#i kind of went off on that sero***mina ask didn't i

[chiyuuchu]

II. The plot twist of admiration <3 (2nd August 2024)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Prompt! The class decides to make a bet with everyone writing down who they think y/n’s admirer is.

first part here!

Every story has two sides to it.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to waste time on frivolous matters like romance. He had better things to do, like becoming the number one hero. But there was something about Y/N that made him act differently. Without really understanding why, he found himself wanting to make her smile, to see her happy. So, he started leaving gifts on her desk: flowers, sweets, her favorite drinks.

He watched from a distance, making sure no one noticed him. He didn't need the extra attention or the questions from his classmates. Plus, it was kind of fun seeing them guess who the secret admirer was.

“Maybe it’s Midoriya,” Mina said one day during lunch. Bakugou rolled his eyes. Of course, they'd think it was Deku. “He’s so attentive and always pays attention to what his friends like.”

Bakugou scoffed internally. Deku might be observant, but he wasn’t the one leaving the gifts. Besides, Bakugou knew exactly what Y/N liked because he paid attention, too. He wasn’t just some explosive hothead, no matter what people thought.

“I don’t know,” Tsuyu said thoughtfully. “It could be Kirishima. He seems like a romantic guy.”

Bakugou almost laughed out loud at that. Sure, Kirishima was his best friend, but he wasn’t the one sneaking around. And IcyHot? The guy was about as emotionally expressive as a block of ice. He was also certainly sure the bird brain was too kept to self to like someone.

As days went by, Bakugou continued to leave gifts. He saw Y/N's smile every time she found something new on her desk, and it made his heart swell in a way he didn’t quite understand. One evening, he went to the convenience store to get her favorite drink. When he returned to the dorms, he saw Y/N in the kitchen, looking frustrated.

“What’s got you all worked up?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

“Someone must have taken my favorite drink. I was really looking forward to it.,” she sighed.

He scoffed, pulling the drink out of his plastic bag. “Here. I just bought a few. Don’t make such a fuss.” he said, tossing it to her. Before she could say anything. Bakugou just takes his leave with a huff. “Whatever. I’m outta here.”

When he reached his bedroom, he immediately covered his face. The heat which had rushed to his face earlier swallowed him whole. His heart was pounding.

The next day, he left another gift on her desk. This time, it was a box of her favorite pastries. He'd gone out of his way to get them from a bakery across town. Bakugou watched from a distance, smirking to himself as Y/N smiled.

During lunch, the girls were really pushing their theories about who it could be.

“It’s gotta be someone who’s been paying close attention,” Mina says, thinking maybe too hard. “Maybe it’s still Midoriya?”

“Or Kirishima,” Momo claimed. “What if the other day he said it wasn’t him was an act.”

“Or Todoroki,” Kirishima chuckled heartily. “He’s always so polite and thoughtful.”

“Or maybe Sero,” said Hagakure. “He could be into you, who knows.”

Bakugou couldn't help but roll his eyes again. It was almost laughable how off their guesses were. As Y/N's smile grew wider with each gift, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He wanted to be the one who made her happy, even if he had to do it from the shadows.

While Y/n slowly looks over and locks eyes with Bakugou, he couldn’t help but give her his genuine smile. A smile that was only for her.

Bakugou continued his secret gifting for another week, each time feeling a mix of pride and frustration. One evening, after another exhausting day of training, he was about to head back to his dorm room when he noticed Y/N sitting alone on the couch in the common area, looking contemplative. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to approach her.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Y/N looked up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Hey, Bakugou."

He sat down next to her, unsure of what to say next. They sat in silence for a few moments before Y/N spoke again.

"You know," she began, her voice soft, "I've been getting these really sweet gifts lately. Flowers, sweets, drinks... It's been really nice."

Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. He tried to keep his expression neutral. "Yeah? You figure out who it is yet?"

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Not yet. But I think I have an idea."

Bakugou felt a lump form in his throat. He wanted to tell her, to admit that it was him, but the words seemed to stick. Before he could muster up the courage, Y/N turned to him, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"What about you, Bakugou? Have you ever done something like this for someone?"

He snorted, trying to deflect. "What, leave gifts and play secret admirer? Not my style."

Y/N laughed softly. "I didn't think so. But you never know. People can surprise you."

She definitely knows. He gulped internally.

Bakugou swallowed hard, feeling a surge of determination. "Yeah, well... maybe I have a few surprises up my sleeve."

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with an amused expression. "Is that so?"

Her phone began ringing. “Oh, I gotta take this call. Thanks for the chat, Bakugou.” She smiled and walked away.

Before Bakugou could respond, a loud crash came from the kitchen area, followed by Kirishima's voice shouting about a spilled pot.

As she walked away, Bakugou watched her go, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He knew he needed to find the right moment, but it was hard to say when that would be. He stood up, ready to head to his room, when Kirishima came rushing over, a huge grin on his face.

"Dude, guess what!" Kirishima exclaimed. "Everyone's trying to figure out who Y/N's secret admirer is. You gotta see this."

Bakugou rolled his eyes but followed Kirishima back to the Kitchen area, where a group of their classmates were gathered, excitedly discussing their theories.

"I'm telling you, it's got to be Todoroki," Hagakure was saying. "He's always so calm and collected. It fits."

"No way," Kaminari argued. "It's definitely Tokoyami. He's mysterious enough to pull this off."

“What the hell is everyone making a fuss about?” Bakugou grumbled.

“Oh! Hey man, we were just placing bets on who Y/n’s secret admirer could be.” Kaminari casually said. “My bets on Tokoyami.” He proudly claimed. And why exactly was he proud of his assumption?

“Well I think it’s Midoriya!” Mina folded her arms with an angry closed eyed pout.

Momo also chimed in. “I still think that it’s Kirishima and that he’s secretly deceiving us that it isn’t him.” Kirishima who was beside her folded his arms. “Hey! It isn’t me, you’ll lose your money for betting on it!” He, once again defended himself.

“What if it was a girl and we were deceived the entire time.” Jirou randomly put a a finger to her chin, looking up in thought. “Hmm.” She hummed in thought. Right after that, everyone did the same with putting their finger on their chins and humming in thought.

“I know! We should settle this bet by asking everyone to write down on this paper who they think it is. Winner takes all.” Kaminari smugly said, pulling a piece of paper out.

“Oh, you’re on pikachu!” Mina retorted.

Bakugou mentally wanted to facepalm. But then he thought about it. If he were to guess himself then wouldn’t he technically be the winner of the bet?

“Whatever, you losers do what you fucking want.” Bakugou said and walked back to his room. “Hey! Where you going? You need to bet too!” Kaminari exclaimed. “Yeah yeah, just give it to me tomorrow. I need to catch some fucking sleep.” Was the last thing Bakugou said before heading back to his room.

The next morning, the classroom was full with chatter during a break between lessons. Kaminari, ever the instigator, was bouncing around with a piece of paper and a pen.

"Alright, guys, everyone write down who you think Y/N's secret admirer is! Everyone is betting! Winner takes all!" he announced, waving the paper in the air.

Y/n just gave a confused expression before going back to her book.

One by one, the students scribbled down their guesses and passed the paper around. When it finally reached Bakugou, he glanced at the eager faces around him and scowled.

"I'll do it later," he muttered, snatching the paper and shoving it into his bag.

"Aw, come on, Bakugou!" Kaminari protested. "Just write it down real quick!"

Bakugou ignored him, standing up and heading out of the classroom as the bell rang, signaling the end of their break. Kaminari pouted but didn't push further, knowing better than to press Bakugou when he was in a mood.

Later that evening, Bakugou sat in his dorm room, the crumpled piece of paper lying on his desk. He sighed, unfolding it and smoothing it out to see the various guesses scrawled in different handwriting.

He couldn't help but scoff at some of the guesses.

Uraraka: "I bet it's Sero. He’s always pulling pranks but he's got a sweet side."

Todoroki: "Maybe it's Kirishima. He’s very straightforward."

Kirishima: "Nah, it's gotta be Midoriya. He's so considerate."

Midoriya: "My best guess would be Kirishima… He definitely seems like that type of guy."

Yaoyorozu: "I still think it's Kirishima."

Ashido: "I know it’s Midoriya."

Tsu: "I change my mind, I’m placing my bet on Kaminari."

Jirou: "I guess it might be Kaminari. He’s got a fun personality and is always trying to cheer everyone up."

Aoyama: "It could be Iida. Je sais cela!"

Sero: "Maybe it's Shoji. He's very attentive and protective."

Tokoyami: "I assume it might be Todoroki. He's very observant and quiet."

Hagakure: "My bet is still on Todoroki!"

Iida: "I believe it's Kaminari. He’s always energetic and caring."

Shoji: "It might be Iida."

Ojiro: "I think it could be Aoyama. He’s always trying to make everyone feel special."

Koda: "I think it’s Midoriya..."

Mineta: "It's definitely someone unexpected, maybe Jirou. She's got that vibe. And who knows? Girls on girls!"

Sato: "What if it's Mina? She's really unpredictable."

Kaminari: "I still think it's Tokoyami! Imagine that!"

Aizawa: "Bakugou Katsuki."

Even the teacher???

Bakugou paused at Aizawa’s guess, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and satisfaction.

"Idiots," he muttered to himself. "They have no idea."

Aggressively scribbling on the piece of paper, he carelessly folds it.

But as he lay in bed that night, his thoughts drifted to Y/N. He imagined the smile on her face when she received his gifts and how her eyes sparkled when she spoke about them. It gave him a strange sense of accomplishment that none of his training victories ever did.

The next day in class, Kaminari eagerly retrieved the paper from Bakugou and prepared to read the guesses. However, just as he was about to open it, everyone began to question how they would find out who the admirer really was.

"How are we actually gonna figure out who it is?" Midoriya asked, looking around the room.

Suddenly, Mina stood up and yelled, "Whoever the admirer is, you have to come clean now because we've all placed bets already, and I'm sure Y/N is interested."

Silence. Everyone was looking at each other, trying to see if the admirer would step up.

Bakugou gulped, feeling a surge of panic.

Then Hagakure made a suggestion. "Why don't we make it more fun? Y/N should write down on another piece of paper who she wants her admirer to be."

For some reason, Y/N agreed willingly. She took a piece of paper and began to write a name. Bakugou watched her, rethinking his life decisions. If he admitted his feelings now and wasn't the one she wanted, he would never live it down.

Y/N finished writing, folded the paper, and kept it to herself.

“Wait I have an idea!” Tsu said and whispered something into Mina’s ear.

"Alright then," Mina said with determination. "Everyone who is NOT the admirer, sit down."

Slowly, one by one, the students sat down until only Bakugou remained standing with his eyes shut tight.

The room filled with gasps and murmurs of confusion.

"Bakugou?!" Kaminari exclaimed, wide-eyed.

“KACCHAN??” Izuku exclaimed.

"No way," Kirishima muttered, shaking his head. "Bakugou, seriously?"

"I lost my bet!" Sero groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Wait, Bakugou's the secret admirer?" Uraraka asked, her eyes darting between him and Y/N.

Jirou smirked. "Well, this just got interesting."

“I certainly did not expect this..” Momo’s voice sounded.

Some students complained about losing their bets, while others were simply shocked. Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. After a moment of silence, he heard the sound of a paper unfolding.

More gasps filled the room.

"You can open your eyes, Bakugou," Y/N said softly.

Bakugou's heart sank. What if his name wasn't on the paper?

He opened his eyes and saw Y/N holding the paper.

Bakugou Katsuki

His heart soared when he saw his name written on it. A wave of relief and happiness washed over him as the class erupted in a mix of congratulations and disbelief. He had never been this terrified in his life, but it was all worth it.

“Very unexpected, I must say.” Iida said.

"Well, who would've thought?" Mina laughed, nudging Kirishima.

"Guess we all underestimated Bakugou," Tokoyami said with a rare smile.

"Congrats, man," Kirishima said, patting Bakugou on the back. "Took some real guts."

Bakugou, his face slightly flushed, just nodded, trying to maintain his usual tough demeanor. But inside, he was over the moon.

“Wait! It’s not over! Who won the bet?” Sero yelled, immediately grabbing everyone’s attention.

Kaminari hurriedly opens the paper.

Uraraka: "I bet it's Sero. He’s always pulling pranks but he's got a sweet side."

Todoroki: "Maybe it's Kirishima. He’s very straightforward."

Kirishima: "Nah, it's gotta be Midoriya. He's so considerate."

Midoriya: "My best guess would be Kirishima… He definitely seems like that type of guy."

Yaoyorozu: "I still think it's Kirishima."

Ashido: "I know it’s Midoriya."

Tsu: "I change my mind, I’m placing my bet on Kaminari."

Jirou: "I guess it might be Kaminari. He’s got a fun personality and is always trying to cheer everyone up."

Aoyama: "It could be Iida. Je sais cela!"

Sero: "Maybe it's Shoji. He's very attentive and protective."

Tokoyami: "I assume it might be Todoroki. He's very observant and quiet."

Hagakure: "My bet is still on Todoroki!"

Iida: "I believe it's Kaminari. He’s always energetic and caring."

Shoji: "It might be Iida."

Ojiro: "I think it could be Aoyama. He’s always trying to make everyone feel special."

Koda: "I think it’s Midoriya..."

Mineta: "It's definitely someone unexpected, maybe Jirou. She's got that vibe. And who knows? Girls on girls!"

Sato: "What if it's Mina? She's really unpredictable."

Kaminari: "I still think it's Tokoyami! Imagine that!"

Aizawa: "Bakugou Katsuki.”

Bakugou: "Bakugou Katsuki."

“Bakugou won? Isn’t that technically cheating..” Momo said with a concerned look.

“Technically that means I won. Now pay up.” Aizawa said from his sleeping bag.

“Ughhhhhhhhh.”

After the class settled down from the surprising outcome, Bakugou found a moment to approach Y/N. He was still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions from the earlier scene.

"Hey," he started, his voice gruff but softer than usual. "Can we talk?"

Y/N looked up and smiled. "Sure, Bakugou. What's up?"

He led her outside of the classroom, away from the curious gazes of their classmates. The tension between them was palpable, but Bakugou tried to ignore the nervous flutter in his chest.

"So, you actually picked me," he said, struggling to keep his usual confident tone. "Why?"

Y/N’s eyes softened as she looked at him. "Well, I've always noticed you’re not as rough as you seem. There’s a lot more to you that people don't see. I appreciate that you always seemed to care, even if you don’t show it."

Bakugou’s face flushed slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d ever actually like me. Not with how everyone talks about me."

Y/N shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. "You’re more than what people say, Bakugou. And I’m glad I got to know that."

Bakugou hesitated for a moment before stepping a bit closer. "So, what now? Now that everyone knows?"

Y/N's smile grew, and she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. "I think we should see where this goes. I’m happy with how things are turning out."

Bakugou’s usual scowl softened into a genuine smile, and he took a deep breath. "Yeah, me too."

They stood there for a moment, the noise of the classroom fading into the background as they enjoyed the rare, peaceful connection between them. It was the start of something new, and for once, Bakugou felt that he might just be ready to embrace it.

[lil-mushr00m]

A rough night

Agere! Denki

Cg! Bakusquad/but mostly bakugou in this oneshot.

Soft hurt/comfort

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Bakugou is a heavy sleeper, on account of how he can't hear well. The shouting didn't wake him, the vibrations bursting through the floors did. He twisted in his sheets, eyes squinting at his violent red alarm clock overloading his vision. The sudden rattling of his headboard jerked him further awake, jumping as he watched it scrape against the wall, his eyes narrowing. His head went to the worst possible outcome, the league of villians infilatriating, some kind of villian terrorizing them over and over again because they really couldn't catch a break. Even before he reached for his hearing aids he could hear the slight muffled sounds, distant and unhelpful.

When he adjusted his hearing aids into place, he nearly ripped them back out. Even after some time, he wasn't used to the sudden burst of noise that welcomed him each time he fitted them. He didn't have time to wince and complain, not with the echoing of sobbing, shaking the walls piercing through his ears. The dimmed lighting outside of his door from the hallway lights flickered, and he didn't need to be as smart as he is to know who could be the cause of that. He'd recognize that cry of distress anywhere.

With a frustrated, tired groan, he tossed off his blankets, ignoring the concern smothering at his chest. Stomping towards his door, he ripped it open, scowling at the scene down the hall. Nearly half of Class-A huddled outside Kaminari's door. He gingerly stepped past a few shards of glass from a bulb that had popped and pushed through the flurry of people.

"What the hell is going on?" Bakugou sneers, stomping towards the scene. A few protests rang out as he worked his shoulders through, roughly knocking into his classmates to get by. He paused as Kirishimas' wide and bristling eyes met his.

He understood why even before he stepped past the crowd.

Denki sat on the ground, hypervenillianting past choked, loud wails while his hands dug into his blonde hair. Bakugou could see the loose strands wrapped around his fingers, a few on the ground while he cradled his body back and forth in a rocking position. Every time someone moved an inch closer, another beam of electricity rang out, narrowly missing anyone in sight. The walls sizzled, black burnt spots cascading over the wall. Smoke coated the bedside table, the top of his Pokémon themed lamp haven been blasted towards the other side of the room, glass scattered from where the bulb had blown.

"Fucking hell, shitty hair what's this shit?" He asks, though his tempered flared at the various amounts of muttering coming from behind him. He craned his neck around to glare at the nosey classmates. "All of you fuck off! And go make yourselves useful and find me Aizawa!" He sneers, satisfied when rushed nervous yelps rang through, a few of them tripping over themselves to go and find their sensei. With most of the idiots taken care of, he narrowed his eyes at Kirishima once more, who seemed to almost be crouched over, as if guarding Denki from everyone else, his hardening quirk slightly activated, likely to fight off any stray bolts of electricity set off.

"I don't know, man," Kiri supplies helplessly as the dozens of foosteps began to tamper off, frowning as Denki choked on a harsh sob, his eyes screwed shut so tight it seemed painful. "I woke up to him screaming and crying! I tried to calm him down, but I don't think he can hear me right now."

Bakugou frowns and peeks back at Mina and Sero, the other two who had stuck around. He narrowed his eyes, and Sero hesitantly hovered in the doorframe, awkwardly in his stance, as if debating on whether he should go as well. However, Mina drifted closer, a shine of worry clear in her pinched expression, and carefully lowered herself down onto ground, a generous distance between her and Denki. Her confidence as always has the same effect on others, leaving Sero to mimic her actions and sink to the floor beside her, his lips pulled into a troubled frown.

"He's ripping his hair out," She murmurs sadly.

"Fucking hell." Bakugou grunts, rolling his shoulders back before he kneeled down, gesturing with his head for Kirishima to move. He hesitated, but with a sharp stare, he stepped aside, leaving no barrier between the two. He stayed close, ready to shield the other if so needed.

"Pikachu." Bakugou snaps, his tone rough, and yet it softened around the corners. "Snap out of it dammit. You're worrying everyone."

It did nothing to soothe him, unsurprisingly, but he did shake his head in response. A sign he could hear them at least. It wasn't wonderful, but a step forward nonetheless. He dropped his head down against his knees, his voice beginning to strain and come out far too scratchy and rough for what was usually so cheerful and sweet.

With a short breath through his nose, Bakugou reached out and grabbed onto his arm, rubbing his thumb over his skin. "Shock me. I dare you." He warns, holding him firmly for a moment as he flinched and whined, his sobs catching in his throat. When he didn't immediately shock him, Bakugou rushed in, taking the opening in stride. He lifted him up and adjusted him until he wrapped his arms and legs around him like a koala, burying his snotty, tear soaked face into his shoulder with a shuddering sob. His hands dug into his shoulders tightly. It would hurt anyone else, but to Bakugou, he hardly felt it. He was used to the digging and squeezing.

"Relax," Bakugou barks, though that's all he is, all bark and no bite. Not when the usual sunny dumbass was wheezing and crying into his shoulder. His rough hand patted his back as he bounced him ever so slightly. "How the hell are you even breathing right now? Calm your ass down." He grumbles, ignoring the star-strucked gazes of the other three at the sight of Bakugou comforting Denki like an upset toddler.

And in a sense, that's all he is.

"How the hell did you do that?" Sero demands, tossing his arms up.

"We've been trying to get through to him for like twenty minutes!" Mina complains, and while the exasperation was there, so was exhaustion in her words as she all but collapsed into Kirishimas arms, her pink hands cradling her hair. "I mean- he was just sobbing! And anytime we got close, he would shock us!"

"Tsk. He knows better than to shock me." Bakugou sneers, his hand gently cradling the back of his head despite his tone. "Fuckin hell Pikachu, I mean it, breathe." He demands as he continued to choke on his own cries, shaking his head. With another grunt in the back of his throat, Bakugou thought for a moment, sending a subtle look of hesitance towards Sero as he happened to be closest to the closet.

"Tape face." He demands, immediately earning his attention, his head snapping in his direction. "There's a box in the closet. It's a yellow shoe box with a fuck ton of dumb stickers. Grab it now." His tone left no room for protests nor questions, and Sero didn't voice any complaint as he immediately shuffled towards the closet, following his directions obediently.

"What-" Mina began, but Bakugou bared his teeth and reached his hand out to snatch at the box. Denki whined at the jostling, and Bakugou gave him a small squeeze as a silent apology.

"Don't ask questions. Don't laugh. Don't speak. If you three are going to fucking stay than you shut up and sit on the bed. Got it?"

The three peer at each other, varying levels of hesitance and worry clear on their faces, and yet they all moved to sit on the floor, eyeing the scene carefully. While they didn't have the answers to such an odd situation, all three of them knew that Denki was upset, and they couldn't leave him. Even if Bakugou seemed to know what he was doing.

With the three settled in, Bakugou wordlessly tipped open the box and tugged out a pacifier.

He watched eyebrows raise and lips part, but with one sharp glare, not a peep slipped out.

He guided Denki's head back with a firm hand on the back of his neck, grimacing at the state of his shirt but didn't grumble about it like he wanted to. Instead, he pressed the bulb of the yellow pacifier into Denki's mouth, not giving in as he fussed and refused it the first few times, his wet eyes darting between the object and his three clueless friends. Eventually, he settled and took it. The effect was immediate, his cries dying down. While silent tears continued to run down his cheeks, his hoarse sobs were instead little hiccups past the bulb.

"See? Stubborn little fuck, it's fine. If they say shit I'll kill them." He assures him, and while his voice wasn't very soothing, Denki seemed to relax anyway, leaning his head in to duck into his neck, successfully silenced. With a small breath of relief, Bakugou slipped onto the bed, his arms and legs beginning to ache with all the pacing and bouncing he was doing. It gave his body a much needed break. Training that day had been especially brutal, Aizawa wasn't holding back, especially after the most recent attacks. Bakugou could take it, but it certainly didn't mean he wasn't mourning his loss of sleep in the back of his head.

"Is... Is he okay?" Kirshima asks after a few moments of silence besides the soft, suckling noise. He kept his voice low, as if scared he'd startle his friend into another crying fit. He propped himself up taller to get a better look at his state, eyebrows pinched.

With a tired huff, Bakugou patted his back one last time. "Yeah. He's fine now. Get over here and hold him."

Kirishima bristles at the demand. "What? But you just said-"

"My arms are tired dammit. You're built like a damn tank. Just take him. I told you he's fine." Bakugou snaps, and Mina pouts a bit, wanting nothing more than to cradle their friend.

"Aw, why can't I hold him?"

"In case he freaks out again. Shitty hair has his quirk, so he'll be fine."

"Bro, are you sure?" Kirishima asks seriously, sweat forming on his brow. "He seems pretty comfortable..."

"If you don't get your ass over here, you'll be sounding like he just was real quick."

Kirishima quickly rose to his feet, towering over where Bakugou sat and carefully held out his arms. Shifting, Bakugou began to tug Denki away, earning a loud whine of protest and a small sniffle to emphasize it.

"Dude..." Kirishima murmurs, his shoulders dropping worriedly.

"He's being a little shit now. Trust me." Bakugou huffs, passing Denki off while he began instantly whining and starting the tears back up, reaching for Bakugou. Kirishima made quick work of tugging him in close, attempting to mimic the same movements Bakugou had before, albeit far more awkward and slightly panicked. It seemed to do the trick nonetheless with Denki settling soon after, his head resting on Kiri's shoulder, eyes half lidded in exhaustion. He took in his strong form with delight, curling his fist into his shirt, finding comfort in how he huddled his arms around him.

And well, Mina couldn't help but coo at the sight.

"Aw, he's kinda cute like this!" She giggles, her voice noticeably hushed into a whisper despite her enthusiasm.

"Yeah." Sero grins. "He's like a little baby or something."

Bakugou snorts and runs a hand over his face. "You idiots have no idea." He laid back on the bed, exhaustion hitting him like a train. His hip knocked into the shoe box, and he swiftly flicked it close. He was already going to be in deep shit with the damn blonde when he woke up no longer regressed for revealing it. He didn't need the group to probe and pry further.

