#i once read a headcanon that said katsuki smells like caramel

[fuuwas]

could I get a bakugo fluff scenario please? maybe where he asks you out on your first date and what his date plan is?? thank you and good luck with new blog!

aww thank you sweetie! love writing flustered Bakugo, so tysm for this lovely prompt!

note: Margaret is a biweekly Japanese shōjo manga magazine published by Shueisha, primarily for girls from 11 to 15 years old, although some stories are read by adult women. (cit. Wikipedia)

Loitering in a conbini after school like some sort of otaku was not Katsuki’s idea of a good time. Standing in front of the magazine rack, the latest issue of Margaret in his hands, his face scrunched into a terrible scowl, the pages crinkling helplessly under his angry fingers. He looked so livid that a bubble of empty space had formed around him, the other costumers scurrying away as their survival instincts kicked into gear. The poor, baby-faced cashier cowered behind the counter, inwardly begging the scary U.A. student not to buy anything so they wouldn’t have to interact, his hands shaking violently as he handed an old lady her change.

“This is BULLSHIT!” Bakugo’s roar made the entire store jump. He slammed the magazine back in its place so hard the magazine rack creaked and swayed, “How the fuck am I supposed to do any of this mushy shit?! Die, Margaret!”.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed out of the store, that had been a colossal waste of fucking time. Time he could have spent studying or training. Except lately he couldn’t focus on anything because you were on his mind 24/7. 

The panels of the manga chapter he’d been reading for the past ten minutes flashed before his eyes. The male lead was a pretentious dickhead with a stupidly long chin who would spout the cheesiest crap; every time he moved, sparkles would shoot out of his hair and flowers would bloom in the background. Did girls really like that shit? Katsuki couldn’t stomach it. The thought of getting down on one knee and calling you��‘princess’ flustered him gave him hives, but he had no other research material. He’d sooner die than ask his mother, or hell, Kirishima and Kaminari for love advice. 

He had considered just confessing to you after class and getting it over with, but for some reason, rushing things with you didn’t sit well with him. Bakugo wanted it to mean something. He wanted you to feel good about him, about yourself and the two of you together. 

‘I must be fucking sick.’ He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, his heart picking up the pace as he thought about making you smile. 

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The following day Bakugo was still agitated. Why couldn’t this abhorrent feeling in his heart just fuck off somewhere? He stared at you from across the classroom, head nestled in his arms as he sat sprawled lazily over his desk. Whatever, he just had to do it. He lost sleep thinking about your stupid, pretty self, but at least he now had the perfect plan to sweep you off your feet. You would be so amazed by how romantic he could be, that you would accept his feelings as soon as he was done confessing them. He didn’t need no damn shoujo manga to tell him how it’s done.

Waiting for lunch had never been so nerve-wracking. Bakugo did his best to focus during class, but a nervous, acrid sensation in his stomach kept him from relaxing in his chair. The day wasn’t even half way done and he was already sweating bullets.

Once the morning classes were over, he waited until he was the only one left in the room. He knew Kirishima would be looking for him if he stayed back for too long, and he had absolutely no intention to appease his friend’s useless curiosity had he started to suspect anything, so he had to act quickly.

He casually opened the notebook you had left on your desk, catching a glimpse of your girly handwriting and your colorful notes, and slipped a piece of paper inside it. 

You would come back from the cafeteria almost half an hour later with your female classmates in tow, noticing Bakugo’s message after settling in your seat. It was folded more or less neatly, but the paper was all wrinkled (he’d actually considered crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at your head), as if he’d been gripping it so tight he almost ripped it, and was that writing on the back of it? 

Curiosity compelled you to open it right away. Your eyes moved to the single sentence in the middle of the paper, your fingers tracing the letters to find that he had been almost stabbing it with his pen. The thought of the grumpy boy you liked sitting down to nervously write something like this for you filled your heart with sweetness.

‘Go out with me this Sunday’

Was this his way of asking you out…? It wasn’t even a question…You looked towards Bakugo’s desk only to find him stubbornly staring at the blackboard, as if he wanted to fight it.

‘Is this a date?’ You wondered, turning the note around to read the back of it. ‘Ah…seriously, this boy…’ You couldn’t keep your giggles in check, your hand flying towards your lips in a demure gesture as you tried to quiet your laughter.

On the back of the paper, in the messiest handwriting you had ever seen, were the words ‘IT IS A DATE’, written just as if he was screaming them in your face. 

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He couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Bakugo yawned and leaned back against the brick wall of the dormitory. He was waiting for you near the entrance, knowing full well that keeping your date a secret from the others was a battle lost from the start.

Every now and then, one of his classmates would exit the dorm, throwing Katsuki either a confused look or a knowing grin as they passed him. Most of them had been wise enough not to say anything, but he ended up having to chase Ashido Mina down the street after she yelled a ‘GOOD LUCK! BAKUGO!’ at the top of her lungs, shouting a million profanities as the girl cackled.

