#i keep getting bewildered by all of it. i genuinely like bakugou.

[robotlesbianjavert]

I'm still baffled how Bakugou got his heart ripped/exploded etc... basically he was, yk... DEAD, but he's still here and in... good health, while maybe Toga is dead for a BLOOD TRANSFUSION and Toya is SLOWLY DYING (even in worse condition after the end of the battle) , Spinner was being NOMUFIED (and maybe still risk so if his emotions arise?) and Shigaraki was KILLED and I'm like, ok? It doesn't make sense, but at the same time it does because no way the "good side" would actually have some real repercussion.

But still, if Toga is really dead, while Bakugou is alive... that would take me out for real

well apparently bakugou is built different and can just walk that off. that's the privilege of being Thee most popular hero in the franchise babeyyyyyyyyyy.

it is literally the probably most scathing and blatant example (outside of deku's entire existence) of the heroes getting to just skate by because the narrative is scared to commit with them.

now that we've come out the other side of his revival, i'm still like. baffled about what the point of it all was. like obviously it's supposed to introduce Stakes into the fight, but those were deflated almost immediately by edgeshot's "sacrifice", and by every development since then. could have been a source of anger and struggle for deku, except he gets assured that bakugou's gonna be a-okay within the minute, and doesn't impact much of his behaviour for the rest of the fight. lots of insistence from the fandom that bakugou should have Stayed Dead because it best suited his arc, but frankly that's dumb and i personally felt it was a disservice to his arc to still be comparing himself to deku as he was going all out just before getting merc'd. honestly, i assumed the whole development was a hamfisted way for bakugou to tap into something with OFA (i daydream a whole canon divergence about this on the regular, actually).

but no. that did not happen. much like star n stripe's inclusion in the whole story, this whole thing just never should have happened in the first place. i guess it was all just to backseat him from the story for a while before delivering his big Woo Hoo Hype moments. were it not for horikoshi claiming that he consulted a real paramedic Who Should Lose Their Job about the whole impromptu heart surgery thing, i might assume that horikoshi was forced at gunpoint to do that whole plot on the spot for how shoddy and weird it was.

anyways. yeah if bakugou can do all that then i think shigaraki can reconstitute himself from all his dust pieces and that toga can strut off a lil blood loss. let's goooooo.

[shotorozu]

Caught in 4k being on a honeymoon with their s/o with katsuki bakugou please!

tysm and congrats on 4k! I genuinely think your event name and theme is so creative-

have a nice day!

ily bye <3

GETTING CAUGHT IN 4K.. BEING ON A HONEYMOON (KATSUKI)

THE 4,000 FOLLOWERS EVENT 📸 (rules, and prompts can be found there)

note(s) : i also got multiple anons asking for baku + this specific prompt so like,, 🤩 will be uploading more in a bit

SPOILERS FOR BAKUGOU’S HERO NAME ‼️

you’ve recently became a part of the bakugou family— by marriage.

after lots of planning, the two of you agreed on keeping the wedding small, and discreet. it being encouraged, and advisable due to your occupations as heroes— popular ones, in fact.

the two of you couldn’t imagine the amount of invasions of privacy, if it got out that two popular and engaged heroes got married.

now that marriage was out of the way, there was only one thing left— the honeymoon.

the blond wasn’t so sure as to why you’d want a honeymoon, when he could create a pool in the already large bath tub you guys have in the safe of your home.

despite that, once you’ve said you wanted to go somewhere tropical, katsuki couldn’t find himself complaining. a little getaway as a married couple wouldn’t hurt, right?

yes, and no.

“katsuki, do you still have to wear all of that?” an airy laugh leaves your lips when you look over to your husband— equipped in sunglasses and a hat, to cover his signature spiky hair.

“this isn’t a private island.” he simple states. patting your back, so you could move in front of him. you grin, “yeah, but you look so.. weird. shirtless but wearing a cap and sunglasses.”

he frowns— sunglasses sliding down his nose bridge, allowing you to see a glimpse of his runy red irises. “but you like it.”

“and so what? we’re married.” you grin, showing off the ring he insisted you’d wear, a tiny diamond shining in the mid-day’s sunlight “plus we’re not in japan— it’s not like there’ll be any dynamight fans that’ll be here in the middle of the year.”

“i still think the bathtub at home would be better.”

“yeah, so?” you raise an eyebrow, doubting him with your all “you don’t have to lie, you can say you like the island. loosen up for a bit!” you toss some sand at him with the back of your foot, grinning winningly when he shoots some sand back playfully.

“we can act like regular civilians for just one week. so, why not make the most of this trip, and have fun?”

he rolls his eyes, scoffs “as if i’m never having fun.” his lips breaking into an uncontrollable smile, before he drags you in, leaning in to satisfyingly press your lips against his, and—

you hear a camera shutter.

and then several of them, all at once. bewildered, like deers caught in a set of headlights, the two of you turning to the sounds’ source.

and then that’s where a group of people stand, all gawking at you both like an ancient statue. the person, that’s drowned in official dynamight merch— stands in front, holding a heavy duty camera in between his hands.

“are you dynamight? and [hero name]?”

katsuki shoots you a look, a look that you can interpret says ‘i told you so.’

“let’s run.”

because you’ve apparently underestimated your own popularity and katsuki’s popularity in the west. so with that, the both of you run away from the crowd, hand in hand— running and never turning back, like you have nothing else to lose, but each other.

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[not-me-simping-for-blasty]

I come here for words of wisdom. Every time I read a fanfic about Bakugou being a fuckboy I normally laugh it off because it sounds ridiculous in my mind, although sharing this thought with other people made me realize that some actually think he might be in the future???? So, I want your honest opinion. Not just about that, but I'd genuinely love to know your input on how Bakugou would be in his late-teens, early adulthood, before (for the sake of it) meeting X and settling. Would he sleep around? Would he try for a relationship and fail? What would fail? What would make him settle? Would he really just focus on hero work and that's it? So. Many. Questions.

Hope everything is going great for you. I haven't been on tumblr much (am I the only one noticing the insane wave of wattpad writing here??? p.o.v. and all??????) but I've been following your stuff, and as always, it's incredible. 💞💕

PLS - okay this is so nice to see bc i’ve actually been taking a break from tumblr/writing for the past month. (mental refresh u kno?) aND YESTERDAY I CAME BACK AND SCROLLED THRU MY DASH AND SAW WATTPAD STUFF JUST LIKE YOU SAID.

i was shocked. aghast. completely bewildered. pls i even caved and searched up bakugou fics just to see if everyone else is treating him like that,, and like i dont even know why i did that, because ofc i knew the answer was gonna be yes!! the answer is always yes !!! like i just saw so many fics of him as such a “ooo daddy dom badboy bakugou 🥴🥴” and like why???? bakugou is such a frickin nerd?? and thats sooooooo funny?? whY STRIP HIM OF HIS COMEDIC POTENTIAL ???

but yes yes specifically about bakugou being a fuckboy..... yeah i have no idea where the fuck they get that from. like- did we watch the same show???? sex and especially being naked are such vulnerable things at their core, and they rlly think Mr. Anti-Vulnerability is gonna be the one to sleep around??? to willingly put himself into a vulnerable situation time and time again?? no. pls. c’mon y’all. sometimes i think even todoroki would be more likely.

and just- to sleep around you have to be very comfortable showing interest in other people, over and over and over again. and i just- bakugou doesn’t even admit that his friends are his friends???? and somehow they think that suddenly he’s gonna go around telling people “hey. i like you. and by admitting that to you, i am therefore giving you a slight bit of power over me.”

i- no. he’d never. period, end of story. he would rather be fuckin’ dead. so the answer is no, as he currently is, i cannot for the life of me see why he’d ever become a fuckboy. he just doesn’t have it in him lmaoooooo

ooo but about the what makes him settle question- THANK YOU IVE BEEN DYING TO TALK ABOUT IT.

okay so how i see it, is bakugou is probably totally and completely fine being alone up until his like mid 20’s. sure he thinks maybe it’d be nice to have somebody, but he works so hard that it’s always a fleeting feeling. but then he gets a little older, settles into his spot on the rankings (#3 btw, im soRRY kats but its the truth!!) and watches all his friends get into meaningful relationships. and then, a few more years down the line (think late 20’s/ early 30’s) he’ll be sitting back and being like “shit. i don’t have anybody like that. somebody who’s just for me. who’d pick me first always.”

and i think that is what he wants most of all. i mean, he’s clearly chock-full of insecurities related to that idea, and i cant imagine him ever settling without that need being fufilled. like, i think eventually he’ll probably abandon the idea of being #1 hero, but he’ll still keep that dream of being #1 somehow. so once he finds somebody that always has his back, always puts up with his shit and still loves him at the end of it?? still looks at him with stars in their eyes day after day??? pls. mans is putty and will never even dream of leaving

but that being said- i dont think he’s gonna find The One on first try. i think he’ll be aiming for that, but i cant see it working out. even when he starts seriously dating around his mid 20s, i think he’ll still be too caught up with his hero work. it’ll take him a good few years and one/two failed relationships to finally find a balance that works for him and whoever he ends up with

@i-need-air tysm for asking,,,, clearly i have a lot of thoughts and i love him sm so this was so fun!!!!!! i loved this ask ty!!!!

[katsukikitten]

"Everything hurts"

With Bakugou and fem reader . Reader being injured ( hurts comfort, comfort ending if you please?)

Thank you!

Aight so no death huh? Okay I'll try anon!

Bakugou slides to you on his knees, heart squeezing in his chest as he reaches for you, the battle temporarily forgotten.

"Oi, oi oi!" He says in quick succession, trying to keep the shock off of his face, "Status brat."

He doesn't actually need an update, its obvious that you may be dying. Blood splatter mouth as you lie in a small crater in the asphalt. You try to incline yourself just to vomit up some blood, Bakugou keeps you pressed firmly into the ground.

"Everything hurts." You snarl wiping at your mouth as the world flickers in and out. Bakugou keeps his warm hand against your shoulders.

"Yea yea, no whining on my team." But his voice gives him away, suddenly you're afraid to look down, he tries to keep your face tilted upward but as stubborn as you are you look down. A metal rod that reinforced the street below is now lodged

"When did that get there?" You joke but your face pales, reaching for the metal rod. Bakugou slaps your hand away and you grab onto his hand with shaking fingers.

"Oi don't focus on that focus on me!" He says, before sending out a blast that reminds you of a flare. The light is bright even in the day time and you hear Kirishima shout in your ear piece over the radio.

"We need a medic for -" Bakugou rips out your ear piece, wiping at the sweat on your brow.

"Oi I said focus on me." His voice is an angry snarl, demanding, "Tell me about a good memory you've had this year."

"Bakugou I- I think I'm dy-"

"Shut the fuck up! Just." He evens his breathing, "Just tell me. Now."

Your vision blurs as you think of something, anything.

"When we," You swallow a mouthful of blood, "When we all went to lunch as a team. You Kirishima, and Denki. And Denki laughed so hard at Kirishima's joke that soda went out of his nose and then you laughed. Like genuinely laughed. It sounded....it felt nice to be a part of that moment. I'm glad I got that before I-"

"We can do that soon yea? We can make more moments, we just need to give you a few stitches." He pets your hand and you laugh bitterly, choking on blood.

Your vision goes black as Bakugou barks for you to "Keep your damn eyes open"

But you can't, they become too heavy and the pain in your stomach numbs.

"Come on man, you gotta eat. You've been here for days, I can bring it back here." Kirishima's voice sounds like a dream.

"I'm not fucking hungry." A snap before there is pressure on your hand. You fight to see as your eyes flutter open.

"Ka-Katsuki, Eiji?" Your voice is weak from disuse you try to sit up on your own but Bakugou forces you back into the mattress.

"Easy there brat. We only just got you back."

"Kirishima can you get Denki and we all have ramen?" You ask and Kirishima looks bewildered.

"Here." Bakugou shoves Kirishima some cash, "I like my shit spicy and don't forget to bring back dunce face."

[39yuki]

apricity | kbk. (f)

↣ pairing: bakugou katsuki x (f)reader

↣ genre: soulmate au, angst, fluff

↣ word count: 13.4k

↣ warnings: language, grief, death of a family member

↣ song rec:  satellite - ha:tfelt (very cute, makes my heart do things)

↣ notes:  i posted this on my ao3 and quotev (a while ago), but i suddenly felt like posting here too :3  pls enjoy

↣ summary;  a story of two lovers bound together by the universe but brought together by chance on one frigid, fateful day.

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You have all but a few memories of your parents.

In the farthest reaches of your mind, you can just barely grasp onto an echo of when you were very young. You can see both of your parents smiling at each other, love so evident in their eyes that you can feel it from where you sat, watching them. They looked like they were a match made in heaven, which was all too true, as they were soulmates.

Everyone has a soulmate, but only so many people are fortunate enough to meet their other half. Those who have been blessed enough to cross paths with their divinely-given partner describe the first encounter as a sudden stillness, then the sound of bells chiming somewhere off in some direction, with which you cannot hope to pinpoint. After that, there is a rush of emotions that hit you like a freight train and swallow you whole. Once the stillness comes to an end and the world finally resumes, you're both left with a mark that is permanently etched into the skin as a symbol of the heavenly event that had taken place. This mark is unique to each pair of soulmates.

You can remember the shape of your parent's mark. It was uncomplicated and lovely, which, by no coincidence, were the perfect words to describe the relationship of your parents. Black ink nestled itself snugly onto the inside of their left index fingers, forming a small spiral design.

You vividly remember the strong arms of your parents wrapping around your young cherubic body. They were hugging you, as they were about to depart for a mission that would take a few days. The one part of their job as professional heroes they seemed to dislike most was leaving you behind when their work demanded that it take precedence over their child. The hug lasted for several moments, and throughout, they whispered soft, little nothings into your ear to help calm your emotions. You were upset that they would away for so long. When they released you from their hold, your father grasped your shoulders, and looked into your eyes, promising to be back as soon as possible.

Unbeknownst to you, that would be the last time you would ever see your parents again.

The last memory you have regarding your parents is the devastation that followed at the announcement of their death. You remember the cold, icy fingers of sorrow climbing their way up to your body, starting at your toes and slowly wrapping around your entire body. This feeling sat with you for a long time, and you so dearly wished for it to disappear. Eventually, it did, and in its place was the dull, numb feeling of utter loneliness, and you weren't sure which was worse.

---

You quickly learn that it's better to keep people at a distance. To never get too close and to never share too much. To reveal all the little bits of yourself to someone means to submit yourself to the possibility of being left behind, and to the anguish that will inevitably follow. So, you draw a line in the sand. On one end is you and all the little things that make up the person you are; on the other end is everyone else. Neither side should dare cross that line, lest the repercussions that may follow.

Primary and middle school pass you as mundane and quiet years—just as you like it. When presented with following in your parent's steps and becoming a hero, or becoming a faceless, ordinary person with the rest of society like the cautious and worrisome parts of you desire, you instead come to a compromise; you become part of the support hero programme. The following months pass peacefully, and you spend the hours you're not inside a classroom, working away at the various projects you have lying around in your U.A. provided workshop.

No one crosses your line, and you don't pass over your fictitious border. You're known by your peers as sweet and polite but strangely reserved—just as you like it.

