#katsuki ‘I know deku better than anyone else’ bakugo

[chandralia]

deku’s batshit crazy fixation with katsuki vs katsuki’s unbridled obsession and dedication to deku, and you’re gonna tell me they’re not made for each other

[fangdokja]

You’re the light he vowed to keep, even if he has to snuff it out first.

❤︎ Synopsis. You’re trapped in the suffocating grip of a man who loves you just enough to destroy you—until you’re nothing but his broken, devoted possession. A love that feels more like a curse than a choice.

♡ Book. Forbidden Fruits: Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Pro Hero! Katsuki x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Pro Hero! Shouto x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Villain! Deku x Fem. Reader, Yandere! Dabi x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanons. Ruined, Owned, Loved. - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 3,897

♡ TW. dom + top + older yandere, non con, possessiveness, psychological manipulation and conditioning, suggestive themes, fear play, emotional manipulation and abuse, hints at rough play and sex, psychological and emotional trauma, isolation, monitoring, lack of boundaries, non con kissing and touching, forced relationship, BDSM, manipulation of circumstances, threats, mature language, degradation, verbal abuse, kidnapping

♡ Note. Due to Tumblr policy, all characters are all of age.

♡ Pro Hero! Bakugo Katsuki.

You knew better than to try running. The moment you felt his presence—a simmering furnace of fury and control—it was already too late. He didn’t announce his arrival with words; his footsteps were enough, sharp and deliberate, heavy boots hitting the floor like a countdown to something inevitable. Bakugo’s voice was never soft; it was a serrated edge, ripping through the air as if he had a right to every breath you took. And when he spoke, it wasn’t a question.

“Thought you could get away, huh?” His laugh was cruel, low, and full of condescension. “You’re dumber than I thought. But that’s fine. I like you stupid. Makes you easier to handle.”

His hands were everywhere—calloused, hot, burning like the aftermath of an explosion. You hated how they felt on your skin, hated the way your body betrayed you, trembling when he pressed you against the cold, unyielding surface of the wall. He’d whisper things in your ear, not because he cared, but because he wanted to hear you choke on your protests. He fed on resistance. It made him more determined, more ruthless, as if he needed to prove a point.

“You think anyone else could handle you? Take care of you? Fucking useless brat. I’m the only one who knows what you need.”

There was no romance in his touch, only dominance, a need to mark, to conquer. His lips were blistering against your neck, leaving bruises that would bloom dark and ugly—a reminder of his claim. He reveled in the small, broken noises you made, each gasp a sign of his victory. To Bakugo, love wasn’t soft. It was brutal, raw, and destructive. And you were the perfect canvas for his fire.

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Bakugo Katsuki was never the kind of man to hold back. Even now, with the faint scent of charred air clinging to him and his gaze sharp enough to carve through steel, restraint was a foreign concept. He didn’t need to be gentle, didn’t care for the nuances of tenderness or quiet affection. His love was a volatile thing, violent and consuming, a wildfire that left nothing untouched. And you, unfortunate as you were, had become the fuel to his blaze.

“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice was a low growl, the kind that sent shivers down your spine for all the wrong reasons. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, each word deliberate, dripping with venomous intent. “You’re mine. Every single part of you. That fucked-up little brain, those stupid tears, even the way you fucking breathe—you don’t get to decide any of it anymore. I do.”

His hands were unforgiving, each touch an assertion of control, as though he was daring your body to defy him. He wasn’t satisfied with merely holding you. He needed to own you, to etch himself into your very marrow, to ensure that every fleeting thought you had began and ended with him. Calloused fingers dug into your flesh, searing heat radiating off his palms like the embers of a smoldering fire. His grip wasn’t just tight—it was possessive, like he was claiming his place under your skin, branding you without the need for flames.

“You’re so fucking fragile,” he sneered, his lips curling into a smirk that held no kindness. “Can’t even put up a proper fight. What would you even do without me? Huh?”

There was something almost mocking in the way he spoke, but beneath it lay a darker truth: Bakugo didn’t just want you compliant—he wanted you broken, a hollowed-out shell with only his name to fill the emptiness. He thrived on the power he held over you, the way your trembling body responded to him no matter how much your mind screamed otherwise.

His kisses weren’t tender. They were bruising, feral, the kind that left you breathless for all the wrong reasons. Teeth scraped against your skin, leaving faint indentations that would fade just enough for him to replace them. His mouth trailed lower, each bite deliberate, as though he were carving himself into you with the edge of his teeth.

“Don’t bother crying,” he hissed, his voice sharp enough to draw blood. “Won’t do you any good. Just makes me want to ruin you more.”

There was no hesitation in his movements, no room for uncertainty. Bakugo wasn’t a man who second-guessed himself, especially not when it came to you. Every touch, every whispered insult, every moment was carefully calculated, designed to tear you apart and rebuild you in his image. To him, love was destruction, and the thought of anyone else laying claim to you was enough to send his temper spiraling out of control.

“If anyone even looks at you wrong, I’ll blow them to pieces,” he said, his tone deadly serious. “And you’ll watch. You’ll see exactly what happens when someone tries to take what’s mine.”

The threat wasn’t empty. You knew Bakugo meant every word, his rage barely contained, simmering beneath the surface like magma waiting to erupt. And yet, there was something disturbingly intimate in the way he held you, his grip firm but steady, as though he believed he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he muttered, his voice softer now but no less menacing. “You’ll see that I’m the only one who gives a damn about you. The only one who’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep you safe.”

His idea of safety was suffocating, a cage made of fire and ash, but there was no escaping it. Bakugo Katsuki wasn’t a man who let go—not when he’d already decided that you were his, body and soul. And he’d make sure you understood that, even if it meant breaking you into pieces and putting you back together again, over and over, until the only thing you recognized was him.

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♡ Pro Hero! Todoroki Shouto.

Shouto was a contradiction: ice and fire, tenderness and cruelty. When he stared at you, it wasn’t with love but with obsession, the kind that stripped you bare and left you exposed under his cold, calculating gaze. He was too quiet, his presence unnerving, his dual-colored eyes a predator’s trap. There was something unnervingly patient about him, as though he had all the time in the world to break you.

“You look so scared,” he murmured, voice soft enough to make your blood run cold. “But you don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers were gloved, precise, as if he didn’t want to dirty himself with you. But when he touched you, it was deliberate, calculated, his hands mapping every inch of your body with clinical detachment. It wasn’t passion that drove him—it was control, the need to see you submit, to strip you of your autonomy until you were nothing but a doll for him to play with.

“You’re mine,” he said, his tone flat, matter-of-fact. “You’ll understand that soon enough.”

Shouto’s cruelty was subtle, wrapped in a veneer of kindness that made you second-guess your fear. But it was there, lurking beneath the surface, a monster waiting to strike. He didn’t raise his voice; he didn’t need to. His presence alone was enough to suffocate you. When he leaned in, his breath cold against your skin, you knew there was no escape.