Not that they would, a little voice supplies, and he promptly shoves it away and presses his palms over his eyes. Just as he was beginning to calculate how many hours they had before the sun would rise, Aizawa appeared in the doorway, his hands tucked into his pants pockets, surveying the scene.

He looked between the students, noticing the pacifier bobbing in Kaminari's mouth, and sighed.

"Clean up the glass in the hall. I'm assuming the fires out?" He asks, boredly making contact with Bakugou, who shifted his gaze to his.

"Yeah. No thanks to you. What the hell took you so long?"

"It took a while to calm down the class enough to get a straight answer. I think I need to give you all another lesson on how to summarize an emergency properly." His voice drawled with tired exasperation. "If you four need anything, you know where to find me." He reminds, pausing briefly before he turned to leave. "And have Kaminari come see me tomorrow. He's excused from class, you all are. Get some rest. Thursday will be hell."

With the last threat cemented, the teenagers couldn't even feel the wrath laced in those words, as it was far too weak to burn. With their sensei walking off, Mina gave a soft yawn and moved to slide onto the bed, Sero following in toe.

"What?" Bakugou snaps as Minas head shadows over his.

"Sleepover?" She asks hopefully, her lips tilted into a sweet smile while Sero swung an arm around her shoulders.

"Now you're thinking! Let's do it!"

"Fine." Bakugou grits out, shoving Mina away before peering over at the sight of Kaminari buried away. Even with his face turned away, Bakugou could tell the other blonde was dead asleep by his limp body and the way his back lifted and rose evenly. "My room. My bed's the biggest. And don't you fucker's touch anything got it?"

Kirishima smiles, charming and toothy. "You're so manly bro, such a good friend."

"Yeah, how'd you know how to do all that anyway?" Sero asks, following Bakugou as he headed down the hall towards the common rooms first to grab a broom for all the glass. The other two followed in toe, snickering at the way Bakugou sped off, the tips of his ears turning pink at the flury of praise.

"Fuck off. I'm good at everything." He snaps, hands balled into fists before peeking back briefly. "...and I just know, got it? Now shut up, let's clean up and go to bed."

[bloody-bee-tea]

Beetober 2024 Day 21 - Pokémon

Hitoshi isn't sure what he walked into when he enters the common area, but the sight in front of him makes him freeze. Everyone is gathered around Denki on the couch who appears to be playing something on a hand-held console and it takes Hitoshi a moment to parse through the cacophony in the room.

"Not that attack!"

"You need to switch out!"

"Use a potion!"

"You're dead if you do that!"

Hitoshi debates simply turning back around on his heel and walking back out of whatever the hell is going on here, but then Sero catches sight of him.

"Hey, Shinsou! Come over here, Denki is trying to beat the Top Four."

Hitoshi has no clue what Sero is talking about but now he has the attention of the other people in the room and clearly beating the Top Four should warrant some kind of interest, going by their expectant gazes, so Hitoshi carefully steps closer.

Sero readily makes space for him, so that Hitoshi can catch a glimpse of Denki's screen, and it's only now that he sees that Denki is completely focused on the game, tongue peeking out as he drowns out everything around him.

"Look, isn't his team shitty?" Mina asks, pointing at the screen and Hitoshi leans closer as if that would help him figuring out what's going on.

He takes in everything he sees, notes the names of the—animals? Denki is fighting with and then he simply shrugs.

But of course his indifference doesn't fool everyone.

"What, you got nothing to add to his shit team, eyebags?" Bakugo cajoles him and Hitoshi lets out a measured breath.

He doesn't know why, but Bakugo gets under his skin like no one else and while usually Hitoshi would be embarrassed about not knowing what the hell is going on here, now he almost feels proud when he can throw that into Bakugo's face.

He always seems to know everything, seems to have everyone figured out, so Hitoshi always revels in the times he completely catches him off guard and if he can achieve that by admitting that he has no goddamn clue what's going on, then you better believe he's going to do it.

"I have no clue what game he's even playing or what's going on, so no. I have nothing to add."

Absolute silence settles over the room and even Denki tears his eyes away from the screen, even though it seems one of his animals dies for it.

"You don't know Pokémon?" Mina whispers out, as if it's a great sacrilege to even voice that question and Hitoshi shrugs, decidedly uncomfortable with the attention suddenly on him.

He wanted to catch Bakugo off guard, not make everyone look at him with huge and somewhat sad eyes.

"I don't?"

"That a question, dipshit?"

"I don't," Hitoshi repeats more firmly.

"How can you not know Pokémon? You have never played one of the games before?" Sero asks and Hitoshi shakes his head.

"Foster kid, remember? Playing games didn't add to my chances of survival and none of the parents cared enough to spend money on me for anything in the first place anyway, so—" he trails off and now the silence is distinctly more uncomfortable, even though the entire class somehow knows about his past abusive situation.

"Way to bring down the mood, troll doll," Bakugo finally snaps out and Hitoshi levels him with a look.

"Well, you asked, I'm just giving you an answer. Sorry not all of us could grow up with a golden spoon shoved into our faces and play games all day long."

He knows it's unfair the moment the words leave his mouth, because it's also no secret that Bakugo's mom is kind of shit and that Denki had been scared of himself and his quirk almost until he went to U.A. and just because Hitoshi is the only one still wearing all kinds of scars from his abuse and shitty childhood doesn't mean the others had it much better.

"Sorry," he mumbles after a moment and even though Bakugo scoffs he also doesn't storm off so Hitoshi knows he's not too mad or hurt.

"What did you think I was referring to when I call him Pikachu?"

"I looked that up so I know it's a yellow mouse that can give off electricity," Hitoshi gives back and that prompts a snort out of Bakugo. "I just didn't know there were more. Or that it was from a game."

"That's horrible, Toshi!" Mina cries out and drapes herself all over Hitoshi. "We have to rectify that. Denks, move over, the boy needs to watch you play."

Mina is about to shove Hitoshi down onto the couch when Bakugo's arm across his chest stops her.

"Absolutely not. He's too bad at the game, he's gonna teach troll doll all the wrong things. That's not happening."

"You offering to teach me?" Hitoshi asks with a raised brow because it certainly sounds like it but Bakugo only gives him a glare.

"You can borrow one of my old games; start over, play it for yourself."

It's—nice, actually and so of course it leaves Hitoshi completely lost for words. He can deal with Bakugo's competitiveness, with his insults with his abrasive behaviour but this—this is unheard of and it makes Hitoshi's skin tingle.

"What's the catch?" he carefully asks because there has to be one; Bakugo would not simply offer him something like this.

"You have to beat the Top Four," Bakugo tells him with a sharp smile and Hitoshi's eyes drop back to Denki's struggle with his Top Four and he almost wants to decline.

But then his eyes fall on the challenging spark in Bakugo's eyes and Hitoshi knows he's done for.

"Fine," he snaps out, making grabby hands at Bakugo. "Gimme then."

"Nah, you'll get it later. These extras are going to influence your decisions and that's not happening. You'll play the game your own damn way."

Hitoshi huffs but doesn't argue and Bakugo seems strangely pleased by that, which only ticks Hitoshi off more.

But he'll show him. He'll get Bakugo's game and then he'll crush this Top Four. How hard can it be?

~*~*~

Hitoshi is scowling at the console in his hands. He doesn't quite want to admit that it makes no sense to him, but—it makes no sense.

He doesn't understand why some Pokémon types work against another, doesn't understand which stats to raise and most importantly how and most of all he doesn't understand why it's supposed to be so much fun to fight other animals only to strengthen his own.

"What crawled up your ass and died there?" Bakugo suddenly asks him and Hitoshi blinks himself back into the present, dragging his eyes away from the small screen.

"None of your fucking business," he gives back almost automatically and watches how Bakugo only slightly rolls his eyes before he throws himself down on the couch next to him.

"Sure doesn't look like it, but be a little bitch about it, I guess," Bakugo grumbles as if he is entirely unaffected by the fact that Hitoshi is not giving him a proper answer and it makes Hitoshi's mouth twitch up in a smile.

It had taken a while for him to warm up to Bakugo, but now he sees his prickly charade for what it is and he's almost charmed by how much Bakugo cares about them all.

That doesn't mean he can't be a little shit, though.

"It's the game," he offers with a nod to the console in his hands.

"Not to your liking?"

"It's—" Hitoshi doesn't want to admit that he finds it difficult and boring and would rather do anything else but he can't.

"Right," Bakugo scoffs out. "What starter did you pick?"

"The onion turtle, because Pikachu wasn't an option," Hitoshi gives back, keeping his eyes trained on the console but allowing himself a smirk when he hears Bakugo sputter to his side.

"Onion turtle?" he asks, completely outraged like it sounds and Hitoshi snickers.

"Yeah. It's got another name?" he innocently asks even though the game very helpfully tells him that it's actually called Bulbasaur, but Hitoshi is not going to accept that name. "Also the party weeners drive me fucking insane."

"Party weeners?" Bakugo repeats and he sounds very much as if he doesn't want to know, so of course Hitoshi tells him.

"Those brown worms? They show up everywhere."

"You mean Weedle," Bakugo presses out and Hitoshi shrugs.

"Party weener, like I said."

There's a very telling silence and when Hitoshi looks over at Bakugo he sees him taking measured, calming breaths and Hitoshi laughs out loud.

"You're doing this on purpose," Bakugo accuses him and Hitoshi shrugs, completely unrepentant, because what else is there to do.

"Kinda. But in all honesty, it's also not my game. I don't get it, I don't like it."

"Then stop, idiot, what are you still playing it for?"

"I need to beat the Top Four," Hitoshi gives back because he might not be as bad as Bakugo, but he too is competitive and Bakugo practically dared him to beat them, so that's what Hitoshi will do.

"Ugh, give it here," Bakugo decides and holds his hands out for the console, which Hitoshi gladly hands over, if only to get a brief reprieve of it. "Your team's not entirely bad," Bakugo decides after a moment and angles the screen so Hitoshi can see better when he leans over.

"Yeah?"

"Mh," Bakugo hums, checking out things Hitoshi has no clue about and then he goes off into a direction Hitoshi couldn't progress on because he can't beat the stupid school kid guarding the way.

Bakugo easily beats the kid though and then simply continues playing and Hitoshi stays to watch.

Like this, it's suddenly not all bad anymore.

~*~*~

Again, Hitoshi finds himself scowling at the stupid console in his hands, except this time he's in the safety of his own home to do it.

Doesn't protect him from other people barging in because his dads enter the living-room shortly after him and immediately notice the look on his face.

"What's that face for?" Aizawa asks and Hitoshi lets out a long breath.

"Is there a Pokémon called Zombie?" he wants to know, looking up more at Yamada than at Aizawa, because if anyone knows their Pokémon, it's him.

"Huh?"

"Bakugo gave me back the game, claiming he trained a team for me that can beat the Top Four and I've never seen these Pokémon and this one is called Zombie. It makes no sense. It doesn't sound like a Pokémon name."

"I didn't know you liked this game," Aizawa says as he sits down next to Hitoshi, looking over his shoulder.

"I don't. Bakugo practically dared me to beat the Top Four and then trained a team for me too and now I kinda have to."

"There's no Pokémon called Zombie, what the hell. Lemme see that," Yamada says and makes grabby hands at Hitoshi, who gladly hands over the console.

Yamada clicks around a few times before he freezes and then he wheezes out a laugh, that's quickly developing into full body laughter and he even doubles over for good measure, too.

"What's going on?" Hitoshi mutters but Aizawa only shrugs and plucks the console out of Yamada's hands, checking the screen for himself.

Hitoshi knows that something definitely is going on when an amused smile plays around his mouth, too.

"Did you actually look at your team yet, kid?" he then asks and Hitoshi shakes his head.

"I was kinda trying to get acquainted with Zombie before I switched to any other Pokémon," he admits and Aizawa nods as if he hadn't expected anything else.

"You might want to take a look at your team, then," Aizawa says and hands the console back to Hitoshi, who immediately does as he's told.

Yamada is still laughing and Aizawa's eyes are burning a hole into the side of Hitoshi's face, but he forces himself to concentrate on the screen.

He pulls up his team and then simply sits there, trying to digest what he's seeing. Bakugo did in fact train up a team for him and the Pokémon are all at an obscenely high level, too, but that's not what's so surprising about this.

What's surprising is the fact that the Pokémon names spell out Go out with me, Zombie Face.

Hitoshi's face goes up in flames and now even Aizawa snickers.

"That's one way to do it, I guess," and it only makes Yamada laugh harder. "What are you going to do?"

Hitoshi takes a moment to think about it, but in all honesty, there's only one answer.

Spending time with Bakugo is fun, even if they do something extremely unfun like playing Pokémon games and Hitoshi can't deny that riling each other up like they do is the highlight of every given day and now that he thinks about it, Hitoshi recognises the butterflies fluttering in his stomach for what they are.

He should have noticed this sooner, he thinks, but then again, there's no time like the present.

"Give us day passes," he demands, looking at Aizawa, who only raises an eyebrow at him. "I'll take him out for lunch."

"Good for you," Yamada wheezes out and Aizawa lets out a world-weary sigh.

"We need to make a rule about loud blondes in this household," he grumbles under his breath, even as he gets up to get the day passes.

"Too late," Hitoshi cheerfully tells him, taking the passes and then rushing out of the door.

He only slows down once he's in front of Bakugo's door and even then it's just to take one deep breath before he knocks.

It takes Bakugo no time at all to yank the door open, but the moment he sees Hitoshi he goes red in the face.

"Let's go out for lunch," Hitoshi says, waving the day passes at him and Bakugo narrows his eyes at him.

"How did you get these? There's no way Aizawa is letting me go off campus just like that."

"He will if you're going on a date with his son," Hitoshi gives back, acting braver than he really feels but then again, Bakugo was the one to ask him out.

There's nothing Hitoshi has to be afraid of.

"You're—Aizawa is your foster dad?"

"He and Yamada, yeah."

"Aizawa and Present Mic?" Bakugo's voice got noticeably higher at that question and Hitoshi bites back a laugh.

"Been married for ten years, don't tell anyone. I just thought you should know, seeing as you're dating the teacher's son."

"Goddamit," Bakugo grumbles and vanishes back into his room, briefly leaving Hitoshi to be crushed under doubt before he comes back, shoes and jacket now on. "I can't even make a good first impression on your parents anymore," he mutters, pulling the door shut behind him and Hitoshi laughs.

"Dad gave me these passes without complaint, you've already made enough of a good impression," he reassures him and then presses their shoulders together. "But Zombie Face? Really?"

"Shut up," Bakugo mumbles but he leans into the contact. "I had to think of something."

"You could have just asked," Hitoshi tells him but he can't deny that this is funnier and so much more on brand for them, anyway.

"And be boring? No, thank you."

It's such a Bakugo thing to say that Hitoshi laughs and he catches the way Bakugo's face goes a little bit softer than it usually is, which makes the butterflies go crazy.

Yeah, Hitoshi really should have realised this sooner and he'll forever be grateful to Bakugo for taking the first step. Not that he's going to tell him, though, because he's already smug enough as it is.

And still Hitoshi can't deny that he likes it like that.

[z-iridest]

My Hero Academia- I am Phoenix:

Chapter 27- Heart to Hearts:

After Mom and I’s heart to heart, she went around and saw each of the rooms. I could practically hear her praising everyone’s creativity and use of the spaces, and even a little hysterical giggling for one of the rooms. It was good to hear her happy again, at least for the moment, but my mind kept flashing back to when I was captured. I didn't know why at the time but… I almost felt… Heavier at that moment. I wasn’t sure if it was the guilt or if something had happened to me while I was unconscious those two days, but… I definitely felt off. A sudden chill ran up my spine, remembering the countless Nomu in those tubes and remembering what All For One had said. “Two damned days and the damned merger didn't even work!” It made me wonder if they had given me another Quirk of some kind while I was there, though I had no idea what it could possibly have been. I didn't feel any different…. Well, except for the heavy feeling…

I shook it off after giving myself a headache for a few hours, heading downstairs to the common room to join everyone else. “Ah, I’m so beat…” Kirishima was trailing off as I walked into the room, the redhead plopping onto one of the couches.

“You and me both. You done unpacking?” Sero asked.

“I think so.” Kirishima replied. 

“Feels good, right?” Izuku asked.

“I know we could’ve died, but it’s kind of exciting to be living here.” Kaminari pitched in. Izuku hummed in agreement.

“A unified class.” Iida raised his arms. “It’s the perfect way to increase our cooperation and discipline. How smart!” Iida exclaimed.

“So you never relax, do you?” Kirishima teased him.

“Hiya boys. All done with your rooms?” Mina asked as the girls joined us. Looking at them, I noticed someone was missing and gave a questioning look to Ochaco. Where was Tsu?

“Yep, we’re just unwinding now.” Kaminari answered.

“I’ve seen everyone's rooms, but I can't decide the best one.” Mom admitted, rubbing the back of her head.

“Good thing the girls and I have a great idea.” Toru piped up. 

“We should all go round and see who has the coolest room!” Mina suggested. Mineta, Izuku and Tokoyami instantly froze. Izuku gave a shout of horror.

“No, wait, you can’t go in there!” He shouted. Your room’s plastered in All Might merch, isn't it? I thought, looking at him before chasing after the girls. No way would he protest that bad if it wasn't… Sure enough, the minute we opened the door to Izuku’s room, I saw he had quite the collection of my Dad’s merch. It was practically covering every part of the room, making the girls squeal.

“It’s All Might everywhere!” Ochaco observed, voicing my thoughts on it. “You’re such a fanboy!”

“You’ve got some rare stuff in here, Midoriya.” Mom added, looking around again before seeing something familiar. She exclaimed in surprise. “Holy crap, I haven't seen this in years! It was rare too, they barely made anything of these.” What was Mom referring to? It was a poster of her in her old hero costume, standing back to back with my Dad, posing for the best poster ever made.

“What the hell? I didn’t even get one of those!” I shouted.

“My mom got it for me when I was little… It was the second thing of All Might merch that she got me.” Izuku replied, leaning forward with his hands on his desk. “And well… I admire him.” He turned redder and redder the longer everyone looked around. “This is embarrassing…”

“Does this mean… They’re judging our rooms too?!” Kaminari exclaimed.

“Probably, could end up a good time.” Sero trailed off in response. The next one was Tokoyami’s room, though at first, he stood in front of his doorway like a sentry. He scoffed.

“No way.” Was his only reply. Mina, Toru and I looked at each other before shoving Tokoyami out of the way. If Izuku was getting judged, so was Tokoyami. It took a minute, but with our combined strength, we got him to move, knocking him completely over to open the door. When we stepped inside, it was truly a haven of darkness.

“Revelry in the dark…” I mumbled as I looked around. The only light were candles that glowed purple. Honestly… I hadn't known there were candles that glowed that color… 

“So dark and scary!” Mina and Toru commented. 

“You fiends…” Tokoyami shot back, though it had barely any bite. Meanwhile, Kirishima had found a pretty sick looking keychain.

“Oh, man, I had a keychain like this when I was in middle school.” Kirishima grinned as he held it.

“So this is how boys like to decorate…” Mina murmured like she was seeing a secret.

“Please leave.” Tokoyami demanded, half as embarrassed as Izuku had been. Speaking of the green haired geek, he’d found something else.

“A sword?! So cool!” Izuku exclaimed.

“Get out!” Tokoyami demanded a bit more forcefully. The next room nearly blinded us in comparison, also known as Aoyama’s room. 

“Aren’t you dazzled?”

“I think the word you’re searching for is blinded.” I retorted.

“Shiny…” The rest of my classmates mumbled at the same time. 

“Non, non. It’s not shiny, it’s Mag-ni-fique.” I rolled my eyes and left the room with Aoyama correcting us.

“Exactly what I pictured.” Toru commented as the girls and Kaminari followed my lead.

“Honestly, I expected more.” Mina replied.

“This is turning out to be really fun!” Ochaco was practically bouncing with excitement. “The last person on this floor is-” She cut herself off and all of us froze when we saw Mineta peeking out of his room, practically foaming at the mouth. 

“Hey, come on in, girls. I’ve got so much to show you.” He beckoned us in with a finger, which honestly added to the creep factor. WIth a shudder that brought out my wings and ruffled my every feather, I dragged the girls to the elevator to the next floor. 

“So, the third floor?” Ochaco asked, and I could feel her looking at me. I put my wings away as we all piled into the elevator for the third floor, the next room we were checking out was Ojiro’s. Honestly… There wasn’t much in there. It was pretty plain looking, but it matched Ojiro, so I guess I should have seen it coming.  “Oh! It’s so bare in here.” Ochaco voiced my thoughts again.

“Did you move anything in here at all?” Toru asked him.

“Please tell me you just haven’t unpacked yet.” Mina added in, making Ojiro’s tail sink.

“Um, if we’re done here, then let’s go.” Ojiro answered. Next was Iida’s room, and it was exactly what I pictured: A well organized library, a shelf separate for multiple pairs of glasses along with the original furniture. 

“Geeze, it’s like a library in here.” Ochaco commented.

“That’s the class rep for you.” Mina replied.

“You’ll find nothing odd in here.” Iida put in.

“Nothing except the shelf dedicated to nothing but glasses.” I retorted.

“Hey! I expect them all to be destroyed during training!”

“Nothing wrong with being prepared, Iida.” Mom smiled warmly. Kaminari’s room, the next one, was just nothing but mismatched junk. That’s… That’s really all I can say to describe it…

“Really?!” All of us exclaimed.

“This is the store in the mall I’d avoid.” Kyoka spoke up.

“What?! It’s perfect!” Next was Koda’s room, and I just about died. Along with a very calming atmosphere, there was a white bunny.

“He has a rabbit! It’s so cute!” Ochaco and Mina exclaimed as I gently scooped up the bunny to pet him with the other girls.

“Hey, no fair, we don’t get pets!” Kaminari complained. “You’re trying to buy the judges’ love!” After we had our fill of bunny pets and cuddles, we left Koda’s room. “Man, this sucks. I feel so judged right now.” Kaminari whined.

“Hey, what a coincidence.” Ojiro added in. “I don’t feel great. At all.”

“Same here.” Tokoyami sulked.

“Et moi.” Aoyama continued. 

“That’s because the boys are the only ones who are getting picked on. They said it was a contest to see who has the coolest dorm room.” Mineta then pointed at us. “But what about them? We have to see the girls’ rooms to tell which one’s best. Their interior design skills should be held to the same standard as ours. Maybe even higher. Show us those dorms!”

“You’re not getting in my room, pipsqueak. We all know that’s just a perverted scheme.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“I’m into it!” Mina put in.

“Huh?!” I dropped my arms and turned my head toward her, Kyoka just as confused as I was.

“Okay, so what’re the rules?” Mina asked. “Are we figuring out who has the best taste in the class, or just the overall coolest?” 

“We’re doing this?!” Kyoka and I asked at the same time.

“This doesn’t have to be a contest.” Ojiro brought up. Sure enough, Mineta was salivating, probably planning to rummage around in our rooms. I glared at him, my hair flaming upward. I did have to admit though, I was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see Bakugo’s room, the blond having gone to bed shortly after unpacking. 

“Let’s see, who else is on the fourth floor?” Ochaco asked. “It’s Bakugo, Kirishima and Shoji, isn’t it?”

“Where is Bakugo?” Iida asked.

“Uh, he thought this was lame, so he went back to his room to sleep.” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck. “I could use some Zs, too…”

“Then we’ll do your room next!” Toru sped ahead to Kirishima’s room.

“You can sleep all you want after!” Mina went after her. 

“Not that I care, but you might not get what I’m goin’ for.” Kirishima warned us as he opened the door. Honestly, I could only think of one word…

“It’s so manly!” I exclaimed. 

“You get it! It’s a den of manliness!” Kirishima grinned.

“If I found out my boyfriend had a room that looked like this, I’d dump him.” Toru mumbled to Mina.

“So bold! Makes me wanna workout!” Ochaco exclaimed.

“You get it!’ Kirishima caught Ochaco’s excitement.

“Next up, Shouji!” Mina told us as we left the room. 

“You’re not gonna find anything interesting here.” He warned us. What I wasn’t expecting was a room with practically nothing in it at all.

“Uh, more like nothing at all, dude.” Mina and I echoed at the same time.

“So, you’re a minimalist, huh?” Shoto asked him.

“I just never understood why someone would wanna fill their room with junk.” He replied. Mineta started snooping around.

“Guys like this always have a super pervy side.” I wanted to throw something at Mineta, but it would just get stuck to his grape balls.

“All done! Let’s head up to the fifth floor!” Toru cheered.

“We’ll start with Sero!”

“Are we seriously doing everyone?” He asked before a smirk crossed his face. Sero’s room seemed like a hispanic, zen filled paradise, complete with a hammock.

“Wow!” All of us girls exclaimed.

“Excotic!” Mina complimented.

“It’s lovely!” Ochaco squealed. 

“Sero, I didn’t peg you for someone who’d like this stuff.” Kyoka smiled, a chuckle leaving Sero.

“Yup, that’s me, always the wild card.” Sero practically had his chest puffed in pride.

“Let’s keep moving!” Toru cheered.

