#florist bakugo

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku AU 💐 Florist Bakugo

No Quirks AU

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still read tags.

Credit to @ragdollnetic for the fan art.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

They Fall Like Petals by countingpaperstars

Summary: When a new tattoo parlor opens up across the plaza from Katsuki's flower shop, he thinks nothing of it. As long as it isn't a threat to his business, he doesn't care.

But when the owner keeps making moves to befriend his cat, Katsuki decides it means war.

One Shot | SFW

Two Idiots and Twenty Nine Houseplants by bkdkwritingsdump

Summary: Katsuki works at a plant shop, and one particular customer caught his eye from the first moment he walked into the store. Izuku becomes a regular, buying several plants every week, and each time he comes in Katsuki's brain short-circuits from his cuteness, leaving him unable to form a coherent sentence, much less properly flirt with him or ask him out. The only thing keeping his hopes up is the thought that maybe, just maybe, Izuku is frequenting the shop to see him, specifically, so he isn't the only one helplessly pining...

One Shot | SFW

Between ink and thorns by soulstring

Summary: There are a lot of things people are amazed at when it comes to Bakugou Katsuki. The thing that stands out the most – especially since it comes from a man with so little patience and an explosive temperament – is his unsuspecting love for botany. In an ideal world he would look after his flower shop and get paid for it without having to deal with an annoying element attached to his work; namely bother, namely aggravation, namely humans.

And that day, the worst of them is about to enter his flower shop and his life.

One Shot | SFW

a million flowers for you by iwaoisms

Summary: Izuku Midoriya was just shopping for flowers for his mother at the hospital, and he met the most handsome florist he has ever seen. He suddenly adored flower shops.

One Shot | SFW

Your Sunshine Smile by Catsired

Summary: Katsuki, a begrudging "flower boy" who spends all his time working at the local flower shop, has a regular customer with wild green hair and beautiful verdant eyes that's always being too nice to him for his own good.

So how does Katsuki woo him? Why, by insulting his mother, of course.

One Shot | SFW

Language of Flowers by dynamics

Summary: As it turns out, Todoroki Shouto isn’t very good at owning a flower shop. However, his two precious (note: pining) friends are in need of a helping hand, and Shouto isn’t one to turn down an opportunity as lucrative as this.

It’s time to put the petal to the metal and end this once and flor-al.

One Shot | SFW

Flower bouquets and cute tiny puppies by Cadameo

Summary: Katsuki doesn't know how to deal with his newfound feelings for the cute pet store owner across his flower shop and his employee is a little bit tired of seeing him pining on his own.

With a little push in the wrong direction with the best of intentions, Katsuki finds himself with a sleepy puppy in his pocket and tears damping his shirt. Not that he minds.

One Shot | SFW

[doumadono]

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

♡ Dabi ♡

Dabi, maintaining his usual nonchalant demeanor, brushes off Valentine's Day as insignificant. "It's just another day," he grumbles when you inquire about plans, his gaze fixed on something distant.

Despite his indifference towards the holidays of any kind, Dabi ensures that you feel loved every day. He might not express it verbally, but through his actions, like a gentle touch or a shared glance, he conveys his affection.

Dabi, surprisingly in touch with emotions, recognizes that you might have different expectations for Valentine's Day. "I get it, you want some romantic crap. Fine," he reluctantly admits, acknowledging the importance it holds for you.

Instead of traditional gifts, Dabi puts thought into finding something unique that resonates with you. It could be a rare book, a piece of artwork, or an item related to your hobbies. "I figured you'd like this better than some cliché crap, doll," he remarks.

During the day, Dabi might express his affection in subtle ways. A brush of his fingers against yours, a lingering glance, a warm hug, a rare smile or a shared cigarette.

Dabi, not one for grand gestures, suggests spending quality time together. "We can do whatever you want."

Dabi prefers low-key activities, so he suggests a casual day out rather than an extravagant date. It could be a stroll through a less crowded part of town or a visit to a place that holds personal significance.

Dabi values private moments over public displays of affection. He might pull you aside for a quiet conversation or a shared moment away from prying eyes, kissing you passionatelly in an alley after picking the order from your favourite restaurant.

In the evening, Dabi might create a quiet, intimate atmosphere. He pulls you close, whispering, "I'm not good with words, but you know what you mean to me, right?" His actions speak louder than any declaration.

The evening is peaceful, just the two of you, enjoying each other's company without the need for excessive words.

♡ Shigaraki ♡

Shigaraki openly expresses his disdain for Valentine's Day, dismissing it as a celebration that glorifies something horrific. "It's just a stupid, commercialized excuse to sell crap. I don't get the hype," he grumbles.

Despite his aversion, when he notices your excitement for the occasion, Shigaraki chooses to bite his tongue.

In a rare show of consideration, Shigaraki instructs Kurogiri to order a bouquet of your favorite flowers from the local florist. This act of embracing the holiday, even reluctantly, is his way of showing that he cares about your happiness.

"I don't get why people like this crap, but if it makes you happy, I'm willing to change my mind."

Shigaraki, true to his personality, prefers a minimalist celebration. Instead of grand gestures, he might suggest a quiet evening or a simple dinner, keeping the focus on the two of you without succumbing to excessive sentimentality.

He ensures that all the League of Villains members are assigned unexpected additional missions, even though they may express their discontent. Shigaraki wants to spend this day with you only.

As the day progresses, Shigaraki might quietly observe your joy. "You better appreciate this. I don't do this for just anyone," he remarks, a hint of satisfaction in his tone, showing that your happiness matters to him.

For the evening, Shigaraki proposes an anti-romantic movie night, selecting films that defy typical romantic clichés. "None of that sappy stuff. Let's watch something that doesn't make my teeth hurt," he suggests.