When the temperature starts to dip below zero degrees, and the wind begins to nip at your cheeks, you can't help but feel miffed. You dislike feeling cold; the gelid air stiffens your fingers and disrupts your workflow, while also reminding you too much of the cold clench of destitute loneliness that you were much too familiar with.

You long for warmth again.

 ---

Bakugou Katsuki fucking hates winter.

The freezing air fucks with his heat-dependent quirk, and now he needs to make changes to his hero costume. After he spent all that time before he had started at U.A. designing it, he now had to have someone come in and mess with it. In the event that they screw with his suit and make him look ridiculous, he'd have to kick that moron's ass, which he didn't have the time to be doing. And on top of it all, he was lost.

"Shit!" He crumpled the small piece of paper in his fist. His dumb-ass teacher didn't give him any directions, and this dumb-ass school was unnecessarily large, and it all felt like a giant waste of time.

Still fuming, he unclenched his fist and rolled out the now wrinkled Post-it. Bakugou roamed the halls like a fiery, human-sized ball of rage for another 10 minutes, in search of the workshop belonging to the damn nerd that was supposed to screw with his costume. Upon finally spotting the door placard that held the same combinations of numbers and letters to the ones on his sticky note, he stomped over to it. With all the pent up frustrations he had acquired on the journey here, he threw open the overly large door.

"Why the fuck is this place so damn hard to find!?"

The once still and serene aura of your peaceful shop came to a screeching halt as the door to the room was slammed open, coming to a frighteningly loud crash against its side jam, followed by a spine-chilling howl of expletives. In your fright, you dropped the wrench you had been working with, and it clattered to the ground in a loud clang that reverberated around the room. Quickly moving to face the angry intruder, your gaze fell onto that of fuming, ruby-red eyes, and the world around you came to a screeching halt.

Time had ceased to exist, and the air became still. It was now quiet—eerily quiet. Everything becomes a little hazier, a little gentler, a little warmer all at once. Before you stood a boy who, past all the anger and frustration etched onto his features, was very handsome. His eyes a reddish colour that you had never really seen before, but quickly grew to admire; his nose so cutely pointed upwards, and soft cherub cheeks that were a direct juxtaposition of the rest of his body, which was large and robust.

Far away in a direction you know not of, there is this incessant chiming—they're bells! You assume that he's hearing them, too, and you don't fail to notice all the irritation and tension rapidly fall from his face and body, and all you're left with is a tenderness in his eyes and the tiny, soft curve of his lips into a smile that was so small, you would have missed it if you had not been looking so intently at every part of him. It makes your heart twist and jump in a wild and brazen fashion, and you feel your breath quickly leaving your body. It dawns upon you that he must be noticing several things about you as well, and that doesn't fail to fill you up to the brim with a warm, tingling sensation.

In the corner of your eyes, you notice black ink start to crawl up your skin, settling into a simple image that sits just nicely into the juncture of your right wrist and forearm. You see him looking at his own right arm, presumably left with a mark identical to your own, and that's when you fully comprehend the circumstances of the situation. Time races to catch back up with the two of you again, and suddenly the air around you retakes its natural chilly temperature.

"You..," he lifts a finger in your direction, looking as stunned and bewildered as you currently felt, "you're my soulmate!"

All too quickly, something heavy and uncomfortable settles in the pit of your stomach at his words. You realize that the precious line you'd drawn in the sand is currently being trampled all over by this boy, and you'd only just met. Your throat feels dry, and already you feel way too exposed.

"...I can't," you just managed to croak out beneath your breath. By the confusion present on his face, you're not sure whether he had or hadn't heard you.

Hurriedly standing from your seat, you find your voice once again, and it comes out much stronger this time, "I can't do this right now!"

As you move towards him, arms outstretched to push him out, you can see his puzzlement increase tenfold. Once your hands land on his chest, he seems to regain some control of his voice.

"The fuck are trying to do right now? What the hell do you mean, 'You can't'!?" Before he realizes it, you've pushed him all the way out back into the hallway. Taking hold of the door, you move to begin sliding it close; you're halfway there before he reaches out and grabs a hold of the door as well, effectively preventing you from locking him out.

"Oi! I didn't come all the way here just to fuck around!" He raises his other hand, and in it, there's a creased, little piece of paper sitting in between his fingers. Glancing from it to his face, there's a mix of emotions all fighting inside him and causing turmoil that you can very clearly hear in his voice and see on his face, but the heavy pit in your stomach prevents you from genuinely caring that you've caused such an ordeal within him in only a matter of minutes. You just want him to be as far away from you as possible.

Without another word, you grab the paper from his fingers and yank the door shut, locking it before he can even blink.

You aren't sure whether he's left or not, but once the door closes and silence fills the space again, you feel yourself begin to fill with air, and you're grateful for it, after spending the last few minutes drowning in all that he is. 

You're palms feel hot. There's a searing sensation in them, most likely as a result of having him under your hands. It hurts. You've never felt this susceptible to someone else's gaze or their touch, and it makes you want to run away and bring them as close as possible, all at the same time. It's a dizzying dichotomy of emotions that makes you feel sick.

You have a soulmate.

What was once a tranquil and boring life is now being thoroughly shaken up, and in your mind's eye, you can no longer find your line, and it scares the shit out of you.

  ---

Being in two completely different departments of study makes it much easier to avoid this Bakugou Katsuki. Unfortunately, you aren't able to transfer his request to someone else to handle, so at some point, you'd have to see him again. You aren't sure if the emotions that slap you across the face whenever you think of meeting with your soulmate again are bitter or benevolent ones. 

Two weeks pass of you avoiding Bakugou like the plague. Throughout that time, however, not once does he leave your thoughts. In the mornings when you awaken, and you find that dawn has arrived and is slowly painting the world into a beautiful coalesce of the vibrant hues of night and day, you find yourself wanting to share the sight with him. You wonder if he'd find the view before your eyes as enrapturing as you do. When you're sitting inside your workshop, and you spot the gentle descent of little, white snowflakes falling obliquely onto the ground, blanketing the city of Musutafu in several layers of the soft, puffy substance, you wonder if he's watching the snowfall, too. You wonder if he prefers to go outside and trample over fresh, untouched patches of snow, or if he prefers to stay inside huddling beneath several layers of duvets. You wonder all these things and wish to know the answers to them and so many other things. You wish to unravel him from inside and out until you are properly acquainted with every little habit and idiosyncrasy he possesses, but the thought of having to reciprocate—to leaving yourself vulnerable to any other person leaves you with a series of harrowing emotions.

And so, you avoid him.

Bakugou, on the other hand, had just about fucking had it.

Every second he had outside of his classes and training was spent trying to hunt you down. However, you seemed to just disappear into thin air. 

He knew you were avoiding him and the thought genuinely hurt him. He found himself saying pitiful shit in his head that he otherwise wouldn't have dared to utter. He found himself becoming insecure, much to his chagrin, and he could count the number of times he felt this way on only one of his hands.

To make matters worse, he couldn't find it within himself to hate you, despite you pushing him away. In the stolen pockets of time between all the commotion of his current daily life, you continue to consume his thoughts. He thinks of delicate, velvet-looking texture of your hair that finds he just wants to bury his face into; he thinks of those patient and fond eyes of yours, and how he could spend all day looking into them; he thinks of the supple, pliable skin of your cheeks, and how he longs to feel them beneath his own hands; he thinks of peachy scent of the entire room, and how that was most likely as a result of your perfume or your conditioner—he's not sure which, but he dearly wishes to discover the answer for himself.

Much too soon for Bakugou's liking, he remembers the cute expressions that were present on your face during your first encounter being wiped away and replaced with the anxiety and fear that his very presence seemed to bring. Then, there is a door in his face. 

This is when the pathetic, unconfident thoughts come running back to plague him once again. The cycle repeats itself like this for the duration of you avoiding him, and Bakugou was truly at his wit's end. Screw you pushing him away and screw you avoiding him. He was going to speak to you again, and this time you weren't going to push him away—he'd make sure of it.

After great tribulations, Bakugou was able to get his hands on the class 1F schedule—your schedule. You have a free work period at the same time he's supposed to be getting English lessons from that loud-mouth hero. Bakugou knows he'll get shit for it, but this was his only opportunity. When the time comes, he swiftly makes his escape, and heads in the same direction he did on that fated day two, weeks ago. 

This time, he opens the door gently, and he's once again hit with the dewy scent of peaches that he now so adores. Before him, you work quietly and diligently on a project with nimble fingers that he wants to feel between his own. Your back is to him, and he takes the opportunity to admire you more. 

You sit purposefully and tall—you don't slouch; your uniform fits to you perfectly, as if it was made solely for you, and you alone; through the window, he can see the muted grey skies continuously heave crystalline flakes of snow, and it paints a sublimely backdrop for you—it's as if it was made to fall just for this reason. 

In your peripheral vision, you see a figure standing in your doorway, and you turn your head to face it. Upon seeing your eyes widen in shock, Bakugou hastily steps into the room and locks the door behind him, and he's once again reminded of why he came here in the first place.

With an accusing finger stretched in your direction, he stomps over to you.

"Listen here, you little shit," once within close proximity of you, he leans down so that his eyes are level with your own, "the fuck are you trying to pull, avoiding me and shit like I killed your fucking dog!?"

Upon spotting the fright present in your eyes again, he leans back into a standing position. He continues with a softer, albeit still aggressive, tone. 

"We're soulmates for fuck sake. Why don't you care?" he finishes.

Feeling already so vulnerable under his gaze, you cast your eyes downward, and find yourself at a loss for words for a few moments; you strangely find yourself in appreciation that he waits patiently for you to find your voice again.

"I do care! I just—" you start, and it takes you another beat of time to begin again, "I—I just... I don't think I'm..." you have a sigh, and drop your shoulders. "I just don't want to be in a relationship with anyone." It's the simplest explanation you can give him while still protecting yourself. 

"What'd you expect me to do, fucking marry you on the spot?"

You choke at this, and had the circumstances been a bit different, you probably would have laughed up a storm. It's silent for a few more moments, and Bakugou quickly finds himself growing desperate. 

"...They're not always couples, you know?" He croaks out, uncharacteristically gentle. 

"Huh?" You look back up at him, confused.

He's quickly irritated again. "I'm saying that soulmates aren't always fucking couples, you moron," he begins, "they're business partners and... fuck, whatever else there is! They're friends, sometimes, you know!"

You look up at him at this, and Bakugou quickly feels meek under your gaze, which shocks him down to his core.

"We can be friends..." he quietly finishes.

The room becomes still around the two of you again, and it's at this moment that the two of you realize the closeness of your bodies. You both find yourselves blushing fervently at the close propinquity, the sudden intimacy making your hearts do wild, erratic movements within your chests. You find yourself desiring to reach out and grab hold of his hands in your own just so that you may feel a part of him—you barely manage to convince yourself to refrain from doing so.

"Friends," you call out softly. Bakugou finds his head spinning at the sound of your voice, and he realizes that he wants to spend all day listening to you speak—even about annoying, idiotic shit that Bakugou would otherwise want to rip his ears off if he ever heard it. From you, he knows that it wouldn't be so vexatious.

"Yeah, just friends." 

You can't control it when the corners of your mouth start to curl up into a soft smile. 

"Okay."

Bakugou finds himself reluctant to part with the current moment. He twists his head side to side in search of a stool like the one you're currently occupying. Once he finds it, he hurriedly pulls it right up next to your own. When he sits, his thigh and shoulder are flush with your own—much closer than any pair of friends would sit, but neither of you can find it within yourself to care.

He picks up the material on your desk, "Tell me about this shit," he says gently—Bakugou notices that your presence makes him gentle and he's not sure yet how to feel about it.

Your smile grows, "It's yours, actually! I started working on it a couple days ago."

He takes the time to really eye the suit in front of him. He analyzes the new details of his costume, noting what's stayed the same and what's changed.

"...Not bad," he smirks at the giddy gleam that appears in your eyes at his approval. 

"By the way," you begin after a few moments, "have you chosen a hero name yet?"

"That shitty hag won't approve of anything I come up with," he turns his nose up in irritation.

"...What about something like 'Ground Zero'?"

He thinks for a moment, "...Sounds dumb."

You laugh wholeheartedly at this, and Bakugou finds that he feels proud of himself for finally being the cause of your joy.

"Okay," you breathe out once you finish your little fit, "I'll keep thinking then."

---

You and Katsuki spend a lot of time in your workshop after reconciling.

You adapt to him quickly, and he accepts you unconditionally. It's like he was always meant to be there and you eventually suppose that it's because you're soulmates. Katsuki is patient when it seems like you've lost your voice, and he lets you change topics as you please whenever you're beginning to feel uncomfortable. You know that Katsuki's sharp, and you presume that he's figured out that you find it distressing to discuss certain aspects about yourself. You're grateful for the subtle measures he's taken to make sure you feel relaxed around him, but you'll never thank him out loud, knowing he'd just deny it like the stubborn boy that he is.

Now, it's gotten much harder to get him off your mind in the moments in which he isn't by your side. It's hard to forget the many stolen glances and brushed fingers and the barely-there space between your bodies when you sit next to each other that never fails to make your heart race. It's also much more challenging to keep your mind from wondering about the things that make up who he is. Now that you have the answers to all those burning questions from the time you were apart, you have a million more questions that need answers. It's one of those very burning questions that bring you to your current conversation, held in the cozy confines of your workshop.

"Take me with you then!"

He deadpans, "Hah?"

"Take me on one of your hiking trips then! I wanna know what you like about 'em so much!" You say with a childish gleam about you.

"If I take you with me during this time of year, you'd probably end up killing yourself or some dumb shit like that." Just as quick as it came, your frivolous glow vanishes.

"Oi, quit fucking pouting, you brat!" He chastises at the sight of your indignant expression. "I'll take you when it starts to warm up, I promise."

A smile finds its way onto your face at the future prospect.

Since it's a Friday evening, the two of you take advantage and hang out for a few more hours than usual. Once the outside world begins to darken, however, he insists on you both getting back to your dorms. The walk back to your respective places was filled with a tranquil quiet; the only sound to be heard was the noisy crush of snow beneath your shoes and the heavy huffs of hot air escaping your mouth. Katsuki walked with his shoulder touching yours, and you welcomed the extra warmth. He leaves you at your door with teasing ruffle of your hair, and you bid him goodnight.

Unlike most other instances, you don't fall asleep immediately that night—your thoughts seem to keep you awake, and of course, they're about your soulmate. You think about how many of the little things you've noticed from the amount of time that you and Katsuki spend attached at the hip. You think of his hair and the unexpected softness to it, despite the unkempt look of it; you think of his eyes and the subtle hint of orange in them, a colour which you purposefully added to his suit so that the two now match; you think of the pliable skin of his hands and the way they leave static against your own when the brush against each other.

As if on cue, your phone vibrates with a message from the very same boy who was currently darting from corner to corner of your mind.

Are you awake?

You respond quickly. Yeah what's up

Meet me at the front gates at 18:00 tomorrow. Wear gloves.

Your heart starts to race a little bit like it always does whenever Katsuki is involved. Part of you wants to question what he has planned, but the other part wants to leave it a surprise. You struggle back and forth for a bit, before ultimately coming to a decision.

Ok I'll be there

It takes a few minutes before your phone goes off again.

And why tf are you still awake moron? Go to bed.

You chortle as you text him goodnight as well. With the excitement of what was to come tomorrow evening, you find yourself almost counting the minutes until the next day.