He was a little early, but all the nervous pacing in his room was driving him insane. He needed to be outside, get some air, clear his head. And yet not even the morning chill could keep him from thinking about you.

“Katsuki-kun.” His heart fell to his stomach at the sound of your voice, his body stiffening in response. He looked towards the entrance, towards you, and for a moment all of his troubles seemed to disappear into thin air.

He had seen you in casual clothes before, you lived in the same building after all. He’d seen you in your school uniform, in your training clothes and in your hero costume, and he’s always found himself thinking that shit, you were pretty. But there was something about seeing you just a little more dolled up than usual, wearing the clothes you picked to go out with him, your lips shining with the pink of your lip gloss, that left Bakugo incapable of looking away.

Earth to Bakugo. What is one enamored boy to do in this kind of situation? He swallowed the lump in his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. One compliment, come on, you can do it.

“You look…” He started, looking away from you with an uneasy scowl on his handsome features. Beautiful, you were fucking beautiful, but no matter how hard he tried to say it, his pride kept him from being completely honest.

“…Nice, now let’s go.” He opened his palm towards you, turning his head away once again to hide the light flush that colored his cheeks. You hesitated for a second and he finally looked at you, the blush spreading to his ears as he shouted, “It’s a date, idiot! I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees, of course we’re fucking holding hands!”.

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The day hadn’t even really started yet and Bakugo already felt as if he was in some strange time paradox that had him struggling through the nine circles of Hell over and over again. Or maybe this was actually Heaven, because you were so fucking close to him, he could have kissed your face if he just leaned down.

The subway was crowded, of course it was. But while that’s not usually that big of a deal when one is alone, it turns out that by having your date pressed against you, their chest on yours and their face red from the sheer intimacy of the position and inches away from your lips, the menial task of riding on public transportation turns into a torture for the saints.

‘Fuck’s sake…’ Bakugo wanted to sigh, but inhaling would mean having your scent fill every one of his senses, so he gave up on even that, standing stiff as a robot with his back pressed against the cold side of the carriage, and you pressed against the rest of him.

“I’m so sorry about this…” He heard you mumble as you meekly tried to unglue yourself from him. Your efforts took you nowhere, for the second you managed to create one inch of space between your body and Katsuki’s, you were immediately pushed back into him.

“Ain’t your fault.” His low voice grumbled through his chest and against you, making your stomach flutter. He smelled like caramel and he was so warm, you had to keep yourself from cradling his toned body into your embrace. He took care of that for you when he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Any of these creeps touch you, you let me know. Got it?”.

It took you a moment to realize what he was doing. Enveloping you in a cozy hug, his arms were resting casually on your lower back, not because he was trying to cop a feel, but because he wanted to cover your legs with the sleeves of his jacket. He obviously didn’t mind having you so close to him, but he wasn’t going to let anyone else lay a finger on you, not on his watch.

—

“You kind of look like a shark!” Your teasing comment had earned you a sound cheek-pinching.

Walking hand in hand with you, Bakugo thought that maybe aquariums were not so boring after all. He wasn’t really interested in this kind of place, he liked watching all the colorful fish when he was a child, but he wasn��t sure this would have made for a very exciting date spot.

Still, Katsuki was an observant boy and he knew what you liked. If the beautiful smile on your face was anything to go by, you were enjoying spending time with him just as much as he was with you. There was one more thing he wanted to do while the two of you were at the aquarium though, so he ordered you to wait in front of the dolphins’ tank and quickly made his way towards the souvenir shop.

He came back to find you still with a grin on your face, the azure glow of the tanks making your eyes shine like gems in the sea, and his pulse started racing again. Fuck, how could you make him feel so inevitably in love every time he looked at you?

You jumped a little when you felt something soft land on your head. You looked up through plushy tendrils to see Bakugo standing next to you, looking at the dolphins with a relaxed expression on his face.

“You like jellyfishes, don’t you?” He said, slowly bringing his carmine eyes back to you, a small smirk curving his lips, “Fuckin’ weirdo.”

To say you liked jellyfishes was the understatement of the century. Your hand slowly lifted the object from your head, your heart racing with anticipation and your eyes twinkling like stars.

“Oh, Katsuki!” You turned towards him and beamed, the jellyfish plush squished in your loving arms, not noticing the way he almost chocked on his saliva after hearing you say his first name without honorifics. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and down, barely resisting the urge to grab his face and smooch his cute, filthy mouth.

“Yeah, yeah…” Katsuki grumbled. Maybe the way you got excited over jellyfishes wasn’t exactly normal, but fuck if it wasn’t cute. The way you looked at him made him feel like lava, like you adored all of him, and the poor boy suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself.

His face burning, his palms sweating, he grabbed your head and turned it back towards the tanks, “Stop looking at me! Look at the fish, dammit!”.