As you drift into slumber nestled in his embrace, he delicately traces patterns on your back with his pinky cautiously elevated to prevent any accidental decay. "I love you, little Y/N," he whispers, even though he's well aware that you're already lost in the realm of dreams.

♡ Bakugo ♡

Valentine's Day, according to Bakugo, is a bothersome and superficial affair, hiding behind a facade of fake sentimentality. Ranting about the superficiality of the day, Katsuki loudly declares, "I don't need some capitalist crap to tell me when to appreciate someone, tsk!"

"It's a dumb day. Why should I care?" Initially dismissing the idea of celebrating, he flaunted his lack of interest until the sight of your disappointment shattered his nonchalant façade.

Experiencing a pang in his chest, he noticed your lower lip trembling as you tried to assure him that you didn't need to participate. Even though he often expressed his emotions through actions, he couldn't shake the feeling that this time might be different.

With a resigned sigh, he swallows his pride, extending a genuine apology. He confesses to a change of heart, "Look, I changed my damn mind. No harm in spending time together or making this stupid day special, I guess. You're important or whatever."

Bakugo, true to himself, plans unconventional celebration. "If we're gonna do this, we'll do it my goddamn way. Tsk, I heard there's a place with those damn fluffy dogs. Don't get any ideas, I just thought it might be amusing or something," he grumbles, leading you to a Shiba cafe.

Bakugo finds himself in a rare, awkward position as one of the dogs playfully jumps on him. "Stupid mutt, get off!" he protests, but you catch a fleeting, embarrassed smile as he secretly enjoys the canine attention.

As you both sip coffee surrounded by Shiba Inu companions, Bakugo, unaccustomed to public displays of affection, reaches for your hand under the table and rubs its top with his thumb while drinking his espresso.

The sheer joy on Bakugo's face as a Shiba snuggles against him is a sight to behold. He attempts to hide it with a dismissive comment, "They're just damn dogs, but whatever, they're kinda cute, I guess."

Upon arriving home, Bakugo could catch you off guard by presenting a dessert skillfully shaped like a heart. "It's stupid, but fine. You better eat it," he grumbles, a touch of pride in his eyes surfacing as you commend his cooking prowess.

As the day draws to a close, Bakugo may catch you off guard with an unforeseen tender moment – enfolding you in his sturdy arms, drawing you snugly against his robust chest. He gently massages your shoulders and plants affectionate kisses on your face. "I love you, Y/N. Make sure you never forget that," he declares, his words carrying a sincerity that transcends his usual gruff demeanor.

♡ Shoto ♡

While Shoto may come across as indifferent to Valentine's Day, the truth is, he's like a child eagerly anticipating a visit to a candy store, envisioning a day filled with profound love shared with you.

Shoto brims with an unusual level of excitement, eager to shower you with pampering and spoils. While he typically engages in such gestures, this time, he has elaborate plans under wraps – surprises that would catch you off guard and leave you pleasantly astonished.

On Valentine's morning, you wake up to the irresistible aroma of a homemade breakfast. Shoto, armed with a chef's apron, presents a heart-shaped feast, each dish crafted with precision and love. As you enter the kitchen, he greets you with a warm smile, "Happy Valentine's Day. This is just the beginning."

Throughout the day, you discover tiny love notes strategically placed in unexpected corners. Each note holds sweet affirmations, showcasing Shoto's meticulous effort to sprinkle your day with joy.

In a quiet moment, Shoto presents you with a carefully crafted, handmade gift. It could be a piece of art, a personalized item, or something that holds sentimental value. He shyly admits, "I wanted to make something special for you. I hope you like it."

Unbeknownst to you, Shoto unveils a surprise date that surpasses all expectations. "I thought we could spend the day doing things you enjoy. It's all about making you happy." From a tranquil picnic in the park to a spontaneous dance under the stars, every moment is curated to create lasting memories.

Upon returning home, as evening approaches, Shoto unveils a cozy haven, complete with blankets and your favorite snacks. The ambiance exudes warmth, inviting you to unwind and revel in the tranquility of your shared love.

The day concludes with a handwritten love poem, penned by Shoto himself. Each line is an eloquent expression of his feelings, capturing the nuances of your connection in words as sweet as the love that binds you.

Before you retire for the night, Shoto pulls you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you for being with me. Happy Valentine's Day," he whispers, planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

♡ Hawks ♡

Upon waking up on Valentine's Day, you're greeted with a pile of gifts neatly arranged beside the bed. Hawks, unable to contain his excitement, watches for your reaction with a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe. Open them up!"

Hawks takes Valentine's Day as the ultimate opportunity to showcase his love. From breakfast in bed to surprise outings, he plans an entire day filled with over-the-top affectionate gestures. "Get ready for a day all about you, songbird."

Hawks, with his love language being gift-giving, meticulously selects each present. "I thought of everything you might like. You're worth it," he mentions as you uncover thoughtful and personalized gifts.

The day unfolds with whimsical adventures – perhaps a surprise trip to an amusement park or an impromptu picnic. Hawks is determined to make the day unforgettable.

Throughout the day, Hawks showers you with unexpected compliments. "You know, you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he confesses.

As the day progresses, Hawks concludes with a romantic dinner, whether it's a home-cooked meal or a reservation at a fancy restaurant. "To us and many more Valentine's Days to come," he toasts, a warmth in his golden eyes.

As the day comes to a close, Hawks proposes the idea of late-night stargazing. Draped in blankets, both of you settle on the spacious balcony of his apartment. Hawks, pointing out constellations, weaves stories of the night sky. "Just us and the stars. Can't beat a moment like this, huh?"

As the day winds down, Hawks might surprise you with a midnight snack. "Can't end the day on an empty stomach. Here, your favorite, babybird," he says, presenting a thoughtful treat.

As you both drift into a peaceful slumber wrapped in each other's arms, Keigo can't help but revel in the profound happiness that washes over him. Having found the love of his life, he's determined to cherish this precious connection on a daily basis, not just during Valentine's Day.