 ---

Your classmates don't pay you too much mind as you spend the majority of the day scuttling around the dormitory.

Once morning came, it finally dawned upon you that this would be the first time that Katsuki would see you outside of school, as well as in casual clothes. To add on to your stress, you also had no idea about where you were going, and when you had asked him out of desperation, he'd stubbornly refused to tell you in typical Katsuki fashion. 

Fortunately, however, as the clock began to tick closer to your arranged meeting time, everything started to fall into place for you. Your hair seemed to finally stop battling against you, resting just as you wanted it to atop your head. As if a divine light had pointed them out to you, several articles of clothing, among the heaps scattered across the room, seemed to catch your eye and you were able to come up with the perfect outfit—you'd also been able to borrow a lovely pair of matching gloves from the girl in dorm adjacent to yours. You ignored the knowing look she gave you with surprising ease.

With only a few minutes to spare, you scampered out the front door, waving goodbye to a few of the peers that you passed on the way there. The walk to the front gates with quiet and you'd almost slipped twice in your hasty excitement. The sun was already well on its way to falling below the skyline, and you wondered where it was that you'd be going so late at night.

You quickly turn on your heals as soon as you hear the familiar crunch of snow from behind you.

Katsuki was dressed in a dark-red cable knit sweater, and over top of it was a grey winter coat and dark-grey jeans to match. It would seem that despite the usual ragged appearance of his school uniform, Bakugou Katsuki did, in fact, know how to dress up nicely.

"Oi! Quit staring already, and let's go," he huffed out once he was a few feet away from you.

"Don't think I didn't see you doing the same thing, Katsuki-kun," you bumped his shoulder with yours, teasingly. When he didn't try to deny it, you quickly found your teasing remarks backfiring against you, and you felt your face begin to heat up. 

The two of you fall into step with ease as you both walk toward the train station, and the conversation flows smoothly, as it always does between the two of you. At some point during the journey, you noticed that your hand had found itself intertwined with his own—you only wish you'd been able to remove the cloth preventing you from feeling the warmth of his skin directly against your own.

Upon exiting the train station, you were able to take a look at the scene around you. You never really got out much—having found no reason to do so throughout your life—so it took you by great surprise at buzzing city life around you, despite the sun having disappeared quite some time ago. The streets were just as packed as they were during the day, and the fluorescent neon signs across every building made everything look several times busier. Katsuki didn't miss the flustered expression on your face and gripped your hand tighter as he tugged you along toward your destination.

Feeling your feet came to a stop, you snapped out of your stupor and gazed at the sight that lay ahead of you. Before you stood a park that was just as busy as the roads behind you. There were lights strung up around several trees that surrounded a large rink.  People were gliding about on top of the icy surface. 

You tugged excitedly at the hand currently laced in your own, "Katsuki-kun, I didn't know you liked to go ice skating!"

Without glancing at you, he pulled you off in the direction of a booth where a middle-aged woman was renting out skates, "I don't, but you wouldn't shut up about me taking you hiking, so I figured this might be better, considering you have the endurance of a fucking child."

"What'd you just say about—" Katsuki ignored you entirely as he began ordering a pair of skates for you both.

He turned back to you, "Hurry up and tell her your shoe size, you brat."

You huffed as you gave the lady your information, not sparing a glare at Katsuki as you passed him to sit on a nearby bench. Once your skates were laced up, you quickly pouted at your current predicament. 

"...Katsuki-kun," you began in a low, childish tone, and he turned to look at you from where he stood, waiting for you, "I need you to help me walk."

He moved to rest his hands against the barrier behind him, and you watched his shoulders begin to shake.

"Quit laughing at me! I'm helpless here!" He began to snort as he snickered noisily and eventually you started to laugh with him. When Katsuki turned back to face you once again, his cheeks were pink, looking thoroughly amused.

After pulling you up onto your feet, he got behind you so that your back was touching his chest. He held your arms in his own, taking most of your weight off of your feet. With Katsuki's help, you were able to waddle your way over to the rink.

He was still profoundly amused as he watched you awkwardly glide across the ice, holding his hand in a vice grip. Eventually, when you proceeded to start getting the hang of it after some time, you were able to stand up much straighter and bring your legs together.

You looked over at Katsuki with eager eyes, "Let's go faster, yeah?"

"When you fall flat on your ass, I'll be too busy laughing to help you up," he was already chuckling lightly, imagining the scene in his head.

"Oh, whatever," you let his jab fly right over your head, too caught up in your quest to start gaining speed.

Without fail, you did end up falling flat on your ass.  However, you managed to take him down with you.

Resting your head against the ice at your back, you began to laugh hard at your fumble. Above you, Katsuki was resting on his elbows on either side of your head, also laughing his heart out, and you realize that this is the first time you've ever heard it—not the usual airy snickers, but a deep, belly laugh. You felt yourself swell with joy.

Once the two of you regained your breath, Katsuki got up first, then proceeded to help you to your feet.

"Take it easy this time," he said, face flush with amusement.

The two of you continued to languidly do laps around the rink for a little while more. When the light snowfall around you began to increase in intensity, you both called it a night. After giving your skates back to the woman who had given them to you—she was smiling merrily while she told you that you and Katsuki reminded her of her daughter and her newlywed husband, which didn't fail to send both of you into a fervent blush—Katsuki began to walk back in the direction of the train station. He stopped when he felt you start to tug on his arm, and you pointed at a café that had caught your eye.

"Thank you for bringing me here today, Katsuki-kun," after receiving the drinks you ordered, you both shed your coats and sat next to each other on a couch in the corner of the dimly-lit room. He only nodded, and in the corner of your eye, you could see the corners of his lips tugging up into a small, bashful smile.

Even after cups of hot chocolate had long since been finished, you and Katsuki sat together in the café, a cozy silence encompassing you two. It was only when you noticed the streets outside began to empty that you suggested that you both start hurrying home.

After the day's excitement began to come to a close on the train ride back to U.A., you felt yourself slowly losing your focus. In your exhaustion, you didn't think twice about letting your head rest against Katsuki's shoulder.

The rest of the walk back to your dorms is already hazy, and you're sure you won't remember it the next morning. He walks you right up to your door, and you hesitate before heading inside.

He looks to you, confused, "What is it?"

"...I had a lot of fun tonight."

He reaches up to pat your head, "Me too," he reaches over to the doorknob and opens it up for you, "Now, go inside before you drop dead out here."

You chuckle softly, "Goodnight, Katsuki-kun."

"Night."

---

The rest of the second term finishes up faster than you expect, and it takes you a minute to wrap your head around the situation. It's only when you're gazing at the backs of your classmates exiting your shared dormitory with suitcases in tow that you recognize that your winter break is officially upon you. You also realize that you are, too, are leaving to visit home, and so was Katsuki—you won't be able to see each other for the next several days, and you're not sure what to make of the funny feeling that settles in the bottom of your stomach at the thought.

The overly-large front entrance to the building comes to a close with a massive bang, the sound echoing—the last of your classmates had left, and you still had yet to pack. The room is suddenly several times bigger, and the air several times colder. Heaving a sigh, you tuck your arms into your body and turn on your heels, heading back to your room.

The air in your dorm-room is just as cold, and so is the air of the outside world. The air in the train station is cold and so is the air in your house once you finally arrive. You're freezing all over again, and you can't seem to figure out how to fix it.

You long for your warmth again, though you don't have a clue as to how you found it in the first place or where it went.

 ---

Almost uncontrollably so, your heart starts to pick up, the incessant pounding rises to a loud crescendo in your ears, and you hold tighter to the small, decorated box sitting inside your palms. There's a familiar prickly feeling in your cheeks, resulting from the flush of your skin and the frigid winter atmosphere fighting against each other. You're nervous.

After knocking firmly on the door of the house standing before you, the quiet anticipation of who would answer makes you stress. It seems like centuries before the door swings open and the boy you've been waiting to see stands before you.

Unabashedly, you smile as wide as your face permits, "It's been a while, Katsuki-kun! Happy New Year!" All too quickly, he finds himself with a rosy glow about his face and turns his head in an attempt to hide it.

"It's not New Years yet, idiot," he reaches out to grab your arm, "come inside before you get sick."

Despite Katsuki quickly dragging you up the stairs and away to some corner of the house, you managed to take a look at your surroundings—his home is very urban and modern with a stylish open concept. Off in some other part of the house, you can hear excited, hushed whispers, presumably from his parents.

Katsuki opens a door and ushers you in first. On one side of the room, there's a hardwood desk with several stacked books and a laptop resting on it. On the other side of the room, there's a bed, properly made, and next to it, a large window looking out onto the horizon. In the middle of the room, there's a low floor table and beneath it, a soft-looking rug. Katsuki walks past you during your inspection of his bedroom to take a seat at the table. You follow suit and take place adjacent to him. 

"Sorry we couldn't meet up until now. Got sorta busy," he raises his arm to rub at the nape of his neck, his expression remorseful. 

You shake your head, "We'll be able to spend the last day of the year together," you offer, "so, it's not all bad. Besides, I'm sure your family wanted to spend some time with you, all things considered. They've probably missed you."

"What about you? You seem like the type to have a huge, noisy family."

"Nope," your smile falters, "Just me and my aunt."

He hesitates before he speaks again, his words cautious, "...What happened to them?" He doesn't have to say it for you to know that he's referring to your parents. There's a long pause that follows, and all that happy gleam about you was slowly, but surely, dissipating. 

"...They died when I was younger," there's a part of you that feels like you're sharing too much—a part that feels like you're leaving open wounds to be laid bare and exposed—the other part of you, most likely the part of you with ink covering itself, wants only to hold faith in Katsuki and trust him with this part of your past, "...they were heroes, and they were murdered by villains."

The eerie quiet that follows does nothing to settle the pit growing in Katsuki's abdomen. He can see a cloud of melancholy fall over your shoulders, and he's woefully unsure of how to get it to disappear. Everything he can think of saying doesn't sound quite right. 

Knowing that nothing he can ever say would help you, Katsuki sits up onto his knees and leans over to you. His arms fall tightly around your body, holding you securely in his embrace. No other words are exchanged for the next several moments. 

The inside of your entire body fills to the brim with butterflies. Their large, downy wings brushing up against every corner of your body, leaving a cozy, soft warmth that tingles on your skin. The areas where Katsuki's body meets your own feel exceptionally warm—almost hot. You unconsciously press yourself against him. You revel in his embrace for a while more.

You find that no words will leave your lips, so you lock your gaze with his instead, hoping that he can see the gratitude through the window of your eyes.  He nods while slowly unwrapping his arms from around you.

He moves onto his feet and walks over to his bed, kneeling beside it and pulling something out from beneath it. You watch as Katsuki's arms tense when he picks up the object. When he turns to face you, you see that it's a box wrapped in brown wrapping paper with twine tied around it. Katsuki carries the box over to where you're sitting and gently places it in front of you.

You stare at him curiously as he moves to sit back in his previous spot, "What's this?"

"I meant to give it to you on Christmas, but I couldn't get away," he looks away from you, "open it."

A childish glow settles over you as you carefully unwrap his gift. Upon laying your eyes on the contents of his gift, you gasp.

"Katsuki-kun, this is—" you're eyes are almost sparkling, and your voice shakes in awe, however, you can't seem to finish your sentence in your stupor. 

He smirks at your palpable joy from his gift, "It's all you support course kids talk about these days, anyway. You're all like broken records." Katsuki had gotten you the newest, high-end toolset designed by an upcoming support hero, and was supposed to be quintessential to any aspiring support course student. 

Unsurprisingly, you and all your peers were frothing at the mouths to get it; unfortunately, it sold out almost as soon as it hit the shelves. You'd moped around for several days about it, pissing Katsuki off to no end with your miserable attitude. 

"How were you even able to get it!?"

"Don't worry about it," he dodged. You laughed and held the box tightly in your hands.

"I love it, Katsuki-kun! Here," you move to pick up the small box you'd placed on the ground earlier, placing it on the table in front of him, "open yours."

Having not expected you to get him a gift, he lifts open the top of the box with a rosy patch of pink across his cheeks. Inside was a silver, titanium band with a small, reddish gem that matched the colour of his hero costume. You watch as he picks it up and holds it between his fingers, inspecting it.

"I made it myself," you explain, "I remember you talking about how your arms start to hurt once you start reaching the upper limits of your quirk. The science behind it is pretty complex, but basically, it should help ease some of your pain."

You grab the ring from his fingers and take his hand into your own. "You wear it like this," carefully, you slide the piece of jewelry onto his thumb. The colour of his cheeks deepens to a shade of crimson, and he turns his head away from you.

"..Thanks."

Before you can start talking his ear off about the ingeniousness of that ring of his and all the intricacies of it, the door to his room bursts open and standing in the doorway is a female carbon copy of the boy seated next to you.

"Oi, Katsuki! How long do you plan on trapping this poor girl in your room, you moron!?"

"I ain't trapping anyone, you old hag!"

"You really plan on using that foul mouth of yours like that in front of your girlfriend?" Instantly, like a muzzle had been placed on Katsuki, he pipes down. His aggression is still easily apparent, however.

"I-I'm just a friend," you say, extremely rattled by the mirror image of Katsuki standing before you—personality-wise and physically. The woman's temper does a complete one-eighty, and she's adorning one of the sweetest smiles you've ever seen. 

"Oh, I know my son's attitude is unbearable, but there's no need to be ashamed of him," she jokes.

Katsuki scowls, "Would you shut the hell up!?"

Katsuki's mother chuckles, pleased at so easily being able to get under his skin with her teasing. "Just make sure to take her downstairs at some point so she can have some of the food you spent all afternoon locking everyone out of the kitchen to make."

"Yeah, yeah, I got it!" He shoos her away, only relaxing when the door finally closes behind her.

"Katsuki-kun, you cooked for me?" you ask with a satirical lilt in your voice.

He blushes again, embarrassed, "How many seconds exactly did it take for the old hag to rub off on you!?" 

You laugh as you grab his arm and stand, pulling Katsuki up with you and drag him towards the door. 

"Let's go eat!"

As Katsuki works at plating all the dishes at the table, you take the time to properly introduce yourself to both of his parents, Mitsuki and Masaru. When Mitsuki proceeds to start teasing you for dating her son again, you lightly remind her that you two are indeed just friends—you can tell she doesn't believe a word you're saying, but at least she seemed to relent a bit.

Throughout dinner, you can't help but notice the startling similarities of everyone at the table, including yourself. On one side, Katsuki and Mitsuki sit next to each other, continually grating on each other. On the other side of the table, you and Masaru are seated beside each other, softly smiling at the antics of the two people before you.

"Why don't you two head down to the shrine a couple blocks from here," Mitsuki suggests once dinner finishes and she spots the time—it's half-past ten, "you can count down the new year together! And since it'd be pretty late by the time you both make it back, you can just stay over."

When Katsuki doesn't say anything, you can tell that he's leaving it up to you. "I'd have to call my aunt first, but I think it should be okay!"

You're excited at the prospect of being able to visit the festival with Katsuki. You hurry to call your aunt and beg her to give the go-ahead, which doesn't take long to get.

By the time you finish washing the dishes with Katsuki, and you've bid his parents adieu, it's only a few minutes past eleven when you make it out of the house. The streetlamps of the neighbourhood are incandescence, shining down onto the throngs of people also headed towards the shrine to see out the year. It almost feels entirely too natural when your hand finds itself latched onto his own. This time, you can feel the warmth of his palm directly up against your own—you also feel the cool, metallic band nestled around his thumb. You can't help the tender smile that makes its way onto your lips as you walk.