———

Shouto Todoroki was meticulous in everything he did, and when it came to you, that precision was unnervingly intimate. He didn’t rush, didn’t let his emotions spill out in reckless waves like others might. No, Shouto was a slow, deliberate storm, his control more terrifying than any outburst could ever be. He didn’t need to shout or rage; his silence was its own weapon, slicing through you with a cold, surgical exactness that left no room for resistance.

“Do you hate me?” he asked once, his voice a quiet hum of curiosity. His mismatched eyes searched yours, not for an answer, but for the flicker of defiance he knew wouldn’t last. “It doesn’t matter. Hate me if you like. It changes nothing.”

His touch was clinical at first, his gloved fingers tracing your skin as though he were studying the way you flinched beneath him. It wasn’t lust that drove him, nor even anger—it was obsession, a need so deeply rooted it had consumed every rational part of him. Shouto didn’t see you as a person anymore, not entirely. You were a puzzle, a possession, something delicate and fragile that belonged to him alone.

“I’ll keep you safe,” he murmured, his voice soothing despite the steel underneath. “Even if it means protecting you from yourself.”

There was a chilling detachment in the way he said it, as though your autonomy was a trivial obstacle he’d long since dismissed. Shouto wasn’t cruel for the sake of it; every act, every word, was deliberate, calculated to strip you of your defenses. He wanted you pliant, dependent, so deeply intertwined with him that the thought of leaving felt like an impossibility.

When he kissed you, it was neither tender nor rushed. His lips were cold, an eerie contrast to the heat that followed, a slow burn that made your skin prickle and your heart race. He took his time, savoring the way you trembled under his touch, the way your breath hitched when his hand slid to the nape of your neck. Shouto didn’t rush his conquest. He was patient, methodical, the predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run.

“You’re so warm,” he said, almost to himself, as his fingers traced idle patterns across your skin. “It’s comforting. I think I’d destroy anyone who tried to take this from me.”

His dual nature made him unpredictable, a constant tightrope between icy detachment and blistering intensity. There were moments when he’d cradle your face in his hands, his expression almost tender, as though he were something close to human. But even then, his words betrayed him.

“You can cry if you want,” he said, his tone soft, almost gentle. “I don’t mind. It only makes you prettier.”

He didn’t see your fear as an obstacle—it was part of the process, a necessary step in molding you into what he wanted. Your tears were proof of his power, a testament to the control he wielded with such terrifying ease. And when his hands roamed, when his lips found the sensitive curve of your neck, there was no escaping the suffocating weight of his presence.

Shouto’s love wasn’t fiery or wild; it was smothering, a glacier slowly encasing you until you couldn’t breathe without him. His cruelty was subtle, woven into the fabric of his obsession, a constant reminder that you were his and his alone.

“You’ll see,” he whispered, his breath a cold ghost against your ear. “This is what’s best for you. You’ll understand eventually. You’ll thank me.”

He didn’t rush to break you; he savored it, each crack in your defenses another victory in his quiet, relentless campaign. To Shouto, love was control, possession, and the quiet certainty that you would never, ever belong to anyone else.

And he would make sure of that, no matter what it took.

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♡ Villain! Midoriya Izuku (Deku).

There was nothing left of the boy you once knew. His smile, once kind and genuine, was now twisted, a mockery of the hero he pretended to be. Midoriya was no longer a savior—he was a predator, and you were his prey. He didn’t hide his intentions, didn’t bother with pretenses.

“You’re so perfect,” he whispered, his voice dripping with adoration that felt more like a curse. “I’ve been watching you for so long. You have no idea how much I’ve done for you, how many people I’ve destroyed just to keep you safe.”

His hands were trembling, not with nerves but with excitement, the kind that came from finally obtaining something he’d coveted for so long. When he touched you, it was with reverence, as if you were a sacred object meant only for him. But there was nothing holy about the way he looked at you, his green eyes dark with hunger, his grin wide and unsettling.

“You’re scared,” he noted, almost amused. “That’s okay. You’ll learn to love me. You don’t have a choice.”

His kisses were rough, desperate, as if he needed to consume you, to devour every piece of you until there was nothing left. He didn’t care if you cried, didn’t care if you begged. In fact, he liked it. Your tears were proof of his power, of the hold he had over you.

———

Midoriya Izuku had always been obsessive, but the way his fixation on you consumed him was nothing short of monstrous. He no longer sought to save the world; no, his only goal was to possess you entirely, to twist you into something that could never leave him. And he’d succeeded, hadn’t he? You were here, trapped under the weight of his adoration, his hands gripping you with a strength that bordered on desperation.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this?” His voice was breathless, his green eyes wide and wild as they roved over you. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You were always meant to be mine. Every step I’ve taken, every choice I’ve made—it was all for you.”

There was something unhinged in his tone, a mixture of awe and madness that made your stomach churn. He didn’t see you as a person anymore. You were his salvation, his obsession, the only thing that mattered in his twisted, crumbling world. And he would do anything to keep you by his side.

“I’m not a bad person,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Everything I’ve done—it was for us. They tried to take you from me, tried to ruin what we have, but I stopped them. I’ll always stop them.”

His hands were steady now, his grip firm as he held you in place. There was no escape, no room for resistance. Izuku didn’t need chains to bind you; his sheer presence was enough to suffocate you, to remind you that you were entirely at his mercy.

“You think I don’t notice?” he asked, his grin widening as his gaze bore into yours. “The way you look at me, the way your body reacts even when you’re scared. It’s okay to feel that way. I want you to feel that way. I want every part of you—your fear, your tears, your love. It’s all mine.”

When he kissed you, it wasn’t tender. It was bruising, all-consuming, a chaotic clash of teeth and tongues that left you gasping for air. His hands wandered, exploring with a fervor that bordered on worship. He treated your body like a shrine, something to be revered and defiled in equal measure.

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his voice soft but laced with dark amusement. “Don’t worry, it’s normal. You’re overwhelmed, but that’s how it should be. I want to overwhelm you. I want to be the only thing you think about, the only thing you need.”

Izuku’s affection was a double-edged sword, as sharp as it was suffocating. He spoke to you as if he were a hero, as if he truly believed that his actions were justified, that his love for you made the horrors he committed excusable. But his gaze, dark and hungry, betrayed the truth. He wasn’t protecting you—he was consuming you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of the person you once were.

“Every scar, every bruise—it’s proof that you’re mine,” he said, his fingers tracing the marks he’d left behind. “Don’t be ashamed of them. Wear them with pride. They mean I love you.”

There was no arguing with him, no reasoning with the man who had long since abandoned morality in favor of his obsession. Izuku didn’t see his actions as cruel; he saw them as necessary. To him, you were the center of the universe, and he would destroy anyone who dared to challenge his claim on you.

“Don’t cry,” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear that had slipped down your cheek. “I hate seeing you upset. But if it’s for me, then… maybe it’s okay. Just this once.”

His smile was soft, almost tender, but there was no comfort in it. It was the smile of a man who had nothing left to lose, a man who had decided that you were his salvation and his damnation all at once. And no matter how much you struggled, no matter how much you begged, Izuku wouldn’t let you go. He couldn’t.