[seiwas]

some of my fave bakugo fics in honour of bakuday 🥺 (most, if not all, of these are in ao3! which is why i'm listing them. other fave fics of mine that can be found on tumblr will be reblogged!)

you can find other bakugo fics i love in my tag: #katsu

i like to call myself wound but i will answer to knife - kirketeer enemies to lovers, requited unrequited love, kind of love triangle

surrender (whenever you're ready) - ofmermaids florist reader, canonverse, slowburn

on my way (to you) - ofmermaids 5+1, canonverse, time travel

and you take me the way i am - willowser assistant reader, slice of life, bakugo is bad at feelings

how to set fires - hawnks strangers to lovers, canonverse, food as love language

organic chemistry - kirketeer codependency and unlearning it, mutual pining, college au ish

here is my hand that will not harm you - natsuonii bodyguard au, mild violence, mentions of scars

in the dark of the morning, you promise me the sun - kirketeer character death (not the main characters), grief/mourning, slow burn

dry spell - willowser established relationship, semi-public sex, miscommunication

for auld lang syne - some-kindofgnome canonverse, near-death, drinking

you feel like home (you're like a dream come true) - willowser light angst, kind of exes to lovers?

i do not know if i should hold you or eat you - katsukiz hurt/comfort, soft sex

love to say this to your face: "i love you only" - willowser dragon king bakugo, arranged marriage, a little drunk

[peachsukii]

Another Soft Idea

Bakugo remembers things you say in passing.

Like when you passed a florist on a walk and randomly told him your favorite flower, he now tries to gift you a bouquet of them once a month.

You mentioned that you couldn't sleep during a trip because you missed him, so he got you a build-a-bear with a recording of his voice and heart beat. He also dabs a small amount of his cologne on it before you leave.

On your honeymoon, you found a dish you absolutely loved. Katsuki spent 5 months perfecting it.

Whatever little thing you say, he listens and makes sure to add into his ways of loving you.

Yes!!! I always think he’s got a note on his phone or just memorizes whatever you express interest in. Flowers, color, foods, clothing style, books, any and everything. He’s a dedicated partner and devoted to making you happy because it’s the least he can do, in his eyes, for how you make him feel. 🥹💖

『 #reis softie sundays 』

[tired-teacher-blog]

AO3

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Most of my work is NSFW so please do not read and do not follow me if you're a minor!! I have enough reasons to go to hell and I don't need a fresh one.

This goes without saying but everyone is aged up in the NSFW stories. Sometimes I forget to put that in the notes so I thought mentioning it here would be better.

Header by @/saradika

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Your fish (Shouto/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Nightly fun (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Drabble)

He teaches you how he likes it (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Drabble)

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Adult Bakugou (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Melodious temptation (Kaminari/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ One shot)

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His daughter, his rules (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Baby's first kick (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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How he apologizes (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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Bashful (Izuku/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Restraints (Hawks/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Trigger Warning/ One Shot)

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How they found out (Shouto/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Pampered (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Dad bod (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Drabble)

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Cuddling (Iida/ Gem reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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When they use their quirks on you during sex (Shinsou/ Shouto/ Kirishima/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Headcanons)

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Our rose of fate (tattoo artist Aizawa/ florist fem reader) Part1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11

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Husband Aizawa (Aizawa/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Attention seeker (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ Fluff/ Drabble)

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Virgin pro hero Kirishima (Kirishima/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

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Sensitive neck (Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader/ Fluff/ Suggestive/ Drabble)

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Husband Bakugo (Bakugo/ Fem reader/ NSFW/ 18+/ Fluff/ Headcanons)

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Miscommunication (Dabi/ Fem reader/ Suggestive/ Fluff/ Angst/ Drabble)

[ofmermaidstories]

merms, for the mashup game i am asking for royal au + florist au for weeds x bakugo. i am asking for surrender: the period fic version lmao. only if you want of course!

omg. okay LMAO. ur wish is my command. 😌✨

You’re abed, dream-slow and almost under when you’re startled awake by the pounding at your door.

Even with the bustle of the Autumn festival preparations, the town had been quiet without the regiment and their patrols. You would not have admitted it out-loud, but you missed the sight of them—the flash of their armour in the sun as they moved through the streets. The stark brightness of their capes, like festival banners. Haru had noticed, you think—trying to demand you out of your worry and your wistfulness by pressing his wild games at you, or hiding the little wooden soldiers Ser Kirishima had carved him among the flowers of the shop.

They are now dotted around your little home, tonight—standing guard as you stumble to your door, still half-asleep. You pause before it when the silence stretches, wondering if perhaps you dreamt it—but then the banging starts again, and fear erupts within you. It could be Akane, or Haru, some kind of disaster befalling one of them—

You do not expect it to be your knight, wild-eyed and breathing hard as he stares up at you from the step.

“Ser—Ser Bakugou!” You croak, opening your door further for him in a silent invitation. “I don’t—has something—?”

In the torchlight of the street, his hair glows gold, the metal of his armour dull, burnished. Your eyes flicker over him, looking for wound or struggle but when you dare to meet his eyes again the knight is scowling, gripping the doorframe so tightly you fear that he will crack the wood.

“You’re whole,” he says, incredulous. It’s not a question, and startles you more than his frenzied midnight banging.

“Yes,” you say, bewildered. “Do I have cause—not to be?”

His jaw tightens as he lets his gaze roam over you in kind; it could almost burn a path along you, scar you, so intense is his assessment and your skin prickles in answer. Though the chemise you went to bed in is modest, brushing your toes and elbows in its length, you feel uneasy. Flimsy. In his armour still, his forest-green cape, Ser Bakugou is dressed for war—solid and imposing as he stands on your threshold. You, in your thin cotton, are unsubstantial before him—woefully unprepared to receive him, barefoot and still warm from your bed.