“Next is Todoroki’s room, right?” Yaomomo asked. This should be interesting… My thoughts trailed off, wondering what Shoto’s room would look like.

“Let’s get this over with. It’s late.” He opened the door to his room and pretty much everybody was shocked at how traditional it looked. How had he managed this in just a few hours?

“So Japanese!” Sero and Mina exclaimed.

“It was even built differently!” Kaminari exclaimed.

“We’ve got these kinds of floor mats at my home. They’re much more comfortable than hardwood.”

“THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE!” Kaminari exclaimed.

“How did you remodel this entire room in just one day?” Mineta asked. Todoroki looked at him.

“With hard work.” He spoke so matter of fact, like it should have been obvious. 

“You are a beast.” Kaminari told him. That’s kinda badass though… I thought.

“He’ll make such a good pro.” Toru sighed.

“Pretty boys always have tricks up their sleeves.” Sato mumbled.

“Okay, next! The last of the guys is…” Mina trailed off. Sato sighed.

“Me.” Sato finished. All in all, Sato’s wasn’t that bad, and my sweets craving ass could smell something in the microwave oven he had in his room. “Anyway, it’s a pretty boring room.”

“All of them are after Todoroki’s.” Despite his claim that he was tired, Kirishima was still checking the rooms out with us.

“Something smells good though. What is it?” Ojiro asked.

“It smells like a chiffon cake…” I mused.

“Oh, crap I forgot about that! I finished unpacking really early, so I thought I’d bake something. Yagi’s right, though, it’s a chiffon cake. I thought we could all eat it together. It hasn’t been iced yet, but want some?” Sato said as he pulled the cake out. 

“Yeah!” Us girls all exclaimed.

“The strong guy’s an expert baker?!” Kaminari and Mineta yelled at the same time.

“I mean, his quirk runs on sugar, right? So it makes sense that he can bake the treats that give him power.” Mom told them. I’m pretty sure I lit up like a christmas tree as soon as I bit into it.

“It’s delicious! So fluffy!” Ochaco beamed with me nodding in agreement as I enjoyed my piece.

“I could eat it every day.” Toru put in.

“Forget Sero, this is unexpected.” Mina added.

“Not really.” I mumbled under my breath, but enjoying the piece of cake anyway.

“I think it’s great that you have such a fun hobby, Sato. Would you bake something to go with my tea one day?” Yaomomo asked. Sato went bright red all over.

“Uh, I seriously didn’t expect this reaction. Mrs Yagi is right though, I mostly bake as part of the training for my Sugar Quirk. Store bought sweets can get pricey.” Sato was rubbing the back of his head, and I noticed my Mom was blushing when Sato called my Mom Mrs Yagi. I smirked at her and she turned redder, making me laugh.

“That’s it for the boys. Now it’s our turn, ladies.” My stomach dropped and my smile immediately died. I had completely forgotten about it until now.

“Aw man, that’s so many rooms..” Kyoka trailed off. “Shouldn’t we turn in?”

“Come on, Jiro, live a little!” Mina chirped as we rode the elevator to the second floor again. 

“It’s kind of embarrassing…” She told us as she opened the door to her room and turned her back to us, hiding her face in her hands.

“This is so cool!” I exclaimed. She had a red and black checkered ceiling, black and white checkered floor, shelves with records on them, and instruments in pretty much every corner.

“Whoa, you’ve got so many instruments!” Kaminari put in.

“It’s because Jiro’s totally punk rock!” Toru replied.

“Can you play all of these?” Ochaco asked, turning to her.

“Yeah, at least a little.” Kyoka answered.

“You’re so badass.” I told her.

“Your room’s girlier than this.” Kaminari told Aoyama.

“Because I’ve got style.” Aoyama replied.

“Making your room glitterfied isn’t style.” I shot at him right as Kyoka used her Quirk on those two.

“We’re done here.” She practically snarled at them.

“Next is me! Welcome in, guys!” Toru’s room was. Pink… So very pink… The color was everywhere. “What’d ya think?”

“Now this is girly. So pink…” Kaminari commented. Mineta went in and went over to her dresser, wafting like he was smelling for something.

“Plus Ultra.” He murmured.

“Get away from there, Mineta, you perv!” Toru scolded him. I felt an intimidating aura and shrunk as I noticed my Mom had conjured wings made out of her energy fields, making herself look more intimidating as the purple energy turned black. Mineta saw it and froze. Tokoyami looked almost impressed while everyone else just looked horrified.

“You will behave yourself or I’ll have Shouji lock you in your room, understand?” Mom snarled.

“Y-y-yes ma’am.” Mineta was shaking as he looked at my mother in her enraged state.

“Lovely.” She growled before becoming her cheery self. “Onto the next room, then?” 

“We can do mine next!” Mina squealed, the first to recover. Everybody else looked at me. The looks on their faces were just as scared as I had felt. 

“Try being her daughter with her that mad at you…” I mumbled as I passed them to look at Mina’s room. Shit, and I thought Toru’s room was pink… Mind you, Mina had hot pink all over her room and there were splashes of black and a little purple too, but it was still a lot of pink.

“Ta dah! Isn’t it super cute!” Mina beamed.

“Whoa…” Going to Ochaco's room next, it was pretty boring compared to Mina's, but it suit her. 

“Yeah, not very interesting, I know.” Ochaco told us.

“Is this okay? It feels dirty seeing so many girls’ rooms up close. This is their private space.” Ojiro asked Tokoyami.

“Forbidden gardens.” Was Tokoyami’s only reply. 

“Next is Asui’s room.” Izuku told us.

“Wait, where is Tsu? Haven’t seen her.” Sero asked.

“Honestly, I was wondering about that myself.” I replied.

“Oh, she wasn’t feeling too good, so she’s in her room.” Ochaco answered. I frowned, exchanging glances with Mom. Mom gave me a nod. I knew it well enough to know that she’d take care of things. 

“Well, we shouldn’t bother her. She can show us later when she’s feeling better.” Kaminari told us. While the others and I moved on, I noticed Mom softly knocking on Tsu’s door to talk to her. Hopefully Mom could help her…

“Next is Yaoyorozu’s room.” Sero started as we got to the fifth floor. Mine was the last one on the docket, and honestly, I felt like I was going to pass out… 

“The thing is… I may have miscalculated a few things. My room’s a little bit more cramped than I intended, and maybe not as creative as some of yours.”

“That bed is huge! You can’t even walk in here!” Kaminari exclaimed. 

“It’s my furniture from home, so I thought it’d fit… I had no idea how small these dorm rooms would end up being.” Yaomomo trailed off. I always forget how rich she is…

“Last up is Hino’s.” Everyone looked expectantly at me. I heaved a big sigh. Goddamn it… I opened my room, stood by my desk and glared, daring anyone to make fun of my room. 

“Honestly, it’s more boring in here than I thought it would be…” Kaminari trailed off.

“Screw you! You had mismatched junk in your room for a theme!” I shot back.

“Whoa, that’s the first edition Ace poster!” Izuku pointed out my Mom’s poster, the one I had tried to hide on the back of my door. Mom smiled.

“It was one of the only things of merch that she wanted when she was little, so All Might got it for her.” Mom revealed to my own embarrassment.

"Mom!" I exclaimed. Ochaco squealed.

"Is that a Shadow the Hedgehog plushie?” She exclaimed, pointing out the plush I had on my bed. I hung my head. 

"Yes, okay? I like the Sonic Games, is that such a damn crime?!" I glowered at them.

"No, but why Shadow?" Mina asked as she picked up Shadow, "Why not Amy or Knuckles?"

“I don't have to explain myself to any of you and I won't accept any Shadow slander, got that?” I snatched Shadow away from her and held him, my wings coming out and cocooning myself.

“Isn’t Shadow a villain though?” Kirishima asked.

“Anti-hero, get out already!” I snapped. Kirishima put his hands up in surrender as I put Shadow back in his spot. 

“I don’t understand what he’s from, but he does look cool.” Shoto told me, which, I have to admit, made me melt a bit.

“When we have some spare time, I’ll show you the games.” I smiled a bit, getting a smile back in return before we went to the common room together. After a few minutes of votes being cast, Mina spoke, holding the box.

“All right, everyone, has everybody got their votes in?” She asked. “Remember, you can’t pick yourself, guys.” She said, holding up the box before the votes were counted, Mom helping her. “And now, without further ado, here are the results of the first Best Room competition, minus Bakugo and Tsu. Drumroll please!”

“With a total of five votes, the overwhelming winner of this totally awesome contest is…” Mom trailed off, keeping us anticipating her next words. “Rikido Sato!”

“Yeah, I figured that would happen.” I mumbled, leaning back and putting my arms behind my head. I had decorated my room to be my safe space, not impress everyone else…. Sato meanwhile looked shocked.

“By the way, pretty much all the girls voted for you because… That cake was delicious, I want some more.”

“That’s why?!” Sato exclaimed. Yeah, no, I voted for Sero's room, there’s a reason only five of the girls voted were yours. I thought, but kept it to myself.

“You villain! Aspiring heroes shouldn't resort to bribery!” Kaminari and Mineta yelled at him.

“It wasn't on purpose, but what the heck?!” Sato yelled back.

“Is it over? Can I sleep now?” Shoto asked.

“Yes, and since you had cake, don't forget to brush your teeth.” Iida replied before I could.

“Thanks for sticking it out.” Izuku told him.

“Sleep well, Todoroki.” I told him as he walked away. Ochaco turned to face us.

“Hey, Todoroki, wait a minute. Deku, Iida, you guys too. Yaoyorozu, Kirishima, you guys have a sec? It’s really important.” She asked. She led us outside to where Tsu was waiting, myself going mostly to support Tsu with Ochaco. 

“So, uh… Where are we going?” Kirishima asked as we set foot outside. 

“Right here. Tsu said she had something she wanted to tell everyone.” Ochaco told us. I stayed beside the girls as Tsu looked down.

“You guys know I’m pretty straightforward, and I always speak what’s on my mind. But sometimes, I don't know… I'm at a loss. Remember what I said back at the hospital when you were talking about the rescue? That going after Bakugo and Hino would break the rules, that you’d be acting like villains…”

“Yeah… Every word.” Izuku looked down. Tsu wasn't even looking up herself.

“My heart was hurting, and the things I said must've upset you.” Her voice was starting to break, prompting Ochaco and I to put a hand on each of her shoulders.

“It’s okay, Tsu.” She assured her, my nodding in agreement.

“Despite my warning, you still went and saved the two. I didn't know that until this morning… I thought I’d stopped you, but it turns out, I was worthless, a complete failure.” Tsu sniffled.

“Tsu…” I trailed off, my heart hurting for my friend. I wished I had known sooner how she was feeling, so I could have done something… 

“Suddenly, I had no idea what to say. I didn't think I deserved to joke around and have fun with everyone like usual. But…” Tsu was crying at that point, and my heart shattered. “It made me so sad to be without you. That’s why I wanted to talk to you, even if I’m still not sure how I’m supposed to be feeling… I wanted you to know so we can hang out and talk and have a good time again.” The tears tumbled out from there and I couldn't help it, I hugged her, let her cry it out.

“It’s not just you who thinks that… Everyone felt pretty bad and wanted things back to the way they used to be before…” Ochaco trailed off, rubbing Tsu’s back. “That’s why we did the room contest after Mrs Yagi suggested it, to bring us closer together and make us feel like a class again. It's all we could come up with, so please don’t think we were trying to trick you or anything… Look, what I’m saying is, let’s all work hard at our training and be good friends again, okay?” 

“Tsu!” Kirishima ran forward to get in on the hug, teary eyed himself. “I’m sorry! Thanks for telling us how you feel!”

“It’s okay!” Yaomomo jumped in too.

“I apologize!” Iida followed Yaomomo and Kirishima's lead.

“You shouldn’t feel bad.” Shoto told her.

“Asu… Tsu!” Izuku called her name.

“Listen, I won’t make you sad again!” Kirishima swore.

“Me either!”

“We promise!” Iida put in. So much had already changed, and it would continue to change, but the important thing was that we went through it all together. 

No matter what…

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[touyaspeach]

Virgin! Bakugou Katsuki x Experienced! Fem! Reader

A/N ; I had this idea but didn't know who to write it for, and after some thought I realized I haven't written for Katsuki in a long, long time. So let's fix that, shall we? This was super fun to write and it feels so fucking good to be writing again regularly. I'm glad I took a little break but I really missed it.

Summary ; You're playing a game of truth or dare when Bakugou has to admit he's a virgin. A while later and he's knocking on your dorm late one night asking you to help him rectify that. Words ; 5.7k Warnings ; fem! reader, virgin! bakugou, slight slutshaming / name calling, mentions of reader x other characters, marking (m, f), praise (m, f), oral (m), unprotected sex, bakugou gets a little possessive at some point but it's nothing intense. Thanks ; special thanks to @haikyutiehoe for betaing!!

You liked to sleep around, everyone knows it and nobody judges you for it. It’s empowering to have control and confidence in your sexuality, and it just made you so much hotter to your partners. It was known throughout the entire dorm that if anyone had questions, needed advice, or was seeking experience, they could come to you.

Your caveat, however, was that you don’t date. You like sex, you like the intimacy and the passion, but love? Relationships? That’s a whole other beast you aren’t ready to tackle. Maybe once you were finished with college, maybe once you were well on your way down a career path you’d think about it. But for now you were more than happy indulging in your carnal desires.

Some of your classmates became sort of friends with benefits, like Sero or Ochaco. They sought you out more often than the others, and they also liked to explore their own sexualities and kinks. You’d been with almost everyone at least once, save for one. The one just out of your reach, who turned down every advancement you made towards him and scoffed in your face.

He was the only one who was mean about your escapades. Casually calling you a whore, or a slut, or saying things like “no way in hell I’d sleep with someone like you.”

It hurt, sure, but that’s just Bakugou. That’s just who he is: prickly. You’d been called worse, and everyone else was so open and kind that it made him the outlier. So you let it roll like water off of your back, and moved on.

Well, mostly. You still flirted with him an absorbent amount, and teased him right back. He had boundaries, and you respected them, but light hearted banter didn’t seem to bother him. No more than any other conversation at least.

It was Kaminari’s turn to host the dorm party this time, that’s how everyone ended up together with alcohol and loud music and buzzing conversations. That’s how you learned Bakugou’s secret.

An innocent game truth or dare is not, and it’s often an excuse to get your friends to either hook up or do really obscenely gross things. Like the one time Mina dared Iida to smear peanut butter on two pieces of bread, and promptly sit on them. Fucking weird, but that’s just how it is when you put a bunch of drunk twenty-somethings in a room together with no supervision.

You didn’t often drink at these parties, and this was no exception. Because often you went home with someone, and you wanted to be sober for that. You wanted them to be sober, too, and it was much easier to help someone get there when you were able to take care of them.

Bakugou was also someone who didn’t drink often at these parties, he doesn’t really care for anything that alters his mind, especially alcohol. The only exception to that is occasionally he’ll smoke with Kaminari and Sero during finals to ease his nerves. But that’s about it.

Truth or dare, though not an innocent game by far, is still fun and a party staple, so your core group of friends ended up in a circle to play. A few of them passed around a joint and a half-empty bottle of Absolut also made its rounds.

Bakugou also never really joined in on these games, but he’d apparently lost a bet with Mina over something or other and the penalty was joining in on a game of her choice. She wasn’t about to pass up the chance to weasel some truths out of him, or put him in some compromising positions. Worst comes to worst and he has to take a drink, so really it’s win/win for her.

You plopped down between Midoriya and Kirishima, exchanging some pleasantries while Mina took the first turn spinning the bottle.

“Tsuyu!” She exclaimed, “Truth or dare!”

Tsu considered for a moment, “Truth.”

“Oooh okay! Where’s the weirdest place you’ve done it?”

You watched as the poor girl flushed slightly, cheeks staining a pretty pink. You knew the answer, of course. And mentally you said it at the same time she did.

“In the Teacher’s Lounge…”

A round of cheers for her boldness and she blushed a little darker. You remember that day, she was lamenting about being just a little pent up and so you offered your services. You made her cum on your tongue in the teacher’s lounge when you should have been in class, and she made the prettiest moans.

Tsuyu spun the bottle next, and it landed on Kirishima. He stiffened in his seat, but you all knew that Tsu’s questions and dares were rather tame, especially in comparison to Mina and Kaminari.

“Truth or dare?”

“Uhh…well… let’s go with… Dare!”

“I dare you to spin the bottle and kiss whoever it lands on.”

“Oh, that’s easy enough,” Kirishima said with an endearing smile. You wondered how many people here he’d already kissed, and how many you hadn’t.

Right, just one. You stole a glance over to the man in question, who was scrolling through his phone with a bored expression. Not paying attention to the game at all and you secretly hoped the bottle would land on him next.

Watching Kirishima kiss Todoroki was way too hot for anyone’s good. Kiri took him by the waist, tucked a strand of white hair behind his ear, and kissed him so deeply that you could see the way he melted. The tongue was unnecessary, but not unwelcome, and when they parted you could see the glisten of light on saliva connecting them. Fuck. You wondered if you could get both of them in your bed at the same time.

Another round of cheers, and Kirishima spun the bottle.

“Kaminari! My man! Truth or dare?”

“Oh, you know I’m going to pick dare, Kiri. Lay it on me.” Kaminari said with a confident smirk as he took a long drag of the joint before passing it to Sero.

“Alright, show us the most embarrassing picture on your phone.”

Kaminari laughed, swore something under his breath and pulled out his phone. It took him a few minutes of scrolling before he produced what was definitely a hilarious and embarrassing photo. It was him, two blunts in one hand and smoke coming out of his nose, while mid-sneeze.

Once everyone had their laughs, Kaminari spun the bottle.

The room went silent.

“Kacchan! Finally, man, I’ve been trying to get you to play this forever! Truth or dare?”

Bakugou looked up from his phone and his frown deepened, turned into a look of disgust before he picked truth. Of course he would.

“Alright, alright. When was the last time you had sex?”

Bakugou scoffed, rolled his eyes, “You guys are so immature. Like hell I’m telling you.”

“Alright, but if you don’t fess up you gotta driiiiinkkk~” Mina sang, sloshing the now mostly empty bottle of Absolut around.

“Ugh, why do you gotta drag me into your shitty games. Fine. I haven’t.”

Oh…. Oh that would explain things, now. Why he’d refused your advances and shrugged you off and looked down on you. He was a virgin.

“No way man, for real?!” Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero all blurted out at once.

“Yeah, now leave me the fuck alone. It’s not anyone’s business.”

It was your business. You were going to make it your business, anyway. You always respected boundaries when it came to these things, but a little private conversation with him later wouldn’t hurt, right?

“There, I played your stupid game. I’m leaving.” Bakugou said, promptly getting up and making to storm out. Mina chastised him for not being fun, and luckily everyone was too busy being shocked by the news and him abruptly leaving to notice that you quietly slipped away. It was easy to just… wait for him right outside the door to the dorm. It wasn’t long before he slung the door open and slammed it shut with a curse under his breath. His posture was guarded, hands stuffed deep into his pockets, back haunched, and shoulders high. He’s obviously uncomfortable.

“Hey! Bakugou!” you called, making to move beside him and walk with him. Back to his own dorm, probably.

“What the hell do you want?”

“Hey, easy I just wanna talk.”

“You just wanna talk, huh? You gonna make fun of me or laugh at me?”

“What? No, I wouldn’t do that. I’m not an ass, Bakugou.”

He scoffed, but seemed to loosen up just a little.

“I just wanted to talk, I think everyone was surprised you’re a virgin.”

“Yeah, well, it’s nobody’s fucking business. Especially not a whore like you,” he picked his pace up to brush past you, intending to end the conversation there. He should have known better.

“You just carry yourself with the confidence of someone who’s experienced,” You said, keeping pace but not walking next to him any longer. Boundaries.

“I’m sorry,” you said a little softer, and that caused him to look back at you over his shoulder.

“What the fuck for?”

“I come on strong, I know I made you uncomfortable, and if I’d have known you were a virgin I would’ve let you be ages ago. I thought you were just being hard to get.”

“Tch, whatever. It’s fine.” He grumbled, and turned his attention forward.

Was it? It was? Wait… did he maybe… like the attention? You bit your lip in an effort not to grin.

“You know, though, I was being genuine. I think you’re crazy sexy and I really do wanna sleep with you.”

That seemed to take him off guard, because Bakugou stopped right in his tracks and whirled around to face you.

“Can you fucking drop it? Leave me alone, I’m not talking about this with you.”

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry. I just wanted to apologize,” you said, holding both hands in front of you in surrender. He left you there without another word, stomping down the hall and slamming his own door as if it’d change things.

It was nearly an entire month later when he talked to you again. Whatever you said must have really pissed him off, because he wouldn’t even make his usual snide remarks and insults. He just avoided you and ignored you.

The text came late on a Friday evening. Finals were around the corner and most dorm parties had slowed down in favor of buckling down to study, you were no exception. That’s why you were awake so late, cramming as much information into your tired brain as you could. Your phone dinged, but you ignored it. No time for a booty call with Calculus on the line.

But then it dinged again, and again, and you picked it up with the intention of silencing it when you saw who was messaging you.

It was Bakugou. You wondered what the hell he could possibly want from you at this time of night. Maybe help with studying or something? Or maybe something happened with Kirishima or Kaminari?

Hey

Can we talk?

I know it’s late.

You had to retype your reply what felt like a hundred times in your eagerness to finally be on speaking terms with him.

Yeah, what’s up?

He immediately started typing a response, and it was like suddenly your homework and studies didn’t matter at all. He was talking to you, and he wasn’t being an ass. Was he okay?

Open up. I’m outside.

You all but jumped out of your chair and bounded to your door. He could’ve just knocked, you didn’t have a roommate. Maybe he was being polite to the others who were surely either sleeping or studying.

“Hey,” he said casually as you peered out into the dimly lit hallway. Damn him for being so pretty, wearing a black tanktop and black sweatpants, so effortlessly attractive. How in the hell was he still a virgin walking around looking like that?

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah just-... Can I come in?”

“Oh, uhh sure,” you said, stepping aside for him. He sauntered over to your bed and plopped down as if this place was his own. Well…okay then. You closed and locked the door, and made your way back over to your desk.

“So?” You started, looking over at him curiously.

He sighed heavily, leaned back on strong arms, and looked at the ceiling. “This is so fucking stupid.”

“I’m sorry?”

A groan this time, and he fell back against the plush of your blankets, bringing both hands to cover his face as he groaned again.

“Fuck, this is way harder than I thought. Shit.”

You were starting to get frustrated. What was he even doing here with no explanation after having avoided you for weeks?

“I don’t know what’s going on, Bakugou, but if you came here just to-”

“Give me a second, alright? Fuck, woman, I’m out of my fucking comfort zone here. Shit.”

You shrugged. Fine, if he wanted to be that way then you had studying to do. He could let himself out when he was done being weird.

Moments passed in silence, and although you really were trying to pay attention to the notes scattered before you, it was impossible. You read the same sentence probably fifteen times and you couldn’t repeat it with a gun to your head.

“I…” Bakugou said, finally breaking the silence, you hadn’t noticed that he’d sat up “I want you to fuck me. Or, no, shit, I want to fuck you. Or… fuck, I don’t know how the hell to say it. God dammit, this is stupid.”

You looked over to him, eyes wide. Did he.. Did he really just say that? He wanted you to take his virginity?? For real? Why? What happened in the last month for him to go from brushing you off to ignoring you and now to this?

“Don’t make that face at me, I thought long and hard about this, you little shit. I want to, if you want to. I guess..Ugh, Look, it’s not that I particularly like you or anything, I just think that if I’m going to choose who I do it with, someone experienced is better than not, yeah?”

You nodded, still processing his words. Yeah, of course you wanted to fuck Bakugou. You’d been barking up that tree for literally years! And you weren’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you still really weren’t understanding why you. Why all of a sudden.

“Okay… so?” His voice was quieter now, you could hear thinly veiled doubt lacing his tone.

“So what?”

“Do you want to or not?”

“Y-yeah? Yes! I do… but it’s just kind of hard for me to believe that you do. I mean I’ve been trying to get you to sleep with me since Freshman year, and now suddenly you’re all gung ho for it? I just don’t really understand.”

He sighed heavily again, “I already told you why. It’s simple as that.”

You studied him for another moment, looking for any sign of doubt or any waiver of resolve, and found none.

“Are you even attracted to me? Like, won’t it be hard to get it up if you’re not?”

That, apparently, took him off guard, because at your question, Bakugou sputtered and coughed into his hand. A pink blush dusted his cheeks and the bridge of his nose that he tried to hide. You smirked, that was far too cute for him to be such an ass to you so much.

Another moment passed, and he finally looked up at you, his brows pinched together in the middle. “I… fuck why’d you have to put me on the spot like this? Yeah you’re… you’re pretty or whatever.”

Wasn’t he the one putting you on the spot? You shrugged, you’d play this game if that’s what he wanted. He obviously was swallowing his pride by being here, and admitting these things. It’s not the first time this has happened either, you’d been the one to guide several others through their first time. You pretty much knew what you were doing and getting into.