 ---

Midnight had come around faster than you expected—having been too wrapped up in the many stalls selling various items, you hadn't kept track of time. Instead of letting you try and find your way home, Katsuki took you back to his home.

Stepping through the familiar entrance, you noticed that all the lights were out, and the house was quiet—most likely, Mitsuki and Masaru had already head off to sleep. You and Katsuki tread carefully up the stairs and through the hallway towards his bedroom. You walk over to his bed and fall ungracefully on top of it, heaving a heavy sigh.

"I'm exhausted," you drawl out, and lift your head so you can see Katsuki and smile merrily at him, "but I had tons of fun today."

He doesn't respond and only continues to shuffle around the room, pulling out an extra set of bedding from the closet, placing it on the floor near the bed. He settles into it as you do the same.

Despite your weariness, you don't fall asleep as soon as you would have liked. The steady breathing and light snores of the boy adjacent to you indicate that Katsuki had long since nodded off. The otherwise noiseless room and your inability to rest allows you to think, and you question yourself—could it be possible that the people around you were right that you and Katsuki bore a relationship akin to that of couples? You've never been in love, so what really was love to you? Were the dizzying touches and held gazes that made your heart clench love? Were the onerous and all-consuming jovial emotions he made you feel love? How does any one person put a label on love?

You realize that Katsuki has all this time been treading on eggshells around you to prevent you from talking about anything that would remind you of your past—he must have thought he'd stepped on a landmine earlier.

If you truly were in love with Katsuki, would you be willing to bare your soul to him and entrust him with your heart that's been scarred by the people you had loved most—to trust him not to toss it out into the piercing, bitter air where it will only wilt away in the presence of none.

These very questions leave you with a sour taste in your mouth and a chill that nips away at your fingertips.

---

Katsuki had once walked around with an aura about him that screamed he was self-centred and uncaring of the people around him. That all washed away once he'd met his other half.

To Katsuki, spending time with you was like lounging around inside a hazy, little velvet cloud of tender intimacy, and when you both part ways for the day, Katsuki falls right back down to earth—except this time, the world isn't so full of troublesome woes and irritations that would normally leave him surly. His classmates have, no doubt, caught on to this new Bakugou Katsuki that was a little less dyspeptic.

Katsuki is head-strong and resolute in his actions—he paves his own way, and all that others say be damned—so after wrestling with his emotions a bit and coming to terms that he's gone completely soft, he doesn't give it a second thought when he concludes that he's in love with his soulmate. It had only been a few months since the two of you had met, but soulmates always did move faster than others.

A revelation like this would have any average person on cloud nine; however, Katsuki is far from it. There is, instead, a dark, ominous cloud hovering over his shoulders. He is wholly aware that you may not be ready to be truly loved by him just yet. With how your first encounter went, how you always seem to be tiptoeing around him when it came to certain subjects, and whatever had transpired on New Year's Eve, Katsuki can deduce that there are shackles around your heart and that they may have something to do with your parents. He knows that they won't just disappear, but he at least hoped that you would trust him enough to share your pain with him, to let him help ease even just a bit of your burden—to talk to him.

Katsuki had thought that you had maybe might have made some progress towards that reliance on him. However, it doesn't take Katsuki long to realize that you've resided back into that familiar shell he'd found you in only a few months prior—you've been faraway and curt with him for weeks now.  You'd taken five steps backwards, and now you are distant, closed off and hard to reach again. ---

In typical fashion for U.A., there was a villain attack on the students of class 1-A. The details regarding the incidence are mostly unclear to the general populous. Of the little information released, you and many others across Japan knew that there was an attack and that a particular student was at the center of it—Bakugou Katsuki, the winner of the prestigious U.A. Sports Festival. Even if no one had been severely hurt, the information left you in dizzying disarray.

For a moment, when the news first struck, you were left crippled with fear and the once deeply buried anguish wrapped its bitter fingers around your throat. Even after the events of the attack were well over with and you knew Katsuki was okay, you still found it difficult to get a breath of air that doesn't burn away at your windpipe, leaving it raw.

Katsuki would vehemently tell you that he was completely fine, and maybe he truly was, but that did nothing to dissuade your thoughts—heroes die, and they leave behind the people that love them most.

You're well aware of the fact that you and your emotions are the two utmost divergent pairs to walk the earth. You had long ago once accepted this incompatibility. The problem arises when Katsuki comes into the frame; you wish so dearly to entrust these fickle feelings unto him and let him help guide you through them—you can tell that he wants to, as well. Yet, the thought of what you stand to lose once you bring him close to your heart dredges up memories and emotions that you'd worked so diligently to force into the farthest reaches of your soul.

Despite all this, you still find yourself longing to lose yourself in him and the comfort he's given you—to meander aimlessly through the warmth and blissful ignorance.

It's when you receive an invitation from Katsuki to visit the winter illuminations and you find yourself agreeing, despite having given him radio silence since New Years, that you realize that you haven't the slightest clue about what exactly you're doing with Katsuki—it almost feels as though you're using him, seeing as you can't find it in yourself to bring him in as close as you know you both want and deserve.

When the night of the date in question comes about, there's a tense quiet that neither of you can seem to shake—you know you're the cause of it.

The sky is flushed with deep indigo-violet hues as you exit the station in Shinjuku, and the illuminations are only a few steps away. Once the area around you starts to become littered with warm, various coloured fairy lights, you seem to forget your troubles just a bit.

"Y'know, I don't think I've ever actually seen this stuff in real life either," you smile gently at Katsuki, "looks like you're showing me new things again."

You're not sure if he's been able to don the same faux blithe attitude as you have, but when he tightly grasps your hand in his own, you know he's at least willing to try.

Katsuki smirks lightly, "I'm pretty sure I just destroyed the last hermit on earth."

You giggle softly as he begins to pull you along the glowy, pink path that many other couples are currently treading. The hazy air of the luminous park is idyllic and intimate, and you're able to stroll aimlessly through the many attractions scattered throughout the neighbourhood with easy conversation flowing between you—it's slightly terse, unspoken feelings trying its best to pierce the atmosphere. You are able to suppress them for the most of the duration of your amble around the district.

When you're legs begin to tire, you pull Katsuki over to an empty park bench that's unexpectedly warm beneath you, though the untouched parts of the bench are covered by frost. As you rest your head against Katsuki's shoulder, and you feel that he rests his head against your own, there are no words exchanged as you sit in silence together.

Once Katsuki's body slowly begins to tense, you know that he's getting anxious about something.

"What's wrong?" You quietly mutter out, not moving from your current position.

He doesn't speak right away, and you can tell that the oblivious serenity of the night is quickly dissipating.

"What aren't you telling me?"

"...I don't know what you mean," you feign ignorance. Unlike every other instance in your relationship, Katsuki isn't so quick to drop the conversation or pretend he's convinced. He sits up straight, jostling you off of him in the process.

"I don't buy that shit, and I don't wanna hear another one of your fucking excuses," his voice shakes slightly, "I wanna know what it is that you're hiding from me and why you've been so fucking weird with me for half the month."

His frank demands leave you rigid and at a loss for words as the emotions you'd been trying hard to hide away all evening are making their way back up. Katsuki waits several moments for a response, and when he receives none, he stands from the bench, dropping your hand from his own.

"Forget I asked," he sighs out, "let's just go home." He doesn't wait for you as he begins to walk toward the train station.

There's an unfamiliar and unpleasant space between you the entire way back. You wish dearly to reach out and hold tightly to him as you explain all your woes, but you have no idea how.

---

At every occurrence prior to now, Katsuki had confronted you. He had always been the one to try and prompt you to bare some of your sullen secrets. At every occurrence prior to now, the words die away on your lips, nowhere to be found.

When you awaken the day after your melancholic walk in the park, it's well into the afternoon, yet the sky is gray and dark; you rise to your feet with unexpected vigour, anyway.

If you approach Katsuki on your own terms to tell him what he wants to hear, you suspect that you won't be afraid anymore, right? The idea fills you with a sense of encouragement to make things right.

You patter around your room as you rush to make yourself a bit more presentable—rubbing the sleep out of your eye, taming the tousled hair atop your head, and changing out of your sleepwear. In your haste, you absentmindedly forget to bring your coat, and it comes back to bite you only moments later.

When you step out into the unforgiving, hiemal, late January air, the snow around you falls as though the clouds had opened up right down the middle and are dropping its contents all at once—you shiver. Katsuki's dorm is a short walk away from yours, so you forego the jacket and sprint towards the dormitory that's five buildings away from your own. When you enter, your cheeks begin to burn at the sudden change in climate.

The common area ahead of you is lively with the students of class 1-A, and whatever it is that they're partaking in, Katsuki isn't there. It's enrapturing enough to keep them from noticing your presence as you slip past them toward the stairs. Your hair is damp with melted snow by the time you reach the fourth floor.

Your fist raps against Katsuki's door three times.

"Fuck off," he calls out from within his room, voice terse and muffled by the door. You knock again.

"Oi, Shitty-Hair, didn't I fucking tell you to leave me the hell—" the look of confusion on his face as he tears open the door is potent, and you know that you're the last person he's expecting to see.

"Hi..." you start, and your feet shuffle in anticipation, "I thought it would be good if we finally talked..."

Katsuki doesn't hesitate to move off to the side and usher you in. Your back is still towards him when the door shuts, and you feel a hand gently entwining itself between the clumpy strands of your wet hair.

"Did you really come all the way over here like this? The day you get me sick is the day I kick your ass, moron." There is no malice to his words, and you chortle halfheartedly.

"Sorry," you mutter.

Katsuki's fingers leave your hair, and he drags his feet along the floor as he approaches his closet. He searches for several moments, only to pull out a ribbed, white bath towel.

"Don't be sorry, just sit."

You perch yourself against the edge of his bed, and Katsuki moves to stand before you, towel poised above your head. His hands are rough as they blot and tousle your hair. As his cloth-covered fingers traverse through your hair, you begin to fill with guilt; even now, while he's still upset with you, he Katsuki still cares for you. You want to show him that you care for him, too. You want to make him feel a bit of joy before you burden him this evening.

When Katsuki begins to move the towel lower to dry the hair near the base of your neck, you peek your head from under the cloth to face him. You hold your gaze with him for a moment, and you watch as his expression softens, though his eyes are still muddled with a sadness that makes your heart twist.

You move half-minded as you grasp his shirt between your fingers and pull gently, bringing Katsuki's forehead to rest against your own. His nose brushes up against the gelid skin of your cheeks. As you lean closer, Katsuki's breath brushes over your bottom lip, and you move a hand to rest upon his face, thumb pressing softly into his cheek. You hesitantly plant a faint kiss against his lips before pulling away, the distance between you only a hairs-width. You wait nervously for a reaction from your soulmate, and you never receive one—Katsuki only moves to caress your lips with his own again.

As you hold each other in your intimate embrace, it's almost impossible to pull away. The kiss is like bittersweet dark chocolate—Katsuki's taste is the saccharin, sugary bits, and yours is the acrid cocoa parts. Heat sits high on your cheeks as the kiss descends into territory the two of you have never explored, bringing you both down with it.

In a way that's just like him, Katsuki delves your embrace into something deeper, more raw and aggressive. You're content to let him as your hand grasping his face moves to intertwine with the baby wisps of hair at the base of his neck, and the other splays against his chest. Katsuki's own hands move to place his hands firmly onto your cheeks, pulling you impossibly closer to him, dropping the now damp towel behind you in the process.

When Katsuki parts from you, he rests against your forehead again, his breath laboured and fanning across your cheeks.

"I want to be more than just a friend to you," Katsuki's voice is quiet and strained, no louder than a choked up murmur. When your body stiffens, and your hand loosens from its place in his hair, Katsuki pulls away, eyes opening to bore into your own—his cheeks are rosy and his lips swollen, but his eyes are despondent, "I've always wanted to be more to you, but you've never wanted to hear that, have you?"

Your arms drop from around him as his own do the same. Katsuki takes a step back from you, arms crossing in front of his chest. You pull at your fingers that suddenly now feel subnivean. You try your best to come up with something to say, but nothing substantial comes to you. You find yourself as at a loss for words as the day you met.

"We were only ever supposed to be friends, Katsuki-kun..."

"Bullshit," he scoffs, irritated, "I don't know shit about relationships, but I know that we're not fucking friends, and you know it, too."

When Katsuki heaves a sigh, you can tell that he's starting to give up, and a heavy pit forms in the bottom of your stomach.

"This whole time we've known each other, I've always been the only one trying for us—even when we first met. Now, all I'm asking from you is to try for me, and all you have are fucking excuses."

You know he's right and that what he's saying is fair and makes sense, but there's this irrational part of you that feels like the world is crashing down around you. You feel like you're in quicksand, and you're sinking down into the deepest parts of the earth where you won't ever be found.

"Well, what am I supposed to say, huh? All of this is terrifying, and I have no idea what to do about it!" You're angry now, and you realize that this is the first you've yelled at Katsuki—this is the first you've yelled at anyone.

"Fucking talk to me! That's all I've ever asked you to do!"

"I—" your lip begins to quiver when you find that you're in the same position that you were last night and that you still don't yet know how to overcome your cowardice, "...I can't."

"Then, get out."

Your head snaps up to meet his gaze, and you've never seen Katsuki looks so full of anguish before.

"I just want to be there for you, and no matter what I do, you never open up to me. If you can't trust me, then get out."

The room is silent for a long while, and it only adds to the hurt you feel. Maybe you're selfish for feeling like you've been betrayed but, it doesn't change the way your chest concaves and fills with dread.

You break your gaze from him as you stand, barely brushing past him. The sound the door makes as it shuts behind you serves only to further solidify the end of your relationship.

---

Somewhere, in the farthest parts of your mind, you almost wish you hadn't met Bakugou Katsuki at all.  Here he is, in all his glory, holding up a mirror to you—a mirror you had failed to hold up to yourself. In it is a scared, young child that feels completely alone. She fears her loneliness, yet desires it most. All she wants is for someone to reach out to her and hold her close as her fears dissipate into an abyss. However, she's terrified that one day that those arms will loosen and that she fall freely until she hits the ground where all her ugly emotions lay—the bottom of the abyss is cold and dark and no light shines there.

Instead of letting go of her fears and letting herself be held, all caution thrown to the wind, she learns to keep them at bay and to reject help from those around her. In her mind, she cannot be tossed into the chasm if there are no arms to carry her; in her mind, she cannot reunite with her unsightly feelings if she never lets them go.

And then, the partner to her soul waltzes in, telling her to he can help her run away from the abyss altogether if she's willing to let him; telling her that she doesn't have to tame her hideous emotions, but rather, he can help her make peace with them if she were to let him.

This scares that young child even more—it scares you even more. Bakugou Katsuki, your soulmate, wants only for you to share your burden with him, and you won't let him because you're too scared to hurt yourself even more—or worse, hurt him. Throughout the past several years, you had never learned to let someone in again without feeling like it's going to be the end of the world. You hadn't ever made peace.