“You’re mine,” he said again, his voice steady, unwavering. “You’ve always been mine. And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”

To him, love wasn’t about freedom or choice. It was possession, control, the unrelenting certainty that you would never belong to anyone else. And as his hands tightened around you, his lips ghosting over your skin, you realized that there was no escape from the man who had turned his obsession into a twisted form of devotion.

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♡ Dabi (Todoroki Touya).

Dabi was a shadow, a ghost who lingered just out of reach until it was too late. His presence was suffocating, a combination of smoke and ash that clung to your skin like a brand. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.

“You didn’t think you could actually hide from me, girl?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, filled with a dark amusement that made your stomach turn. “I’m not some fool who’s gonna let you slip through my fingers.”

His touch was rough, his hands scarred and burned, but he didn’t care if it hurt. In fact, he liked it, liked the way you flinched under his grip, the way your breath hitched when he leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear.

“You look so pretty when you’re scared,” he murmured, his tone almost tender. “Makes me wanna ravage you even more.”

Dabi wasn’t gentle. He didn’t know how to be. His kisses were bruising, his teeth sharp against your skin, leaving marks that would take weeks to fade. He was possessive, his grip unyielding as if he were afraid you’d disappear if he let go. But there was a sadness in his eyes, a flicker of something broken and desperate that only made him more dangerous.

“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice steady, final. “And I don’t share.”

For Dabi, love was destruction.

And you were his favorite thing to destroy.

———

Dabi’s love was a slow burn, a smoldering fire that crept closer with every passing moment, until it devoured you whole. He didn’t rush, didn’t bother with theatrics. When he claimed you, it was with the inevitability of something that had been decided long before you had a chance to resist.

“You didn’t stand a chance,” he said, his voice a husky drawl that carried the weight of certainty. His blue eyes, bright and unrelenting, bore into yours with a heat that scorched you from the inside out. “You’ve always been mine since the moment I saw you. You just didn’t know it yet.”

His touch was calloused, rough from years of self-destruction, and when his hands gripped your wrists, the heat of his skin was a cruel reminder of his power. Dabi didn’t just want you—he wanted to consume you, to make you feel every ounce of his presence until you couldn’t think of anything else. His fingers left marks wherever they roamed, bruises that burned as if his flames had kissed you directly.

“You feel that?” he murmured, his breath warm against your neck as his rough lips ghosted over your skin. “That’s me. Burning into you. Marking you. You’ll never get rid of it. Never get rid of me.”

There was a possessiveness in his every movement, a desperate hunger that bordered on madness. He didn’t want your love—he demanded it, took it without permission, leaving no room for hesitation or doubt. His kisses were rough, searing, his teeth dragging against your lips as if he wanted to taste the fear that lingered there.

“I could burn this whole fucking world down,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, his grip tightening as his flames flickered to life. “But you? You’re the only thing I’d keep. The only thing worth saving.”

But his version of saving was suffocating, a cage built of fire and smoke that left no escape. Dabi wasn’t gentle, wasn’t kind. His love was destruction, raw and unfiltered, the kind that left you trembling beneath the weight of it. He didn’t care if you cried, if you begged for release. In fact, he thrived on it, the broken sound of your voice feeding the darkness that consumed him.

“Don’t cry, doll,” he said, his tone mockingly sweet as he wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb. The heat of his touch lingered, a cruel reminder of the flames that simmered just beneath his skin. “You’re too pretty for that. Besides, it’s not like you can run. Where the hell would you go?

Dabi’s obsession was a monster in itself, a hungry, clawing thing that refused to let him rest. He needed you in a way that was almost pathetic, a desperate craving that he buried under layers of cruelty and bravado. But it slipped through the cracks sometimes, in the way his voice softened when he whispered your name, in the way his hands trembled just slightly when they traced the curve of your neck.

“You make me weak, you know that?” he confessed, his laugh a bitter, shattered thing as his grip on you tightened. “And I hate it. But I can’t stop. You’re in my head, under my skin. You’ve ruined me, so it’s only fair I ruin you too.”

To Dabi, love wasn’t about tenderness or trust. It was about control, possession, the unrelenting need to keep you by his side, no matter the cost. He didn’t see his actions as cruel—they were necessary, a means to an end. And if he had to break you to keep you, then so be it.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, his grin sharp and dangerous as his lips brushed against yours. “This is how it’s gonna be. You and me, forever. You don’t get a say in it. You never did.”

There was no escape from him, no reprieve from the intensity of his obsession. Dabi wasn’t just a villain—he was a force of nature, an inferno that consumed everything in its path.

And you were his favorite thing to burn.

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Sooo... What if you did some fluffy angst with a pro-hero Bakugo (and his hearing problems of course) with a pro-hero reader who has REALLY bad hearing problems but doesn't tell anyone and tries really hard to hide it. Ahhhh. I feel like this is hard to explain but since like, he has hearing problems of whatever he'd pick up on the hints that you're hearing is shit and what not. I hope you get what I'm asking for 😭🙏

Ok so I hope this is what you’re asking for, also I just want to put a disclaimer out there for everybody that I am not somebody who experiences hearing loss so feel free to let me know if anything written is offensive, incorrect, etc.

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Birds of a Feather

Summary: look at the request silly’s😋😋

Pairings: hard of hearing!prohero!katsuki bakugou x deaf!gn!reader

Warnings: Angst, language, Bakugou & reader reads lips and knows ASL, Bakugou wears hearing aids, crying, low self esteem lowkey, Obsession on both ends, L word, kinda ooc Bakugou

A/N: I wanted to make this longer but like I kinda got writers block halfway thru😭😭

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Being deaf was hard on you, always the target of bullies in school. Pitied by everyone else, talking slow and loud thinking it will help you hear them. Hey dumb fuck, I can’t hear you. You wanted to scream at everybody, then one day through tinder you met Katsuki Bakugou.

Katsuki was the most relatable person you probably ever met. Angry, blunt, hard of hearing, overall an introvert. You swiped left on his profile, you suddenly felt obsessed with him. Quickly you realized he was pro-hero Dynamight.

You and Bakugou talked for what felt like an eternity, an eternity of bliss. Eventually Katsuki asked you out on a date. You met at a cafe, apparently his favorite.

It was pretty easy for you to pass as “normal”, if you focused on his lips and watched their movements you could tell what he was saying. He doesn’t have to know.

What you didn’t know, Katsuki was as obsessed with you as you were him. He felt drawn to you, that how he wound up stalking your social media accounts. Through that stalking, he quickly realized what most dumb men likely wouldn’t, you were deaf. He figured you wanted to tell him on your own, so he pretended he didn’t know better.

Then, you two started dating and suddenly katsuki had to pretend he didn’t know better for months. You slipped up a lot of times and made it obvious but he didn’t care, he loves you.