You stood, closed the distance between the desk and the bed, and promptly straddled his lap. The way Bakugou’s face scrunched up in shock and flushed from the sudden proximity was way too endearing. He sat up straight then, his hands automatically going to your hips, except he paused before actually touching you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “It’s okay, you can touch me…Katsuki.”

He swallowed hard at your use of his given name, and when he spread his palms along your body he huffed out a muffled, “fuck.”

“Before we start,” you said, licking your lips and leveling him with direct eye contact, “we need to lay down some ground rules, yeah? Is there anything you specifically want to try or do? Or anything you don’t want?”

“I…I don’t know. It’s not like I’ve ever done anything like this before.” This close, with pride and pretenses set aside, you started to see a more vulnerable side to him. He was nervous, that much you could tell, and he was already hard. You didn’t even acknowledge it. Not yet.

“Okay, well we’ll just go slow and you can tell me if you’re uncomfortable or you want to stop. I’ll be gentle, I promise,” you brought your hands around to cup his cheeks, softly running your thumbs along his cheekbones, and his eyes fluttered closed.

Had he even so much as kissed before? You weren't sure, but judging by the way he practically melted into just this simple touch you knew you were going to have to be extra careful with him. Slow, and sweet, and intimate.

“Can I kiss you?” The question caught you off-guard. You hadn’t expected him to ask for anything, much less initiate something.

“You don’t have to ask, okay? Just do what feels right. I’ll guide you.”

You carefully pressed your lips to his and you could feel his breath hitch and his body stiffen before he relaxed and followed your lead. You pulled back just for a moment and then kissed him again, this time with more intention behind the action. You kneaded your lips against his and he did the same. Always barely a step behind you, learning from you through doing and repeating.

You darted your tongue out to lick over his mouth and he groaned softly. It was an obscenely sexy sound that sent heat flooding straight to your core. You took the opportunity from his parted lips to taste him and felt his breathing pick up. Distinctly peppermint. He’d probably anticipated kissing would happen at some point and brushed his teeth just before coming.

That was surprisingly considerate of him, though you didn’t have much time to lament over that fact because he was just as quick to meet your tongue with his. It was sloppy, drool dripping down your chin and his as he pushed into your mouth. You let him take the lead, and trailed your fingertips down his chest, his belly, to toy with the hem of his tank top.

Only when he felt you touch his bare skin did he finally pull away, crimson eyes heavily lidded, cheeks flushed and chest heaving.You pushed the fabric up and over his abs, over his chest, and he met you to take it off completely.

You knew, in theory, that Katsuki had a hot body, he worked out a lot, was really passionate about fitness and health, so you shouldn’t be surprised. And yet when faced with it first hand you almost couldn’t believe it.

Seriously, how the hell was he a virgin?

And yet, he groaned when you touched him. Even just running your hands along the length of his body, feeling his muscles and gently smoothing over his chest. It was such a simple, easy act but to him it must have felt electric.

He fell backwards, letting you do what you wanted with a soft exhale. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his jaw, the side of his neck and down to his clavicle. He shivered when you licked a long stripe up the length of his throat, ending right at his earlobe which you gently took between your teeth and pulled. He groaned again, a little higher in pitch this time.

“So fucking pretty for me, Katsuki. You’re doing so well,” you hummed.

“Y-yeah?”

“Mmhmm.”

You continued kissing down his body, pausing at his hips to suck a few love marks into the tender skin there. It caused him to buck up slightly, twitch away from you, and moan again. He must be really sensitive on his hips to have such a reaction, and you took a chance by nipping at them slightly.

“Fuck-” he mewled, and then sat up quickly when he felt you start to pull down his sweats.

“What are you-”

“Relax,” you cooed, “I’m gonna blow you for a bit, stop me before you cum if you get too close though, okay?”

“God-yeah…yeah okay… fuck are you sure?”

When you pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock sprang free, slapping against his belly softly and standing at attention. It was pretty, just as pretty as the rest of him. Long and girthy, with a head that flushed red, and a spattering of blond hair at the base that trailed up to his bellybutton.

You took him in hand, and felt his body shudder as you started to pump him. Taking your time and moving slowly, you pressed a few more kisses to his inner thighs, sucking another hickey into one when he huffed out another breathy moan.

Nothing prepared you for the sound he made when you wrapped your lips around him for the first time. Bakugou whined, high pitched and pitiful as his hips bucked up automatically, forcing him down your throat. Luckily you were prepared for this, and were already breathing through your nose and relaxing yourself.

You swirled your tongue around, massaging the sensitive underside and enjoying just how much he filled your mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck, oh god, y-yeah fuck yeah-” Katsuki babbled as you began to bob your head and hollow your cheeks. You took special care to suckle on his cockhead like it was the most delicious lollipop you’d ever had before plunging him back into your throat.

You pulled off of him with a pop and smiled as you met smoldering red eyes, “you can touch me, it’s okay. If you want to put your hands in my hair or fuck into my mouth. You’re in control here, what makes you feel good?”

One thing you loved about Katsuki was just how eager he was, it took no convincing for him to pull your hair up into one fist and start thrusting his hips up. You kept your eyes on him as he fucked your throat. Watching his expression twist with pleasure as he did was so worth it, even as tears stung your eyes and saliva ran down your chin.

“Shit,” he swore, pulling you off of him suddenly, “Don’t.. Fuck… don’t wanna cum yet.”

You wiped the spit off of you with the back of your hand and moved back over him to kiss him once more. This time it was far less sloppy, less tongue and more pressure, and he slid his hands up your thighs, your hips, your sides. What a fast learner! And now that he wasn’t afraid to touch you, you were starting to really get hot.

“More,” you hummed against him, “Touch me more.”

You placed both your hands over his, and guided them up to cup your breasts. You gave them a good squeeze to show him how you liked it before letting him take over. He moaned against your mouth as he kneaded your chest, his hips rolling up to rub his cock against your thigh.

“Fuck, can I see them?”

No hesitation as you all but ripped your shirt over your head and threw off your bra. He could learn how to finesse the clasps later, this was about him and his first time. Not about how well he could maneuver a bra.

A rush of air exited his lungs as your tits bounced with the movement, and the next second his hands were on you again.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, “You’re… so much sexier than I thought you’d be.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? You moaned softly when he pinched both of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and as soon as you did his gaze shot to your face. He rolled them carefully, drawing more sweet noises from you, and he decided he really liked that.

“Fuck that’s hot. You like having your tits played with?”

You nodded, and then ground your hips against his, pressing hard against his dick. He groaned again and switched back to kneading and squeezing as you both moved in unison. You could feel the heat from him through your shorts. You could feel how eager, and ready he was for you.

“Katsuki,” you said, voice high and dripping with arousal.

“Yes? Y/n?”

“Are you ready?”

He swallowed hard, trailed strong fingers down to press them into your hips and dipped thumbs below your waistband. He rubbed slow circles into the flesh there.

“Yeah,” was all he said in return and you pulled yourself away from him. You made a show of slowly pulling off your shorts and panties, shimmying them down your ass and thighs, bending over to give him a good view as you removed them completely.

He whined again at the sight, followed by a curse. Would he make such noises when fully hilted inside of you? You turned back around to see him in all his glory. Muscles proudly on display, cock fully hard and curving deliciously towards his naval, expression twisted with desire that darkened rubied eyes.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, a quiet confession carried on a whisper, which caused you to blush. Funny how one sincere compliment from him had your heart fluttering far more than the idea of fucking him. But this wasn’t the time to catch feelings. This was about sex, and that’s it.

You smiled, crawling back over him to hover your soaking cunt just above his dick. “So are you, Katsuki.”

He snaked a hand behind your head, tangled his fingers in your hair to pull you down for another kiss. This one was long, and far slower and sweeter than the two prior. It made your head spin and butterflies flit around in your belly. How unfair of him to catch onto things so quickly, to be such a natural at everything he does.

You felt his cockhead rub against your entrance as he parted your lips and laved over your tongue with his. He drank down your quiet moans, moving against you more to coat him in your arousal.

“Can I put it in?” He asked, words muffled as his lips never left yours. You nodded and swirled your hips around, sinking down just a little in encouragement.

Katsuki’s whole body shivered when he buried himself deep inside you, his eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned the most pornographic sound you’d ever heard. You clenched, how was he so fucking hot?

“Shit you’re so tight,” he groaned, gripping your hips and pulling you up only to slam you back down.You could ride him, be he seemed more than happy to bounce you on his cock like this, and he was definitely strong enough to do most of the work, so you weren’t complaining.

His thrusts were slow at first, deep as he found his stride. Katsuki wasn’t stupid, he’s watched porn, he knows roughly what to do. It was when he added a rotation to his hips, bullying his cockhead up against your sweet spot and making you throw your head back with a moan, that he started picking up the pace.

Cries of his name fell from your lips as he started fucking you with purpose, the slapping of skin on skin and the lewd sound of your slick gushing around his cock filled the room. Combined with both of your moans it was a cacophony of pleasure.

Katsuki reached his hands around to grab your ass, squeezing hard and then slapping them both down. You yelped, and pouted down at him, and he just grinned in return. He took both of your arms by your wrists and pulled you down so that you were flush against him. You could feel how hard his heart was pounding through your chests, and he kissed you again.

He was unrelenting as he pistoned in and out of you, chasing his own release as you sloppily licked and lapped at each other’s tongues and lips. It felt so good to have him fuck you like this, and so very unexpected for someone inexperienced. But he was always amazing at pretty much everything, wasn’t he?

Always picking up new things with ease, learning quickly, acing exams and even when it came to working out he always seemed leagues above the rest. Sex was no different, and if this is the only time you get to fuck Bakugou Katsuki, then you’re sure as hell going to remember it for a long time.

His hand found its way to the back of your neck beneath your hair, and he squeezed gently, using the grip to crush you closer to him and fuck you harder. If he kept this up you were definitely going to cum soon.

You broke the kiss to say just that, “Katsuki… I’m … I’m gonna cum…fuck-”

He licked his lips, let his head fall back, and a low groan that was almost a growl rumbled in his chest. “Yeah? Fuck I need to feel you cum on my cock, y/n. Please cum for me, baby.”

It was the pet name that sent you over the edge, so intimate you’d never seen it coming. It hit you hard, and he held you close by securing an arm around your waist as you came with a drawn out moan of his name.

“Shit, fuck yeah, that’s it. Cum for me pretty girl, you’re so fucking amazing, holy shit,” he praised, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm.

Confidence soared in his chest, and he took this opportunity to roll over so that he was on top of you. You were still reeling from the intensity, and he was still bullying his cock against your sweet spot. He kissed your jaw, down to your throat where he latched on to suck a pretty love mark there. It would be visible, that he knew, and something in him shifted.

He liked the idea of you being marked up, knowing it was him leaving them on you. He liked the thought of being the only guy you wanted to fuck. Of being the best for you in spite of all the others you’d had. He wanted you for himself, and when he realized that he sucked more visible marks into your skin.

“K-Katsuki-” you moaned, he was unrelenting, never stopping to even let you rest. He drew back, only to hoist one of your legs over his shoulder and lean into you, hitting deeper and deeper and making you cry out louder.

He grunted, huffed and groaned the closer he got, and you could tell by the swell of his cock and the stutter of his hips just how soon he’d be filling you up. You reached down between you to rub frantically at your clit, sensing your second one coming up far too quickly.

“Shit…” he huffed, gripping one hand on your thigh and the other on your hip, “I’m gonna.. Gonna cum soon. Is it okay if-?”

“Yes! It’s okay. Please, Katsuki, please cum inside. Fuck I need your cum!” you nearly sobbed.

“Fuck yeah, god I’m stuff your perfect pussy full of my cum, shit, baby, I’m cumming-” his body jerked as pleasure washed over him, he buried himself all the way inside as deep as he could as he pumped hot seed right against your cervix. Between that and the attention you were giving your clit, you came right after.

Katsuki did his best to fuck you through yours, even though he was incredibly, painfully sensitive. Once you were both starting to come down from the heights of lust, he pulled out, letting his cum practically gush out and down to the bedsheets.

You were both still panting, covered with sweat and reeling, and he kissed you again. He kissed you like you were the most important thing in the world to him, like he genuinely cared about you, and it made your heart clench in spite of yourself.

You don’t do relationships. That was your one caveat. Not for anyone, and especially not for him. You shouldn’t forget how mean he’d been to you, the names he’d called you, how he avoided you for so long over something so trivial. This was simply a favor between classmates, nothing more. Nothing less.

But fuck if the way he was looking at you now didn’t make your heart do sommersaults in your chest. How unfair. Nobody’s ever looked at you like that. Not once since you’d started dating and became sexually active. No boyfriend or fling or fuckbuddy has ever given you such an expression so full of love and adoration.

Why did he have to do that? Why couldn’t he just leave like everyone else?

He looked at you for a long time, just gazing into your eyes as his body relaxed.

“Y/n,” he said after a long, long time.

“Katsuki..?”

He paused, drew his bottom lip in between his teeth as he considered his next words carefully.

“I.. I’m sorry for being such a dick to you. It was shitty of me, but don’t you dare tell anyone I apologized for it or I’ll go right back to it.”

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, his words held absolutely no venom.

“It’s fine. I hope your first time was everything you wanted it to be.”

“I always thought my first time would be with someone I cared about.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t hide the disappointment in your voice. “I’m sorry I-” He cut you off before you could continue.

“I’m glad I was right.”

[literaryobsession]

regret | katsuki bakugo x reader

summary: you receive a drunk voice message from your ex

warning: cursing and alcohol

"Hey hey you-"

The message began. You knew that familiar deep voice, even though you haven't heard it for what - three years? It was still the same, it still made your heart pound quickly, as though he was leaning close to your ear, his presence making you nervous again.

"Dunno why I called. I erased your number but apparently I still remember the entire damn thing."

You deleted his number too.

After that big fight (which you honestly don't remember what it was about), you and Katsuki Bakugo went your separate ways. He left your shared apartment and moved in with his bestfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. You honestly thought it wasn't going to be permanent but when weeks turned to months, you realized he wasn't coming home.

So you deleted his number.

"Hope this doesn't go to some extra. Hate to be wrong."

But he was right. Katsuki Bakugo remembered your number and he left you a this voice message.

"Glad to see you last night."

So he did saw you.

It was a mini reunion of the class. Mina Ashido spearheaded it all. She made sure her apartment could accommodate everyone and she did. You arrived late, Katsuki was already there. You two made sure to not be stuck in one room where you would have to talk.

He was talking with Sero and Denki while you were surrounded by Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, Tsu, and Izuku.

You made sure you weren't alone that night. Even though you weren't affected by him anymore - right??? - you still didn't want to face him.

What will you even say?

"You look great. You look just like the day we met."

You frowned a bit, what did he mean by that? You two met in school, you were unsure of yourself and had shorter hair. You grew it out and took greater care of yourself now.

Maybe he meant something else that only he knew.

It wasn't very unlikely, he kept a lot of his thoughts and feelings to himself. Even when you were dating.

"I missed you. I really really fucking missed you."

You honestly didn't expect that. You don't know what to expect with him.

Then you heard him drinking - was he seriously calling you while he was finishing off a bottle of alcohol?

Katsuki Bakugo doesn't drink very much. In fact, it was Sero Hanta who taught him how to. Even with friends who enjoyed it, Katsuki never really indulged. The only times he really resorts to alcohol is when he's stressed out and the problem at hand can't be solved by a punching bag from the gym.

"Are you dating anyone right now? Gawd, I just know you are. What kind of idiot lets you go?"

You rolled your eyes at the irony.

Do you really want to hear this, you wondered. It took you years to get over him. You wanted to just delete the entire message and just go on with your life. Your happy happy-

"I'm the idiot. I fucking let you go."

You could almost hear the pain in his voice. It was either that or you were simply making it up just to provide comfort in your heart that Katsuki regrets letting you go.

"Can we try again? Y/N, risk it again with me."

The years worth of moving on suddenly became useless. When you heard that, you felt a surge of emotion, like how you felt when you realized nothing was going to go back to normal. Katsuki left you. He, who promised never to leave, packed up and moved in with his best friend.

You never heard from him, never even received replies from the messages you sent asking him to talk.

You remembered the days you spent in the dark coves of your empty apartment, only for Mina and the girls to pull you out and help you get better.

You remembered the pain, the tears, and the dark days.

"I lo-"

And then the line went dead.

It shook you to the core. You wanted to make sure you were hearing it correctly, that he wanted you back, that he lo-

“I was just drunk. Don’t take it too seriously, geez.”

[strawhatsweets]

What if y/n was having a girls night and they started talking about lewd stuff or kinks (maybe they were playing T or D? Idk) and the mha guys they liked or are in a relationship with BUTTT it turns out they boys were eavesdropping ANDD THEY GOT ALL HOT AND BOTHERED AND WANTED TO FULFILL Y/ns FANTASY💘💦 you can pick which one ends up with y/n……….I’m not super sure how your requests work (I didn’t find your rules) uh so if it doesn’t work like this please ignore this 🙈😳🤭 thank you 

skrtttt my first request! I made a rule page after seeing this bc i realized that i didnt have one- but YES okay onward-

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sleepover fantasies

bakugou x fem!reader

aged up! american college AU

I made some changes but kept the basic idea of the request! I hope you enjoyyy!

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: SMUT, Nosy ass boys, sex toys, discussion about fantasies and kinks, choking mentioned, impact play mentioned, choking, face fucking mentioned, the name princess used, oral (fem recieving), unprotected sex, gagging on fingers, cream pie, small aftercare, the whole fic is sexual, not proofread

!!come to my asks to be a part of my taglist! just let me know what kinds of fics/ what fandom/ what characters/ etc you want to be tagged in! Requests are open!!!!

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Being in college meant more work and less time with friends. Obviously, this takes a toll on a whole group of friends that have been together for years. So, naturally, Mina and Kirishima decide to plan a once a month group sleepover at their shared apartment just off campus.

A lot of the time, it started with everyone- Denki, Bakugou, Sero, Kirishima, Deku, Todoroki, Mina, Y/n, Ochako, Jirou, Asui, and Momo- in the living room lightly drinking, smoking, playing Mario Kart, debating random shit that didn't matter, and ordering food. It would always end with the guys in the living room and the girls in Mina and Kirishima's shared bedroom.

And thats exactly how tonight went.

Tossing their bags in various spots around the room, Jirou found herself sat on the floor next to Momo- who was half asleep. Ochako and Asui sat on bean bags they dragged in from the living room. Mina and Y/n flopped themselves on the bed. A collective sigh rang through the room as the girls were all relieved to be away from the guys for the time being.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP- YOU CHEATED SPARKY." Bakugou's voice was loud enough to boom through the shut bedroom door.

"I DID NOT- AND EVEN IF I DID YOU CANT KILL ME-" Denki sounded panicked.

"LIKE HELL I CANT-" Bakugou shouted back, the sound of Kirishima trying to calm the angrier of the blondes down made the girls laugh.

"God- how do they have so much energy still?" Momo asked, leaning her head on Jirous shoulder with her eyes closed.

"How are you so tired? Its like- 10 pm." Mina asked, laying on her stomach facing the girl in question.

"This week sucked- too many tests and projects all at once." Momo responded with closed eyes.

"Oh my god- me too! Why do all professors plan this shit in the same week?" Ochako piped in, earning a nod of agreement from Asui.

"They're all in on it together Im convinced." Asui added, making Jirou giggle.

"Just wanna see us fail-" Jirous thought was interrupted.

"YOU FUCKIN NASTY BITCH." Y/n yelled, hopping up from the bed, pink vibrator and a pair of keys in hand.

"OH MY GOD NO-" Mina tried to get the pink toy out of Y/ns hand to no avail as she jumped on the bed away from her.

"What the hell?!" Ochako asked, marveling at the scene playing out in front of her.

"WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE THESE ON THE NIGHT STAND-" Y/n asked.

"ITS CLEAN I SWEAR- IT NEEDED TO DRY OFF FROM BEING CLEANED OFF." Mina exclaimed, snatching the toy from Y/n's hand.

"What the hell are these for?" Y/n asked, flopping back down onto the bed, dangling the keys in front of her face.

"I think I could tell ya-" Jirou said, pointing to the headboard where one end of a pair of cuffs was locked.

"YOU DIRTY BITCH-" Y/n started laughing.

"Oh shut up, he looked fuckin good today and I couldn't wait until everyone left tomorrow." Mina laughed with her, taking the keys from her and unlocking the cuffs from the bed.

Mina crouched down under next to the bed, pulling out a big black box.

"You're fuckin kidding me." Jirou said.

"No way!" Ochako leaned forward to see what was in the box.

"Oh my god youre all children!" Mina yelled, opening the box of sex toys and putting the toy, cuffs, and keys back where they belong.

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The unusually high amount of commotion coming from the room where the girls were got all of the guys' attention.

"Theyre loud tonight." Kirishima said, starting the obvious.

"Thanks captain obvious." Bakugou scoffed.

"Shut up!" Kirishima said, throwing a pillow at Bakugous head.

"I wonder what the commotion is." Sero said, thinking out loud.

"Wanna find out?" Denki asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"What, just go in and ask why theyre being loud? Thats rude." Todoroki inquired.

"No, you simple minded man. We eavesdrop!" Denki exclaimed as if it were obvious.

"No! We cant- thats invading their privacy!" Deku's face reddened.

"You're such a pussy." Bakugou said to the green haired boy, throwing the pillow at him instead of back at Kiri.

"C'monnnn they HAVE to be talking about something good- we never know what they do in there!" Denki said, thinking of his deepest fantasies.

"Oh god- what are you thinking about in that tiny brain?" Sero asked, tapping Denki's forehead.

"C'mon! I'm going- it's gotta be interesting." Denki said, walking towards the room.

The remaining boys sat in silence until Sero stood and followed Denki. "He has a point- they could be talking shit."

"It could be something embarrassing and funny! I could always use more ammo against Mina. C'mon." Kirishima said, Standing, dragging Bakugou with him.

The remaining boys followed, not wanting to be left out, Deku muttering to himself about privacy.

Leaned up against the door, Denki signaled the guys to be silent.

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"NO WHAT IS THAT ONE-" Y/n yelled, lunging forward to the box, reaching in. She and Mina were always closer than the rest of the girls, so this was nothing out of the ordinary. They invaded each others personal space and belongings on the daily.

She pulled out an O gag, holding it up in awe.

"It's to keep my mouth open." Mina explained simply with a small smirk.

"Oh my god." Y/n felt like she discovered the secrets of the world in this box. "What about this?" She asked, the rest of the girls gathering around, Momo suddenly more awake than ever.

"That one-" Mina took the toy from Y/n. "-is a vibrating butt plug."

"Holy shit." Y/n sat back on her butt, wanting to learn what everything was.

"Is that a fucking whip?" Momo asked.

"Sure is- I like that shit." Mina said plainly, holding the small whip in her hand.

"Like...being hit is a turn on for you?" Ochako asked, sitting next to Y/n.

"Only with consent and in a certain setting. Its just harder spanking." Mina explained.

"Spanking?" Y/n asked.

"Yeah- the basics. Spanking, hair pulling-" Mina started.

"Have you never done that stuff, Y/n?" Jirou asked.

"No. I mean nobody has ever like...Its always been quick hook ups ya know?" Y/n explained.

"I havent either... I'm too nervous." Ochako admitted.

"Oh my god! Ladies! You should experience your fantasies! You deserve it!" Mina exclaimed.

"You really should be able to, but with someone you trust." Asui added.

"I dont know if Izuku would be into it...I'd love for him to pull my hair sometimes though..." Ochako blushed.

"Never know till you ask!" Mina said.

"God- I want to know what it all feels like. I need to get laid." Y/n sighed.

"Aw baby! What are your fantasies? We can find ya someone!" Mina offered, sitting with the rest of the girls.

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"Damn Kirishima!" Denki whisper yelled to the blushing red head.

"Didn't know you two got down like that man." Sero whispered. "Props."

"What does- Ochako wants me to- what!?" Deku whisper yelled.

Bakugou didn't respond. He was too tuned into the girls' conversation, wanting to hear with his crush would say about her fantasies. He had been pining over Y/n for years from a distance, admiring her courage, her humor, her talent, and her ass- sorry boobs- sorry hips- sorry intelligence.

"Shut up, you idiots." He finally whispered, making the boys lean back in to the door.

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"Well, I mean hair pulling and spanking is a given- but like. I want the whole uh- calling someone daddy. Being called names maybe? I dont know, I've seen some stuff in porn too- like being bent over a counter? Or do shit in public even? God that sounds weird when I say it out loud-" Y/n said, shaking her head, trying to laugh it off.

"It isnt weird!" Asui reassured her.

"Babe, you just saw my gags, cuffs, and dildos. You're not weird." Mina giggled.

"Oh the gags too!" Ochako piped in. "I love that idea."

"I wanna be gagged with fingers not a ball." Y/n admitted.

"Oh my god- you would love being face fucked." Jirou chuckled.