That night when you arrive at your dorm room—chilled to the bone, once again—you don't attempt to sleep.  You settle down in front of your bedroom window. In its reflection, a frightened young child stares back at you for the remainder of the night. ---

The first day after your final confrontation, your general studies classes drag by boringly. You know that you should be paying attention, but instead, you stare blankly at your notebook in front of you. Your pencil is poised to make notes across your material, but it never meets the page—it hovers above the paper for the full duration of your morning classes.

When the bell rings for lunch, you shuffle slowly toward the cafeteria, and your eyes unconsciously settle onto the table you know Katsuki sits at. He sits with friends you had heard lots about, but had never met—you normally only come to buy your lunch, leaving right after to head to your workshop for the remainder of the afternoon. There's the usual irate air about him that's always present whenever he's not with you. Even now, while he's in this perpetual waspish state, Katsuki still looks beautiful to you. 

Your heart drums painfully against your ribs, and you turn on your feet, quickly making your way out of the lunch hall.

You have just enough change to buy yourself a bottle of juice from the vending machine that sits just a ways away from your workshop. After making the purchase, you quickly move to lock yourself away in the confines of the room that now holds a plethora of memories; memories of soft, hesitant touches, longing gazes, and warm embraces—memories of you and your soulmate. 

As you twist open the cap of the bottle and sip at the sweet contents inside, you realize that you'd gotten too used to Katsuki being in this room with you—your shoulders slouch a bit forward at the realization that the room around you feels overly spacious and lonely now. A doleful air quick takes hold of the room.

Your work is blowsy that afternoon, and you know that you'll have to do extra work to make up for it tomorrow.  ---

It's by the third day of the week that your peers and teachers begin to notice that there is something different about you, though they cannot pinpoint what. For them, at least, your line in the sand still exists, and they do not dare to cross it. You are still the private girl they've always known you to be, only ever sparing them the polite pleasantries. You avoid their concerned and confused gazes as much as you can.

As you sit in your workshop that evening, you feel like you want to scream—you settle for tightly clenching your fists around the material of the broken support item that lay before you. You're angry—angry at the world for having the bitter season of winter even exist; you're angry at the stupid vending machine for eating your money and leaving you hungry; you're angry at your fingers for not ignoring your dispair, seeing as all the work you do ends up below average; you're angry at your teachers for giving your sloppy work the poor grade that it deserves; you're angry at yourself and the way your cowardice ruined the best part of your day. 

Your cowardice had ruined the part of the day wherein Katsuki finishes with his hero studies and comes to retrieve you from your workshop—he's always chastising you for overworking yourself. Your cowardice had ruined the part of the day wherein Katsuki takes your hand into his own and protects it from the outside air, keeping it warm with the heat of his own palm.

There's a small part of you that wants to be mad at Katsuki for all this—to blame him for even entering your life in the first place.

If he hadn't walked through that door that day, maybe none of this would have happened.

This time, however, you squash that ugly little part of you into oblivion. You know you can't blame Katsuki for shining a bright, luminous light onto the pitch-black traumas of your past.

In the farthest corners of the earth, where directions lose meaning as they cross paths and north meets south, the sun does not shine for half of the year. For almost as long as you can remember, you had hidden away here in this corner where the sun did not shine. Just as you were about to forget what the sun even felt like, it arrives in all its ardent glory. Katsuki is the sun, and he brings to you the warmth you had almost forgotten. Now that you realize this, you miss it more than ever now that it's gone. You want to take it back. ---

It's by the fifth day that you come to terms that you aren't upset with the weather or any machinery or any teacher of yours, but that you are angry at your parents—you're mad at them for leaving you all alone in this world that you know nothing about. You're upset that they wrapped you up in their arms, the whispered promise of their return broken that very same day. They had unintentionally dug the chasm that you fear so greatly. You don't know how you'll forgive them for this, but it's then that you realize that this journey of reconciliation is not one that you need to make with or for Katsuki; it's one that you need to make with your parents for you're own well-being.

That same day, with the help of your aunt, you skip school to visit the grave of your parents. It is there that you thank her for trying so hard to raise you during the most difficult time of your life while she was also trying to deal with the death of her dearest sibling. Her tears run as freely as your own do when you embrace her for the first time since meeting her. She holds your hand in a bittersweet quiet as you try to traverse the surge of emotions you're feeling.

When it's time to leave and you've entered her car to make the trip back home, you begin to cry more than you ever have—even though you're still angry with them, you still want your parents to hold you in their arms and tell you that everything's okay. You want to bring them back, and you don't know how to deal with the fact that you can do no such thing other than to cry like a lost child. You whimper and whine as the tears cascade down your cheeks, desperately begging for some deity somewhere to give you your mom back; desperately begging for some deity somewhere to give you your dad back.

Your aunt uses her fingers to dutifully wipe away at your tears, and you find that you're no longer afraid to lean into her touch.

You sleep at her home that night, and you let her tuck you into your childhood bed. She bids you goodnight, and you sleep deeply for the first time in the past several weeks.

When you awaken, it's not to the honey-heavy dew of slumber that you'd wanted, but to grief and mourning—this time, you're not afraid to let yourself experience it wholly, and you're content to let your aunt dote on you during this. You're disconsolate, but it doesn't stop her from trying and you're grateful nonetheless. You spend the day between fits of tears and more sleep.

You're still sad when you finally make your return to U.A., but you find that you don't fear this sadness or wish for it to disappear. You know that you'll have to carry this weight with you for the rest of your life, but shouldering it will eventually get easier. On the days that you feel weak, you know you can rely on the people who care for you most—you know in your heart that Katsuki is still among those people, even if your last meeting with him had made you think otherwise.

He's your soulmate, after all.

You take the time to redo all the crudely finished projects you had throughout the week. It's a few minutes past midnight when you finish, and you're proud of your work. You hurry to bed, intent to have to tomorrow come as fast as possible.  ---

Katsuki still finds himself getting lost in the gargantuan building that is U.A., but you know it like the back of your hand—you also know that Katsuki takes the same route every day to keep his head on straight. You wait for him this morning at the landing of the same staircase he uses to get to his class. 

As a familiar stomping reaches your ears, you don't find yourself getting nervous or pulling at your fingers. When Katsuki's gaze falls upon your own, and he stops in his tracks, your heart remains steadfast in its beat, never losing control. When he approaches you, expression guarded, you don't feel intimidated, and for the first time, you find that all the words you need spill from your lips.

"I went to visit my parents a few days ago," you begin, and even though you start feeling heartsore, your heart still beats with courage, and your voice does not quiver, "I cried like crazy, and I'm pretty sure I gained a couple pounds from how much food my aunt stuffed me with, even when I told her I wasn't hungry."

You laugh airily for a moment, then let a beat of silence pass before beginning again.

"For a long time, I thought you were being pushy and annoying for trying so hard to get me to talk about stuff that made me feel all the feelings I was trying to avoid. And when we had our had our fight, I thought I could make it up to you by giving you what you wanted, which I thought was an explanation. At some point, I figured out that all you wanted was to help me feel better."

At the next breath you take, your voice begins to shake as you feel yourself finally undulating off the burden of keeping your feelings hidden away.

"And all this time, I've been so scared to tell you any of this is and so scared of loving you the way I know you deserve is because you're well on your way to becoming a great Pro-Hero, just like my parents were. Their jobs killed them, and I'm so fucking scared that it might kill you, too, because I don't ever want to lose you. You mean too much to me."

Katsuki doesn't speak for a few moments, but he eventually lifts his hand to place it on top of your head. He pulls your face into his chest, and you readily wrap your arms around his torso.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that Ground Zero never fucking loses," he questions you and your laugh is filled with mirth, and you shake your head at the response. Katsuki's hand atop your head moves so that his arm is cradling your shoulders, the other arm moving to wrap around your waist. "I'm not going anywhere, dumbass. I'm always gonna be right here for you."

You lift your head from Katsuki's chest and gaze fondly into his eyes, "I'm nowhere near alright yet, so I'm gonna need you to hold my hand when I cry, okay?" He nods, a smile pulling at his lips. Your eyes fall down to his smile, and you're filled with the urge to press your lips against his own—properly this time, no lies or secrets trying to hide in it.

"Oi," your eyes drift back up to meet Katsuki's own at his call for your attention, and there's a familiar gentleness to them, "I love you, idiot. I always have."

Before you can respond, Katsuki slants his lips against your own. The kiss is soft and decadent and miles different than the one you'd first shared. There's a romance to it that is honeysuckle and sweet, and it leaves your cheeks torrid. In the most gentle and agonizing way possible, you know that you've fallen in love with Katsuki as well. As gentle as the soft caress of his hand against the small of your back and as gentle as the press of his lips intertwining with your own. When you finally pull away from each other, you shudder at the lingering sweetness of it.

You stare fondly up at Katsuki, and he returns your gaze.

"I'm your girlfriend, so I need you to take care of me now, Katsu. Please cherish me."

"Don't worry," he starts and his expression is smug, "You can punch me in the dick if I don't."

[dalgikiss]

Lonely Hearts Club // k. bakugou

index

II; a proposition

“Is this a joke or something? Because let me tell you, it’s a horrible one and you should definitely go on Reddit or something and find a better pran-”

“Can you just- you spend your time on Reddit? What the fuck?” Bakugou clamps his hand over your mouth, eyes narrowed. You shrug your shoulders in response, boredom takes me all over the internet, and he sighs before removing his hand from your mouth. 

“I don’t actually mean becoming my girlfriend girlfriend, I just-” He gestures vaguely in the air, “I don’t know how else to get Kirishima back and I figured if I pretend to have moved on, he’ll get jealous and come back to me?”

His voice trails off as he finishes the end of the sentence and you’re left staring at him incredulously. You briefly wonder if you’re in a badly written fanfiction and silently pray that the author doesn’t make you do anything stupid. 

You sigh, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “I genuinely can’t tell if you’re stupid or not but-” 

He opens his mouth to retort but you reach over to snatch back your food, “- you seem really desperate to get him back so sure, why not” 

Bakugou looks at you with relief clear on his face and you poke away at your rapidly cooling bowl of rice, suddenly feeling very small under his gaze. You clear your throat, eagerly looking for a way to clear the weird tension that hung in the air between the two of you, the one that silently begged the question, what now? 

“So uh… what do you want now?” You ask, “Do we need to set up some ground rules or something? Because I have a good one- keep your hands away from my ass”

Bakugou wonders if he chose the right person to come to for help. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He spits out and you stifle your smile at his bewildered expression. “As if I’d ever put my hands on your flat ass, you shitty ass girl”

You feign a hurt expression but pay his insults no mind, relieved that the tension between the two of you had dissipated into something a little more bearable. “It’s just a joke” You giggle at the way his cheeks flush at your comments, “But seriously, do we need to make a list of don’ts?”

“Uh,” Bakugou rakes his eyes over your finger quickly and you raise an eyebrow expectantly. “I dunno, no sexual stuff is good for me”

You nod your head, agreeing with him. “I am down with that”

“Is it okay if we kiss and stuff?” You ask and immediately shoot your chair back away from him just in case he decided to let out an explosion, “I’m only asking, just in case we ever have to actually do it”

Bakugou snorts at your overreaction before nodding and you sigh in relief, taking your place back at the table. 

“Cool, LOL”

“Did you just fucking say ‘LOL’ out loud?”

“Yeah, bad habit”

He rolls his eyes at you but the smile that stretches across his face makes your heart warm. 

Huh, he looks kinda nice when he smiles like that

x.

You wake up to the sound of someone knocking rapidly at your door, jolting out of your bed at the rapid staccato. 

“What’s the fire?” You mumble sleepily as you open the door, eyes squinting when the bright hallway light streams into your darkened room.

“What the fuck is ‘what’s the fire’ supposed to mean, dumbass. It’s ‘where’s the fire’. Get it right”

You blearily open your eyes at the sound of the gruff voice in front of you. Bakugou stands in front of you, towering over you with his full height and hands shoved in his pocket with an eyebrow raised at your bedhead. 

“Bakugou?”

“No shit”

“Why the fuck are you in my room at 8 am on a Saturday?” You whine, opening the door wider for him to step inside. You step away from the door to lead the way, just in time to avoid seeing Kirishima when he steps out of his own room. 

Bakugou hesitates, one foot out the door, vermillion eyes meeting his ruby ones and he stiffens. You look back at his frozen figure in your doorway, cocking your head to the side. “Bakugou? Are you coming in?”

Bakugou grips the handle of your doorknob tighter than he should as you wait for him patiently. 

A minute passes and Bakugou exhales slowly. 

You wait for him, disappearing for a few moments only to return with a toothbrush in your mouth. “Bakugou?”

He looks away before taking the final step into your room. You pretend not to see the pained look on his face. 

The door closes with a soft ‘click’ behind him. You pull open the curtains framing your window, letting sunshine into your room before spitting the toothpaste out into the bathroom sink, “So? Are you gonna tell me why you’re here?”

Bakugou scrutinizes the photos that you’ve hung up in your room, each photo unique in their own right- there’s one with you and Todoroki (stupid half-and-half bastard, he thinks to himself) on the beach sharing an ice cream cone- bright eyes and sugar dotting your lips, one of you and Midoriya (fucking Deku) with remnants of a cake smashed into each other’s faces, you were even able to get a photo with Iida (Glasses looks fucking constipated) smiling happily as you held up your test paper to the camera, a bold 100 on the page. 

“Bakugou?” you emerge from the bathroom with a freshly washed face, “Why are you ignoring me so much today? You’re the one who came to me” 

He jabs at a photo of you and Kaminari grinning wildly, holding up fistfuls of sparklers in each hand, “How the fuck do you know Dunce Face?”

You walk closer to him, resting your chin on his shoulder and he breathes in the smell of your green apple shampoo from the crown of your hair. “We’re in the same class, how would I have not known him?”

You roll your eyes at his dumb question as you look over your closet for something to wear, “But then again, I’m pretty sure you didn’t notice I was in your class either until that night”

Bakugou twists his lips shut at your words and you look up from where you were busy staring at your dresser. “You’re not disagreeing” you grin, closing your bottom dresser shelf with clothes in hand, “Guess I win this round”

You disappear into the bathroom to change and Bakugou is left staring at the rest of the photos you have taped onto the wall. 

x.

The street market is packed, even at 10 AM on a Saturday morning. You follow Bakugou blindly, barely able to keep up with his swift strides as he weaves in between the crowds. You let out a sigh of frustration when you lose track of him again. 

You wrinkle your nose as you twist your head left and right, hopelessly looking for Bakugou to show up. The crowds of people push past you, grandmothers, and grandfathers strolling down the road as they pointed out various things that interest them and parents doing their weekend grocery shopping. 

You look down in apprehension when you feel someone tugging on the bottom of your shirt- what if it’s a giant bug? 

“I can’t find my mommy” Large, round eyes stare up at you and the little boy sniffs pitifully “I can’t find my mommy” He repeats and you bend down, gently replacing the grip he has on your shirt with your hand. 

Sticky.

“Do you want my help finding her?” 

He nods quietly and you tilt your head to the side, gently wiping the tears away from his face with your thumb. “Sure baby, let’s go find her together okay?” 

He leads the way with your hand in his, you swinging your clasped hands high up into the air and the sound of his sniffles are replaced with his breathless laughter. You make him hop side to side, tell him to avoid the cracks on the road all while pretending to push him into them and his chubby cheeks are a rosy pink. 

Before you can walk any further, he stops in his tracks and you look at him, surprised

“There’s-” He raises a small finger shakily, “There’s someone scary up there”

You’re on guard the second he says that, pushing him behind you as you turn to face whoever is in front and relax when it’s just Bakugou. 