It started getting hard to pretend he didn’t notice, considering you recently moved in with him. Katsuki concocted a plan in his head to tell you he knew so you could both move forward. You both felt the tension between you.

Sitting down for dinner one day, you and katsuki were both enjoying the meal you had cooked for the two of you. You sat directly across each other at the table. Katsuki made sure to turn his hearing aid on, he had a habit of turning it off.

You went back and forth talking about each other’s days. “-shitty fucking Deku, thinks he’s better than me.” You laughed at your boyfriend’s aggressive behavior.

Bakugou felt relieved at your delight, he took a deep breath and spoke, “look, I wanna talk to you about somethin’ but I don’t want you to get upset.”

You frowned slightly, “hey, it’s ok. Go ahead and say it.”

Katsuki let out a breath, “we’ve been together for months now. I’ve made it clear with you from the beginning about the fact that I need a hearing aid, there ain’t no judgment. That’s why I wanted you to tell me on your own terms, but anyway I know that you’re hard of hearing or deaf or whatever.”

You were stunned. Your big hunk of a boyfriend, the number two pro-hero was rambling. Even more so, he knew your very well kept secret.

You let out a sigh of relief, “I’m deaf. How did you-“

“You lip read. Also I’ve known since we first met,” Katsuki admitted.

You started sobbing and not because you were sad, but because you were glad to have it out in the opening between you two.

You chuckled and signed, I love you.

Katsuki signed back, I love you too.

“You could have told me, dumb ass.” His words were playful with truth behind them.

“I know it’s just-“ Katsuki must have heard how shaky your voice was.

Once more, he cut you off, “hey, you don’t have to talk about it right now. We’ll talk about it another day.”

You couldn’t help but lunge yourself into your boyfriend’s arms. Katsuki securely wrapped you in his arms.

“You’re the only person who has ever understood me,” you admitted into his chest.

“I’d kill for you,” he wasn’t sure why he said, but you both knew it was true.

You chuckled, “just keep holding me.”

And he did.

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Not Proofread!

[slayfics]

Explosive Tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter four: You study with Katsuki.

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With the completion of the internships, the end-of-term tests were coming up. You sat at your desk studying but couldn't help but wonder how your classmates were doing.

Everyone had gone into a frenzy in class about meeting up to study and being prepared. Multiple students had planned to go over to Momo's since she was at the top of the class. But since you weren't explicitly invited, you didn't want to show up. You still hadn't really connected too much with your other classmates.

You also overheard Eijiro and Katsuki make plans to study at a diner today. Fuck it I'll show up there, you thought. Katsuki did kind of owe you for fixing his hair anyway. Worst case if they seemed super irritated by it you could play it off as if you were just going to that diner regardless. That seemed a lot easier than randomly showing up at Momo's house considering you hadn't even spoken to her much yet.

You made your way over to the diner and almost as soon as you entered you were greeted with an overly enthusiastic "Hey!" that made you jump.

Eijiro had spotted you right away and waved at you to come over. Katsuki turned around with his usual annoyed expression to see who Eijiro had so openly invited to their table.

"Oh it's you," Katsuki mumbled.

"Hey, how's the studying going?" You asked, making your way over to their table.

"Uh, not so good," Eijiro laughed. "Bakugo's trying his best but I think I'm hopeless. Sit down and join us!" He said, smiling at you.

You reluctantly sat down next to Eijiro feeling a bit anxious. Aside from the times Katuski had snuck into your room, this was the first time you had spent outside of the classroom with any of your classmates.

"I'm kind of surprised you're not at Yaoyorozu's with everyone else," Eijiro stated.

"I wasn't really invited, and I didn't want to just invite myself like everyone else," You replied.

"You had no problem inviting yourself here," Katsuki said, looking up at you from his book.

You felt frozen, guess you didn't pull off pretending to just accidentally come to the same diner.

"Ah don't be so mean Bakugo, maybe they can help me. I know you are at your wits end with me," Eijiro said, laughing.

"Yeah whatever," Katsuki grumbled.

"Now that I think about it, I guess I really haven't seen you hang out with the others much," Eijiro stated curiously.

You're face flushed at his words, was it really that obvious that you hadn't befriended anyone in your class? "I uh.. well..." You stuttered trying to figure out how to answer him.

"Hey dumb ass, are you going to chat their ear off all day or are we going to study?" Katsuki barked at him.

"Right! Let's get back to it then," Eijiro said, focusing back on his book.

The three of you studied for almost the whole day. It surprised you to see how intelligent Katsuki was, his delivery was always harsh though. He'd get frustrated easily when Eijiro couldn't pick up on something right away, but you were able to explain in a calmer manner and that seemed to help.

Although, it did still take Eijiro an extended amount of time to fully understand concepts. With the sun going down you three decided it was time to finish up.

"Wow, ok I feel prepared for the written test now! I'm just worried about the test exercises," Eijiro said.

"It'll be fine shitty hair, you worry too much. You'll both do fine, and I’ll finally be able to show everyone how worthless that nerd Deku is and how much better I am than that Icyhot bastard," Katsuki replied.

You sighed, “Bakugo I already told you- I’m pretty sure everyone knows you would have beat Todoroki regardless of him using both sides or not.”

“Hm?” Eijiro looked at you both curiously. “Told him before? You two have hung out before?” He asked.

Your face flushed at Eijiro’s correct assumption and you weren’t sure how to respond. It seemed a little suspicious to say the truth- that Katsuki had snuck into your room three times now.

“Don’t be so nosy dumb ass,” Katsuki grumbled at him.

“Oh right-! Sorry! Anyway… Maybe the test exercise will be a team exercise and we'll get paired together or something! After today I'd say the three of us make a good team," Eijiro said smiling.

You smiled back at him unsure of how to respond to so much positivity. Katsuki just rolled his eyes at Eijrio.

It was striking how night and day it was between Eijiro's cheery demeanor and Katsuki's quick temper.

Tags: @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse223

[silverynight]

Worthy

Izuku knows Katsuki has been under a lot of stress lately; it's their last year in the UA and they need to be prepared to find an agency soon.

The omega is also worried about his future, he wants to be the number one pro hero as well, but for some reason Katsuki has been pushing himself to the limit in the last months.

Which has made his inner alpha snap a couple of times, however, Izuku knows exactly how to help him; even though their friendship hasn't been perfect and they stopped being friends for a while, they're on good terms now and since they both know each other better than anyone else, the omega is always able to calm him down.

Although their classmates find it more fascinating than it truly is.

"Izuku," Katsuki mumbles, looking absolutely exhausted as he stumbles into the common room. He's grumpy and his sharp teeth are exposed, which means his inner alpha is taking control.

The other alphas in their group tense immediately, actually, everyone seems to look at him like they're waiting for an explosion to occur.

"Did you really go to the gym to train after our test?" The omega huffs, getting a little bit irritated, he always does that whenever he's worried. He's probably the only one now who is not afraid of Katsuki's inner alpha.

"I need to prepare even more if I want–"

"You also need to rest," Izuku narrows his eyes before taking a deep breath. "Go take a bath, put something comfy and then come back here."