"Face fucked?" Y/n asked.

"Like when a guy pretty much uses your mouth to get off." Mina explained.

"Oh... yeah... thats-" Y/n blushed and laughed, the entire group of girls laughing.

"You're a subby bitch, huh?" Mina asked.

"Guess so!" Y/n replied, laughing further.

"You need to be tied up and fucked-" Mina started, Y/n stopping her by yelling.

"STOPPP Oh my god SHUT UP." Y/n was red and warm.

"Who would it be?" Ochako asked.

"What?" Y/n replied.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" Jirou asked, catching on.

"Oh my god yeah!" Asui leaned in.

"Who who who!" Mina shook the girl's shoulders.

"IM NOT GONNA JUST SAY IT WHEN HES LITERALLY IN THE SAME APARTMENT-" Y/n admitted, shaking Mina shoulders as well.

"ITS ONE OF THE GUYS?!"

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"Oh fuck." Denki muttered.

Bakugou's face was red and he was thinking about all of the things he wanted to do to the seemingly innocent girl on the other side of the door.

"I bet its Sero." Denki whispered.

"Nah, I'm betting Todoroki." Sero replied.

"Totally not me." Todoroki whispered.

"Shut. Up." Bakugou seethed.

The guys all shut their mouths, realizing Bakugou wanted his name to come out of her mouth.

"Oh shit-" Denki started.

"Dont." Kirishima warned.

Denki chuckled and leaned back in to the door.

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"No- I'm not saying. It would NEVER happen anyways." Y/n said, blushing and looking to the floor.

"Is it Todoroki?!" Ochako asked.

"No its totally Sero." Jirou said.

"No no no it HAS to be Denki-" Momo started, the girls all debating with each other, except for Y/n and Mina.

"Oh my god." Mina said quietly, realization hitting her. "OH my GOD." She said again, louder, making everyone silently look at her.

"It's fucking Bakugou." Mina said, sure that she was right.

"No way." Asui said, convinced otherwise.

"Its absolutely Bakugou isn't it?" Mina asked her best friend with a smirk.

"FUCK OFF- oh my god- its not like- he wouldnt even- he wouldnt look in my direction- its not a big deal!" Y/n stuttered around her words, hating that she was found out.

"HOLY SHIT." Jirou yelled in shock.

"You really must want degradation." Momo chuckled.

"Shut up- he's literally the hottest guy I've ever met." Y/n stated, crossing her arms.

"OH MY GOD!" Ochako squealed.

"No- like- and his voice?! God, call me princess and choke me OUT." Y/n said, full thirst mode activated.

"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER." Mina yelped.

"No because like- I want Todoroki to ruin me." Momo admitted, taking the pressure off of Y/n.

"Seriously- I want Denki to live his nasty fantasies out with me." Jirou said, joining in.

"Sero could bound me up any day." Asui added.

"I need Izu to be mean to me so bad." Ochako groaned.

"Kirishima is so fucking good- guys. Last night, he ate my ass and I couldve died happy right there."

"The way I need Bakugou to touch me literally all over- his hands are so hot." Y/n continued.

"OH dont even get me started on hands." Ochoko laughed.

"Get Bakugou to like.. hang out with you. One on one." Jirou suggested.

"No no no, I've come to terms with that never happening, He would never go for me- I'm sure he barely knows I exist." Y/n said, waving her hands in front of her.

"That's so not true- youre so hot!" Mina said, smacking her hands down.

"If he doesn't want you, hes insane." Jirou added.

"Gah- whatever. It's not like its gonna happen tonight or whatever- just. Can we drop it?" Y/n asked, feeling the insecurities creeping in.

"Yeah- no problem babes. Oh! Wanna watch New Girl?" Ochako suggested.

"Yes!" Asui, Mina, and Momo said in unison.

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"Momo... wants me to ruin her? What's that even mean?" Todoroki wondered out loud as the guys walked back out to the living room.

"I can pull Ochakos hair lightly. And be like moderately mean-" Deku thought out loud as well.

"Shut up- JIROU WANTS ME!" Denki jumped around the living room.

"And Asui wants me!!" Sero joined the blonde in jumping around.

"Dude..." Kirishima sat down next to a blushing Bakugou.

"What, shitty hair?"

"You're into Y/n arent you?" He asked, making the remaiining guys stop and look at them.

"No!" Bakugou got even redder.

"Oh my god. And she wants your fingers down her throat!" Denki celebrated.

"Shut up!" Bakugou said, putting a pillow over his lap.

"Make a move!" Sero said, patting his friends shoulder.

"I know I'm gonna make a move on Jirou tomorrow-" Denki said, settling down.

"I'm going to ask Momo out." Todoroki confirmed with himself.

"Can we just- turn something on." Bakugou said, throwing the remote at Deku, making him come back to earth.

"O-oh yeah. Sorry Kacchan."

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Y/n woke up around 3 am, the need to pee stronger than any thought in her mind. Getting up, she stepped over her friends on the floor, all asleep.

Meanwhile, Bakugou was awake getting water from the kitchen, noting mentally that all of the guys were passed out.

Hearing light footsteps, he turned his head to see Y/ns figure walking to the bathroom, light turning on as she disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door.

His hands shook a little as he remembered all the things she said about him that night, the blood rushing to his dick.

"Tch." He scoffed, trying to shake the thoughts from his head as he heard the toilet flush.

She... wanted to fuck him, right?

So why not... now?

His mind raced as his feet took him closer to the bathroom door, brain full of images of what she might look like naked, what sounds she might make.

He stood in front of the door, hearing the sink turn off. He could turn around right now. But what if she noticed him walking away?

His thoughts were stopped by the door opening, his eyes greeted by the sight of Y/n in a long t-shirt looking startled by his presence.

He pushed her back into the bathroom, covering her mouth to make sure nobody woke up.

Shutting the door behind them, he pushed Y/n against the wall opposite the door, looking into her eyes.

"B-Bakugou. What are you doing?" She whisper-yelled, catching her breath from being scared.

"We- I heard you." He said, staring at the most perfect lips he'd seen.

"Heard me? Heard me wh- no. Nonononono." She whispered, panicking, hiding her face in her hands.

"Shhhh." He shushed her, moving her hands from her face, holding them. "Were you telling the truth, princess?" He asked, whispering, breath ghosting her face.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry if that makes you uncomfortable-" She was interrupted by lips against hers.

His kiss was harsh and urgent, yet it made Y/n's panties soaked.

Y/n felt her hands get pressed against the wall above her, whimpering into Bakugou's mouth at feeling of the cold wall.

Pulling away, he attached his lips to her neck, nipping lightly.

"You never had someone take care 'a ya right, princess?" He asked between nips.

"N-no, just quickies." She admitted, biting back moans.

"Let me take care 'a ya. I'll let ya live out those fantasies" Bakugou demanded, earning a whimper and a nod from Y/n.

Letting go of her hands, Bakugou was pleased to see she kept them up. Obedient, he thought.

He lifted her shirt up and off of her body, revealing her tits. Groaning, he dove into the mounds in front of him, sucking both nipples individually, making her moan.

"Shit, baby. Been hidin these from me?" He asked.

"Ba-bakugou~" She moaned out.

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki." He demanded, dropping to his knees.

"Katsuki-" She moaned out as he rid her of her panties, spreading her legs, admiring her glistening cunt.

"Damn. You are gorgeous." He praised, fingers starting to toy with her lips.

"Oh my god."

"You really thought I didn't know you existed, princess?" He asked, looking up at her and maintaining eye contact.

"Yeah- you never talk to me-" She muttered, trying to grind her hips against his hand, being stopped by his left hand holding her hips against the tile wall.

"Doesn't mean I havent fucked my fist thinkin about the noises you might make. I watch you- I see how fuckin smart and skilled you are. Not to mention sexy as hell." He admitted, touching Y/n's clit lightly, watching her squirm and gasp.

"P-please, Katsuki." She whined.

"What, princess? Tell me what ya need." He teased her clit more, her hips jerking against his left hand in response.

"Touch me-"

"Touch me what?" He asked, chuckling.

Not knowing what he wanted her to say more, Y/n decided to loop two words into the sentence.

"Please touch me daddy."

With that, Bakugou was holding her hip up with his left hand still, lifting her leg over his shoulder to give him easier access to her wet pussy. He licked a stripe up the center, tasting her slowly. Her hands flew to his hair to stabilize herself.

"Shit, daddy!" She whispered, head pushed against the tile wall as she started to grind her core against his face.

Pushing a finger in, Bakugou felt her pulling his hair lightly, making him moan into her.

"M-moreee." Y/n moaned, feeling her climax already creeping up on her. He added another finger, giving her what she needed.

"Gimme it- cum for me princess- oh fuck-" He went her faster, feeling her walls clench around his fingers. Licking her cum from her pussy, Bakugou was in absolute heaven.

"Pleasepleaseplease-" She whined, feeling him pull away from her and move her foot back to the floor, standing up.

He kissed her, making her taste her own essence, both moaning into the kiss.

"You need to be quiet, princess. Gonna wake everyone up." He whispered into her ear, moving her body to be in front of the counter and mirror. He turned her around, letting her watch the way he played with her nipples for a moment before he couldn't take it anymore.

Taking his shirt off and pushing his pants down, Bakugou knew he needed to be inside of her.

He pushed her shoulders lightly, making her bend over.

"Aint this what you wanted? Hmm? To be bent over a counter and fucked?" He asked, rubbing his dick along her center.

"Y-yes. Need it so bad." She whimpered.

"Your wish is my command." He stated, pushing his cock into her pussy slowly.

She moaned quietly as he bottomed out inside of her, his balls resting against her pussy.

"M-move. Please daddy move- fuck me- god-" She blabbered, hands gripping the marble counter.

Without a word, Bakugou pulled her hair lightly, making her watch them both in the mirror as he began fucking her.

Thrust after thrust, she got louder and louder.

He pulled her hair harder, making her arch up into his chest.

Putting his fingers in her mouth, he whispered in her ear. "Guess ill have to shove my fuckin fingers down your throat to keep ya quiet, hah?"

She gagged as he pushed his fingers further, moaning lightly as her eyes rolled back.

"Gonna cum again, princess? Aw, thats it, cum for daddy." He teased, whispering becoming more horse as he felt his own climax nearing.

"Shit baby- gonna cum- can I- in ya?" He grunted out, feeling her walls tighten around his dick as she drooled around his fingers, letting it drip down his hand. She nodded the best she could as she came, legs twitching, screams of pleasure caught in her throat.

He painted her walls with his cum, grunting with each weak thrust.

As the two came down from their highs, he pulled out, turning and lifting her to sit on the counter, making a mess.

He watched as she leaned her head against the mirror, catching her breath and gripping the counter still as after shock like waves of pleasure ripped through her weakly.

He grabbed a wash cloth from the closet, knowing where everything is as he helped Mina and Kirishima move in and unpack a few months ago.

Wetting it, Bakugou checked on Y/n, seeing that her eyes were shut and her body was calming.

He cleaned Y/n up, starting with her thighs and center, moving down her legs. He got a separate wash cloth to wet with cold water and set on her forehead.

Putting his own underwear and sweat pants on, he gathered her shirt and panties, handing them to her as she came back to planet earth and gave him the cold wash cloth.

"Thank you, Bakugou." She muttered, smiling as she got dressed.

"Hey, I told ya. Katsuki." He reminded her, tilting her chin up and giving her a kiss. This kiss was much softer in comparison to the one earlier.

Pulling away, she blushed.

"Thank you, Katsuki."

"Thank you, Y/n. Hope we can uh- ya know. Do it again?" He asked, not sure how to go about this.

"Absolutely. And maybe I can even hold your hand now and then." She giggled.

"Maybe I'll take ya on a date then, how's that sound princess?" He asked, unsure of where the confidence came from.

"Perfect." She smiled, kissing him one last time before they walked out of the bathroom. "Sleep well, Katsuki."

"You too, princess."

Walking back into the bedroom and laying next to Mina, Y/n was spooked by Mina asking "What the hell took so long? I got cold."

"Oh uh- just had too pee."

"That was a long pee." Mina said, cuddling up to Y/n's side.

"Yeah- Bakugou needed some help." She suggested, hinting a little.

"You fucked Bakugou in my bathroom, didn't you?" Mina asked, yawning.

"Nahhh. He fucked me." The two laughed lightly, falling back asleep.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

My Number One Hero - Katsuki Bakugo X Female Reader

Title: My Number One Hero

Katsuki Bakugo X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Tsuyu, Ochako, Momo, Mina (Mentioned), Kirishima (Mentioned), Denki (Mentioned), Sero (Mentioned), and Izuku (Mentioned), and Osake (OC) (Mentioned)

WC: 2,372

Warnings: Slight suggestiveness, Osake doesn't keep his hands to himself, threats, fighting, punching, slight angst, mentions of death (but no one dies), and Bakugo saves the day

Rolling your eyes, you rested your hand on your cheek. Over at another table, some guy you only knew by 'Osake,' was staring at you. Like he usually did. It... Unnerved you. He had asked you out many times before, but your answer was always the same. No.

He was somewhat cute; however, his personality left much to be desired. But that was beside the point. It didn't matter anyway, you were only interested in one person. Katsuki Bakugo. Bakugo was loud and rude, but he was fiercely competitive. It was one of the things you liked most about him. His determination. His want and need to become... Well, in his words, the best and number one hero.

Katsuki Bakugo hated you. That was why you had no choice but to keep it a secret. Well, you thought he hated you. He hated everyone. But, he wasn't as mean to you as he was to the others. Maybe because he liked you? No, that couldn't have been true.

You shook your head clear of those thoughts and pushed them away. There would be time for all that later. You went back to trying to eat your food, but Tsu nudged you gently in the side, grabbing your attention.

"He's been staring at you all lunch, Y/N." She observed and you nodded, sighing again.

"I know."

Ochako giggled, nodding, "He seems to really like you... Isn't he in the General Education class?" She asked and you nodded, not even sparing the guy a glance.

"Yeah."

She smirked knowingly, looking over your shoulder, "Well then, go say hi!"

"Why?" You asked, looking back at her, eyebrows furrowed.

"Because you should have fun... Not being cooped up in your room studying or whatever." Momo spoke, pointing a chopstick at you.

You shook your head, "Not my type."

Momo rolled her eyes, shaking her head, "It seems that no one here is your type..." She muttered, but you ignored her.

You sighed, looking at Bakugo, he was eating with Denki, Mina, Sero, and Kirishima. The four were talking and laughing while Bakugo just ate his food, a frown on his face, and eyes narrowed.

Glancing down at your own bowl, you frowned, "I'll see you guys later." You murmured, pushing your tray aside, leaving your unfinished meal behind. Standing, you grabbed your bag and left the cafeteria without any fanfare.

~~~

Bakugo watched, confused and concerned as you left the cafeteria. You looked sad, maybe even annoyed. Bakugo bit his lip, not taking his eyes off you until you were fully out of sight. He had known you for a long time. You lived in the same neighborhood that he and Deku lived in. He talked to you only a few times until school started. After that, Bakugo paid more attention to becoming the number one hero. But, that didn't stop him from having a crush on you.

Bakugo thought you were amazingly strong. Your quirk was incredible, to say the least. Not only were you a great and talented fighter, but you were also beautiful, perfect in Bakugo's eyes. You were kind, sweet, and very dedicated to your studies. At first, he ignored his feelings for you, thinking that they would slow him down, but only recently had he realized that they only made him stronger.

Bakugo turned his eyes back to the rest of his group. They were busy talking about some video game or whatever, he didn't really care. He was going to get back to his lunch, but he paused when that Osake kid got up from his seat, a smirk on his face. His friends from his table cheered and clapped his on the back, before he left towards where you had gone. Glaring at the back of the guy's back, Bakugo got up suddenly, ignoring his friend's worried questions and confused glances.

~~~

You headed towards your dorm for the day, glad that you didn't really need to go to the rest of your classes. You fumbled with your uniform with your fingers, feeling a bit anxious. You let out a deep breath, only feeling a smidge better. Once you were almost to the exit, a voice called from behind you.

"Hey! Y/N! Wait up!"

You sighed, hearing Osake's voice.

You tried to walk faster, but you decided to stop. Better to get it over with than to run away. If he tried anything, you'd beat him up. You didn't care if you got detention or something. You weren't going to put up with Osake any longer. Turning around, you crossed your arms.

"What do you want?" You asked, already annoyed.

"I just wanted to talk to you, angel." He spoke with a smirk, stepping closer to you.

Cringing, you glared at him, "Don't call me that."

He laughed, "Oh come on, don't be like that. I'm just trying to be nice!"

You rolled your eyes, "What do you want, Hensho?" You asked, and his eyes widened a bit before he went back to his normally cocky self.

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out sometime?" He asked and you immedently shook your head.

"No. That's not happening." You said, but Osake scoffed..

"Come on, it's just one date." He tried again, getting slightly annoyed, but his hid it with his cunning smirk.

He slowly stepped forward, making you step back, your back hitting the wall. Your eyes widened a little, realizing that you were trapped, and it didn't seem like there was anybody around to help you.

You felt a hand on your arm and looked up at Osake, "Just say yes, come on... It'll be fun."

You looked away, hating the way he said the last sentence. The way it dragged along his tongue, like there was a hidden meaning behind it. And, you were sure there was one. Looking back up, glaring fiercely at the boy before you, you spoke.

"No."

Osake's half-lidded eyes narrowed, before he grabbed onto your arm again, and leaned down slightly towards you.

"Come on, it's just one date."

You were about to reply when you heard stomping. Looking over, you watched as if it was all in slow motion, as Bakugo came charging over, punching Osake straight in the face. Osake stumbled backwards, as Bakugo's fast make impact with his face, slamming him down into the ground with a loud thud. You watched in awe and shock as Bakugo stood up, breathing heavily with anger. Osake was unconscious on the ground, his nose bleeding. Yep, it was definitely broken.

Huffing, Bakugo finally spoke, "She said no." Talking down to Osake's unconscious body on the floor.

Bakugo turned to you, giving you a once over, "Are you okay?" He asked and you nodded, mouth still agape.

"You saved me..." You mumbled, still in complete awe.

Blushing, Bakugo nodded, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah... So? No thank you?" He tried being tough, but you didn't seem to notice.

"Thank you, Bakugo." You spoke before looking down at Osake on the floor. "I think you killed him." You joked, looking back at him and he chuckled.

"Yeah, whatever. Hopefully, that taught the creep a lesson." He spoke and you basically melted.

"I know one thing for sure..." You began softly, and Bakugo turned to you, noticing your smile.

"What's that?" He asked, and you just smiled up at him.

"You're definitely going to be the number one hero." You spoke, and Bakugo's eyes went wide, his blush darkening.

Oh, he was in love.

"Really?" He asked, softly from shock and you nodded.

"Yeah, absolutely, you're like the best fighter I've ever seen, you're smart and determined. You have the means and ability to do what it takes to achieve your goals. It's really admirable really." You spoke, looking up at him as he stared down at you.

Bakugo felt something warm spread through his chest and butterflies to erupt in his stomach. Hearing you compliment him made him unbelievably happy. It was crazy what you did to him. His heart was beating so fast and the palms of his hands felt sweaty. More sweaty than usual.

"Are you serious?" He asked and you stuttered out a laugh.

"Why wouldn't I be?" You asked as if he had asked a silly question, and he had.

Bakugo bit his lip, his red eyes staring into yours. You looked up at him, smiling widely and Bakugo could feel his heart begin to race. It was growing harder to breathe, his mind seemed hazy. It was awkwardly silent for a while, before Bakugo spoke, clearing his throat.

"Um... While I'm here... I wanted to know if..." He trailed off, looking away, his face red, but you pushed off of the wall, stepping closer to him.

"Yes..?" You asked, wanting to know what he wanted to say, but you had a feeling that you already knew.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he sighed, "Well... Do you want to go out sometime?" He asked, and you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

Or seeing for that matter! Bakugo looked shy, awkward, and honestly... Adorable.

"A date with you?" You asked with a small smirk, noticing his cheeks flush more as you grew closer to him.

"Yeah... With me." He replied, and you nodded, your smile never faltering.

"I thought you'd never ask." You giggled and Bakugo let out a breath, a small smile on his face.

But as soon as the smile arrived, it quickly was replaced by his usual smirk.

"Cool, I'll text you." He spoke and you nodded, feeling very giddy as Bakugou slowly backed away, almost stumbling over the still unconscious Osake as he stepped back.