A very angry Bakugou who’s making his way towards you, forcefully shouldering past the unfortunate souls that happened to be in his way. 

The little boy was right, someone scary was there. 

You let out a nervous laugh before gently coaxing the little boy to come out from behind your legs and before Bakugou can unleash his fury at you, you grip the little boy’s hand in your own and make him rock back and forth on the balls of his heels and you follow suit. 

“Don’t worry baby,” you reassure the little boy like it’s second nature, “The scary guy is someone I know. Even though’s he super ugly- ow!” 

Bakugou shakes his fingers and you scowl, rubbing your forehead angrily. The little boy giggles at your reaction. With a huff, you stick your tongue out before finishing your sentence. 

“The only scary thing about him is how ugly he is- Bakugou! Stop hitting me!” 

The little boy laughs a little harder, a little sweeter and you relax your shoulders. Bakugou’s eyes flit from you to the boy you’re hand in hand with before shaking his head and sighing. “I was wondering where your stupid ass went”

He gasps, chubby fingers pointing accusingly at Bakugou, “He said a bad word!”

“Huh? Listen here you little sh-”

“Satomi!” As though on cue, he whips around, eyes lighting up at the sight of his mother looking for him frantically. “Mommy!” 

Satomi lets go of your hand quickly, stubby legs waddling in his haste to make it back to his mother. The mother is in fitful tears, scolding words that don’t come out as harsh as they should due to her relieved tone and Satomi pats her cheeks with tiny hands as he furiously apologizes for getting lost. 

“The nice girl and her boyfriend helped me find you again!” Satomi exclaims and waves the both of you over eagerly. You stiffen at the mention of Bakugou being your boyfriend before relaxing as Satomi’s mother looks up from where she’s busy fixing his hair. 

Satomi’s mother seems more than grateful, grasping both of your hands in hers as she thanks you profusely for taking care of her son and bowing to Bakugou. 

“Thank you so much! You and your boyfriend are going to be amazing heroes one day, I can just feel it” 

She lets go of your hand with one last bow before securely holding onto Satomi’s hand and Satomi turns around to wave one more time. You blink before telling her it’s no problem at all! As you try to keep your face neutral at the idea of Bakugou as your boyfriend because it’s complicated.

Bakugou stays quiet throughout all of this, only choosing to speak when they have walked far away, a small speck in the distance. 

“I didn’t know you were good with kids” He admits and you give Satomi one last wave before responding. “You don’t know a lot about me, we barely know each other”

Bakugou huffs, pointedly looking away from you. “I know. It’s why I wanted to go out with you” You look up from where you had been admiring the omamori keychains at a sweet old man’s booth in surprise, charms for luck and fulfillment dangling off of your fingers still. 

Your lips curl into a grin, “Awh, you wanted to get to know me?”

He scowls, replacing the luck charm with one that says traffic safety. “Well how the fuck am I supposed to say you’re my girlfriend if I barely know you? And that fucking scared ass look you had on your face when that little kid called me your boyfriend? How the hell is anyone gonna believe we’re dating if you look like that”

Okay, rude. 

You huff, “Gee, sorry. It’s a bit jarring to hear someone call you my boyfriend when this is the most we’ve ever spoken to each other”

Bakugou rolls his eyes at you before gesturing for you to take a look at the omamori’s you had been holding. “Dumbass, I know. It’s why I wanted to be here with you”

You probably shouldn’t feel so giddy at the idea of spending time with Bakugou, heart leaping in your chest. Without another word, you look down at the red and white charms dangling off your fingers. 

“Hey, why’d you want a ‘traffic safety’ charm anyways? Can you drive?”

“That’s for you cause you keep fucking getting lost”

“Wha- Hey!”

[kurogiriis]

hey can i make make request of bakugo getting hit by a qurik that turns him into a girl for some reason and how the bakusquad would to this.

A/N: the bakusquad has such chaotic energy istg – I ALMOST made this into a kiribaku thing but didn’t turns out I do have self-control huh 

Bakugou Turns Into a Girl

💥 Bakugou woke up feeling weird. 

💥 He didn’t think too much of it anyway, the previous day had been draining. It was one of his internship days and they were on night patrol which ruined his schedule. 

💥 Bakugou was a morning person. He liked training before the sun came up which meant waking up at 5. To make sure he had enough energy for the day, he slept really early, so he thought his lack of sleep was the cause of his weirdness. 

💥 However, everything changed when he looked down and noticed how his body looked. 

💥 His muscles were mostly gone, being replaced by softer features and he couldn’t see his lower body anymore, being blocked by his chest. ]

💥 He went over to his bathroom mirror and stared in shock. 

💥 That guy’s fucking quirk. 

💥 Back when they were patrolling, Best Jeanist and he arrested a seemingly quirk less guy robbing a bank. 

💥 I guess he did have a quirk after all. 

💥 He couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. It looked like a younger, less annoying, brunette version of his mother. 

💥 With a sigh, he put on his training gear and went for a run, quickly regretting it as running and jumping became excruciatingly painful without a sports bra. 

💥 Although he knew he would regret it later, he knocked on Mina’s door. 

💥 “Open up Raccoon eyes, I need your help.” 

💥 “Huh? Bakugou?” 

💥 Mina didn’t recognize his voice but opened up anyway. 

💥 When she saw him, she went into a laughing fit, unable to believe that the person in front of her was her classmate. She let him in and let him borrow some of her clothes, suggesting he wore the girl’s uniform today instead. 

💥 He didn’t accept it, saying that he wouldn’t wear a skirt even if his life depended on it. 

💥 The rest of the bakusquad found out during homeroom. 

💥 Mina decided to keep Bakugou’s new appearance to herself, just to see how others would react. 

💥 Kaminari and Sero were the first ones to notice Bakugou’s appearance change. However, they thought it was a new girl enrolling into the hero course. 

💥 “Hey! What’s your name?” Kaminari asked, approaching the new girl. 

💥 “You already know it, dunce face.” 

💥 His voice was high and would’ve been almost unrecognizable except for his nicknames. 

💥 “Bakugou?” Sero looked perplexed, this couldn’t be him, right?

💥 Bakugou ignored his question and sat on his desk. 

💥 As he opened his notebook, Kirishima approached him with a questioning expression. 

💥 “Bakugou, is it really you?” 

💥 “What do you want, shitty hair?” 

💥 “Bakubro! How did you get turned into a girl?!” he asked, bewildered. 

💥 Bakugou explained the situation to his friends and they were all laughing. Once class was done, he went over Recovery Girl’s office who told him the effect of the quirk would last for a few days. 

💥 In the meantime, his hangouts with his friends revolved around the fact that he was now stuck in the female version of his body. 

💥 Although he constantly complained about his friends’ annoying inquiries, he was having genuine fun answering them and was secretly glad he could destress about the whole situation with them.

[simplybakugou]

lemme get uhhhhh literally anything fucking villain bakugou please; it can be smutty, fluffy, depressing, I don't even care just give me some villain bakugou juice p l e a s e

⋆ PAIRING: villain!bakugou x female!reader ⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: swearing ⋆ WORD COUNT: 2355

A/N: This is for you, my villain!bakugou loving boo. :) Also I decided to make this a song fic because I can’t think of any content on my own lol. It’s a Korean song by BLACKPINK called Kill This Love and here’s the link to the song. SONG (if you want the English translation to the lyrics, they’re available on the video). I wrote this in August but had a brain fart and I finally got back to it in my drafts I’m so sorry this took so long.

✐posted 01.28.2020✐

❝After a sweet “hi”, there’s always a bitter “bye”

After every crazy high, there’s a price you have to pay

There’s no answer to this test, I’ll always fall for it yes

I’m a slave to my emotions, screw this heartless love❞

Why did it have to be him? Out of all the men out there, you had to fall for the one man that was off limits, the one that caused the most trouble. May be it’s because he was forbidden that it made you draw towards him even more.

However, had you had known what you were getting yourself into, you would have gotten as far away from the destruction he brought as fast as you could.

It started with one mission, that faithful mission that brought so much more turmoil than anything else could ever bring in your life. You pleaded to your superior to let you go, wanting to prove to her how strong you really were.

“We have to be on guard, alright, Y/N?” your superior instructed, looking around her surroundings. “Ground Zero is supposed to be here, and if we get him behind bars, imagine how much credit snd recognition we’ll get for our unit!”

With the thought of wanting more recognition, your unit moved forward through the city in the middle of the night, keeping an eye out for any villainy. You could feel your hands shaking as the anxiety kept creeping up on you. The eeriness in the air did not help the situation either.

A gust of wind sent a few strands of your hair flying and you jumped at the feeling. You tapped on one of your partners’ shoulders, “Did you feel that?”

Before he could respond, an explosion erupted right in front of your group, sending everyone flying in different directions. You groaned at the impact of your back hitting the many brick walls in the area, struggling to get on your feet.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” A crisp voice whispered to you. You flinched, gasping loudly at the sight before you. A warm hand clamped over your mouth to stop you from screaming.

“One word out of that pretty little mouth and you’re fucking dead. Understand?” Bakugou threatened. He smirked as he looked down at your quivering figure. “You’re coming with me.”

❝What should I do? I can’t stand myself being so weak

While I force myself to cover my eyes, I need to bring an end to this love

Let’s kill this love!❞

Looking back at everything, you wished you could just smack yourself for ever believing you could get in a healthy relationship with a villain. You were an aspiring hero, although one that wasn’t the best, you wanted to help people. Bakugou was the exact opposite. He didn’t mind hurting people if it meant getting what he wanted.

You had fallen so deeply in love with him that day he kidnapped you. Maybe it was Stockholm syndrome or maybe it was plain insanity.

“You can’t keep doing this Katsuki!” You had pulled him to the side in the midst of his joining in with the other villains to attack Hosu City. The only reason why he wanted to attack the city was because Midoriya had put a stop to his previous plans and the only way Bakugou knew how to get back at him was through violence.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I didn’t bring you here to fucking nag me all day. I want you to get used to this shit so it gets easier when we plan attacks in the future.”

“I never agreed to hurting innocent people just so you can prove a point!” You sighed as you could see Bakugou blatantly ignore you. “Do you really find enjoyment in hurting people?”

“Yes.” You sucked in a breath sharply at his bluntness. “What did you fucking expect? I’m not a hero, Y/N, I’m a villain. I don’t work for the side that wastes their lives for people they don’t even know.”

You wanted to say something, but you bit your lip to hold your tongue.

Bakugou let out a humorless chuckle. “Just look at All Might. He’s the textbook definition of wasted potential. That dumbass threw his own life on the line for some pieces of shits he doesn’t even know and now he can’t even use his quirk because of it.”

“You’re wrong, Katsuki. Heroes help those who can’t help themselves. They empathize with those in pain and want to help alleviate that pain.”

Bakugou smirked. “Then why are you with me? Why’re you on the side that hurts those ‘poor’ people?”

“Because I don’t think you have to do this! I know you’re a good person deep down and I don’t want you hurting other people!” You clasped your hands together, pleading for your cruel boyfriend to understand.

Bakugou closed the gap between the two of you, taking a few steps forward. He raised his hand, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes. “Watch. Me.”

And with a blink of an eye you watched in horror, your hands covering your mouth as the man you thought you loved, the man you believed had at least a sliver of goodness in him, attacked innocent bystanders. And the worst part? He was doing all of this to show how cruel he can truly be.

You shuddered as a thought came to mind, one that you have been contemplating but had never processed it.

Maybe… it was time to put an end to all of this.

It was time to turn Bakugou Katsuki in.

❝Feelin’ like a sinner, it’s so fire with him.

I go boo, hoo

He said “you look crazy,” thank you baby, I owe it all to you

Got me all messed up, his love is my favorite

But you plus me, sadly can be dangerous❞

The bar was more loud and raucous than most nights after a bunch of villains attack people for absolutely no reason but for pure pleasure. Your head was buried in your hands, two empty glasses in front of you as you attempted to drown your sorrows and turmoil in drunkenness as a way of sorting through your thoughts.

You knew turning Bakugou in was the only thing that could put a stop to all of this. But you couldn’t ignore how much you cared for him as a person.

“Katsuki?” You called out, walking down the stairs as you looked for your boyfriend. You heard the door close earlier, signaling that he had to be inside your house somewhere. As you entered your living room, he was sitting on your sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table as he seemed to be in deep thought. You walked over and sat beside him. “Everything okay?”

Bakugou snapped out of his trance, his crimson eyes staring deeply into your own. “I think I’m dying.”

Your eyes widened in confusion. “What?”

Before you could question Bakugou even more, he took your hand in his and brought it to his chest. You felt his heart beating fast under your touch.

“It only happens when I’m with you,” Bakugou muttered. He looked back up at you. “What does this mean?”

You couldn’t help but break out into a wide smile. “You’re not dying, Katsuki.”

“Then what is this I feel like my heart’s gonna jump out of my fucking chest.” His brows were knit together as he was genuinely concerned.

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his torso and placing your head against his chest. His heart continued to beat rapidly under your touch.

❝Lucky me, lucky you after all, in the end we lie

So what? So what?

If I end up forgetting you

So sorry, I’m not sorry

What should I do? I can’t stand myself being so weak

While I force myself to hide my tears, I need to bring an end to this love

Let’s kill this love!❞

Your legs started shaking rapidly as the anxiety and the severity of your actions set in. Your fingernails were already practically nubs due to you biting at them in order calm down but to no avail.

Your doorbell finally rang and you sprung up, practically jumping at the door. Gamma, one of the only true friends that you made out of the rest of the villains in Bakugou’s friend group, seemed flabbergasted by your bewildered expression.

“Are you okay? I got your text,” she asked as you closed the door behind her.

You led Gamma to your sofa, holding her hands in yours as you took a deep breath in. “You know that out of everyone here, I trust you with my life, right?”

“Yeah.” Gamma was confused.

“And I need you to promise me that whatever I tell you stays between us. You can’t tell anyone. Not even Katsuki, even if he’s your boss.”

Gamma held your hands tighter, giving you a small smile. “You’re the first friend I made here, regardless of the fact that I’ve been here far longer than you have. You’re my best friend. And I’d do anything for you.”

You smiled back hesitantly and sighed once more. “I’m going to turn Katsuki and myself in.”

Gamma’s eyes widened, parting her lips to say something before closing them. “Are you sure about this, Y/N? Like one-hundred percent sure.”

You nodded. “In the beginning I thought I could look past all the things he’s done, but I don’t think I can handle it anymore. Gamma, hundreds of people have been hurt and lost their lives just because Katsuki was bored sitting at home or wanted to teach his enemies a lesson. I’ve tried to reason with him because I’ve always believed that deep down he didn’t want to actually hurt anyone, but nothing’s working. I can’t keep living like this.”

Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears at this point. Gamma brought her thumb up and wiped away your tears, embracing you in an effort to comfort you. “I know how much you care and love Ground Zero. Even if he’s my boss, out of everyone here, you come before anything and if this is what you feel is right, then I think you should do it.”

“Thanks, Gamma.”

“Of course.” Gamma pulled away. “Did you think about how you’re going to turn yourselves in? He’s not really just going to waltz into the police station and let you do it.”

You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time. “I’m not really sure. I was initially going to go myself but that really won’t do much. Do you have any ideas?”