His eyes are wine-dark, in the night, lip curling as though the same thoughts have occurred to him. You try not to feel as though you are dressed in smoke before him, and focus on the taut pull of his neck, where it’s bare above his collar.

“You’re whole,” he repeats, breathing in sharply, the pulse in his throat jumping. “You’re—dammit! M’gonna kill him!”

The street behind him is empty; it makes his outburst louder. He looks livid to have found you alive and unhurt.

“I’m sorry to hear that displeases you,” you say mildly, earning you a dark glare. “But you cannot stand here, so—come inside, quickly.”

The knight is coiled tightly; tense, primed for a fight. It takes him a slow moment to follow when you retreat into your home, his boots heavy against the wooden floor.

Your home is small, tucked into the back of your little shop as it is. You were proud of it, normally. In the daytime it was warm with the light from the windows. Now, in the night, you move around it silently, lighting what candles you can and filling the space with their flickering.

Ser Bakugou does not sit, standing like one of Haru’s little wooden knights as you restoke the fire of the hearth. The back of your neck pricks with his attention, silent and watchful as you move the kettle back over your stove for him.

“There’s some stew left,” you say to break the silence, turning back to him. His face, serious and smooth in the low light, doesn’t change and your heart thumps wildly in response. You knew what to do with your knight usually, when he was rambunctious or rude or demanding; but this version of him, standing so still and watching you with sharp eyes is foreign to you.

You glance away from him, your heart rabbit-fast, darting amid the garden of your hopes and your fears. There was no reason to react so, around him—but even as you think that you know it a lie, remembering how your lips had parted against his, the last time you were together.

Perhaps your knight was thinking of the same moment. When you set a plate of bread down on your small table for him, a small jug of oil, he doesn’t move—eyes on your face instead, as though he could read your heart through it.

“You must be tired,” you say, desperate for some response from him that wasn’t his looming. He had to be, though; the butcher had only been telling Akane a week ago that the regiment was meant to have made it to the further most town south. A journey that would take weeks, even on horseback.

Instead of replying, Ser Bakugou’s eyes flicker over the table, taking in the bread, the oil you’ve laid out—and one of Haru’s little soldiers, guarding the meal faithfully.

“They’ve been keeping me company,” you say, trying for cheer. “And I’m glad of it. It’s—it’s been lonely in town, without you.”

It’s only when his eyes slide back to yours, sharpening his face you realise your mistake; you had meant without them, Ser Bakugou and the other knights, their noise and activity. But his mouth flattens, coming to some unspoken decision, you think, as he steps closer—his cloak catching at the edge of your table before it pulls away as he edges closer to you.

“I thought you dead,” he says, quiet and low into the space between you. “All ‘cause some idiot rode into camp—ramblin’.”

You think you might combust, your heart is holding itself so tightly. They were meant to be weeks away—

“You—you rode so far?” you whisper, uselessly. At your back the fire of the hearth is warm—what his face catches of its light makes him glow, makes his eyes glow like embers and you wonder what he sees as he stares at you, so close.

He smells of horse—of salty sweat and the campfire sweetness of his magic that follows him everywhere. You swallow, all too aware of how his nostrils flare at the motion, like he could feel it in his own throat.

“Yeah,” he says, rough. “I rode that far.”

For you, he doesn’t add. He might as well have whispered it against your ear—you shudder and he catches your arms, your elbows, one hand brushing along you to the nape of your neck, pulling you into him further as you tilt towards him.

“Y’re alright,” he says, half question, hot against your mouth. His armour is cold and hard against you and your cotton and you can only nod.

“We’re alright,” you whisper back, his lips parting against yours in answer before he curses, soft, and kisses you.

[katsukistofu]

most of these are alr drafts that i need to flesh out more teehee so i just wanted to gauge which one y’all like the most / want me to finish working on first ^^

[theloveinc]

always finkin about bein’ dilf!bakugo’s secretary hehe <3

i thought of him every day at the desk job i had, too🙏🏻

i feel like ... he sees you before he meets you. and it's not any kind of personal thing until it is. all non-hero hires are approved by him, yes, but he doesn't go through the actual hiring process with anyone cuz he assumes he's never gonna meet them aside from dropped off papers and few phone calls here and there when required.

but then you appear on his floor, right there next to the nurse station and the break room with the nicest coffee machine, and for some reason it's not like any of the other times new secretaries have been hired and sat outside his office.

and he always sees you, stares at you when he thinks you aren't looking, pondering just why and how he thinks you're so pretty, though you can always seem to tell and turn to talk to him like you pity him just a little bit. but his rusty heart flutters nonetheless (much to his chagrin) because he thinks you're the sweetest thing since kiri's daughter (which he'd never admit, not with how many diapers he's been made to change) to include him in your conversations with other team members.

and because he's older now, often remembers that even denki got married a couple years ago, he needs someone to daydream about at least to make the time pass since he's started thinking about all kinds of old man shit (see: his lonely ass bachelor pad). but he doesn't want that void filled with the pregnant florist from around the corner, nor the ditzy, young barista boy who once spilled chocolate syrup on his boots (he doesn't even like chocolate syrup).

but who does that leave except you? for him to think about when he passes by nice restaurants suited for romantic dates, or beautiful bouquets and liquors when he's sending flowers to his parents, OR even kids who get in his way when he's patrolling in family neighborhoods.

your job is already soooo domestic, and you always put little smiley faces and doodles on the post-its filled with reminders you leave for him, wave at him so sweetly from across the hall even though he's heaving and scowling; that has to mean something, doesn't it? DOESN'T IT?????

especially when he's at home and his dick is hard and god damnit, you wore those pants the other day, with the shirt that shows a lil bit of your cleavage and he needs a wank so bad and there is no one else he wants to envision :((((

so if he thinks about the (green? orange?) sliver of thong he saw the other day or maybeeee wedding and pregnancy sex and then comes in the next day with donuts pestering you more than usual about this and that, that's none of anyone's business.