Katsuki nods and as soon as he gets out, everyone seems to release the breath they were holding.

Izuku really thinks they're overreacting.

"Are you dating Bakugo, Deku-kun?" Uraraka asks, prompting the green haired omega to choke and turn red in seconds.

"If you are, I'm gonna have a word with Blasty for not telling his friends first!" Ashido complains immediately, pouting.

"He's not," Todoroki says before Izuku can try to say something again. "You're not, right?"

"Of course I'm not! We're friends!"

"Then why–"

Kaminari has to shut up because Katsuki rushes into the room, kicks Iida away so he can cuddle Izuku and use one if his thighs as a pillow.

As they often do in Katsuki's room, Izuku starts running his fingers through his hair.

"Help me sleep... I can't–"

"Sleep," Izuku whispers against his ear and Katsuki's body relaxes completely before falling asleep on the omega's lap.

The uncomfortable silence that follows is what makes Izuku look up, only to realize everyone's staring at him.

"What?"

"How are you two not dating?" Hagakure squeaks.

"I didn't know Bakubro let you command him!" Kirishima grins, looking from the blond to Izuku. "That's so manly!"

Alright, even the omega knows how it looks like, but they're completely wrong.

"Listen, this is not... that," Izuku stammers, running his fingers through the alpha's hair as he speaks: "It's... Sometimes he can't bring himself to relax completely so he asks me to use an omega command..."

"You know that omega commands don't work if you're not compatible with the alpha, right?" Uraraka points out, narrowing her eyes. "Also the alpha needs to feel certain–"

"It's because we're friends!" Izuku cuts her off, blushing again.

"He's purring right now."

Yaoyorozu is right, Katsuki is purring, but it's a loud alpha purr that alphas only let out when they're completely relaxed and happy.

"He always purrs when he's asleep," the omega argues because it's not a big deal. Alright... he purrs sometimes when he's awake as well, but only when Izuku agrees to wear one of his hoodies and when Izuku is eating something Katsuki made for him and...

Perhaps he shouldn't mention any of those things to his friends. It could lead to a misunderstanding.

"You can't be sure about that," Ashido says, looking like she's enjoying herself a lot.

"Yes, I'm sure because there's not a single time I haven't heard him purr in his sleep, even when we were kids and had slumber parties..."

"Right after he presented?" Iida asks, looking a little bit curious.

"Yes, but–"

"But you were with him every single one of those times..." Hagakure points out and suddenly the omega feels like no one is on his side.

"I know that, but I'm sure..."

"He doesn't purr when you're not there," Jiro assures him. "I would've heard."

"Remember that camping trip Aizawa took us on in order to train in a different environment? Sero, Kiri and I slept in the same tent as Blasty and he didn't purr, not even once." Kaminari cuts in.

"He also woke up really grumpy the next day," Sero adds.

"It was mostly because he was jealous of Todoroki for sleeping in the same tent as Midoriya," Kirishima says, prompting Izuku to turn red.

"I loved that camping trip," Todoroki closes his eyes as if he's remembering that day.

"What are you trying to say?" Izuku finally asks, gently placing a hand over one of Katsuki's ears, even though he knows he's completely asleep.

"Bakugo has feelings for you, Deku-kun."

"No, he doesn't," the omega says in a whisper, feeling suddenly sad as the words come out of his lips.

***

Izuku decides not to think about it and instead focuses on scolding the alpha for pushing himself too much.

It's early in the morning and Katsuki is already up, making katsudon for Izuku.

"Kacchan, you don't have to–"

"I want to. Now shut up and eat, nerd!" The alpha grins when he sees Izuku taking a bowl for himself.

"You should've slept a little bit more instead..."

"Nonsense!" Katsuki chuckles, looking more and more happy as he watches Izuku take a couple of bites. "I'm perfectly fine!"

"This is amazing, Kacchan!" The omega can't help it, his friend's food is always delicious.

Katsuki starts purring.

They eat for a while in content silence, but when the alpha mentions something about training before heading to class, Izuku stops him by grabbing his arm.

"Kacchan, you don't have to prove anything..." The omega pulls him closer before cradling his face. He smiles gently at him and the alpha melts into the touch immediately. "Why are you trying so hard?"

Suddenly, something in Katsuki breaks; his expression looks vulnerable and desperate as he puts one of his hands over Izuku's like he doesn't want to let go of it.

"You deserve only the best," the alpha mumbles, nuzzling against Izuku's palm. "So I need to become the best alpha, the best pro hero... to be worthy of you."

His inner omega purrs in delight.

"Do you want to be my mate, Kacchan?"

"More than anything, but I have to–"

Izuku shuts him up with a quick kiss that leaves the alpha a little dumbfounded for a couple of seconds. The alpha starts purring again, but this time the omega purrs right back.

"You don't have to do anything, Kacchan. You are the number one to me already and I want you as my mate."

Awestruck, Katsuki smiles fondly at him, like he can't quite believe his luck before he rubs their noses together.

"Can I bite you?"

"After we graduate," the omega stammers, flustered. "Because I want to tell my mom... and I think we should date for a while first."

Katsuki nods, taking a few steps closer to the omega to give him another, more eager kiss on the lips that leaves Izuku dizzy in a good way.

"Can I at least scent you?"

"Of course you can, Kacchan."

Turns out their classmates were right after all, but Izuku is actually happy to be wrong for once. Maybe he should listen to Uraraka more often from now on.

***

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[epickiya722]

Most Izuku takes are ridiculous (the stalker, pedo, SA) but the most annoying one has the be where fans bring in xx random character and want them to be the MC. So far I've seen these candidates for the mha protagonist role who would somehow make the show better (according to literally no one except their diehard stans):

Bakugo

Kirishima

Mirio

Monoma

Todoroki

All might

They also talk about how this character 'would have saved shigaraki unlike deku'.

The perfect visual of seeing terrible Izuku Midoriya takes. Like, what you mean pedo and SA?! HIM?! IZUKU MIDORIYA?! We're going to get back to that.

I'll be honest, if Midoriya wasn't the protagonist I would have stilled favored him a lot more than anyone else.

Bakugou, Mirio and Kirishima fit into the mold of the typical shonen protagonists from physical appearance to personality more than Midoriya does... which is why I'm glad they were not the protagonist.

I'm sorry but sometimes let's break that mold.

I adore those characters, but Izuku Midoriya is a wild card if I ever seen one.

He looks like a total sweetheart (and he is) and "plain", but he's more complex than people give him credit for and it sucks they're really just looking at him surface level.

Let's be real, none of those characters would have succeeded in saving Tomura and Tomura wasn't meant for it. He was written to be a tragic character. A villain who was written to be understood, not redeemed and none of those characters would have been able to do that.

And I know those people weren't fucking with Tomura like that for real. Just another way to say "Midoriya is a bad character". Those same people were probably the ones who wanted Tomura to die but can't say it because "I gotta look cool".

(I have happily unfollowed and blocked a lot of people over the past couple of months.)