Gamma pursed her lips as she thought about it for a second before snapping her fingers. “Why not send a letter?”

“A letter?”

“Yeah, it’s more risky if you send anything digitally but letters are practically outdated so it would be less likely for you to get caught before executing this plan.”

You nodded, a small smiling breaking to your lips. “Thank you for everything, Gamma.”

“I’d do anything for you, Y/N.”

❝We must kill this love

Yeah, it’s sad but true

Gotta kill this love…

You looked around the secluded location, a gust of wind sending your hair back. You looked down at the response letter that was sent back to a week after you sent your own letter, confirming the location. Oddly enough it was the same location that you and your team had gone to in order to catch Bakugou only for you to be sucked into this mess. The police had written back for you to meet here to ultimately work with them to get Bakugou before turning yourself in.

You were shivering in the cold, having waited at least fifteen minutes for anyone to show up.

Before you could even think of anything else, a figure stood before you at the end of the secluded alleyway. There was only one streetlight and the person was barely visible to you and you were probably barely visible to them as well.

“Excuse me, I’m Y/N. I sent you the letter about Katsu– I mean Ground Zero,” you called out to the end of alleyway. “As I said in the letter, I want to turn the two of us in.”

The figure walked towards you, proceeding slowly until their face could be visible under the light. You gasped inwardly at the sight.

“You know, out of all the fucking people who could have betrayed me in this damn world, you were the last on that list, Y/N.” Bakugou stood under the light, his angry expression as clear as day.

“Katsuki…” You were speechless. You didn’t know what to say.

“I’ll give you a chance to explain yourself.”

You felt a bead of sweat form on your forehead and the back of your neck. Your lips quivered in fear before you could speak. “I’ve told you so many times that the way you hurt and kill innocent people hurts me to just watch. I can’t continue to be a bystander to all of this.”

Bakugou continued to proceed towards you until your back hit the wall and there was barely five inches of space in between the two of you.

“Katsuki.” You looked at him straight in the eyes. He held so much anger in his expression but you could also see how your actions hurt him. “I know you. I know that villainy isn’t what you wanted in the beginning. I know that deep down, you don’t want to hurt all those people. This is our way of making it right so please come with me.”

Bakugou sighed, raising his arms. You winced, expecting him to lash out at you. Instead you were surprised as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around you. “I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world. You’re the only one who stood by me in everything and you’ve always wanted the best for me. Those other fuckers were and have been using me to their own advantage but you did everything in your power to make sure I was okay and my needs were met.”

You wrapped your own arms around his torso, pressing your cheek against his chest. “I’ve always wanted the best for you.”

“That’s why it hurts me to do this.”

“To do wha–”

You felt the air get knocked straight out of your chest. You looked down, nearly falling over at the sight of the dagger jabbed straight into your abdomen.

Bakugou pulled away, watching as you fell to the floor, grabbing at your stomach as the pain continue to intensify. He caressed your hair as you looked up at him in absolute horror. “But, you’re not the first person to try and do this. So many of you naive little girls think you can just change a person through your feelings and your stupid fucking emotions. I’m a villain, Y/N. There’s nothing that you can change about that.”

He got up and started to walk away. You got on your forearms, slowly trying to crawl your way towards him. He stopped walking, looking back at you once more. “I really did love you, Y/N. And I wanted you to be different. But you’ve disappointed me.”

… Before it kills you too.❞

[todobaku-shoukat]

The Heir that was Switched at Birth (12/?)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18906280/chapters/46104646

Bakugou is irritated. It is a two-hour flight, but Bakugou feels like it may as well have been twenty hours. Because fucking Shiori has been talking nonstop. However, it appears as if Bakugou is the only one irritated. Todoroki is definitely annoyed as well, but his face always remained stoic, making his annoyance unapparent. For Sugaru, since it is not yet time to break off pretences, he also has to hide his irritation. As for the other crew members, they are practically enamoured by Shiroi’s façade. To everyone else who did not know him, Shiroi is a social butterfly, cute, easy to talk to, humorous, humble, sweet, a breath of fresh air in this polluted environment. Basically, they can use anything positive to describe Shiroi. Because to them, Shiroi is like a breath of fresh air in this polluted environment. They know from experience that those in the entertainment industry, those born to extremely wealthy families, and those wealthy businessmen, not many are clean and pure as you have to learn to be some level of malicious and cruel to survive. Hence, they do not think that Shiroi is merely acting.

 For Bakugou, Todoroki and Sugaru who did know Shiroi, they only felt disgusted. Bakugou’s not known for his tolerance towards people he didn’t like. However, because they are in public, Bakugou cannot do anything about Shiroi, like punch that disgustingly fake smile off the face that bared such uncanny resemblance to his own. While there shouldn’t be any cameras currently rolling, one can never be so sure. Furthermore, any random person may happen to see this and spread it through word-of-mouth. It would be extremely messy, given his complicated relationship with Shiroi and his past scandals related to this. Hence, Bakugou has no other choice but to grind his teeth down into a grim smile.

 Todoroki, who is seating beside Bakugou, notices his discomfort. Unabashed, Todoroki grabs Bakugou’s hand, using his thumb to rub soothing circles into the latter’s skin. This always seemed to calm Bakugou down, the blonde returning Todoroki’s grip.

 “Ah! Is Mr Bakugou and Mr Todoroki…” Sakura says excitedly, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at Bakugou and Todoroki’s open actions.

 “Yes,” Todoroki says proudly, a smile finally appearing on his face. “We’re engaged. But it’s still a secret so I hope you all do not share this information.”

 Still haven’t agreed, Bakugou thinks in his head but does not deny. After all, they have both previously agreed that it is best to admit to the crew that they are in a relationship so that other people, cough Shiroi cough, would know not to try approaching Todoroki. This is especially since there are going to be pairing arrangements for later activities. For the sake of the protagonists, the story was set in a world where gay marriage was never illegal. Hence, Todoroki’s announcement is met with heartfelt congratulations and vehement promises to not spread the information. Of course, nobody but Sugaru sees Shiroi clenching his fist at that, the former laughing to himself over the latter’s shameless sense of superiority. How did Shiroi ever think that he can defeat Bakugou, Sugaru did not know. He can only guess that the youth is delusional.

 “Sigh… All the good men are all taken by other good men.” Yumi jokes, sighing dramatically. “Tell me, Shiroi and Sugaru. Y’all are still single, right?”

 “Hey! What about me and Hiro?” Jun protests with mock anger.

 “Hahaha! Hiro’s too young. Besides, I do not want to be killed by his fans!” Yumi laughs. “As for you, Jun, you’re my best bro!”

 “Gasp! Have I been bro-zoned?” Jun replies fist clenched over his heart with mock disappointment.

 “There there, Jun. There are other fishes in the ocean. Now let’s not digress from the question at hand. Shiroi! Sugaru! What’s your answer?”

 “I’m still single,” Shiroi replies, face flushed.

 “Aww… Are you shy?” Yumi jokes, thinking that Shiroi is a young and pure boy who has never been in a relationship.

 According to the original story, after story Bakugou dies, Sugaru and Shiroi were meant to publicise their relationship. However, thanks to the butterfly effects of Bakugou surviving, they ended up keeping their relationship in the dark. To the public, they are still one of the most attractive bachelors in the country. Hence, they do not deny being single. After all, Shiroi still had plans of seducing Todoroki while Sugaru is planning to break this relationship sometime soon.

 --

 After the conversation about their relationship status, there is a clear change in the other celebrities’ attitude, particularly Yumi and Hiro. Although they already treated Sugaru and Shiroi nicely, it is clear that they are trying their best to please the two, probably hoping to get either one of them to be their sugar daddy or something. In the entertainment industry, such relationships were unspoken rules. If you didn’t have a strong family background, get recruited into a strong and good entertainment company or have an “investor” (read: sugar daddy) behind you, it is extremely difficult to succeed in the industry. Everyone was a competitor, fighting for the same roles or jobs. If you offended anyone or if you blocked someone else’s path to success because of your similar public image, you may easily be suppressed. Rumours of things you did not do can spread like wildfire and the next thing you know, the public only remembers your scandals, sending hate comments and shouting for you to leave the entertainment industry. Bakugou understood this. After all, he is both a celebrity and the owner of an entertainment company. Hence, he is not surprised that the other celebrities (Yumi and Hiro, specifically) on this reality show would try to get Sugaru and Shiroi to be their sugar daddy. At least they were tactful enough to know not to try to get between him and Todoroki. As for Jun and Sakura, they have worked in the industry long enough to have enough popularity and social standing.

 Nonetheless, Bakugou still thinks that they are all stupid. If he had known how dumb these dipshits were, he wouldn’t have chosen to have them participate in the show just because of their popularity and public image. It isn’t about their enthusiasm towards Shiroi and Sugaru, but rather the way they are secretly against him. Bakugou knows it is because they are jealous, thinking that he got his popularity due to his family background before, and now because of his relationship with Todoroki. They think that he has it easy, not having to betray himself to survive in the jungle that is the entertainment industry. Bakugou isn’t new to this because he and Todoroki had to face these type of people in the real world.

 In their real world, many pro-heroes were secretly against Todoroki, thinking that he shot up the pro-hero rankings due to him being the son of Endeavour. At first, many pro-heroes tried sucking up to Todoroki, flattering him and trying to befriend Todoroki. However, Todoroki wasn’t good at this whole “friends” thing. Or well, he wasn’t good at relationships in general. Due to his strict and harsh upbringing, Todoroki never had friends until Midoriya and then the rest of Class A. He always has a poker face on and could be rather oblivious at times, so it took time to understand and befriend him. However, since these pro-heroes were only interested in his family connections and not Todoroki himself, they did not have much patience for Todoroki, automatically taking his stoic and serious face as being stuck-up and arrogant. After that, many pro-heroes began to ostracise Todoroki. Largely in private, of course. But in public, they would phrase words in ways that degraded Todoroki all whilst not showing their intention to do so. Because Bakugou (and the rest of Class A and some other genuinely nice pro-heroes) managed to befriend Todoroki and stick beside him, many of these jealous pro-heroes also started to being against Bakugou too. They all thought that Bakugou was like them, befriending Todoroki only for his family connections. And since Bakugou succeeded while they didn’t, they were jealous and began hating both Bakugou and Todoroki. Hence, Bakugou could tell that these celebrities they are on this trip with also saw him as a “gold-digger” who is only with Todoroki for his money. And it is precisely because people might think of him this way that Bakugou and Todoroki’s relationship is kept a secret. After all, being labelled a “gold-digger” will only hinder his efforts to completely change his public image.

 And the reason why Bakugou thinks that the other celebrities here are idiots is because they should know better. Even though he is no longer the heir of the Bakugou corporation and they do not know that he is actually their boss who employed them for this reality show, they should know not to insult the fiancé of the most powerful man in the country. (Bakugou completely does not care that he has yet to agree). Perhaps, Bakugou thinks, they don’t believe that he and Todoroki will last long. But whatever the reason, Bakugou regrets his life.

 After finally getting off the plane, the cameras started rolling again and Yumi asks Bakugou to help her with her luggage. Bakugou is bewildered by this. And the only reason Yumi can give is that her luggage is too heavy for her and that she cannot ask the rich and powerful CEOs to help her. She also couldn’t ask Hiro to help, or his fans would kill her. As for Jun, since he is the host, he needed his hands free. Hence, Bakugou has no other choice but to agree. Of course, Todoroki volunteers to help him, but Bakugou only waves his hand in rejection. Now that Yumi said that she cannot ask “rich and powerful CEOs” to help her, Bakugou cannot either or haters will grab onto this point and go wild.

 Then, when they went to have lunch at a pitstop, the other stars quickly seated and grabbed the menu. And somehow, they managed to do so such that Bakugou is squeezed off in a corner out of the camera’s view and without a menu. While Todoroki is seated beside him, the menu he has is already shared with someone else, making it impossible for Todoroki to pass the menu to Bakugou. However, this is not a problem because Todoroki knows Bakugou well enough to order for him. Over the past few months, Todoroki slowly began eating outside food during their dates, story Todoroki’s fear of being poisoned slowly fading from this Todoroki. Hence, Todoroki knows what Bakugou prefers when eating outside, resolving whatever problem the other celebrities are trying to create for Bakugou.

 As the host, Jun keeps the conversation going as they waited for their meals. However, he never addresses Bakugou. As celebrities, Sakura, Yumi and Hiro had plenty of experience fighting for screentime, contributing the most to the conversation. They will also encourage Shiroi, Sugaru and Todoroki to talk, smoothly passing on the conversation to the CEOs present so it does not appear as if they were purposefully forgetting Bakugou. After all, as a celebrity himself, everyone expects Bakugou to be able to snatch his own screentime. Bakugou knows that this is their way of suppressing him, thinking that by depriving him of screentime, they were winning somehow. However, Bakugou honestly does not care. The food is surprisingly good for a restaurant at a pitstop, and Bakugou is only thinking if he could replicate the flavour.

[queencamellia]

Entropy Ch. 1 (todomomo)

Ya’ll this ship has taken over my life??? So here, here, take my debut into the fandom/ship. (Is there a todomomo discord server or something??? because I’d like to get into the loop lmao)

Check them out here~

Ao3 Link

FFN Link

Set directly after the cultural festival. Let’s pretend that whatever happens next in the manga happens later, okay? ;)

Cold. It was cold, much too cold. Bitter winter air nipped at her neck as she shivered, trying not to fidget. “Are we done, Papa?” she pleaded, tugging on his sleeve. It was chilly outside, and Momo wanted to go inside. But Momo was a good girl, so she didn’t cry. It was hard to hold in her tears, though, while wearing nothing more than a bathing suit in December. “It’s cold.”

He hardly spared her a glance. “Quit complaining and stop acting so petulantly, Yaomomo. You’re doing this to help others. You want to be a hero, don’t you?”

“But Papa—”

“Concentrate on the formulas, darling,” he chided.

“...please, Papa?”

“Just a few more, Yaomomo. A few more...”

“Yaoyorozu.”

Momo practically fell out of her seat, jerking upwards and letting out a small gasp. She blinked in surprise, taking in her surroundings before realizing that she was in the classroom. She had stayed after class to clean up, but she must have fallen asleep, for the classroom was only dimly illuminated by the dying rays of light that filtered through the window.

How long had I been sleeping for? Moreover...

Pink dusted her cheeks. “M-my apologies, Todoroki-san,” Momo stammered, bowing her head in apology. Self-consciously, she tugged at her ponytail, pursing her lips in annoyance when she realized her disheveled state. “I’m afraid I went to bed rather late last night. Is there something you need?”

The fire and ice user pinned her with a cool stare, tilting his head ever so slightly; she could vaguely detect the concern in his eyes. “Not really,” he answered. His voice, calm and steady, was soothing, in a way. “I was returning from training and saw the lights were still on.”

He didn’t voice his concerns aloud, but Momo read his nonverbal cues well enough. It was a given, considering the months and months she spent sitting alongside her taciturn, laconic seatmate. “I’m fine, Todoroki-san,” she reassured him, flashing him a bright smile. “Really. I was helping Jirou with something and stayed up a little too late.”

That was true: Momo had explained the day’s lesson to Jirou over cups of hot chocolate the night before since Kaminari had distracted the headphones-user during a crucial part of the lecture. They had finally retired to bed around midnight, which was hardly late for Momo, but she was plagued by nightmares (memories) for the rest of a very fitful night.

