want you all to think about is prevention. How can our society lower these numbers? How can we stop a crime before it’s committed, rather than immediately punish someone once that crime is committed? How can we help reintegrating convicted felons into our society, so that they don’t end up in these prisons a second, and a third time? 

“And I want you all to also question — who actually benefits from a criminal being punished? Our society, our governments, or our heroes?”

His students look conflicted. Worried, sad, betrayed, afraid and confused. 

Shouta looks at the clock and realizes he’s almost out of time.

He puts the marker down, “I want you all to do the reading I’ve emailed you, and write a one-page reflection on how you would like to be a part of villain prevention once you debut as a Pro-Hero. No goals are too big or too small. I encourage you all to use your imagination, use your empathy, and use the information you’ve learned from me, and your classmates. Does that sound alright?”

His students slowly nod.

“Alright. Thank you all for listening. My door is always open if you have questions or just generally want to talk. Class dismissed.”

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