It's even weird to say "All Might is a better candidate" when he and Midoriya are literally like the same person. We would have still gotten the same story, DID THEY NOT SEE THE PARALLELS WITH THESE TWO?!

If Midoriya and All Might switched ages and places, it would have probably still been the same story.

I really hate seeing "stalker" and Midoriya in the same sentence. Like, no, he isn't a stalker.

"But he knows about Bakugou---"

They lived in the same town and went to the same schools. It's not that Midoriya stalks (ew) Bakugou. He is literally just there. Of course, he knows about how Bakugou interacts with girls. It's called "happened to be in the same hallway and somehow even when he doesn't try to, Bakugou will make it as center of attention".

Can't use them being tiny kids as examples for Midoriya being a "stalker" because they were kids! Who calls a CHILD a stalker?

Midoriya and Bakugou grew distant!

It's so funny to me that people want to call Midoriya a "stalker" but never bring up the fact Bakugou always made it his business to know what is going on with Midoriya even in middle school. He had no reason to get up in his face about applying to UA, getting upset that Midoriya got a Quirk, several times we have seen him be nosy when Midoriya is having a conversation...

Jeez, the pedo and SA takes... where did that even come from?! Wait, let me guess, is it from the times that a girl would somehow be near him or touching him? Again, this is Izuku Midoriya we're talking about here. He doesn't even think of girls like that. He doesn't act like some fiend trying to harass girls.

And if anyone is looking at any scenes he has with the younger children and think "he's a pedo" they're the weird one. They can stay away from me.

Oh, the "he cries, he's annoying" thing is stupid. Toxic masculinity, that's what that is. Hypocritical even because if you really think Izuku Midoriya showing his emotions is "annoying" have that same energy for every character. Let's not act like Katsuki Bakugou wasn't crying in season one. If you saw that scene and didn't think "Ugh, annoying" but do for Midoriya, there is the damn door.

Come on, that's how I know that some of these are full of shit.

I say this without hesitation: some folks just want to hate on Midoriya because they just want to be a part of the crowd. They have these "takes" just to make themselves look "logic" even though it's just straight bullshit. It's not how they really feel, it's just shit they come up with to fit in.

Being a hater all the time, especially over one character, just seems boring to me.

They make up stuff to hate a character. That's how I know they really don't hate the character. Why make up reasons to hate a character? To follow the crowd? You're really letting people online influence you to be a hater? Like, really think about that. It's ridiculous.

Some people in this fandom are a headcanon and a half. They don't want to accept that Izuku Midoriya is the protagonist and was meant to be since the My Hero days and they don't want to accept the fact that he isn't that bad of a character. Probably have 20 different posters of him but have to "save face" and be a hater.

Again, I adore the other characters but it's gotten to the point I am highly annoyed by their fans. A lot or at least the loud minority act as if the characters are better than Midoriya. They're not. They're just as flawed and that's fine. But they're not all that special for folks to constantly hate, hate and hate.

Hell, because of Midoriya a lot of these characters wouldn't be characters. It's absurd to me to be a fan of any these characters (especially Bakugou, Todoroki and All Might) and be a hater of Midoriya.

[lilybecca1]

Hi, can I call you, Lili or Becca (or both)? I found you blog and love your BKDK metas! Thanks for sharing them.... As someone who shipped BakuDeku since 2019, you can't imagine how happy I am that at the end of BNHA, we can have so many canon moments of Bakugou and Midoriya.

See, I just got some rude message that said, "how can I ship BKDK when Kirishima have more positive relationship to Bakugou", "Izuku is not that important to Bakugou" and "Bakugou should get bad ending for all bad stuff that he did to Midoriya". Like, are we reading the same BNHA? How can you not see how special the bond between Izuku and Katsuki, right?

Sorry for this random ask. Actually, I'm kinda worried and excited for the extra 60 pages of BNHA, but how about you?

Hi there! You can call me both, I don't mind which one 😊 and thank you for reading them! I've always loved and wanted to share my thoughts and views on them and spread bkdk religion like I'm a messiah 😂 and I'm so happy to be in this community with people who see them the way I do because irl noone likes them and I can't rant to anyone about them 🤣

And yeah, I completely agree with you, like no offense to bkdk antis, but are we reading the same manga?? Like, "Kirishima and Bakugo have a better relationship", but why? Cause he took his hand that one time they saved Bakugo? Or cause he tolerates him better than anyone else? I mean yeah, they're friends, in their own way, and maybe they had a better relationship than bkdk back in the old days but the manga has come a loooong way since then. Maybe Bakugo and Midoriya's relationship was more than rocky in the beginning, and it seemed like Bakugo hated him way more than he did Kirishima, but it wasn't the whole truth and it was never about hating him. It wasn't exactly a positive relationship, which I understand why people didn't like it, but no one can disagree on the fact that they had a more special bond than with anyone else.

So okay, in the first half of the manga, you might have needed to look closer at them to see the nature of their bond, but after?? Dude, that guy sacrificed himself for Midoriya, he ran to him in the hospital, he called out to him before his death, he freaking told him he wants to be on his heels for the REST OF HIS LIFE. Like have these people only read the first half of the manga? Cause I can't imagine how they could have read the whole manga and still say that they have a bad relationship. Those people are so adamant on hating on that ship that they don't even WANT to see the positive aspects to it. It's like they chose to be a hater on Day 1 and simply refuse to change their mind and they straight up ignore all the evidence on bkdk as a whole. But then, I want to ask these people, how tf did they read the manga and watch the anime properly if they ignored 50% of it? Cause we have to admit, half of the manga is literally just about the relationship of Bakugo and Deku. So if they hate BKDK, then they must hate MHA as well, no? And if that's the case, then why are they still watching it? Why are they still watching something that they hate and then send rude comments and messages and ruin it for the people who actually like MHA and BKDK? Don't people know what "Don't like, don't read" means? Have we just forgotten about how to be respectful and how to mind our own business? Because to me it seems like they are only watching it to point out the bad stuff and then shove it in the fans' faces. Like "ha, see, I told you I was right, this ship is shit, how do you feel about yourself NOW"

And same with the fics. It's so sad to see people commenting rude things and make the author feel bad about something that they created themselves, after they put so much love and hard work into it. Those authors just wanted to share their passion and love with other people, why do haters have to ruin it for them and make them feel bad about it? They have no obligation to read it, but if they do then at least they could mind their own business and not ruin the experience for everyone else. And if they have any opinions, they can at least be respectful and keep it to themself.