(until, that is, you have your own little squirt running around the agency).

[danihow]

Flowers and flames

Prohero!Shoto Todoroki x Florist!Reader Boku no hero academia

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: You never planned on having a reunion with your ex boyfriend, and never in a million years you thought it would be in a victim-pro hero situation.

Warnings: Language, robbery, flower quirk reader, bad written drama, fire, kiribaku, and fluff? Idk.

A/N: Funny story is I started it LONG ago, like, season 4 was barely our and all, and I havent kept on watching the show so this is written as far as my knowledge goes, idk if anybody is dead, so im sorry there, literally publishing this like 3 years after but who cares.

In some cases, just sometimes, they were the right person, they were the one you were meant to be with for the rest of your life, the one whose arms ressemble a home, a safe place where nothing could keep on haunting you and your heart flutters, finally relaxing in happiness. They are, indeed, your soulmate.

Still, even if they are the most amazing person you've ever met, even if they are the one, in cases the timing makes you thing otherwise, that they were not what your heart made you think and they get away, the path of their life no longer colliding with yours in the way it did before. They are not longer your life, your everything, they are just strangers again, stranger with memories.

And it hurts at the beginning, the light in your chest is deemed away, the days take longer to pass by, the time stops but... not in the good way, time seems to be stuck in the middle of everything and nothing, giving eternal seconds to your heartbreak to eat you alive and tear, piece by piece, the strings that connected you to your will of living.

It all seems to be like a never ending snowstorm.

But now, winter has passed, your heart was alive again, your memories were tossed to the back of your brain as you welcomed a new light in your life: you were staring to love again but this time, yourself.

A bit more than six years have gone by since that realtionship ended. Around two thousand, two hundred a fifty days of your emotional healing process. The sun shining behind the tall building, just about in the angle that provided the earth with some beautiful orange hues of light that gave everything around you a little bit more of life.

You were alive, you were breathing, you were happy, and you were relieved.

Your work at the flower shop just ended, closing time making its way around. Just ten more minutes and then you could go back home. It had been a busy but provechous day, since August is the month with the most birthdays the amount of bouquet orders this month have been insane. Your hands have crafted a ton of bouquets today, all kind of bouquet, from formal bouquets that contained monotoned flowers to the most colorful mix everyone could imagine. But you didn't felt tired, you felt happy of making others happy.

The ring of the doorbell woke you from your memories, a tall man in a suit walking in the shop, his red eyes wandering the place with calm, eyeing the peonies, the roses, the sunflowers and the chrystaseums.

"Hi sir! How can I help you today?" Your voice came out in a friendly tone once the man standed right infront of the register.

"Hi, I have a dat- Y/N?" Your name dropping of this stranger's mouth made you look at him now with more concern that friendliness washing over your face.

Your eyes began to wander over his face, the gears in your brain starting to spin as he rang some memory in the back of your head. He was tall, muscular, a defined jaw that dragged the attention to his face, prominent cheekbones that went well with the wildness in his blonde hair and remarked the power behind those dark red eyes... Red eyes.

"Bakugo?"

"It's been way too long since the last time I saw you." He muttered, his eyes inspecting the facial features of his long time friend.

"Uh, y-yeah. Like six years I think. What brings you to my flowershop?"

"Oh, right. I need a bouquet with some pink flowers that kinda looks like a pom-pom." He says, his hands trying to imitate the size and shape of the flower he's thinking about, your mind instantly getting what he means.

"What color do you want for the pom-pom flowers?"

Your steps were still light as he remembered them to be when you dated his friend. "I was thinking of white pom-pom flowers with some red peonies."

"You are one lucky man Bakugo, these right here are the last peonies I will have for the rest of the week." You giggle, taking some white alliums in between your hands, along with some peonies and yellow yarrows to the crafting table.

"What can I say, luck has always been on my side." He says with a smirk. The blond being less agressive than you remembered him to be at 18.

"May I ask who is the lucky person receiving flowers from you?"

"I'm gifting them to my boyfriend, Kirishima, it's our four year anniversary today."

"You finally got with Kiri? That's awesome Katsuki! Congrats!" You happily cheer in him, a soft blush in his ears and nose as he laughs your words aside.

"Thanks Y/N." He mutters, eyes fixated in the bouquet you are working on. "I'm really lucky to have him actually. Pro hero life is such a fucking mess all the time, he's the only one keeping me sane."

"Is great to see you happy and sane, Bakugo. It really is." You smile at him, finishing the bouquet. "It would be five thousand yen, sir." You say, the man handing you the money while taking the flowers.

"Thank you, it's really pretty, Y/N." He smiles, taking small steps towards the door, stopping with his hand in the handle. "Can I ask you somtheing?"

"Sure."

"What happened? Why... Why did you distanced yourself from us? From him?"

Your heart sunk a bit, a train of memories going through your head and heart.

"It... wasn't working, Katsuki, I didn't belonged there in your world, I am not a hero, I was just a person with a stupid flower quirk." You laugh it off, the pain, the heartache that settled in the middle of you, roots of stinging memories encaging your heart. "Distancing was an easy was of cowarding, of getting away from the routine, the emotional danger I would put Shoto in."

"...okay." He nodded his head, accepting how you felt. "I know it isn't easy to break a relationship like the one you had, you are not a coward, you know? It takes a lot of courage to distance yourself from those who you love." Katsuki gifts you a comforting smile, his hand taking out a small card from his pocket and placing it in a shelf near him. "There's my number if you ever need help from a hero, or a friend."