Todoroki looked somewhat unconvinced, but accepted her appeasement. “Are you heading to the dorms, then?”

“A-ah, I suppose I am.”

“Mm.”

“Why don’t we walk back together?” Momo suggested, giggling nervously to cover up her anxiety. Todoroki was one of the people she admired the most, but it wasn’t just for his looks or his insanely powerful Quirk: it was for his decisiveness, his intelligence, and his kindness, which she had been lucky enough to experience herself. Compared to him, I’m…

A hand reached out and touched her shoulder. Momo nearly jumped out of her skin. “T-Todoroki-san?”

“Stop thinking, Yaoyorozu,” he ordered.

“But—”

“Stop thinking,” he stressed. She stared at him, bewildered. Something about her gaze must have unnerved him, for Todoroki glanced away. “You always have that look in your eyes when you think of depressing things,” he mumbled uncomfortably, averting his eyes. “You’re a capable leader and hero, Yaoyorozu. Stop putting yourself down.”

A small smile stretched across her face as her eyes softened. This was why Momo admired Todoroki Shouto so much.

“You’re much too kind, Todoroki-san,” she replied. Suddenly, looking at him was harder than before. It was easy to speak to him about school matters, but compliments? Feelings? Momo still couldn’t completely believe that he had voted for her of all people to be vice president.

Todoroki, as always, bluntly expressed himself. “It’s the truth.”

Momo felt her face flush. Desperately, she glanced out of the window before finding immense interest in packing up her belongings. Todoroki was silent as she grabbed her notebook and quickly stuffed it in her bag.

“I’m always worrying you, aren’t I?” she rambled nervously, turning to face him while fiddling with her hands. At this rate, Momo might even accidentally create a few matryoshka dolls considering how jumpy she was. Her shoulders slumped as she mumbled ruefully, “As Class 1-A’s vice president, I should be reassuring you, not the other way around…”

She trailed off, unsure of what to say next. Momo usually had no problem conversing with Todoroki: in fact, initial embarrassment and starstruck wonder aside, he was one of the people she enjoyed speaking with the most. Yet, for some reason, her extensive vocabulary abandoned her when her seatmate quirked a questioning, somewhat amused eyebrow at her.

“O-oh! I forgot to mention this yesterday, but the special effects at the concert yesterday were amazing!” she gushed, clapping her hands together in an attempt to hide the way her heart fluttered. Unfair...it was unfair how Todoroki Shouto could throw her off her game with a small change of facial expression. “You and the others truly outdid yourselves. The crowd loved it.”

“It was because of everyone’s efforts.” Todoroki’s voice was lined with amusement. He offered her a hand, helping her out of her seat. “You and the band cheered them up, too.”

“I'm glad that the audience enjoyed it,” she admitted warmly. “Everyone worked so hard to make it special; it'll be hard to beat that next year.”

“We'll come up with something,” Todoroki stated confidently, sliding open the door and allowing her to pass first. She flashed him a grateful smile, exiting the classroom. They silently walked down the hallway side by side, matching their footsteps in perfect synchronicity. Momo was content with simply basking in the fire and ice user’s presence, but to her surprise, he initiated a conversation.

“Yaoyorozu,” he said suddenly, drawing her attention. “If there’s something bothering you, you can always consult someone. Anyone in the class would be willing to help you.”

Momo smiled faintly. “Does that anyone include you, Todoroki-san?”

He blinked, then tilted his head and deadpanned, “Of course.”

The sheer straightforwardness of Todoroki’s statement had Momo reeling. She stared at him in surprise, which he took as confusion. “I simply considered the fact that you might feel comfortable sharing your troubles with one of your friends, so I didn’t want to be upfront and offer my assistance,” Todoroki explained, looking assured in his logic.

Momo blinked. Then, she blinked again. Finally, she doubled over, laughter escaping her lips before she could stop it. “Pfft...you’re really something else, aren’t you, Todoroki-san?” Momo giggled, her obsidian eyes shining with humor and genuine happiness. She straightened herself. “I...I don’t mean to sound presumptuous, but I already consider you as one of my friends. Why did you think I would come along to rescue Bakugou-san?”

Todoroki ducked his head. “I thought it was because of your...obligations as vice president,” he mumbled, his voice so quiet that Momo had to lean closer to hear him.

“As vice president, I was concerned about you all,” Momo confirmed, bobbing her head. “But if I was just Class 1-A’s vice president, then I would have simply warned you and gone to the pro heroes to ensure that they would take every measure to keep you all safe. Instead, I chose to accompany you all. I did that because I consider you, Todoroki-san, and the rest of them as friends.”

“...ah.”

Some, at first glance, might say that Todoroki Shouto was just like his father; he had inherited the same (ironically enough) icy glare that Endeavor possessed, after all. But throughout their time together, Momo had discovered that Todoroki’s cool countenance was nothing more than a result of his frankly pitiable social skills.

...and that was fine with her: she didn’t mind filling in the gaps of the conversation.

“You seem surprised,” Momo commented, raising an eyebrow at him.

“It’s a...pleasant sort of surprised,” Todoroki reassured her. “If it means anything at all, Yaoyorozu...I consider you my friend as well.”

Warmth surged in her chest as they exchanged miniscule, silly smiles before continuing down the hallway, each highly aware of the other’s presence.

And in that moment, Momo could almost completely forget about those chilly years of her youth.

[lululululipop-blog]

Ch. 1

Sweet Like Candy...?

Hmmm... first two chapters are done. I honestly had to do all the revision, and editing myself, so it took way longer than expected. But please enjoy and keep a lookout for new stories I’ll try to post faster. Haha

Just a Little Something~ 🌸

“She’s not talking to me,” blond hair and red eyes was what trademarked the hot tempered male that spoke.

His friend, Kirishima, saw that he was looking away towards the end of the lunchroom, admiring the small girl who would look back occasionally to give a grim look, only to turn away once more as if making a point.

Kirishima took some of his mate’s food, stuffing it in his mouth; his friend didn’t even pay much mind to it. He simply waved him off which showed immediately how much this ordeal was bothering him.

“Yo, Kacchan, what’d you do? She’s not usually like this,” Kirishima spoke through mouthfuls of Bakugou’s food.

Bakugou growled at his words, “Damn it if I know! I’ve been thinking since this fucking morning and nothing has come up that would be considered out of the ordinary! All I know, is we were fighting that random villain out in the streets, then she decided to stop talking to me! Didn’t even bother to visit me in the hospital, dumbass.”

Kirishima hummed in understanding, “Girls are confusing.”

Bakugou nodded at this, “No shit. And she’s making it rather obvious that she’s angry as well. That idiot.” His statement seemed gentler than his usual tone, showcasing how truly he was worrying about her.

Kirishima found this admirable, so he offered his own advice, “Why don’t you just ask her?”

Bakugou turned as if he had just been electroshocked by Kirishima’s sole words, “Huh? You’ve got to be kidding me. If she wants to solve whatever is going on, she’ll come up and talk to me first! I’m not going out of my way to talk over something when she’s the one angry about it.”

He took his water bottle and drank it quickly, extinguishing the flames that were starting to grow even stronger inside him. Water could only do so much, however.

Kirishima seemed to be taking a liking to playing around with Bakugou’s food, and he began building a large tower out of the sauce packets Bakugou had brought, “Then... how about you try acting sweet for a while?”

Bakugou seemed confused at this. How would one act sweet? Sweet was something quite out of his Kacchan-dictionary that consisted of specifically vulgar language with the addition of a few superhero terms and the occasional, “Stupid” and “idiot” added in. “Don’t look down on me,” would be the summary in the back of his dictionary.

Kirishima shrugged, “Nothing is gonna get solved if neither of you do something. Instead of talking it out, perhaps you could try different things until she’s happy again.”

Bakugou didn’t like the idea of that, “Why do I have to be the one to make the first move?”

“Hm, would you rather admit that you’d give in to her if she was the one who spoke first?” Kirishima spoke without thinking, but couldn’t take the words back. They were already out there, disintegrating into the very depths of Bakugou’s brain.

Standing up, he took a strong grasp of Kirishima’s shirt and pulled him to meet him face to face, the pile of sauce packets toppling over, “How the hell am I supposed to act sweet?”

Surprised that Bakugou seemed to actually be thinking of taking up the offer, Kirishima nodded, smiling a toothy smile, “Well... first...”

“Delivery for (y/n) (l/n)?!” A mailman called out from the class doorway.

Now, (y/n) wouldn’t be considered unpopular, she had her good number of friends and she was deemed as a promising hero, but she definitely wouldn’t be considered popular enough to have a secret admirer. And, from the large bouquet after bouquet that appeared behind the mailman, arranged with a variety of balloons, clearly someone had it bad for her. Or perhaps she had won a prize, which seemed like the more likely answer even though she hadn’t participated in anything that would call for a reward.

Her friends urged her up, so, hesitantly, she began walking up to the ever so happy mailman, as he handed her the pile of bouquets in a wagon, and a letter. “You’ve got quite the caring boyfriend,” the mailman finished, before moving to the side.

(Y/n) seemed bewildered. What boyfriend could he possibly be talking about? The one she did have would never do anything like this, clearly it was some sort of stalker.

She opened the letter, slightly nervous but trying to bite back the fear from showing on her face. The handwriting was perfectly printed and the scent that engulfed her was that of spicy peppermint; fresh. The only recognizable part of it that could possibly pinpoint the source of the letter, was the signed name at the bottom: Bakugou. She turned her head to the side to ensure that she hadn’t just imagined the name, and rubbed her eyes. Opening them again, she squinted at the paper, almost burning a hole through them with her sharp stare as if somehow the name would suddenly change. Nope, Bakugou’s print was still on there, making fun of her. This must be some sort of prank Kirishima or maybe one of the other guys were playing on her. There was no way—

Interrupting her thoughts, the mailman moved to the side and the balloons made way in the middle of the long school hallway. There, dressed in a delicious suit of crisp black with matching, polished, black shoes and a red undershirt, stood Bakugou, with an assortment of roses and yellow daffodils. (Y/n) covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Although he looked oddly stunning in that suit, it did not at all match his personality. And she didn’t want to attempt at embarrassing him after he did all this, but it was a very non-Bakugou sort of thing to do. He must have been forced by someone to do this. As he strolled up to her, it took all she had to keep back a silly smile while everyone else stared in complete awe of Bakugou’s sudden turnaround. Just as she was about to give up and just laugh out loud, Bakugou came up face to face in an incredibly suave and swift move, taking (y/n)’s waist and dipping her, that (y/n) couldn’t help but gasp out in surprise.

“Good morning,” he stated, handed her the flowers, kissed her cheek and then entered the classroom, not even shoving his way through the crowd of students.

(Y/n) stood with the letter in her left hand, the bouquet of flowers in her right, and a mailman and wagons of balloons behind her, eyes unbearably wide.

“Class is starting,” an unknown classmate whispered to her.

Slowly, so very slowly, (y/n) trudged towards her seat. The hot-headed, hard-to-maintain Bakugou... that was definitely not him.

It must have been a joke, a very odd and bizarre joke that, maybe once the punchline was thrown, she'd be able to understand. But there seemed to be more occuring, all in just the span of a single morning. She was probably going to have to take him to the nurse to make sure he hadn’t been hit by some very clearly powerful quirk.

(y/n) pulled out her notebook and began jotting down every bizarre occurrence that she believed would provide as useful information when asked what she deemed was wrong in her usually temperamental boyfriend. She did well hiding her spying glares towards his spot.

[8:00 a.m.]

A fellow classmate (Kaminari) came up to Bakugou and began making fun of his attire.

"Damn, red? Making some sort of fashion statement, are we?"

Kaminari then proceeded to tap the back of Bakugou’s head with his pointer finger. Bakugou simply continued trying to take notes that (y/n) would later have to ask for. This went on for a few more seconds until Bakugou grabbed the boy's finger, giving him a piercing glare. Perhaps this would finally break Bakugou into at least showing a little bit more of his original self?

"If you have enough time to be commenting on an outfit, perhaps you should have entered a fashion school. You're here to learn how to be a hero, act like it," With that statement, he let go of the boy's finger and returned to writing more notes.

Kaminari looked astonished, but ashamed and went back to his table, grumbling about how even heroes should know how to dress.

Bakugou caught (y/n) staring at this moment, and shot her a cute smile and wave. It was a double hit that would have worked if that were how he always acted, but it simply caused (y/n) to shiver and turn back around.

[8:40 a.m.]

"Everyone, turn to page 64 of your History of Heroes and fighting throughout the world. Raise your hand if you would like to read once you reach the page!”

And just like that, not only had (y/n) missed an entire forty minutes of notes but, now, she had even forgotten her book at home. Which meant she would not be able to go through that lesson that day either. And to make matters worse...

“All right, since no one’s participating how about.... (y/n)? Please read the first paragraph out loud.”

(Y/n) was positive the teacher must have some sort of radar that sensed distraught in her students and was glad to use that to her advantage.

Sadly, (y/n) stood from her chair and apologized, “I’m sorry, but...”

And just like that, a knight in shining flames appeared next to her.

“What she’s trying to say is, that, we haven’t been able to see each other lately, so is it all right if we sit next to each other today?” Bakugou asked, giving the teacher a sad sort of glance.

The teacher shook her head, not really being able to believe that Bakugou was genuinely asking and not screaming that he demands her obedience, “I’m sorry, but, seats are assigned and it wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the alumni if you got to switch and they didn’t.”

Surprisingly, the teacher actually looked apologetic. Probably a sucker for romance.

Bakugou peered down, almost as if he was trying to keep from looking sad, “Ah, I see. No, I understand. You are a just and fair teacher after all, I wouldn’t expect less from you. But, you see, we’ve already been unable to see each other outside from school since we’ve been so busy preparing for our own futures that we’ve hardly had time to think of where she and I will be heading... together! I just fear that we’ll grow apart... after all, we’re already told by so many adults that,” Bakugou sighed and held on to (y/n)’s hand, “Romance... doesn’t exist in an adolescent’s heart. Could it end up being true?”

He ended the blow by giving the teacher a forlorn look straight into her eyes. The teacher seemed to be in tears and the whole class was silent.

Finally, she took a large, shaky breath and nodded, “Yes, I understand. I don’t wish for you to end up believing in what they say about you and,” she smiled joyfully at (y/n), “your girlfriend and end up giving up on a past love like me. NO! Please, take a seat next to her. And, what is this, are you sharing a textbook with each other? Ooh! Romance IS alive still! All right kids! Settle down, I think we’re going to do some partner reading instead.”

Of course there were grumbles, but the closet romantics were silently cheering the couple on.

The teacher came up, wrapped her hands around Bakugou’s, and smiled, “Stay strong!” With that, she disappeared to the back of her desk and pulled out her phone. Perhaps to make a call from a long forgotten lover... or something.

For the next twenty minutes, it was a k-drama of Bakugou leaning in so she could smell the sweet scent of cologne (which he’d never used before), and slight blushing coming from (y/n).

Something was definitely not right. She had seen something from Bakugou in the middle of his speech. Everyone else had seen him as proper and a romantic during it, he seemed incredibly sincere. But the real Bakugou would never dare even attempt to utter such sweet sonnets, and she knew this for a fact.

What made it even more clear was the slight twitch of his eyebrow that showed clear frustration. Bakugou was still in there somewhere.