You watched him leave, feeling a sense of joy, happiness, and excitement. You felt like you could do anything. You were invincible.

~~~

It was almost seven and you and Bakugo were walking hand in hand back to the dorms. You two had spent the night eating at a nearby diner before walking through a park, talking and enjoying each other's company. At the end of your night, the both of you sat on a park bench, looking up at the stars above. Which, was where you also shared your first kiss.

It was amazing.

You had been nervous at first, but after you kissed him, it felt like everything was right. Bakugo's lips were soft against yours and you instantly forgot about your nerves. You raked your hands through his surprisingly soft hair, pulling him closer to you.

"I've wanted to do that since we met." You confessed, moving your hands down to his shirt, gripping onto the fabric tightly.

"Me too." He spoke softly, his breath tickling your face gently.

Bakugo's lips brushed against yours again, and this time it was you who pulled him closer. You moved your hands down to his waist, feeling his body heat. Bakugo brought his hands from your waist up you hold both of your cheeks, caressing your smooth skin underneath his fingertips. You moaned softly, feeling your heartbeat quicken.

Smiling, you felt as if you were on cloud nine, looking up at Bakugo as you two walked down the halls. He noticed your stare and smirked, tilting his head down to place a quick kiss on your head. Giggling, you pulled him closer to you by his arm, leaning your head on his shoulder. But, sadly, the moment had to end.

"Really, you're going out with that jerk?"

Looking to the side, in an adjoining room to the hallway, were Osake and his friends. Osake stood up and walked over, glaring at Bakugo, who just glared right back.

"I thought I knocked some sense into you." Bakugo spoke, voice deep.

Osake scoffed, ignoring his comment, "You're dating her now?" Osake spat, his voice full of hate.

"I am." Bakugo spoke, trying to calm down, but it was hard.

He really wanted to punch Osake's face in again.

You could feel Bakugo's hand start to warm up, not too hot, but you looked up to Bakugo, slightly worried. You didn't want a fight to break out.

"She belongs to me." Osake spoke, and Bakugo's eyes widened, he grabbed your hand firmly, "She belongs to no one."

Your heart raced at Bakugo's words.

"Really? Okay, let's take this outside. I can beat you. There's no doubt that I can." Osake taunted, looking down at Bakugo.

"Let's do it then." Bakugo replied, and you looked to him, shaking your head.

"He's not worth it, Katsuki. He'd lose anyway. Just a waste of stamina." You spoke and Bakugo hummed with a quirk of his lip.

"Fine." He replied, turning away from the boy and continuing your walk back to the dorms.

Osake scoffed, "That's it? You're just going to back down?"

"Yeah." As if it were obvious.

Osake laughed, "Are you kidding me?! You should have just fought me!" He shouted, but Bakugo didn't answer.

You and Bakugo kept walking, ignoring Osake and finally making it back to the dorms. You bit your lip as you finally made it to your dorm room. Stopping at the door, you turned to look up at Bakugo, worrying your bottom lip.

"Do you... Want to stay the night?" You asked, and Bakugo smirked.

"Hmm maybe, what do you have to offer?" He asked and you, took both his hands into yours, looking up at him through your lashes.

"I have Super Smash Bros on the Nintendo..."

Bakugo immediately perked up, "You have a Nintendo?"

"I do! It's on my desk." You spoke and Bakugou pretended to think for a moment.

"Hmm, alright. I'll stay." He spoke, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into your room.

You laughed and followed him inside. He shut the door behind him, locking it and turning to you, kissing you once more. He pulled back with a smirk on his face as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes.

"I'm gonna beat you."

You scoffed, jaw dropped, "Oh, I doubt it." You spoke with a laugh.

Bakugou just sighed, looking down at you with complete admiration in his eyes. He was really good at the game, but he was going to let you win... At least once.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

—

—

“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

—

10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

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Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

@darl1ngmei

A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

[mmikittaa]

THE TACHER'S PET . . . jirouxfem!teacher!reader.

disclaimer !!!

some of the character are aged up -including jirou ofc, the pairing is completely legal and consensual, i don't support that type of things.

↳kyouka's p.o.v.

- ☾-

i was finishing to write my english's notes.

-hey, jirou! -kaminari said snapping me out of my thoughts.

-would you like to come with me and the others to eat? -he asked while stuffing all of his things to his backpack, i had a stressing week due to the exams we had, so that wouldn't be a bad idea, actually.

-yeah, sure. just going to finish packing my things -i answered while doing so.

-great, we'll wait for you -he finally said going to kiri's desk and sitting on it; i grabbed my bag and went with them to the said place. when we entered a guy greeted us, since it was close to the school we normally attended there to have dinner.

-yooo, kenji, how'd you doing? -Sero said sitting in one of the benches and leaving his things aside.

-i'm doing great, how are ya'll doing? there's been a lot of students that come to study here lately -Kenji, the chef and owner of the restaurant said while leaning on the counter.

-the past week has been so stressful, the school really got us busy with the exams, it's tiring -i said sitting next to Sero and placing my face on one of my hands.

the rest of the class went sat up and ordered their food happily.

-hey guys, did you know that a substitute teacher is coming? i heard Mr.Aizawa and Vlad King talking about her. -Tokoyami mentioned while eating Kirishima's fries.

-another one? last time was horrible, they didn't even knew how to teach shit -Mina whined in a complaining matter remembering the last experience we had when Mr.Aizawa was injured, we all agreed that it was not pleasant having to be eight straight hours with someone so annoying.

-nah, this one is different, i clearly heard that she just graduated from the Arts and Science school on Tokyo, so, she may be between 22 and 24 years old, kind of

-well this is going to be interesting, we're almost 18 aren't we? -Kaminari said on a joking matter

-Kami, please, don't be gross and please, don't become the teacher's pet -I said knowing him perfectly and his thoughts.

-we'll have to see her first so i can make a promise -he said laughing it out.

- ☾-

after the peaceful weekend i had, i needed to attend school again.

it'd be like any other week besides the fact that everyone was invested in the new substitute teacher Tokoyami mentioned, and i'd be lying if i said i wasn't very interested on it too. i got into the classroom and left my things in my desk while i waited for my friends to get there, and after some minutes they did too.

-do you think the new teacher will be pretty? -izuku asked as an open question with the rest of the class.

-i mean, it could be a young cool person or a boring one, we never know -katsuki said something about this subject for the first time.

-it'll most likely be the second option, the u.a only hires very special people and the image you've all imagined of her may be wrong -momo said shattering all the hopes they had, and it may sound pessimist but i'll have to agree with her on that one.

-hey, as all of you know already, we will be having a new substitute teacher, treat her well please -Mr.Aizawa said interrupting all of us after entering the classroom and motioning her to enter too.

-holy fuck -i said out loud as the so called teacher walked in.

black and shoulder length hair, a toned figure and a very very good looking young woman was definitely something no one expected to see. she left her things on the table and looked at the class, who were all on a sepulcral silence since they heard her first step in the place.

-i'm y/n l/n, and i'll be with this class for the next few months, i hope we all get along -the attractive woman introducen herself with a small smile and a raspy voice that made me gulp.

she had the first button of her black dress shirt undone, showing off the layered chains and necklaces hanging around her neck, the as well black dress pants wrapped perfectly her legs and the multiple rings and bracelets on both of her hands made a contrast on her clothes. her eyebrow piercing was shining and the snake tattoo along her arm could not go unnoticed either.

if i could describe her with a word, it would be hot.

-class, everyone get to their seats, we will be talking about something important with l/n -our homeroom teacher ordered us. everyone got to their respective places in silence still surprised and very dumbfounded.

walking to my desk, i almost fell in the process with a bag that was on the floor, looking up again to the teacher, i saw her already looking at me with a little smile preventing her to laugh.

now, this is going to be more interesting than i thought it would.

- ☾-

[12raccoonsinadress]

Heaven : Sero x Fem!Reader (Smut)

Word Count : 3,006

Third Person POV

You don't know how she did it, but Mina had somehow convinced everyone in the class to play truth or dare. Even the more reserved of the group ( i.e. Koda, Shoji, and Ojiro) were sitting at the circle, though a bit uncomfortably. Iida was also one who you thought wouldn’t have wanted to play, but he seemed to be there more as a moderator than actually playing.

Mina loudly announced that she would be starting the game and thus the room hushed down to a few quiet side conversations as she began looking for her first victim. She had decided to go after Midoriya first. Flustered at being the first person to be asked, he chose truth. Bakugo snickered something about him being a coward.

"Who do you think the cutest girl in our class is?"

There were some 'oooo's as Midoriya'a face turned a dark hue of red. He began rambling about how he wouldn't really say any of you weren't cute, in hopes to not hurt anyone's feelings. Somewhere in his panicking, he did admit Uraraka was the girl he would consider "cutest". Uraraka went red and after a few "aww how cute" comments the game moved on.

You kind of stopped paying attention for a while, since the game had been going pretty slow due to the number of truths being picked. Even then, most of the questions were pretty harmless. You were brought back by the sound of Sero saying your name. You turned to look at him.

"Huh?"

"Truth or Dare?"

You decided to try and kick the game into gear.

"Dare. And make it a good one."

There were a few "oooo's as he tried to think of something. Mina clapped her hands together.

"I have one!"

Sero leaned over to her as she whispered something in his ear. He eyed you, a slow smirk appearing on his face.

"Okay... I dare you to pick any boy in the circle and do 7 minutes in heaven with him."

Your eyes went wide as some of your classmates giggled in anticipation. You glanced around at your male classmates. You didn't really see yourself doing much with any of them in a closet in 7 minutes. Then, you had a fun idea.

"Any boy, huh?"

"Yep."

"Alright then."

You stood up, strolling over to the coat closet you assumed they wanted to shove you in.

"Come on then, Sero. In we go."

Mina squealed loudly, a pink blush taking to Sero's dumbfounded face. He looked over at the other people in the circle.

"Can she do that?"

Mina got up, pulling him to his feet.

"You said any boy, that includes you! Now get in there!"

He stumbled, making his way over to the coat closet. You went to make a smart-ass comment, but before you could Mina was shoving you both into the closet. As the door slammed shut behind you, you could hear the knob click.

You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the darkness. The closet was smaller than you had imagined. There wasn't much space between you and Sero, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. Neither of you said anything for a long moment, mostly because neither of you really knew what to say. After what must have been at least half of your time, he chuckled nervously.

"So was this just a way to get out of actually doing the dare? Because if it was, it was a pretty smart move."

You looked up at him. Though it was hard to see, he seemed nervous. He wasn’t completely wrong. You thought it would be funny to use the dare against him but that wasn’t it. Out of all of the boys in your class, even if someone else had made the dare, you still would have chosen him. Even so, he didn’t need to know that right now.

“Who did you expect me to pick?”

He rubbed his neck, turning away from you.

“I don’t know. Not me that’s for sure.”

You could see him smile in the dim room, but you didn't smile. The comment struck you as odd.

"Did you want me to choose someone else?"

His eyes went a little wide, he held his hands up in defense.

"No, it's not like that! I just figured... I don't know. You would choose Kirishima or something."

You furrowed your brow. Sure, you and Eijiro were good friends but you didn't like him like that.

You stepped closer, despite the space between you both already being small. With your hands pressing against his chest, you could feel his heart racing. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were locked on you.

"Do you think I like Kirishima like that?"

"D-don't you?"

You shook your head. He swallowed, lowering his gaze and turning away. He placed his hand over yours. You tried to read his expression, but it proved difficult in the dim space. His voice was hushed, wavering ever so slightly as he spoke.

"Is there someone you do like?"

He met your gaze now. There were so many unfamiliar things about the way he was looking at you. You responded softly, but surely.

"Yes. There is."

You felt his heart skip. He sounded breathless, nearly choking on his own words.

"Can I know who?"

You nodded. He looked at you anxiously, but expectantly. You took the hand that wasn't currently wrapped in his and reached behind his head, pulling him to your level. You could feel his shaking breath on your lips. You smiled.

"Guess."

He chuckled nervously, placing his free hand on the side of your neck.

"Kaminari?"

You sighed, though did laugh at his response.

"Do you want me to kiss you or not, Sero?"

His tone immediately shifted.

"Please do."

You smiled, pressing your lips to his. The kiss was sweet, if not unsure. He desperately pulled you closer to him, moving his hand to your waist so he could press his chest to yours. Your arm found its way around his neck. He hummed near desperately into the kiss. The sound made your heart skip. He pushed his body against yours, backing you into the closet door. You felt his tongue timidly push against your bottom lip, asking to deepen the kiss. You happily obliged, head rushing from the feeling of Sero's tongue moving with your own. The small room was filled with the almost lewd sounds of wet kisses and hard breathing. Without too much thought, you brought your hands down to his hips where his shirt cut off. Still lost in him, you slid your hands up his chest under the shirt. His breath hitched but he didn't detach his lips from yours. Your fingertips felt electric, tracing lightly across his skin. Sero mimicked your actions, but he was more hesitant. His hands had just found their way to your bare waist when the door which had been previously supporting all your weight swung open. You fell back and flat onto the floor. Sero, thankfully, caught himself on his hands and knees above you, keeping himself from adding insult to injury.

"Oh my god!!!"

Mina's squeal pierced the air as you adjusted to the light in the room.

"Damn, guess I owe Kaminari ten bucks."

A few of your classmates were looking down at you; Jirou, Mina, and Denki being the ones you could see around the fact that Sero was still taking up a majority of your view. You looked up at him wide-eyed, he was already returning the look. He quickly got off of you and offered to help you up. Taking his hand and getting to your feet, you tried to hide how red your face was from your other classmates.

Thankfully, the teasing didn't last too long. They had continued the game while you were both in the closest and were more interested in whatever chaos was happening next. You started to follow them back to the circle, but Sero put a hand on your shoulder causing you to stop and turn to him. He was still blushing, unable to meet your gaze.

"Hey, so.. uh.. do you wanna maybe.."

He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck and gesturing towards the stairs with his head. You weren't sure exactly what he was implying but you had a few ideas. Some being more devious than others. You gave him a small smile and nodded. His face lit up a little. You took his hand and went for the stairs, hoping your friends were too distracted by whatever was happening in the game to notice the two of you slip away. Once the sound of your other classmates has faded out, Sero turned to you.

"About what happened in the closet... I gotta know."

He paused, trying to find the way he wanted to word it. You waited patiently, heart pounding in anticipation.

"You do actually like me, right? I know it's kind of a stupid question but-"

You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips. When you pulled back he had a slightly dumbfounded look on his face. You held his face in your hands.

"Hanta Sero, I've had feelings for you for months. I would barely call it "liking" at this point."

He sighed in relief.

"Thank god."

He pulled you back in by your hips, smiling as he kissed you again. This one was short, you being the one to break it off. 

“Let’s maybe get out of the hall, yeah?”

He blushed, swallowing hard and nodding. You stifled a giggle at his eagerness. You weren’t exactly sure how far you would be taking this, all you knew is you wanted more of him. Part of you was still bitter that your time together in the closet had been cut in on, certain parts of your body being more frustrated than others.

You lead the way to your dorm, it being closer than his. You pulled him inside, pushing him into the door to close it. His face was bright red as he looked down at you awestruck. You pressed your body up against his, he wrapped his arms around your waist as if it were second nature to him. He leaned down towards your lips, speaking in a hushed voice. 

“So.. where did we leave off?”

You closed the distance between you both. You immediately deepening the kiss,  pressing your tongue to his lower lip. Sero seemed as enthusiastic as you were, happily following your lead. You replaced your hands at the hem of his shirt, slowly sliding them up his torso, reclaiming the progress you had lost from the closet. He was less hesitant than before, lightly tracing over your skin. You brought one hand down to tug on his shirt, a small gesture asking to continue on further. He broke the kiss examining your face. Pupils blown in lust, face colored a gorgeous shade of red, lips parted ever so much. He slid hands further up your sides, your shirt going up with them. You happily assisted in getting rid of the shirt. His heart skipped at your eagerness, which was immediately followed up by you nearly ripping his own shirt over his head.

"H-hey! Calm down, geez..."

You smiled up at him, sticking your tongue out. He chuckled putting a hand on top of your head.

"How old are you? 5?"

You dropped to your knees smirking up at him as the smile was wiped clean off his face, being replaced by a more surprised expression. You tapped the top button of his pants.

"Old enough for this... If you’d like me to."

He swallowed hard, looking down at you. It's not like his jeans did a super good job of hiding how hard he was. He took a shaky breath and nodded. You focused your attention back down to his pants. You undid them, being more gentle than before in pulling them down. You chewed your inner bottom lip, hooking your fingers around the waistband of his boxers. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears. You looked up at him again. His eyes were glazed over in lust, completely lost in everything you did. At the same time, there was so much love in the way he was looking at you. He gently replaced his hand on top of your head, urging you to continue. You slowly pulled his boxers down, watching intently. By the time they hit the floor, you were already leaving light kisses along his length. He shuddered at nearly every touch, tightening his grip on your hair. You pressed your tongue flat to the underside, running it up along to the tip before taking just that much into your mouth. You loosely wrapped your hand around the base, moving just enough to be torturous. He made a noise between a groan and a whine.

"C-come on.. Y/n.. don't.. don't be cruel."

He almost sounded like he was in pain, which made your heart flutter and your panties wetter. You began trying to take in more of him with your mouth. He wasn't terribly big, but still too much for you to fully take in without choking. You started pumping faster, trying your best to keep some semblance of a rhythm between bobbing your head and moving your hand. Above you, Sero's breathing was heavy. Only every so often, a slight moan escaped his lips.

"F-fuck.. Y/n, I'm.. close."

He sounded incredible like that, barely being able to choke out his words. You tried to move faster, determined to bring him over the edge. Above you, you heard the soft thud of Sero throwing his head back and hitting the door. His hips jerked forward, you tried not to choke. His grip on your hair tightened as he came down your throat. You did your best to keep any from spilling as you pulled off of him. After a brief moment, he seemed to realize exactly what he did. His eyes went wide and he let go of your hair.

"I didn't mean to- Y/n, I'm so sorry!"

You swallowed, successfully not choking and looking up at him.

"It's alright. I don't mind."

He huffed, pulling you up to your feet. He started to pull you in to kiss you, but you stopped him.

"Are you sure you want me to kiss you after I just had your dick in my mouth?"

"Just let me kiss you, Y/n."

You kissed him. He put his hands on your hips, guiding you back away from the door. He broke the kiss to look past you, still guiding you back by your hips. The back of your legs hit the edge of your bed and before you could think you were being pushed back, now sitting on your bed. Smiling, Sero leaned forward, hands on either side of your hips. He kissed you, moving down from your lips to your jaw, your neck, your collar bone. He stopped at your chest. Without a word he reached behind you, unclipping your bra with little difficulty. He helped you slid it off and continued kissing down your body. He sunk down to his knees, looking up at you.

"It would be rude to not return the favor, right?"

You're face flushed red. He urged you to raise your hips so he could pull down your pants and panties. He ran his hands across the soft skin of your thighs. Looking up at you still, he tapped your thighs with his fingers lightly.

"You wanna spread your legs for me, gorgeous?"

Taking a shaky breath, you nodded. He helped guide your legs apart, watching intently. He swallowed hard, pulling part of his lower lip between his teeth before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, making his way closer to your core. He brought his hands up to spread your lower lips and leaned in to lick a stripe up the center. You felt a jolt shoot through your body at the new sensation. You brought a hand down to lace through his hair as he had done to you before. He didn't hesitate in burying his face between your thighs, searching for your sweet spots. He pressed the tip of his tongue to your clit, rolling it slowly. He was groaning almost as much as you were. His fingers pressed hard into your thighs, most likely hard enough to leave bruises but you didn't care. Your mind was too fuzzy to care. All you knew was Sero was really good at using his tongue. Surprisingly, he was able to read your body with a certain level of ease. Any time your thighs tensed or your legs started to shake, showing him you were nearing your peak, he’d back off, smiling up at you. 

“Hanta, please...”

You tugged on his hair, pleading for him to let you finish. Tears threatened to spill over as you were reaching your limit. Seeing you that completely wrecked from his doing made his heart swell. He didn’t think you could look more beautiful before, but oh boy was he wrong. He buried his face in your cunt, doing his best to push you over the edge. You arched your back, holding him against you when you came, though he didn’t seem to be against it. Even as your legs twitched and you began to come back down, he didn’t stop. You whined, tugging his hair again. He chuckled, licking his lips and getting up off his knees to lean over you.

“How’d I do?”

Weakly, you pulled his face down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his lips, but it didn’t matter. He pulled away, looking down at your flushed face. With a soft smile, he pressed his forehead to yours. You spoke in a near quivering voice.

“Sero?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“You should just... stay here tonight, ok?”

He chuckled, kissing you sweetly before responding.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

[daenqyu]

heather | kaminari denki

— gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @misakachan

pairing: kaminari x fem!reader | platonic!kirishima x fem!reader

genre: LOTS of angst, some comfort(?)

summary: kaminari had been oblivious to your feelings for years now, and at first it was okay, you didn’t mind hiding them. until you noticed the way he looked at her and suddenly, it wasn’t okay anymore.

warnings: swearing

word count: 5.6k

a/n: this is my first time writing and posting for a bnha character so i really hope you guys like it <3 i usually don’t write angst, but i couldn’t stop thinking about this and decided to write it down and i’m very happy with how it turned out.

« i still remember third of december

me in your sweater, you said it looked better

on me, than it did you, only if you knew

how much i liked you »

YOUR whole body trembled thanks to the coldness surrounding you, the snow decorating the floor and trees being a clear sign that winter had already begun in japan. you hugged your arms in a poor attempt to provide yourself some kind of heath, only to be met with the feeling of your cold hands. out of all the days you could’ve forgotten your jacket, it had to be on one of the coldest days of december. profanities fell from your lips as you tried your best to endure the pain until the bus came, but you were sure you would pass out by then. or maybe you were exaggerating.

the bus stop wasn’t that far away from your house, maybe if you ran you could get your jacket and get back on time to catch the bus. you checked your phone to see the time, a groan leaving your lips as you realized that was going to be practically impossible. if you left now, by the time you came back the bus would be long gone. dammit, why do i have to forget everything?

“well well, look who we have here.” your ears perked up as soon as you heard the male’s voice, a small smile making its way to your lips.

kaminari made his way over to you, both hands on his pockets as he returned the smile, making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. the smile didn't falter until he took note of your current state. his eyes widened with concern and his hands worked fast to take his jacket off.

“denki, what are you doing?” confusion was evident on your face, but that didn’t stop the blonde from wrapping you up in the warm material.

you blushed from the sudden proximity, his face just inches away as he finished zipping up the piece of clothing. it didn’t take long before his cologne filled your nostrils and you basked in the comfort it gave you; it smelled like home. kaminari’s smile returned to his face when he saw your body visibly relax at the newfound heath, even though goosebumps began to form on his skin by the sudden change of temperature. he could handle being cold for a few hours.

“there, now you won’t die of hypothermia.”

“but what about you?”

he shrugged, tilting his head to the side before answering, “it’s fine, it looks better on you anyways.”

you knew he probably meant it in a friendly way, but you couldn’t help the way your heart skipped a beat at the compliment. suddenly you felt all warm inside, and it wasn’t because of the jacket. but rather the effect your best friend had on you.

right.

the smile slowly disappeared from your face, replaced with a hurt expression instead.

that’s all we are.

realization dawned upon you quickly and you scolded yourself for almost believing something so irrational and overall stupid. but as he nudged your arm with his elbow and started talking to you about a new video game that had come out that exact same day, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he did so, you allowed yourself to hold on to that fantasy a little longer. after all, dreaming didn’t hurt anyone right?

and so, you spent the whole ride to school envisioning an universe in which kaminari returned your feelings for him. an universe in which he loved you just as much as you loved him and you didn’t have to worry about anything, because at least you had him. an universe in which you didn’t have to overthink every little thing he did, wondering whether or not he actually meant it or if he was being his usual flirty self. an universe in which you were able to call him yours.

when school ended and you found yourself at the bus station once again, with kaminari next to you, you began to take off the jacket, having it worn all day and deciding it was time to give it back. but kaminari’s hands stopped you, hovering on top of yours, before you could finish unzipping it. you looked at him questioningly, trying your best to ignore the erratic beating of your heart and the electricity you felt right where your hands were touching.

“you can keep it.” his words confused you even more.

“what? no. it’s your jacket, you’ll get cold and besides it’s-”

“oh please don’t act like you don’t love wearing my clothes.” his tone was teasing, yet knowingly eyes scanned your face and you looked away, a hint of blush across your cheeks.

“whatever, but don’t expect to get it back.” kaminari laughed, his hands leaving your own and you had to hold back from taking it and interlacing your fingers together.

as you parted ways, walking in opposite directions to head back to your houses after a long day at school, you hugged yourself for the second time that day. this time, actually being able to feel warm. both inside and out.

—

« but I watch your eyes

as she walks by

what a sight for sore eyes

brighter than the blue sky

she’s got you mesmerized

while I die »

YOU and kaminari told each other everything, well at least most things. so it didn’t surprise you when he started rambling about yet another girl. don’t get me wrong, you loved him to death, but you had to admit that the boy could be quite unlucky with the ladies, much to own your luck that is. but this time was different and you both knew it. you noticed it in the way he smiled whenever he talked about her, how he was able to light up from just hearing her name, and most importantly, the way he looked at her. and you immediately knew. because it was the same way you looked at him.

she was your classmate and friend, and you could totally understand why kaminari was so smitten with her. she was funny, smart, caring, beautiful; in other words everything you weren’t. and while it’s true you knew it was bad to be envious of people, specially your friends, you simply couldn’t not wish to be her. i mean come on, not only did she have an awesome quirk you had no chance of competing against, she also had the boy you loved wrapped around her finger and she wasn’t even aware of it.

“and then when he was about to- denki, are you even listening?” he wasn’t, but you didn’t want to admit that.

“hm? oh sorry! what were you saying?” his pretty amber eyes looked at you for only a split second, before going back to admire the dark purpled haired girl.

jirou stood a few feet away from you guys, talking and laughing with sero and mina. you could feel your heart slowly breaking as you saw kaminari’s lips curl into a small smile when she briefly looked at him, waving at him in the process. and of course you didn’t miss the way she blushed.

“ah it’s nothing important anyways.”

“hey y/n, do you think i should ask jirou out?”

oh.