And the other thing, what do they mean Bakugo should have gotten a worse ending? DUDE, he freaking DIED. How is there any worse ending for him than that?? He literally suffered the most in the whole manga, what more do people want to give to him? What, disability for the rest of his life cause he dared to hit Deku when they were children? I mean, he literally did get his hand partially torn off, plus had a disability for quite a while after that, so I'd say that was enough, his hand got enough karma. And yeah, he did tell Deku to jump, but again, he got karma for that too cause he literally died. Plus went through a ton of emotional turmoil. So people can cut him some slack I think. I also wrote about this in another post, you can check it out here if you'd like

And yeah ngl I'm a tiiiiny bit worried about those extra 60 pages. I mean Horikoshi probably won't put anything big in it, maybe just a few clarifications, but still, he COULD very well make or break bkdk. And Izuocha. Like all he needs is one extra panel to clarify that the snowfall scene with Uraraka and Deku was actually a date and boom, bye bye bkdk. Same thing vice versa. So, yeah, I'm kinda worried 😂 but I have faith in Horikoshi and I believe he's only going to clarify some confusing parts at most and reveal the ending of some of the characters that we didn't get to see, like what happened with Dabi etc. I wish he also put some extra pages on their life after Deku got the suit so we can see how Deku's life is as a part-time teacher and quirkless hero.

Hope this rant didn't turn out too long lmao. Thanks for the question tho as always 💚

[luffythinker]

we don't talk enough about BakuDeku, whats your favorite genre of them? if that doesn't make sense um whats your favorite behavior of these two? you can include like post relationship/when they actually become friends or anything you've made up for their relationship to be like boyfriends or husbands is what i mean if that makes it more clear of a question. i love when Bakugo is in the process of warming up to being friends with Deku after they fought they just had a better vibe one that had love in it and everything from then on was genuine, the choke on my smoke- Nah-ah scene is my favorite cause Deku is testing the water if he can hit back at Bakugo and Bakugo allows it in a friendly way

i could actually cry right now, i'm so happy to talk about bkdk

Okay, so i think my favorite moment in life of them is also when they are trying to find their footing after The Apology™. I just love how they're both unsure of what their relationship/dynamic should be like right now, as much as Izuku likes to say that everything is well they're both aware that there needs to be work done to repair a lot of things. Like sometimes Bakugo will yell or scream while talking and it's his normal, but Izuku might unconsciously flinch and they both freeze a little because they know why...

So i think them putting in effort into work on the damaged bits is so beautiful to me, Bakugo makes an effort to be a little nicer (not anything too unlike him) and Izuku tries to build his confidence. I don't remember if it was here or in a fic that i read about izuku just pretending to ask Katsuki to train and hanging out after instead of just asking him out because he was afraid if it was just that Katsuki would refuse itkjvkjfd and i think that's so him, so a big step would be inviting Kacchan out for lunch, no training, no excuses, just a hang out!

as for how romantically they would evolve... i like to think they're both aware of their feelings at this point, but Katsuki bears the guilt of he needs someone better and who hasn't hurt him and izuku is set on he deserves someone better who can make him shine. I think they would start building a friendship that has some blurred lines, the connection too strong to be platonic, but neither of them is willing to admit yet they want more of each other.

Yeah they will hold hands, but they won't kiss. They will tell each other everything, but not everything. They spend most of their free time with each other, but they won't dare to share a bed at night. They will tell each other how lucky anyone would be if they go the other, but they don't tell they want to be that person, they don't want anyone else to be an option.

I think the last drop is at graduation, they have a friendship set, a functional relationship, and it works well for them. But dancing to slow music after everything, after a couple glasses of champagne, Akatsuki thinks there's not a single person on this earth that could be prettier than Izuku, he leans in and Izuku doesn't even try to resist or stop him, they kiss slow and gentle, and it's so unlike their dynamic that is always full of tension. I genuinely think when these two are together it's like the rest of the world doesn't exist around them.

They leave the party, they talk, and they're not sure where their career is gonna take them but they're sure they don't want to try a future where they're not with each other

[chipen]

There was something about the innocuous head tilt or the way he called out that damned name as soon as their gazes collided that abraded on him, had his teeth gnashing & anger biting at his heels. Every single stride taken towards Deku was with purpose, charged with the fire that seethed within him & when he grabbed him by the collar it seemed as if Bakugo intended to scruff him, rather than that, he jerks his pathetic attempt at tying a tie free & works it into a far neater, more precise shape. ❝ The hell are you thinking ━ you damn nerd.❞ a scoff, eyes flitting up to meet his & becoming narrowed, sharp. ❝ If ya don’t know how the hell to tie a tie by now, you’re hopeless.❞ somehow, despite the relentless anger that wove through his tone the expression his brows furrowed into was more akin to exasperation. With a final, ruthless tug he released his tie, shaking his head as if it might dispel the simmering rage that would spark into a searing inferno if he’d let it. 

IZUKU  HAS  LONG  SINCE  LIKED  TO  THINK  that  he  has  outgrown  the  reflexive  full  body  flinch  that  would  once  possess  his  strong  frame  upon  katsuki's  appearance.  it'd  been  a  knee  jerk  reaction  during  their  formative  years,  when  the  quirk  user's  cantankerous  attitude  had  become  something  else  entirely  when  directed  at  him  -  no  longer  the  familiar  bite  of  harmless  teeth  but  literal  fangs  that  sunk  into  the  flesh  of  fragile  adolescent  self  worth  and  rend  it  from  him  like  meat  from  bone.  no,  he  was  not  that  same  person  anymore  -  not  by  a  long  shot.  so  katsuki's  stomping  footfalls,  his  looming  presence  and  severe  frown,  earn  no  jolts  of  surprise  as  deku  turns  to  face  him,  deep  green  hues  blinking  owlishly  and  his  lips  parting  with  clear  inquiry  before  -

briefly,  only  briefly  does  he  go  ramrod  straight  -  entire  frame  tensing,  braced  for  something,  before  it  falls  away  as  his  gaze  meets  bakugo's  own,  and  izuku  picks  him  apart  with  the  precision  of  a  boy  who  has  known  him  better  than  anyone.  a  small  smile  of  amusement  teases  his  freckled  features,  and  izuku  has  the  where-with-all  to  look  almost  bashful.  he  doesn't  say  that  no  one  taught  him  (  his  mother  did  her  best,  surely  ),  only  lets  loose  a  sheepish  laugh  as  the  tie  is  completed,  smoothed  within  his  blazer  the  same  moment  calloused  fingertips  raise  to  grip  katsuki's  own.  no  sweat.  he  won't  get  blown  away.  hopefully.

❝ coming  from  the  student  that  doesn't  even  wear  a  tie  and  always  ensures  his  belt  is  one  notch  too  loose? ❞  izuku's  teasing  grin  is  a  puerile  thing  -  bold,  too,  in  front  of  their  classmates  and  katsuki's  ember-filled  stare.  as  if  recognizing  the  potential  impact  of  his  statement  though,  he  swallows,  letting  his  gaze  demure  only  slightly.  ❝ but,  uhm,  thanks  kacchan.  i  meant  it. ❞

[angstydisaster02]

Bakudeku quotes - manga spoilers

“I’m the deku who always does his best” - Izuku to Katsuki, chapter 8

“Are you okay ? Can you get up ?” - Izuku Midoriya to Katsuki Bakugo, Chapter 9, (Deku Vs Kacchan)

“Kacchan it’s because you’re amazing that I wanna win” - Izuku Midoriya, chapter 9 (Deku Vs Kacchan)

“My secret that is, I haven’t even told my mom” Izuku Midoriya, chapter 10

“This is all I think I need to tell you..! I obtained this quirk from somebody else “Izuku Midoriya to Katsuki Bakugo, chapter 10

“From kindergarten to elementary school, to middle school and high school. The two of us have been together as long as I can remember, and yet... we've never exposed our true feelings and talked things out... not even once.”— Midoriya Izuku, Chapter 119.