"Thank you, Bakugou, it really means a lot." You smiled at him, looking at his face and the sfot yet still somehow harsh gaze in his eyes, his small playful smile made it seem as if he was a whole new person, and it made you happy to look at him this happy even for a hero, Kiri must be doing some good ass work as his boyfriend. "See you later, have a good day!" You said to the blonde who returned your smile and waved back before the door closed.

With a little smile you sighed, your heart felt torned against the memories this little reunion has brought back. You started picking up the mess the flowers let on the counter top, you took the broom and started swiping the dust from the floor, then you cleaned and put everything in its place, a bit more than half an hour later you were done and ready to go home.

You took your keys and your belonging, tossing a rose that was about to bloom in your bag so you could put it in you nightstand and it would last a bit longer, walking out the door of your shop and when you were just about to take the keys out someone muttered from behind you. "Open up again, and give me all in the cashier, if you don't I will not hesitate to kill you."

You slowly turned around, seeing a man with his blue hand laid to you, ready to shoot something if you didn't obey. "You want money?"

"Of course I want the money, what kind of stupid ass question is that." He snarled, signaling at you to reenter the shop.

"Yeah, yeah right." You nodded, any type of quirk he had it did not seemed to be very friendly.

Rather quick for your shaking hands you managed to get the keys again in the door and open it, walking inside with the robber behind.

"I don't have all day, just do as I say and you will not get hurt." You nodded and he smiled. "Put your things aside, I don't want you calling nobody while I'm here, sweetheart."

Putting your keys and bag aside in the floor you did as they said. "Now, walk your ass to the register and put all the money in this bag and no funny bussiness while doing that." He ordered, tossing a black bag at you.

How the fuck did no one noticed him in the shop? There was still some deam light from the sunset, it was nearly impossible for him to threaten you like that and no one to take it in and do something. But you were not going to let him rob all your money that easy.

While doing what he said in and oddly slow manner, you concentrated your self to using your quirk with that one rose you had put in your bag to make it grow enough for it to reach your phone, feeling how the rose moved slowly and with its stem you tried dialing any number in your phone, the last one saved being Bakugou's.

"Hello?" He ask, your number not saved in his contacts. "Who's this?" Even if he was talking rather loudly it was muffled by your bag, thanking the gods for that.

"Can't you do it faster? At this rate I will be taking the money myself you useless scumbag." The man was getting desperate, he actively didn't wanted to get caught by any heroes today.

"I'm sorry, sir." You answered rather loydly for anyone the rose dialed to hear.

"Y/N?" Bakugou asked, hearing carefully to the voices.

"That's all you got in that register? Really?"

"I mean, you are robbing a flowershop, ain't you?"

"Oh they must be stupid." Bakugou muttered hanging up and calling back to his agency to notify any heores near the shop to help you.

"Shut up okay?! Look at the back or something, I'm not leaving until I got some money."

You nodded, your mouth shutting as you walked to the back of the shop and he followed you just to make sure you didn0t called someone or did something suspicious.

You took longer to open the emergency monsey suplly, and even longer putting the money in the bag as he asked. Each second that passes made you more nervous.

What if the flowers didn't do anything? What if they didn't answer?

The thought of losing it all rolling around your mind over and over again, hands trembling to the point the bills were falling out of your hands onto the floor, spreading around the floor.

"are you stupid?" The man asked, picking you up by the shirt, tossing you around as he took over the money handling, sparks leaving out of his hands as he did.

In a matter of seconds a scandal was heard from outside, a siren far away. "You called smeone?" He asked in a shout, turning towards you. "You dumb bitch." He said, a weak snapping from his fingers shocking you lightly, enough for pain to flow around your body and a yelp escape your lips. "Shut up. Now, you ain't getting out of here." He says, manhandling you until he could tie you to the metallic beam that supported the wall.

You pleaded him to let you go, you couldn't do anything, your quirk was useless, but he didn't even spared a look at you, his quirk setting some of your paperwork on fire, himself running out to the front door.

Panicked, you stare at the papers in fire, rapidly becoming bigger and bigger, spreading to the boxes full of wrapping suplies.

"Shit, shit, shit." You say, trying hard to get out of the tie. Maybe, maybe you could still use your quirk with your flowers. The thought inmediately making you concentrate, fire spreading throught the wooden ceiling to the front of the store, smoke coming bewteen the glass doors.

You were trying, really hard, to make your plants grow, the cracking of the flames making hard to hear the growning crowd outside, smoke engulfing the little back room. You started yelling for help, in hope of anyone hearing you from outside or the stores besides.

"Please, please someone." You pleaded, coughing fits interrupting your yelling, you felt lightheaded, unable to keep on yelling. You tried again to use your quirk, hoping atleast one flower was still intact out there in your shelves. Soon, your mind was everywhere and anywhere, memories of today vagantly flowing through it.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice yell, steps louder, the fire and the smoke making your eyes teary, difficulting even seeing clearly.

Maybe it's bakugo. You though to yourself, trying to find some strength between you to yeel again, only to end up coughing.

"Y/N." Your blurry eyes barely picked on the sillouete, a tall fram ecoming in, coldness spreading from it, a warm hand picking you up and snapping the tie around your wrists, helping you get to your feet.

The next couple of minute were a blur, being dragged out to the street, multiple voices surrounding you, fresh air making your lungs ache, as if you were breathing pure alcohol and your lungs were open wounds.

"You okay?" The familiar voice asks again, your eyes finally clearing and being met by a mismatched pair.

"Shoto?" You ask, hand extending you touch his face, in case your dazed mind was playing tricks on you.

"It's me, y7n, you're okay, it's okay." His hand gentle on your shoulder to help you get seated. "The ambulance is on their way, don't force yourself."

"My shop..." You say, staring at it engulfed in flames, windows broken, not a signal of anything intact in it. A deep sadness fulfilling you, the fear, the anger, the dissapointment all filing you and exploiting, fat tears flooding from your face.