you were pretty certain you stopped breathing once your brain registered his words. how could he be so oblivious?! you had been friends since fucking middle school and you were supposed to believe that he never once noticed how hopelessly in love you were with him? did you not show it enough? were you that bad at displaying your love for people? or was he just ridiculously dumb? you desperately hoped it was the latter, because deep down a part of you still believed that there was a possibility for you two. that an us could be possible if you just showed him how serious you were about him.

but the rational part of you was screaming at you to stop being so damn stupid, to finally open your eyes and realize kaminari didn’t and would never reciprocate your feelings. that you were hoping for the impossible to happen, that you were preparing yourself for absolute heartbreak if you thought for a second he would choose you over her. and while you wanted nothing more than to yell at him for being so dense, for not seeing that you were right there, you simply couldn’t. so you went with the safer option.

“y-yeah, you should. i’m sure she’ll say yes.” you were able to muster a smile, and despite the lump in your throat, you feel happiness surge through you as he turns around and gives you a big smile.

“you think so? but what if she says no?”

“any girl would be lucky to have you, denki. you’re sweet, cool, and funny. what more could a girl ask for?” you were only half joking, but of course he didn’t notice.

“well if you say it like that it just sounds like you have a crush on me.” he winked at you and you swore you were about to pass out. not only because of the wink, but because of his sudden implication. (which was a fact)

“you wish,” you snort to make it seem more real, and it seems to work because kaminari’s now pouting at you. “now go get em’ tiger.”

“please don’t say that again.”

“wow okay, cold.”

he stood up, taking a deep breath before walking over to jirou, starting off with a joke as he leaned down on her desk and, as much as she tried to stifle it, a loud laugh escaped her. apparently kaminari’s charm didn’t only work on you. but oh how you wished it did because that way you would be the one getting asked out right now, not her. quite frankly, you would give anything to have him look at you the way he was looking at her right now, as if she was some mystical creature. or better yet, as if he was under some kind of love spell that made him unable to look at anyone else like that.

from the other corner of the classroom, a certain red haired guy looked at you with pity in his eyes, but also concern. he made his way to you, sitting down in kaminari’s previous spot. you sent him a, clearly fake, smile when you noticed it was none other than kirishima, one of your best friends. but he saw right through that.

“hey,” his voice was soft and low, he didn’t exactly want the whole class to know about what was going on. “are you okay?”

you gulped, but still nodded. “of course, why wouldn’t i be?” another fake smile.

“don’t give me that bullshit y/n. you don’t need to lie to me.” that was all you needed to hear before dropping the act, your smile quickly being replaced with a frown and kirishima’s heart hurt for you.

“this sucks,” you say under your breath, looking away towards their direction only to see kaminari playing with one of jirou’s earphone jacks, which obviously made the pain in your chest worsen. “i just want him to look at me the same way he looks at her,” tears began to sting at the corners of your eyes. “is that too much to ask for?” you asked no one in particular as you looked up to kirishima.

“it’s not, but you’ll be okay,” without thinking it twice, he hugged you and you didn’t fight back, instead welcoming the warmth his chest provided you and resting your head against one of his shoulders. “you know he doesn’t know y/n, if he did i’m sure things would be different.”

“i know, but it’s fine. i just want him to be happy.”

even if it’s not with me.

but you don’t say that, preferring to just stay on kirishima’s arms a little longer while trying to ignore the two love birds giggling behind you, your heart breaking more and more each time you heard kaminari’s sweet words. because they weren’t for you, they were for her.

—

« why would you ever kiss me?

i’m not even half as pretty

you gave her your sweater

it’s just polyester

but you like her better

wish i were heather »

HIDING your emotions was something you mastered pretty well by now. you spent years keeping your feelings for kaminari to yourself and you didn’t mind at all; you had come to terms with the fact that this crush was probably one sided a long time ago. so, why did you suddenly felt the need to tell him? it never bothered you, but now, after having to see him every day making heart eyes at her and hear him talk about how cool she was, you thought maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. you just wanted him to have the option; he deserved to know right? or maybe you were just hoping that he would choose you over her. just like you would choose him over anyone in a heartbeat.

but to be honest, you didn’t know what you would do with yourself if he didn’t. if he chose her over you while knowing you loved him too. what if she meant more to him than you did? what if he thought you were outright weird and things became awkward? what if your friendship wasn’t as special as you thought it was? you shook your head, hands coming up to your temples to try and get rid of some of the tension. no, that couldn’t be. you knew he loved you...at least as a friend.

it had been 2 months already since kaminari and jirou started talking. they weren’t oficial yet, but you accidentally overheard her conversation with yaoyorozu a few days ago and heard her complaining about how she wished he finally made a move on her. that somehow relieved you because at least they hadn’t gotten physical yet, but at the same time you wondered if you were being a bad friend by thinking that. maybe you were, but you couldn’t help it. i mean you liked the boy for fucks sake, it was understandable that you weren’t exactly hoping for them to pounce on each other.

“where’s denki?” kirishima asked as he caught up with you in the hallway, both of you making your way to the new dorms.

“don’t know, he left before i could even ask him.” you tried your best to sound neutral, but you knew you didn’t do a good job when you heard kirishima sighing. however, much to your liking, he stayed quiet and didn’t say anything about it, changing the topic to today’s events.

you were grateful to have him; he was the only one who knew about your crush on kaminari and the only one who was able to take your mind off things even for just a little while. soon enough you found yourself laughing by his side as he talked about bakugou’s weird antics and how hot-headed he could be at times, which you had experienced firsthand.

“he was all like ‘hey shitty hair, if you’re not gonna do a good work then fuck off!’ like man calm down, i didn’t even do anything.” you giggled at his accurate impersonation of the angry blonde. shaking your head as you looked up, noticing you were already at the dorms building.

you squinted your eyes when you saw two people standing right in front of the main entrance, but couldn’t make out their faces thanks to the long distance. yet the closer you got, the better you could see them. and once your eyes focused on the couple completely, everything stopped.

it was them.

they were kissing.

right in front of you.

his arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her close to him as if he never wanted to let her go, and her own were wrapped around his neck, caressing his soft blonde hair which you loved to ruffle whenever he laid down on your lap.

they looked so beautiful, straight out of a cheesy romcom movie. the sun was beginning to set and its rays reflected on their skin perfectly, making them look golden. and in that precise moment you realized just how beautiful jirou was and how much she complimented kaminari in every sense of the word. could it be that they were made for each other?

before you knew it, a single tear rolled down your cheek, and you weakly smiled at kirishima when he opened his mouth to try and comfort you, yet no words seemed to come out. because he knew that no matter what he said, the damage was already done. the couple hadn’t even noticed you two, too immersed in their own little world as they giggled and made their way inside, all while holding each other’s hands.

“they make a good couple, don’t they?” you fixed your eyes on your shoes, holding back the sobs that desperately wanted to escape you.

“y/n…” kirishima’s tone was sad, mostly because he didn’t know what to do, but also because he understood perfectly the pain you were going through. he had been experiencing it for a while now.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, kiri.” you sent him another smile, but right when you started walking towards the entrance he managed to see the tears falling down your cheeks as you bit down on your lower lip.

and somehow, that kiss proved to you that you could never beat her, that she had won over kaminari’s heart. something you could never do.

—

« watch as she stands with her holding your hand

put your arm 'round her shoulder, 

now I'm getting colder

but how could I hate her? 

she’s such an angel

but then again, kinda wish she were dead »

PEOPLE often say one’s happiness shouldn’t relay on others and you had always been a firm believer of that, knowing that people were unpredictable and that they could change at any moment given. so it was only reasonable that you made yourself happy, without needing to depend on other people, yet that didn’t really add up with your current situation. it made you look like a hypocrite.

ever since jirou and kaminari started dating, you had been spending less and less time together. the only time you could have him all to yourself was when you occasionally paired up during training and even then you didn’t really talk much. you were happy everything had worked out for them, and you loved to see kaminari happy, but it hurt you. it hurt so much, to the point that sometimes it was hard to get out of bed. 

you missed your best friend. and you knew it was selfish, but did it even matter at this point? did he he notice how you talked less and less? how you barely smiled anymore? of course he didn’t. he was too busy looking at her anyways, too busy going on dates and learning how to play the guitar just for her. his girlfriend. 

and as much as you wanted to hate them both, you didn’t have it in you. why would you? because they were happy and in love? you weren’t that desperate. but sometimes, as you watched her throw her head back while she laughed at something kaminari said, you wished he had never met her. you wished you never came to UA in the first place, that way they wouldn’t have met and you would probably still have your best friend by your side. no. even if he hadn’t met her, you knew he would never go for a girl like you.

these past few months had been hell for you, you barely left your room unless it was for school, your eating habits couldn’t have gotten any worse, and you weren’t getting any sleep, too busy crying your eyes out as you wondered what the hell you did wrong. and you knew what you were doing wasn’t healthy, but a part of you wished that something really bad happened to you just so kaminari would pay attention to you again. but he didn’t.

today was one of those days, you didn’t feel like getting up your bed just to watch a dumb movie with your classmates, and possible have to witness jirou and kaminari being all lovey dovey right in front of you. the thought alone was enough to make you roll your eyes, scoffing at how much the pair loved PDA. 

“come on y/n! it’ll be so fun.” kirishima was currently trying to convince you to go watch a movie with the rest of class 1-A in the common room, but as expected you denied his invitation. “even bakugou is going!” 

“then you’ll be more than fine without me.” 

“i’ll miss you tho.” he gave you puppy eyes and you groaned, placing your pillow over your face.

“since when are you so cheesy?”

“stop trying to change the subject,” a frustrated sigh left his lips, and you lowered your pillow to look at him. he was sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed, a frown evident on his face. “i know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you can’t keep on like this y/n.” you flinched slightly at his serious tone.

“i know,” this time it was you who sighed, weighing your options in your head. you knew kirishima was right and he was trying his best to make you feel better, so the least you could do was make him some company. “okay fine,” his head turned in your direction, looking at you hopefully. “i’ll go, but it better be a good movie.” 

“yes! you won’t regret it, i promise. and if at some point you wanna leave, then we’ll leave, but you have to at least try.” your heart swelled at his consideration; he was too sweet to you and you didn’t deserve it at all.

“you don’t have to do that, kiri.”

“but i want to. i know it’s not easy, so i’m proud of you for doing this.” his words made a lump appear in your throat. maybe you were being overly sensitive, but hearing him say that meant a lot.

it wasn’t long before the clock striked 9PM and everyone started making their way to the common room, chatting happily as they sat down and got everything ready for the night. you watched as people started to take a seat, whether it was on the couches or on the floor, and you started to get a bit anxious when you noticed kaminari walking down the stairs, but jirou was nowhere to be seen. thankfully.

as much as you tried to not let him have an effect on you, your heart still skipped a beat whenever you saw him. it was truly inevitable, but what you hated the most was knowing you had no effect on him whatsoever. 

before you could look away and hide from his view, kaminari spotted you. he sent you a big smile, waving his hand before walking over to where you stood. ok, calm down act normal. it’s just denki. you tried to calm yourself down, but your breath hitched in your throat when you suddenly felt his arms engulf you in a tight hug, your arms slowly coming up to his neck to return the gesture. you would be lying if you said you hadn’t miss this feeling. the feeling of being home again. 

but it ended way too fast for your liking.

“hey you! we haven’t hung out in a while, i miss you.” 

because you’re too busy with your girlfriend, asshole. 

“yeah sorry about that, i’ve been kinda busy i guess.” your tone was off and he noticed, but he brushed it off. maybe she’s tired.

“then what are you doing tomorrow? we can go to the mall or wherever you want to.” your head quickly shot up, looking at him with nothing but hope in your eyes.

“really?”

“of course! we need to have some bestie time.” the wink he sent you was playful, but your lips still curved into a smile from hearing him saying he wanted to spend time with you.

“then maybe we can go to this new-”

“hey babe i saved you a seat,” out of the blue, jirou appeared right next to kaminari, slipping her hand into his. and your heart clenched when you noticed he held it back tightly. “oh, hi y/n!” she sent you a warm, genuine smile, and you felt so bad for wanting her to feel your pain. 

“hi jirou.” 

“i was just telling y/n about how we should hang out.” you frowned at him, is he inviting her? 

“oh? where did you plan on going?” 

“i told her she should pick.”

“well that sounds even more fun, any ideas?”

“actually i just remembered i got some homework to finish.” it was a lie, but you didn’t have it in you to third wheel on what was supposed to be a date with your best friend.

“what?” kaminari asked you, not understanding you sudden change in attitude.

“yeah, maybe next time tho.” he wanted to ask what was wrong, but as he opened his mouth to do so, you saw kirishima walking towards the common room with bakugou and took that as your cue to leave the awkward encounter. 

“well that was weird.” he mumbled to himself and jirou looked at him questioningly, wondering what he meant.

“hm? what was that babe?” the blonde shook his head, convincing himself he was probably overthinking things. he placed his arm around his girlfriend’s shoulder before walking over to one of the couches. to be more precise, the couch in front of yours. 

you sat beside kirishima, your leg bouncing up and down anxiously as you waited for iida to finally play the goddamn movie so you had something else to pay attention to instead of them. kirishima quickly noticed the unusual movement and was about to ask you what was wrong, but once he saw where your gaze was locked on, it didn’t take him long to put two and two together. 

he knew better than to ask you in front of everyone if you were okay, so he just gave your knee a light squeeze, which you highly appreciated and let him know so by smiling at him. after a few minutes that felt like eternity, iida played the movie and told everyone to not make any unnecessary noises and be considerate of your classmates which made you scoff slightly. 

twenty minutes into the movie and everything was going great so far. you had actually managed to get immersed in the plot and found yourself leaning your head against kirishima’s shoulder to get a better view, but also because the effect of not having a stable sleeping schedule was dawning on you. however, just when you thought you were about to fall asleep on your friend’s comfortable shoulder, you heard some giggles. you opened your eyes slowly, frowning when you saw kaminari leaving small kisses on jirou’s neck. your heart felt like it was being stabbed for the hundredth time and you tried to ignore them and just focus on the tv screen. you really tried to remain calm, to keep up your act just as you had done all this months, but you lost it when you heard those three damn words leave his lips.

“i love you.”

it was low, barely even audible, but you heard it. you heard it loud and clear. and just like that, with your heart losing every last bit of hope it had, you stood up from your seat abruptly, making everyone look at you, before making your way upstairs without saying another word. all of your classmates looked between them, not only confused, but also concerned. 

“oi shitty hair,” bakugou spoke from his place next to kirishima, who looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “go check up on her.” he muttered and kirishima only nodded before walking upstairs to follow you.

bakugou’s words worried kaminari even more, was there something going on with you that he didn’t know about? was that why you were acting so weird earlier? no way, you told him everything. you were best friends after all...right? and with that question on his mind, he couldn’t focus on the movie or his girlfriend anymore.

you walked towards your room silently, even though you wanted nothing more than to scream and fight someone. you wanted, no, needed to let all of your pent up frustration out. you had been patient enough, putting his happiness before your own for years now, and while you knew it wasn’t his fault at all, you wanted to be mad at him about something. you wanted him to understand that this wasn’t fair, that you could be good for him if he gave you the chance, that you wouldn’t be a waste of his time, but the only thing that was coming out of you were tears.

angry tears stained your face as they furiously ran down your cheeks, reminding you of all the sleepless nights you spent alone, crying your heart out to no one but yourself. you stood in front of your room, hand reaching out to the door’s knob to open it and spend yet another night wondering why the hell you weren’t enough. but a hand stopped you.

kirishima’s grip on your forearm was gentle, but firm enough to let you know he wasn’t going anywhere, and somehow, his touch made you want to cry even more. you tried to push him away, telling him that you were perfectly fine, yet your bloodshot eyes told a whole different story. and as much as you kicked and screamed, kirishima knew the last thing you needed was to be alone.

“let go!” seeing that holding your arms had no effect on you whatsoever, he tried a different approach. his strong arms hugged you to his chest, and, as much as you wanted to deny it, you found comfort in them. “i said let me go, kirishima.” 

“no. y/n listen to me. you need to stop bottling all your feelings up, nothing good will come out of that,” you finally started to relax, breathing heavily as you listened to his words. “it doesn’t matter if you talk, cry, or scream, but you need to voice out how you feel. if it’s not to him, then tell me. i’m always ready to listen.” his voice was so gentle, so soft, yet it held so much emotion and honesty. 

more tears fell down your cheeks as you gripped kirishima’s shirt tightly against your fingers, your face hiding comfortably on his chest. 

“i can’t take this anymore kiri,” you started talking and kirishima was quick to hug you a little tighter, one of his hands rubbing small circles on the small of your back. “i miss him so much, i miss my best friend. and i want him to be happy, i really do, but why must his happiness cause me so much pain?” a sob racked through your whole body after hearing yourself say those words, the ones you never thought you’d voice out to someone. “at first it was fine and i didn’t mind that much, but now? we barely even talk anymore, and when we do it’s always small talk. and we used to talk for hours about everything and anything, we would never get bored when we were together. now it’s like i don’t even exist to him except for when he seems to have some time to spare. did our friendship meant shit to him? because fuck i wasted years of my life loving someone who can’t even notice how much i’ve been struggling.” 

by this point your tears had stained kirishima’s shirt almost completely, but he couldn’t give less of a fuck about that. all that mattered was you and only you. the only thought on his mind was how he was gonna make you feel better. so he held you in his arms a little longer, hoping that somehow his actions could express everything he felt. his free hand came up to caress your hair while he shushed you softly, rocking you two back and forth. 

that’s how the night ended. 

you, with your heart broken in a million pieces, longing for the person who made you feel this way. because you knew you would always love him, maybe even more than you loved yourself. you knew that no matter how much you tried to hate him, you could never even get close to feeling anything but pure adoration for the boy. and if having him in your life implied having to handle all this heartache and hurt, then maybe you could endure it. because for him it was all worth it. 

and a certain redhead with all his feelings caught in his throat. he wanted nothing more than to scream at you for not noticing he understood completely how you felt, way more than you imagined, yet he knew that you would always only have eyes for him. but perhaps that was okay. if the only way to be close to you was comforting you because you loved a guy who was too dense to see what he had in front of him, then so be it. in the end it was all worth it for you.

[cloverfics]

sweethearts ; bakugou katsuki

warnings shy!reader, shy!katsuki, mutual pining, and not edited

genre fluff, f2ls

word count 2.5k

inspiration n/a

synopsis in which you and the rest of the bakusquad are apart of the candygram committee and you take the opportunity to make a move on one stubborn katsuki

"This is so stupid." Katsuki sighed, feet hiked up onto his desk. It was around the umpteenth time that he had mentioned how useless or well— stupid this whole thing is.

You frowned, tying another ribbon around a baggie. "Aw, c'mon, Kat. It's the day of love, be more cheerful." You said, tossing him a chocolate.

He scoffed. "No. And stop calling me Kat." The following demand was mumbled as Katsuki turned his attention to opening the candy.

"Sure thing, Kat." You whipped around, imagining the irritated expression he was channeling because of your antics.

"C'mon Mina! How many do I have!" Denki whined, trying his best to juke the clipboard of names from Mina's hands. Something he's been doing all morning.

From the left of you, Kirishima let out a breath of laughter. "Dude, just wait and see." He assured Denki.

"Exactly. The surprise is the most fun part about this thing." Mina added on while she gently shoved Denki away from her.

"Not if dunceface doesn't get any." Katsuki sneered, sending Denki into a further sulk.

You sucked you teeth, preparing to reprimand Katsuki but Sero interjected first. "I wonder if you're getting anything today, Bakugou."

Almost on cue, the smug smirk on Katsuki's face simmers down into a scowl. He scoffed, "I could care less if I got one of those pathetic bags today! I can buy my own damn candy!" As he was getting chewed out, Sero could only chuckle.

Sending a sneaky glance towards you. You sighed, tuning out Katsuki's continous speech about how candygrams were pointless and how he didn't even want any.

In the corner of your eye you could see a sympathic smile on Kirishima's lips. He nudged your arm, "Nonetheless, you should still give it to him," He whispered into your ear.

Tossing another baggie into the box next to Jirou, you nodded.

"It'll make his day, I promise."

ฺ｡*:･

"Woah... seventeen for Yaomomo," Jirou blinked a couple times as your class erupted in a wave of teasing while Momo shuffled her way up to the front.

"Just take the whole damn box." Denki bitterly jutted it out her. He doubled over suddenly when Mina took said box and hit him in the stomach.

"Sorry, he's being very negative today." She handed Yaomomo her designated number of bags, making Denki help her to her desk.

You giggled softly. Your class was the last one for today, thankfully. Somehow, you had already grown sick to the smell of chalky sweets, even if your name hasn't been called yet.

"Twelve for Todoroki," Shoto came up to the front as dazed as ever while Denki muttered a very distasteful shocker under his breath.

Katsuki scoffed from his spot next you, leaning his back against the classroom chalk board. "Can't I go back to my desk?" He groaned.

Sero sucked his teeth, forming a conversation while Jirou's monotonous call continued. "Seeing as you didn't lift a finger all day I think you should be able to."

He prepared a smug smirk for Katsuki's explosive comeback but before he could speak through his gritted teeth, Aizawa had already shushed them.

"Two for Denki," A giggle that she covered up immediately with her hand fell from Jirou's lips and the classroom followed suit with a fit of snickers.

You could've sworn you say Denki's eye twitch before being handed two baggies by a grinning Mina. "Hey! That's two more than last year, right buddy?" Kirishima smacked Denki on the back in attempt to comfort.

"I don't think he wants words from someone who got seven more than him, Kiri." You whispered, noticing the way Denki borderline shook under Kirishima's hand.

"Four for ___." Your laughing fit with Kirishima was interrupted by your own name being called and Mina handing you your treats.

"Tch. What four imbeciles went out of their way to buy one of those for you?" Katsuki mused before you could speak yourself.

"You smell that," you sniffed around, Katsuki's eyes narrowed at you. "I smell pure jealousy." Your bags were waved in Katsuki's face for a moment before he was swatting your hands away.

"And last but certainly not least, one for Katsuki." Your heart skipped a beat. Not just at the mention of his name like it usually did but because you knew that one bag was purchased by you for him.

You were eager to look over and see the confused look on Katsuki's face you knew he was wearing but your heart was already beating in your ears so loud that you were in a stand still.

The thoughts you've had that always followed since you even got the idea to give him one started to roam freely.

Would he be grossed out? Would he be curious? What if he already suspects you because you're being obvious? And what if, miraculously, Kirishima's right and it makes his day?

But instead of laying any of those raging questions to rest, Katsuki accepts his bag from Mina silently. No snarky comment, no anger, just a soft tint of pink layering his cheeks as he looked at the packaging he had seen a hundred times already.

"Alright, thanks for finally wrapping that up, Jirou. Don't get those candy wrappers on my floor, I'm taking a nap." Mister Aizawa waved you all off like he always did and found home in that yellow sleeping bag.

While your committee cleaned up the boxes, the classroom fluttered with chatter. The spectrum of conversation being who they think would get them one and who they think bought something for the other person.

The cleanup was quick, so you all headed to the front where all the seats were open and gathered.

"Two. I only got two." Denki finally awoke from his daze to the realization.

You laughed, taking one from your bunch and leaning over to Denki. "I can share one of mine. Not really a fan of sweethearts."

But Denki still proved to be bitter, slapping your bag away. "I don't need your pity candy, ___."

You snorted. "Okay, suit yourself."

"So, it turns out Kat actually got one. You owe me twenty bucks Jirou." Sero made grabby hands at the girl who scoffed and immediately went into her bag.

You expected the usual antics to come from Katsuki who sat in his usual desk, one ahead of you. But again, there was no yelling, or anger, just a scoff and a glare.

"You idiots bet on me?" He asked.

"Hey, I thought it was easy money since I know exactly who would've got you one. Thankfully, they pulled through." Sero collected his cash with glee while you broke out into a cold sweat. Your eyes darted to Sero, a threatening message within them that you're sure he understood.

"Who?" Katsuki tried to make it seem like he didn't really care with the tone he used. But he was genuinely curious, you could tell. Which made you sweat more.

Katsuki sucked his teeth. "It was probably you, so you could get the money." The breath of relief you took was like no other, you visibly relaxed.

Sero chuckled. "No sir, I spent no money on candygrams. So, keep on guessing."

Fortunately, the bell rang, signaling that class and school as a whole was over. Your class flooded out, all walking to your dorm together in the usual group. Kirishima found his way to you in the crowd, bumping your hip.

"See, I told you." He pointed to a couple feet away where Katsuki walked ahead, bag still in hand as he stared down at it.

You felt your face start to heat up, nudging him with your elbow. "Maybe he's weirded out."

Kirishima scoffed. "If you told him it was from you, I assure you then you'll know it made his day."

A sigh had your body slumping. "I don't know, Kiri. I've managed to keep a good friendship with Kat. It's risky enough that I bought him one but confessing is another thing."

Even though you've managed to get through Katsuki's tough exterior ( kind of ), you still couldn't read him that well. How were you supposed to know when the right time to tell him was? Or if a right time even existed.

"Do it, trust me." Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, you gulped and darted your attention again to Katsuki's back.

ฺ｡*:･

You spent the rest of the day wallowing in your room with your inner conflict. Even ignoring the invites from your friends to spend the day watching d—list romance movies to sulk. It wasn't until later on in the evening that you came out of your room.

The dorms were less lively, almost everyone going away to their rooms to do whatever. You were convinced you were the only one in the main area until you saw Katsuki in the kitchen, unfortunately.

Your feet were ready to take you back upstairs to hide from him. But he must've heard the creaking that happened under your feet and caught you. His maroon eyes piercing right through you.

Damn it.

"Hey, Kat." You greeted awkwardly, hesitantly shuffling into the kitchen.

He nodded at you in acknowledgement, continuing to watch whatever he had in the microwave go round. The kitchen fell silent while the cogs in your head worked together to find yourself an excuse as to why you were even in here.

You shuffled through cabinets, pretending you were looking for something in particular.

"Hey," Katsuki beckoned your attention. His eyes were still trained on the microwave but obviously he was listening and waiting for your response. You hummed in answer, halting your pretend scavenging and leaning on the counter next to the fridge.

"You have any clue who bought me that baggie thing?" As he continued, his head turned to you. Your eyes enlarged at the sudden question that was accompanied by Katsuki staring you down. You felt like you were under an intense spotlight and there was no way out other than to a) lie or b) spill the beans.

Your brain was telling you to just get it over with and do the former, admit it to him confidently like Kiri had been urging you to do. Face the consequences as they came and stop hiding. So, you inhaled deeply and exhaled.

"I— uh— well, I— uh..." If you had the willpower to face palm you would, but apparently none of the signals your brain was sending were making it through to your body. Because your mouth kept opening and closing, no confession or accountability flowing out like you had hoped.