—

For someone so rough around the edges, Katsuki had treated you with the utmost care for the entire day. Opening doors for you, being considerate of your needs, and forcing you to sit down and rest when it looked like you were getting tired, all without really thinking about it. Taking care of you came naturally to him, as if he considered the both of you to be a single unit.

He held your hand for the entire day. His palm was clammy but you found it adorable, the way he got so worked up over you made you feel cherished, especially when you managed to fluster him so much that smoke started coming out of his hands.

Now he was standing in front of you, the date was over, you two were back where you started at the Heights Alliance, but you weren’t ready for this day to end.

“Thank you for today, I had so much fun.” You smiled up at him and Katsuki preened, completely pleased with himself. Take that, stupid fucking Margaret.

“Yeah, I bet this was the best fucking date you’ve ever been on.”

“Well…” You hummed, bringing a finger to your chin and tilting your head, pretending to think about it, “I guess I could rank it in my top three…?”

Your devious joke was met with a loud and incensed “HUH?!” as Bakugo’s infamous anger flared back to life. He looked so offended! You just couldn’t help but laugh at the funny expression on his face.

The pretty chimes of your laughter were cut off as he covered your lips with his warm ones, his bony hands cupping your face, effectively shutting you up.

You could see the sun setting behind his back, coloring the sky a stunning, blinding shade of orange that still could not warm you quite like Katsuki did.

“…You’re supposed to close your eyes.” He whined lazily against your mouth, cracking his ruby eyes open to shoot you an annoyed look. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck, sweetly silencing his complaints with your lips again and again.

Katsuki was truly your precious treasure.

[shotorozu]

i love love love making bakugou flustered

so

(crush) fem!reader who is usually pretty reserved suddenly showering a series of affection to bakugou <3

like reader combing through his hair after a spar because it was messy or hugging him when he seems grumpier than usual something like that

showering bakugou with affection

bakugou katsuki x reader

legend : [Y/N = your name] reserved fem!reader, quirk not specific.

fic type : headcanons + small scenario [lots of fluff]

notes : you don’t need to be a bakuhoe to realize how genius bakugou’s hero costume is. the flavor, ESPECIALLY HIS WINTER COSTUME!! 🪦

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bakugou katsuki

man is somehow the biggest tsundere for his s/o, and the biggest softie for them

anyway—

bakugou’s SO glad that you’re not very touchy with him.

given by your nature— it was safe to assume that you didn’t like that sort of stuff.

he never liked too much pda, because.. why would you show things like that to the world??

but does he sometimes wish you’d just give him hugs out of nowhere, yes. even bakugou wishes things like that

he’s glad he has that much self control, otherwise he would’ve just hugged you until you suffocated.

today, bakugou was grumpier than usual. well.. he’s alway’s grumpy anyway.

but you can practically feel the grumpy energy radiate from him, everyone could feel it.

you choose not to make a comment about it, i mean.. it’s not abnormal for bakugou to be agitated

moving on! you guys are training vigorously right?

bakugou slides off of you, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

yet even after all that vigorous training, bakugou still felt agitated.

it feels like he’ll explode at any single moment, but when he feels a hand snake into his hair,

he halts.

scenario

bakugou halts all movements when he feels a warm gentle hand snake into his ash blonde hair. he looks towards you, clearly taken aback— seeing his crush merely inches infront of him, just threading her fingers through his hair.

he’s silent for once, and it’s almost on beat when the weight on his shoulders release. it’s almost like your hands had some magical touch to it.

his cheeks immediately break out into a bright red, and he moves to speak— yet, you silence him with a sudden tug, pulling him closer to you.

“you’re grumpy, right?” you mutter into his ear as you continue to play with his soft hair. despite it’s appearance, bakugou’s hair wasn’t sharp or blunt, but rather— soft.

he grumbles something under his breath, and he doesn’t care to snatch your hands off of him. bakugou’s very glad that you can’t see his face, since he’s positive that it’s redder than red.

at this point, bakugou’s silently wishing you’d touch him more (but not in the way it sounds.)

“oh well,” you hum, and pull him into a hug— not caring about the afterglow of the training sweat. the nearly welcoming, sweet smell of caramel fill your senses. he melts into your touch immediately, burying his head in the crook of your neck.

he would’ve said “grumpy? the fuck does that mean?” by now, but he’s simply appalled, and if he spoke— his voice would’ve shook, which he’ll never live to see. bakugou too flustered, to the point he stammered.

never in a blue moon would he imagine you to do something like this. i mean— again.. you never deprive him from physical touch, but you’d never hug him out in the open like this.

there’s a strong silence, and he decides to break it then and there. “thanks.” he simply says, his voice still sounding gruff— yet it sounds different in a way, it’s probably because he’s calm.

“no problem, baku.” you mumble, “anything so you don’t explode right?”

he looks at you, his cheeks still tinted red “the fuck does that mean??”

you only giggle, smiling at the very classic bakugou reply. even when he’s flustered, he’ll always be the same.

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