"Does something hurt?" Shoto asks, worry deep in his features at the sight of you crying.

You can't find it in you to answer, hand clapped against your mouth to muffle your ugly cries.

You don't know how much time passes, but it feel eternal as the paramedics are checking you, giving you oxygen and checking your light burns.

"Where's Y/N?" You hear Kirishima's voice from the distance, him and Bakugo both making their way to the scene, a relieved look on their faces as they spot you seated with the paramedics. "Are you okay? Where did the fire came from?" They ask, the bouquet you made earlier in Kirishima's hands, making you smile lightly.

"I'm fine, unemployed, but fine." You mutter. "Now get back to your date, it's okay." You signal to the, both sharing a look before sighing.

"Why do you have a phone if you won't answer?" Bakugo asked, the angry tone he put to masquerade his worry made you chuckle, reminding you of your high school years.

You knew yu didn't have to asnwer, and seeing Bakugo overreact and Kirishima calm him infront of you made you chuckle louder.

Maybe you do have missed them.

Once the paramedics cleared you out and treated your burns you went over to Shoto who just finished talking to the police.

"Shoto" You called, he barely heard you as he turned around t oface you, an awkard smile on his face now that eberything was cleared.

"Hi..." He mutters, nodding to you.

"Thank you." You say, finally looking at him rightly. Paying attention to his matured features, jaw more prominent, frame wider and he seemed taller, hair a bit mure ruffled and longer than you remembered, eyes looking at you as softly as your memories recalled. "Seriously."

"It's my job, it's nothing." h¿He dismisses, nodding again. "I'm... uh, relieved that you're fine."

"Thanks." You nod, fiddling with your hands. "I'll go."

"Can we talk for a second? I mean, a few more." He says abruptly, eyes never leaving yours. After you nodded and stayed, he kept on talking. "I always had this question ever since you broke up with me and... seeing you now may be the only chance i'll have to clear it out." He started, looking deeply into your face in search of anything that told him you didn0t wanted to hear him out.

"The thing i want to say is... why did you do it? I- I thought we were doing great and I never stood where I went wrong."

"You never went wrong. I did." You started, unable to look him in the eye as you were spitting out what happened. "I-I was scared, everything was so wrong even though it felt so right. You were always in the spotlight, always being chased after, and after eberything that happened I got scared i was weakening you." You said, not looking at the way Shoto's features formed a face of sadness. "I never wanted to intefere with your job, I loved you too much to keep you from moving forward. I... just felt like a weight, you were much safer without me around."

"Why didn't you talk it with me?" He muttered, searching for your eyes. "You did worse by leaving than staying."

"That aint true. We dont know that, we dont know what the villains could do to us if we were kept together." You thought you would feel sad, but surpisingly, you were relieved as everything was finally spilled.

"what happened with what i felt?" His words slow, careful. "You mever stopped to wonder if I wanted you around even through out all the risks? It was selfish I know, but you were keeping me sane, keeping me alive."

"I'm sorry, I know it was wrong, but look at you now." You signal to the enitre of him. "You are an amizing hero, you fulfilled your dreams, you didnt needed me for that."

"But i wanted you there." He sighed. "I couldnt help but wonder, all these years, what if you talked to me, what if you were still with me?"

"I was a weakness, Shoto."

"No, you were my strength, you kept me grounded." He snaps, tears forming n his eyes. "After I lost you I thought I lost everything, I didnt have you to protect, to keep on foghting."

"But you kept pushing forward didnt you"

"Ueh but... That was because I knew you were stillout there, I found strength in the thought of protecting everything in case you were there."

"Shoto..."

"Its been six years, y/n. What if..." He stops midway, taking berak to gather some air. "What if we try again, as adults?"

"Its not that easy."

"My life will never be easy, we know that, but, maybe, we can try." His hands are ithcing to hold yours now. "If you seriously are over me, if you really dont want me near, say it now; but i know, i stilll want you."

"Sho..."

"This time, I want an answer.¿, I want to hear you out, I want you to say to me what you think."

His words dug deep into your heart, pain coming out of wound you didnt knew you had, but the thought of him made you flutter a bit, something you thought as dead coming back to life inside of you again.

Was it now the right time?

"What if we dont work out?" You scarely ask.

"Then, I'll let you go, but I'll let you go knowing that I fought for you." You didnt know what happened to him, but hearing him talk like that ignited a little flame in your heart.

"Let's try then. But we have to get to know each other again."

"Sure."

[justagirl-with-aphone]

Pt.2 of this Post-Random Prompt Generator ~Kirishima edition

Pro hero Kirishima x Awkward florist reader!

I would love to! tysm for requesting this! @yuh-l8

It's been a few hours since the redhead left, and you guys were texting NONSTOP. You were also getting ready for the gala, it still felt so surreal to you. I mean, you were a flower shop owner, and someone of his magnitude wanted to take you??? You weren't complaining though, however, you were a little nervous about what everyone was going to say...

A knock at your door brought you out of your spiral, you skipped to the door, happy to see him. Pulling it open, he greeted you with a bouquet of flowers and a big smile on his face.

"I know they aren't as pretty as the ones you're used to, but all flowers pale in comparison to you." He laughed. You didn't know whether to cringe at the line or blush. Your body chose the latter though. you looked down holding your arm in your hand, your face as red as his hair.

"Let me grab my shoes.." You murmured, trying to distract yourself.

The car ride there was filled with laughter, and you felt as if you could talk freely and not worry about coming across wrong. It was freeing. All that changed when you got to the place though, bombarded with flashing cameras and questions, you didn't know what to do. So you followed Ejiro, and let him do the talking.

Navigating to a table, you were met with familiar faces. You didn't know them personally, but everyone knows the faces of big-time heroes. You were immediately greeted by Pinky, (a very fitting name if you do say so yourself.) She ran up to you and pulled you into a hug.