The only you could do was heat up and start sweating. The spotlight was getting hotter and more blinding.

The urge to face plant into the island ahead of you increased when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at you. The intimidating look sending chills up your spine.

You coughed. Putting an end to your stuttering and stammering. Your eyes fell to the tiles of the kitchen, hoping they'd loosen up one by one and swallow you whole.

"If there's something you want to tell me, idiot, spit it out," The microwave went off but now Katsuki could care less. He was edging towards you, arms crossed and curious to why it seemed like you were being interrogated for murder when he asked what he thought was a simple question.

Just do it.

The phrase chanted repeatedly in your head. And with the last of your dignity, you finally fulfilled your brain's request.

"I did it. I'm the one who bought the candygram..., Kat." You started off strong, but moving onto the second sentence your voice began to mellow.

You wanted to look anywhere except Katsuki but the shocked look on his face, accompanied by the tint of red covering his cheeks kept you drawn in. This time around he was staring down at the tiles, probably wishing the same thing that you were just seconds ago.

"If you did it as a joke, id—" Katsuki was about to threaten you, ready to build his walls back up but your adrenaline from fessing up was obviously still surging through you.

"No! It wasn't to prank you or anything, I did it because I like you, Kat. A lot." You paused, inhaling.

"A—and I've been meaning to tell you but I didn't know how you'd react because you're not really open. But then Kirishima told me it was a good idea, so I—" Your real self snapped back to reality in the middle of your confession, and it was apparent as you began to ramble and scratch the nape of your neck.

"Alright, enough. You sound like damn Deku." Katsuki, thankfully, put an end to your tangent that you silently agreed did sound like Izuku.

You laughed awkwardly, hoping it'd ease the tension not only in the air but in you. It felt nice to get that weight off your shoulders but oh boy did you have a lot to face. Like for example, how did Katsuki feel? Did he even reciprocate feelings? What would your friendship look like after this?

You had to know. You were dying to know. "So?" You mumbled, now fiddling with your fingers.

Katsuki's hand was at his nape like yours was moments ago. He huffed, obviously looking for the words. "You know, if you're going to confess to someone you should be more up front about it." Katsuki took short steps towards you.

You just hoped he couldn't hear your heart banging against your ribcage, because that's basically all you could focus on.

"I know." You answered.

"Tch. And I guess in saying that I should be taking my own advice." He grumbled, moving his gaze to the tile again. Your body basically perked up at the sound of that.

"Katsuki, did you send me a candygram?" Your assumption aloud make Katsuki scoff, his face heating up more and his gaze wandering even further. Now that the tables seemed to be turned, you suppressed your laughter. You had been psyching yourself out this whole time but Katsuki was basically in the same boat as you.

"So, what do we do now, Kat?" You asked, you crossed your arms. A hopeful thought that since he reciprocated your feelings a relationship would come of it.

Katsuki scoffed, dropping his arm into having them crossed again. "What did I tell you about that stupid nickname, dumbass?"

You laughed at his scowl. Thankful that even after the sudden confession between you to didn't actually tint your dynamic like you theorized it would.

Katsuki huffed, not seeking to bicker with you anymore. "Are you free this Saturday?"

"Uh, yea—"

"Alright, then. Be ready by three." That's what you were left with as Katsuki turned on his heel and left the kitchen with whatever he had in the microwave.

Your mind was still registering what had just happened, but all you could do was thank your luck and Kirishima.

[kakiwrites]

taking refuge with the pirates

Genre: fluff

A Hanta Sero x reader

Synopsis: A time where elves, fairies, dragons, and other wonderful creatures live in harmony, how would you choose to live? On a pirate ship? Making potions? Who do you stumble upon along the journey? A soldier, a poet, a king? Well, that’s for you to decide.

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 a/n: writing this out of pure procrastination because our teacher gives us group works every single week to perform with no breaks. Thanks anon for the request! I really enjoyed all the sero requests because I didn't do him often. So finally, I can experiment and actually try to see if I could do his character or not! Hope you guys enjoy it! Requests are open so please don't be shy to leave anything in my inbox! Let's get started!

 Finally, someone found you.

 Well, you found them.

 You were one of the maids sailing with the princesses and princes for a party when a hot-headed prince pushed you overboard because you didn't get your dish was. Ridiculous and cruel as It seemed, it still happened. You were luckily close to an old deserted island where you stayed for the next couple of days surviving off of rainwater and fruits bare from the trees.

 You were trying to spot small ships that might find your way when you hear yelling from the eastern side of the island. What was that? You went all around already to find no one inhabiting it. So why are there voices now? Were you just hallucinating?

 You hid behind the bushes as you saw a man with jet-black hair, tied behind in a messy ponytail and a girl with pink skin. Their outfits yelled out 'pirate' with bandanas and ruffed up tunics, pants and skirts, swords sheathed to their side.

 They seemed to be collecting some fruit from the trees and placing them in empty barrels to take back to their main ship which was rocking back and forth steadily.

 These weren't the kind of people that would take you in.

 You were about to turn away and look for another way out when you accidentally trip and made yourself known to the two pirates.

 They immediately paraded towards you, swords in hand. "state your name, spy." the raven-haired boy said with a scowl. Even though he seemed angry, he was feeling happy. Happy because he finally captured one of the coast guard spies and can finally repay his captain, Bakugo, with a little bit of fun, getting information out of the poor little girl.

 Poor… little… girl. He felt a void in his stomach. he couldn't decipher what it meant, But even then, he didn't waver, pointing his sharpened sword to your neck. You can feel the sharpness and you knew that if you say the wrong thing or try to make a run for it, you'll get slashed down without much of a fight.

 "I'm not a spy." you tried to convince them desperately, making the boy raised his eyebrow in question. The pink-skinned girl spoke up next, a smirk filled with anger and smugness on her face.

 "then what are you? Who are you?" she said, pressing her sword on your collarbone. You gulped and raised your hands.

 "I'm (y/n). I've been stuck on this island for a while." you laughed nervously. The boy, still skeptical, pulls his sword away and sheaths it back up. The pink girl doing the same.

 "come on mina, we don't have time for this. Captain Bakubro's gonna kill us," he said with a dark chuckle before walking back to the boat to load the barrels into them. Mina giggled, she was about to leave when she looked back at you pitifully. She lends her hand out to help you stand. You take it gratefully.

 "mina, what are you doing?" he asked, looking over the bush to see the girl chatting away with you and making you laugh.

 "sero, can we take her with us?" she pleaded, pushing you forward, well, too forward as you stumbled and fell, just in time for the boy to catch you in his arms. You felt your cheeks burn hot as you looked away. Sero cleared his throat before standing you upright then looking back at mina who was giggling to herself. He didn't even realize until he gazed down that he was still holding you by the shoulders.

 "y-you okay?" he asked you, trying to keep his voice from cracking and embarrassing himself. You smiled at him, your smile was really infectious, making sero smile at you too.

 "perfectly okay," you said. Just then, mina rushed over and immediately helped you into the boat without any further questions. Sero tried to regain his composure before hopping in and rowing the boat away from the shore and next to the bowl of the ship.

 The other crewmates lower the rope and start helping their two members by carrying the barrels onto the poop deck. "denki, Eiji! A little help here!" mina yelled out as she ushered you up the ladder right after sero. The boys, denki, and eijiro, stared at you as you stepped onto the deck. Everyone stopped and stared. Your gaze fell to the ground. They were gonna kick you out just as you thought you were finally going to get out of that place.

 Sero stood in front of you, obscuring their view of you. He stuck out his pinky from behind his back for you to take for comfort and you do so. Sero was as pink as mina as everyone started laughing to themselves.

 The laughing garnered the attention of someone in the captain's quarters. The man burst open the door, the murmurs and laughs fell silent as the blonde swept over the room only to spot you sandwiched between sero and mina, who just got on board.

 "sero. Who is that?" the man, who you assumed was the captain, said. Sero gulped before looking at the blonde eye to eye.

 "We found her stranded on the island, captain Bakugo. I wouldn't just leave a fair lady all alone." he said in the best confident tone he could muster.

the captain, bakugo as sero called him, rubbed the bridge of his nose. "and who is going to take care of her? Teach her the basics and pick up her slack huh?" he said. Mina was about to speak up when sero looked back at her and shook his head, clearing his throat to get the captain's attention once more.

 "I'll take full responsibility for her captain." he simply said. Luckily, captain bakugo didn't seem to be a stubborn person when It came to new people. He just grumbled before looking back at all three of you.

 "Okay then, you better not be bullshitting me hanta. You're going to watch her every move got it?" the captain said. All eyes were on sero once more. He adjusted pulls his pinky away which made you sad but not before his hand finds yours and he squeezes to keep your spirits up. He looked back at you. He had a smile that could make anyone swoon over. His eyes glistened and shone with some kind of passion you can't put your finger on. He was looking at you with so much… trust and hope. Even though you couldn't tell what he was thinking, mina could read him like a book.

 Sero felt love at first sight.

 "I would gladly take care of her sir."

 ITS SO SHORT schoolwork popped up and I was suddenly brought out of the mood. Sorry if it looks rushed or bad because I think it is. I kinda also changed it up a little, so hopefully that's okay with you guys 😊Requests are open by the way so please don't be shy to leave anything In my inbox! Love you guys ♥️💖💕

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[lovelytarou]

you make me go uwu

pairing: midoriya izuku x reader

genre: fluff, angst

tags: inspired by the song uwu by chevy

a/n: i'm just projecting my izuku feels and me literally going soft whenever i see his chubby face in the manga ang going uwu over it, also i still have a christmas hangover so sorry if you don't celebrate that or not fond of it! hearts, reblogs & feedbacks are greatly appreciated 💗

midoriya izuku is a lot of things.

he's one of the best students at UA and was quite known to be a reckless person who never thinks twice about helping someone. his knack for breaking his bones was a testament to that fact.

he's no doubt going to be one of the best pro heroes out there soon, with a big heart, a kind soul, and a courageous spirit.

midoriya izuku is a lot of things and possessing such cute, squishable cheeks is one of them. or more likely, being cute is one of them.

this thought occured to you when he offered to help you in one of the classes you're having trouble with. being at such close proximity made you aware of just how green his eyes are and when the sunlight hits them just right, they look like beautiful gems. or how he always seem to mutter under his breath when he's thinking too hard, or how his right leg would unconsciously shift to you like he wanted to get closer.

but one of the things you noticed the most, is his cheeks while he puffs them out of frustration.

he's gonna give me a heart attack one of these days with how cute he is

incident #1

you were currently at the cafeteria, sitting at a table with the dekusquad (kaminari came up with it, izuku claimed their little group don't have a name) which consists of ochaco, shouto, tenya, and izuku.

everything is going well, the group had already bought their food and are now digging in after a collective, “itadakimasu!”

you just had the most fortunate opportunity to sit in front if izuku, of all people, who is too busy eating.

he paused for a moment to answer iida's question who's beside him and it made his cheeks bloated with the food inside.

you choked on your drink because you just felt your heart swell with how cute he looks. it almost reminded you of a hamster.

shouto who is sitting on your left, gave you a concerned look and offered you his water.

“are you okay, l/n-san?” his question made izuku turn to you both, you felt your cheeks heat up when he looked at you while looking like that.

“i-i'm fine, thanks.” you took the water from him and gulped it down to clear your throat, and cool your nerves.

“you should chew your food properly when eating or else you'll choke!” iida scolded, waving his hands in a chopping motion you all grew to be familiar with.

“s-sorry...” you can't help but scratch at your nape in embarrassment.

incident #2

“midoriya, you're up.” aizawa called one afternoon on another day of training.

the rest of class 1-a stood back while izuku stepped in front. this was another one of aizawa's endurance training and one of the challenges was to beat a bunch of the robots from the entrance exam once again. how he can call this endurance training, you don't know.

“SMAAAAASH!” you heard izuku yell, tearing through what was once a robot and turning it into scraps of metal.

he did this to the other robots and he landed on his feet with a very serious look that instead of making him look intimidating, it actually made him look more adorable.

“he's like an angry bunny–” you cut yourself off with a hand on your mouth as you laughed quietly, another flush blossoming on your cheeks.

“i know right?! look how cute he is, but he's scary when he shows how strong he is like that.” mina added, looking at izuku who's walking towards the both of you now.

you immediately composed yourself when his eyes landed on you.

“y/n! are you okay? your face is all red! are you sick? do you need to go to recovery girl? shall i take you to her? what if you're overheating?! it's so hot out and your hero costume's probably too heavy–” he began to ramble and you can only stare at him with wide eyes as he continued with his wild thoughts.

quickly dismissing him with a hand on his mouth as everyone started to look at the two of you, izuku stared down at it and felt flustered at how soft your hand felt on his lips.

he's practially kissing your palm, do you even register what you're doing to him?!

“shh! i'm fine! it's just...you're so–” you were about to tell him that he's just so damn cute but you were called by aizawa.

“uh, i gotta go! see ya later!” you scrambled away from him, heart beating fast inside your chest.

that was close.

incident #3

“hey, y/n? can i ask you a favor?” you looked up from your phone when izuku approached you on the dorm's common room.

worry is written all over his face as he fumbled with his fingers, thinking about you being too busy even though you're literally on your phone all day.

there he goes again.

before he can overthink more, you smiled at him warmly and stood up from your seat.

“sure, what's up?”

izuku gulped, “well, uh, i was thinking of a gift to give to someone but i, um, don't know if they'll like it? i kinda, um, need your opinion on it, if that's okay?”

he stared at you with big doe eyes and you can't help but swoon when he looks at you like that. of course, how can you say no to that face? he looks like he'd cry any moment if you denied him.

“alright! what gift did you get for this particular someone?” you teased, nudging his side.

he led the two of you to his room, which isn't the first time since it became a usual thing for the two of you to study together there or simply hang out and talk about your problems, about what you did that day, rambling about your favorite heroes...basically this has became your second room. and your's his.

“um, i got them this,” he opened his bedside drawer and pulled out a small box. inside it, he revealed a beautiful necklace with a letter D as a pendant.

“it's for ‘deku’ which sounds kind of cheesy since it's my hero name, but i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,” he reached for something inside his shirt, showing you an identical looking necklace with a familiar letter on it.

you don't want to assume things, but whoever is this particular someone that izuku is going to give the necklace to, they sure are one lucky person. not only is he kind, thoughtful, caring, and not to mention cute, but they'd be lucky to have someone like izuku fall for them.

ignoring the sudden pang of hurt in your chest, you forced a smile on your mouth and cooed at him.

“aww, that is so cute, izu! i'm sure they would love that very much. i know i would! if they don't, you can just always give it to me,” you joked, laughing to mask your hurt.

“r-really? you think so?” when you nodded in response, izuku heaved a big sigh of relief, “well, i trust you, y/n. i'm sure they would love this.”

after that, you excused yourself out of his room and proceeded to go to yours. sleep didn't come to you easily that night, thinking about the special someone that izuku was talking about and how much it would hurt once you saw them together.

over the years you spent being his friend, you never thought you would harbor such deep, intense feelings for the green-haired boy. you don't doubt he has great things ahead of him, and because of that, you started to like him for how strong he is and how he continues to be a better hero, and an overall a great person. that awe soon turn to adoration. and before you knew it, you're falling hard for izuku.

last incident

it's christmas, and the day before, aizawa had made all of you draw lots for your secret santas. your heart stopped when you saw izuku's name on the paper you pulled from the bowl.

you didn't think too much of it and decided to give him something all might-related and called it a day, still a little sour over izuku falling for someone else.

when the dreaded day came, everybody was so chaotic and high on their holiday spirits. even bakugou, which they convinced to wear a santa hat and haul the gifts in a bag. although, he still had a big scowl on his face and basically threw the gifts to their designated owners.

“shitty hair!” bakugou barked, pulling out a gift from the bag. kirishima hopped over to where bakugou was sitting and accepted the gift with a big smile on his face.

“whoa, bakugou! you're my secret santa?!” he asked in shock, eyes shining.

“it does says my name there, doesn't it, idiot? now hurry up and open your gift already,” kirishima did just that and bursted into tears when his gift was a crimson riot themed crocs. he thanked bakugou over and over while the latter hid his smile poorly with a cough.

“whatever. dunce face! you're next!” he practically threw kaminari's gift to him which the boy almost failed to catch, earning him a snigger from the explosive boy.

“man, why do you gotta be the santa for christmas? you're cruel!” kaminari pouted, turning around to go back to where he was squished in between sero and mineta.

“you got a problem with that, dunce face?!” he growled, his palms crackling with his quirk. kirishima tried to diffuse his anger.

when everything is calm, bakugou proceeded to dig into the bag for gifts.

“here, you shitty nerd.” he tossed your gift to izuku, you almost yelped a ‘be careful!’ but izuku had great reflexes and caught your gift swiftly. his eyes widened when he read who his secret santa was. your eyes met each other but was abruptly cut off when bakugou called your name.

“y/n! here's yours,” he was oddly calm when handing you your gift, albeit a little bored.

that received a lot of complaints from your other classmates and you can only shake your head while chuckling at their antics.

deciding to get some time for yourself, you went to the balcony for some air and sat down on one of the steps at the entrance.

placing the gift on your lap, you read the tag attached to it. it was wrapped in a simple green wrapper with red ribbon that finished the look.

to: y/n

happy holidays!

from: D

the name made you curious and even if you hated yourself for it, lit a sparkle of hope inside yourself. what if it was him who gave you the gift?

you had no time to dwell much on the thought and opened the gift instead. your breath hitched in your throat as you recognized the familiar box. lifting the lid with shaky hands, you felt your eyes sting as you looked down at your gift.

it was the necklace that izuku showed you before. you were such an idiot for thinking it was for someone special and did not think it was for the secret santa.

you carefully lifted it in your fingers and the light from the inside catched the D attached to it. it was beautiful. izuku's words echoed inside your head.

“i just thought that if i gave it to them then that means i'm with them wherever they are,”

“did you...not like it?” the boy in question appeared beside you and upon noticing your tears on your face, he immediately thought it gave a negative effect.

gasping, you quickly wiped away your tears and shook your head wildly at him.

“izu, no! i-i love it! actually, it's kinda funny...”

“funny?” he tilted his head in confusion, concern still etched onto his face.

“i was sad that you care a lot about someone else to give them this wonderful gift. i didn't realize that you would give something like this...to me,” you laughed through your tears, sniffling a bit.

“why would you think that?” his voice is so soft and genuinely confused that you can't help but feel your heart beat even more, and fall for him harder than you should.

“because,” you think of a way to word your feelings better but instead what came out was, “you're you and i'm...me,”

it was stupid, but with the overflowing emotions you're feeling right now, it's hard to voice your emotions.

izuku huffed, his cheeks puffing up once again because of the action.

“what do you mean by that? i mean, you're the most amazing person i've ever met! and you're always there for me when i'm sad, and happy and-and...whenever i'm with you, i always feel this...this...warmth! it's like, when you come home after a long day and you just felt safe and comforted. or-or when my mom cooks my favorite food it just makes me feel fuzzy inside! it's like when i watch my favorite video of all might over and over again and i never get tired of it,” he sighed after his long speech, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stared at you with determination.

“what i'm getting at is...i care a lot about you, y/n.” he let out in one breath. he stared up at you with big eyes, those damn eyes that never failed to make your heart jump and stomach do flips.

chuckling at yourself, you raised both of your hands and squeezed his cheeks with all your might making him yelp in pain.

“ow! y/n...” he whined.

“sorry, sorry! i've always wanted to do that!” you snorted.

“i care a lot about you, too, izu–” he suddenly kissed the corner of your mouth, making you shut up in shock. he had a smirk on his lips, amused by your reaction.

“i've always wanted to do that,” he threw your words back at you. feeling your whole face heat up, you turned your back towards him and held out your hand holding the necklace.

“whatever! just help me put this on, will you?” you felt his hands take the necklace from your grasp. you shivered when you felt the cold metal touch your skin but it was quickly replaced by his warm hands.

“there.” he mumbled, voice far too close to your ear. before you can thank him, you felt his lips brush your nape where the lock was and squealed from the contact.

the idiot only laughed at this and ushered you to stand up, helping you to your feet.

“let's go back inside, i heard they prepared a lot of food today.”

without thinking, izuku grabbed your hand and led you inside the dorm. you could only let him drag you as you stared at your joined hands, playing with the necklace hanging on your neck before staring back up at izuku who's smiling at you.

he's the best gift that you could ever ask for.

[depths-of-your-soul]

Just 'cuz

Pair: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff

Summary: A group has let themselves into your life and within that group, there lie a guy who seem to treat you better than the rest.

Notes: I'm sorryyyyy!! I'm an angst lover and I like the sudden buildup that lets it seem more heartfelt ksksksk

Your life was worthless. You had nothing exceptional about you. You weren't pretty, smart or fun to be around. You didn't know how to talk to others, always getting scared just to look at others in the eye.

Simply living day by day for no reason, you wanted to completely disappear. You wanted to... But you couldn't. You loved your parents, the only people who you can talk to comfortably without getting judged. They were the only reason you still live on - to repay their sacrifices.

Often though, you would be pulled into a group whose warmth always seemed to radiate to you. There was rarely a time when you felt left out when you are with them, making you look forward to hanging out with them. You felt at home with them for some strange reason.

There was Mina, a very funny and cheerful person, you always looked up to how outstanding she is. He fluffy pink curles bouncing on tune with her glees and movements with her face beaming.

A kind sould called Sero was one who is less hectic than the rest was always there to encourage you to speak up whenever he saw that you have been quiet for a while. He always was there to help you tape anything when needed, a very generous person, so to say.

Next, there was Denki, a slightly perverted guy who still respects women more than a certain someone. He knows when his teasing and perversion was too much and would apologize when you get uncomfortable with his comment.

In addition, Eijirou is always very polite and is quite a gentleman, always talking about how manly he wishes to be. The person who would call out to you whenever he sees you alone with your thoughts, his kindness had always touched you.

Last but not least, the 'leader' of the group, Katsuki. He was often the type to not let anyone come near him very so often. Always complaining and getting angry and annoyed about everything, most people would be frightened by his presence, moving out of his way in fear of being glared at by him. He was like a walking volcano that can erupt at any moment.

One thing to note though, is that he would always tolerate you sitting cloae to him whenever there was little space to sit, especially in the cafeteria. He would often pull you to his side when you did not know where to stand while you can conversations.

Once, you were hanging out with them when you almost got hit by a person who was running only to be pulled close by Katsuki, telling you to be careful or else he kill you. In spite of his harsh words, you knew they were empty promises that was only worried for your safety. His tone towards you were always soft, gentle and filled with empty threats that would never come true.

His vermillion eyes would always lurk towards your direction, often locking into each others orbs before going back to chatting with others, fully knowing that he was still watching you. It might have seemed creepy and uncomfortable if it were other people, however his gaze would somehow give you a tinge of calmness.

This group would always make you feel loved, as though they wanted you to be there with them. Soon, the amount of times you felt un-need vanished. Your days became such adventures, new stories forming each and every single day you lurked around them.

To add to that, you also talked to Katsuki more, feeling blissful whenever he agreed with your opinion. Out of everyone in the group you were closer to Katsuki and Eijirou.

Eiji will always make you hyper through his overwhelming enthusiasm whereas Katsuki ensures your safety and tolerates your stupidity. You wishes for such endearing days to never end.

One day, you were out with Katsuki and Eijirou for a project. The three of you went to a park to conduct your experiment and investigation for your group work.

It was all fun and good, your investigation went smoother than expected, allowing your work to finish soon. Therefore, the three of you decided to go to a nearby mall while Katsuki gets forced to follow.

Going through shops was a lot of fun. The clothes, toys, items and decorations were all beautiful. You have never seen such a sight before you, your vision seemed to see sparkles at every item you see.

For the last stop of the day, you three entered a cafe at the far corner. It was designated at the far corner of the mall, its view was exhilirating. The sun would strike through the window, giving a calming atmosphere to it.

Eijirou went to the counter to order takeaway meals for the three of you, leaving you and Katsuki to sit down near the counter.

You sat down across Katsuki, admiring how his relaxed muscles move as he sat down. The sun hitting his face outlined his defined face, vermillion orbs showing sparkles that seemed like fire within.

Upon meeting his gaze, your face gleamed with approval at his raised eyebrow. The relaxed face and posture of Katsuki was something he only showed you.

His resting face, without and facade, was a sight that you loved witnessing. The already eye candy turns into such a mesmerising statue, beholding you one of the wonders of such a high quality product.

How you wish time would stop. To have a picture of his vulnerable state within your grasp. Was it too much to ask?

Your mere wish of time stopping was a jinx, a hex so to say.

In a blink of an eye, you found yourself being photographed. The flash of the camera and the snicker of the photographer bringing you down to earth.

Turning to see who it was, you were horrified to find your former 'friends' looking at you with disgust, whispering to themselves with coy smiles.

Your memories come gushing out of you. Dark times that you wished to never think of beholding themselves within your very eyes. The monsters that you wished to never come across has caught up, ready to eat you up again. Their snickers and comments bringing tears to your eyes.

"Oh? I didn't know you had guts to even talk"

"I see that you're still as gloomy as before."

"Will you ever change? What a waste of a life."

"Did you find someone who finds you useful again? Good for you~"

No. Stop. Don't say all of those infront of him. Let me off this one time, please. Spare them the troubles, I beg you.

Their words echoed in your mind like a bell constantly ringing. You couldn't move, not even an inch. Every muscle was tense and your heart beated as though you were nearing your last breath.

In spite of your circumstance, Katsuki was only staring at them, like a cheetah about to ambush its prey. Thinking that he would not make any move, you were proven wrong.

"What about you four?" he asked. "Aren't your personalities even worse?"

He was glaring at them with contempt, hatred in his eyes obvious to the naked eye.

"And who is this guy?" One of them ask, not assessing the situation.

He stood up.

They fell.

Silence.

You couldn't even see what happened before realising that they were on the ground, bruises covering them like rashes.

Eijirou who saw the whole thing as he was about to get to you guys quickly pulled the both of you out of the cafe, apologizing for making a comotion.

Processing what had just happened, Eijirou's nagging fell on deaf ears. Your eyes locked at Katsuki's infuriated expression.

As the three of you make your way back home, you wondered what would have happened if not for Katsuki. Would you have been humiliated to no end then and there? Would they have once again attacked you with their chain of words?

Pulling onto the hem of Katsuki's shirt, you asked him the question you've tried to hold back, "Why did you help me?"

His gaze fixed onto yours, pulling you into the depths of his ruby-red eyes.

"Just cuz'"