"You must be the one Ejiro won't stop talking about!! I'm so happy he took my advice and decided to bring you!!! You can call me Mina, it's a pleasure to meet you y/n!" A little thrown off by her enthusiasm, but flattered to hear he talked about you, you stumbled out a simple "Really nice to meet you too, I love your work." The girl was easy to talk to, and so were Sero and Denki. You were a little worried about Dynamite, was he going to blow you up? He looked like he didn't want you around.

"Don't worry about him! He's just like that, I've known him for years and I still get the cold shoulder at times! He's just an angry boom boom man" Ejiro laughed, sensing your hesitance around the blonde.

"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME SHITTY HAIR?" He yelled.

"See?" Ejiro laughed even harder, at the 'tsk' that came from Bakugo.

You found that you could talk really easily with his friends, and you even ended up exchanging numbers with them all. Even though Bakugo was reluctant, he ended up folding with a "Spam me and I'll blast you sky high." You think it helped to have people like Mian and Ejiro around, extroverts like them who could make conversation with anyone really helped you come out of your shell.

You stood happily cheering with the rest of the group when Ejiro won an award. And was even happier when he gave you credit when complimented on stage about the decorations. Giving you credit and talking about how friendly you were, you were embarrassed but happy.

You were so happy, you didn't want it to be over, You didn't want to get out of the pro hero's car. You were even happier though when he held true to his promise and came into the shop the next day. Making it a part of his daily patrol.

Maybe, just maybe, you were happy you were running this shop. Not just for the money this time.

So sorry I've been gone for a while, preparing to go to college is a pain in the ass ToT

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku AU 💐 Quirkless Florist Midoriya

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mha

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there's someone in my house (smau) | izukisbaby

attractive things about them | tooruology

you get injured | itsruiblue

you get caught kissing them | itsruiblue ★

when you wipe off their kiss | veenxys

when they call you clingy | katsuphillia

you take off your ring during a fight | veenxys

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bakugo

rain | coconutdays

best | hanmas

first kiss | mrsackxrman

sharing a bed | mrsackxerman

"what am i to you?" | izurou ★

drunk | cielcius ★

you fall for him first | earthtooz ★

10:16 | sweetnsour1

dad bakugo | adonnae

new apartment | augsutinewrites ★

walk me to the bus stop | lovely-angst

embrace | earthtooz ★

you fell first, but he fell harder | uravichii

your location | emmyrosee

convenience store | bfbkg ★

meadow afterglow (florist reader x pro-hero! bkg) | bbyseok ★

please kiss me when you leave | prettyboykatsuki ★

shinso

cosmic love | veenxys

baking | earthtooz ★

simp | veenxys

keigo

king sized | giyuji

falling for you (soulmate au) | flanal-cladpika

third times the charm | tamabbyboi

love is pain (soulmate au) | virtual--hug

atavistic | katsuphillia

thoughts | lexinympho

kirishima

bad hair days | tteokdoroki ★

can i call you tonight? | deartouya

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[honehonn3honey]

I made an account in Ao3 to leave comments of love to that writing of reader x Bakugo I read at the beginning of pandemic

Florist quirkless reader x prohero Bakugo

I really can’t give too much information because my memory has made it blurry but I know what I’m looking for!

There was a child with deafness quirkless of the local neighbor and the reader’s little department had more plants that he couldn’t have in the store and it totally reeked of it, lots of cans with plants. And an old lady gave him some kind of steamed bun?

Readers x loki in pandemic, I’ll come for you too

Loki off-duty soldier who falls in love with his neighbor’s granddaughter who called him a bean. It has an impressive garden and invites the reader to have tea and see its flowers

And the woman who sings in her father’s battered tavern and by fate she ends up singing so that Prince Loki can sleep. It had a very special name for the reader and that’s the title of the writing. I can't remember

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Will you be our Alpha?

Will you be our Alpha? by LoreGold

Eijirou and Izuku have been mates for a long time and they're perfectly happy as they are. Though they do miss the security that having an alpha would provide for their beta and omega. That is until they meet the spicy barista Katsuki who knows how to banter back with them.

They're getting to know their new friend; though their secondary knows excatly what they want, when Kirishima gets in an accident and the first person he calls is Katsuki.

Words: 2876, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugo Katsuki

Relationships: Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Beta Kirishima Eijirou, Omega Midoriya Izuku, Alpha Bakugou Katsuki, Personal Trainer Kirishima Eijirou, Florist Midoriya Izuku, Barista Bakugou Katsuki, Established Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku, they want Bakugo to be their alpha, slight angst, Pining Idiots

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46924069

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Sketches “Patrons Only” of Nov. !✨

The request of the month was Krbk Flower&Tattoo AU !

Kirishima is a florist with a lot of tattoo bc his bf Bakugo is a tattoo artist!🌱

Join us 😉 and give me a request for next month !

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[demon-blood-youths]

"Knowing Oblivion, she does. After being punished, I guess the only thing she has to do is read some comics or hang out with Yuuka. I'm betting on the second option here." Said Navarro, texting Oblivion if she knows where Yuuka is. He got a text back.

'Hanging out with her? Why?'

'Bakugo wants to give her something...'

'Why?'

'It's nothing bad. I'm sure.'

Navarro got a text back to which Oblivion will meet the boys first before they meet Yuuka. "Okay...we're going to meet up with Oblivion so she can take us to Yuuka." Navarro looks over to the florist approaching the duo, asking if they got what they're looking for.

"Uhhh, if you can that works. But wouldn't she be hanging out with Oblivion more and more after what happened? Or am I wrong?" Bakugo asked but he didn't know what Yuu's been doing ever since she got expelled. Though, he gets the feeling she either would be ticked off seeing him or try to burn him.

"And where the hell are the-" He sees Rin, Denji, Atusshi, and Izuku waiting for Bakugo and Navarro so they can leave.