“It's okay if it's you.”— Midoriya Izuku, My Hero Academia : Heroes Rising

“I chased after you my entire life”— Midoriya Izuku's feelings about Bakugou Katsuki

“Deku knew well that he and Kacchan are polar opposites. But even so, Deku couldn't imagine a world in which Kacchan doesn't exist. ”— Midoriya Izuku, Chapter 4 of MHA Light Novel "Celebrations"

“Deku had a presence that Bakugou doesn't understand, which frustrates him ”— Bakugou Katsuki Chapter 3 of MHA Light Novel "Cherry Blossoms"

“I think, maybe, he only wanted to fight in order to somehow quell those feelings he couldn’t control. But even so… It’s not like I could just go and refuse him. ”— Midoriya Izuku, Chapter 119

“When the urge to win is stronger than the desire to save, I tend to run my mouth a little more without thinking. You'd think I'd hate myself for that, but… somewhere deep inside… It's because you're who I picture when I think of ‘victory.’”— Midoriya Izuku, Chapter 120

“Keep your eyes on me, Deku, you dweeb!”— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 206

“During these exciting times, sometimes I find myself stopping to reflect. I’m really here at U.A. I never imagined I’d have All Might watching out for me. Or that the day would come when Kacchan and I could have a normal-ish conversation. I… I’m so blessed.”— Midoriya Izuku, Chapter 257

“He just… deep down, he doesn't take himself into account, y'know? He's always been like that. And now that he can do so much more… Something doesn't feel right. It makes me wanna keep him at arm's length. Back then, I ignored my own weakness…so I ended up bullying him  ”— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 284

“Because I’m worried for him, you are too” - All might to Bakugo katsuki, chapter 284 

“But now you’re sincerely helping out with his training, that’s your way of trying to atone.. right ? Though I’m sure he doesn’t see it that way” All might and Bakugo katsuki, chapter 284 

“As much as I hate to admit it, I have my complete trust in deku.. “ - Bakugo Katsuki, chapter 284

“At that moment… there were no thoughts in my head. My body just moved on its own.”- Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 285

“Stop trying… to win this… on your own!”— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 286

“He’s dead meat if he thinks he can die on me.”— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 298

“I found him guys / he’s here guys” - Bakugo Katsuki, Chapter 318 ( Depends about the translation but the meaning is the same ) 

“But you don't know… the first thing about Deku...”— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 319

“I know Deku and All Might... better than anyone.” — Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 319

“Deku…! There’s so many things I want to..no ! There’s so many things I have to say to you !” -  Bakugo katsuki, chapter 321

“There's nothing wrong with the path you've been walking down since inheriting One For All and following All Might's lead. But now… you're barely standing. And those ideas alone ain't enough to get you over the wall you're facing.”— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 322

“ I’m sorry for everything I’ve done until now” - Bakugo katsuki to Izuku Midoriya, chapter 322

“ De-- Izuku! “— Bakugou Katsuki, Chapter 327

Might update later :) 

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Source : https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/BakuDeku#Quotes + some underrated quotes to show their relationship and the way izuku immediately trusted katsuki about the ofa when he could just lie, but he preferred to tell the truth to the person he trusted the most instead of hurt him..*sigh* idiots in love 

[demonlamb666]

So we all know that yanderes kidnap the reader for the whole ‘I want you to love me’ stuff, so how would yanderes poly DekuBaku react to the reader saying ‘Not if I find a way to kill myself first?” I know it’s triggering and might be uncomfortable for you to write this and if you don’t want to, don’t worry, I completely understand

Reader threatens to commit suicide when they try to kidnap them (yandere DekuBaku)

Heyo, if anyone is feeling like this or having thoughts about suicide I would really recommend talking to a professional (I can say personally it really helped me) but if you just need someone to talk to about stuff I’m always around to listen.

Resources to get help

Suicideline.org lifeline.org Helpguide.org

Warnings: yandere themes, over protectiveness, slight possessiveness, SUICIDAL THEMES, breaking and entering, delusional behaviour, mentions of violence/death.

•Honestly these two are bad influences on each other’s yandere side. They have a pretty uneven relationship since they’re polar opposite’s and ex rivals so they would fall for someone who evens out the relationship. Someone in between Katsuki’s loud aggressive personality and Deku’s quieter but clingy and delusional one. It could have been either one of them who met you and become yandere for you first. But with Katsuki it would be a slower burn whilst Izuku would be obsession at first site. If they met you both at the same time they’re both intrigued but it takes Katsuki longer to fall for you unlike his partner.

•Izuku is much more open to a poly relationship than Katsuki because he knows as hero’s they’re often busy, he doesn’t want to neglect his poor darling, and with the two of them you won’t have to be alone often. Bakugo is a little harder to convince because he’s quite possessive over you, but ultimately he loves Izuku and begrudgingly agrees that you would be better protected by two pro hero’s looking after you than one.

•In a poly relationship they’re even more likely to kidnap you than by themselves because they feed off each other’s yandere tendencies and paranoia. Plus having Izuku encourage him that it’s the right thing to do means Kats will be quicker to ignore his thoughts that this is wrong.

•They’ll probably kidnap you in your sleep because they both agree that will the be the least stressful thing for you. Obviously something went wrong and you you wake up to find them in your house. Whether you know them personally or just recognise them as two high ranking pro hero’s your reaction will vary, but either way you’ll want to know why they have broken into your house in the middle of the night.

•Izuku will try to calm you down by explaining that there your soulmates and have come to bring you home, while Katsuki will straight up tell you that they don’t have time for this shit and that your coming with them. When you say it they are both in shock for a second. When he processes what you said Izuku is devastated, his delusional mind won’t let him believe you would kill yourself to get away from him so he’ll immediately place the blame on something/someone else. Who hurt his bunny? He probably bursts into tears when you say that and gets hysterical. Katsuki is equally as upset but he’s able to stay calmer, he can tell from your tone that you’re not kidding and he can’t risk you doing something that will get you hurt so as much as he doesn’t want you to have more bad feelings towards him he will knock you out. He will do it the most efficient and least painful way he knows how. He can’t stop thinking about what you said. He knows finding them in your house must have been scary but your immediate thought shouldn’t have been suicide.

•When they bring you home Katsuki will have to comfort Izuku who has entered his hysterical state and is muttering about who hurt his sweetheart and why they would ever think about ending their beautiful life, he knew you needed your soulmates. Kats has to hold him and remind him that you’re here now and they won’t let you hurt yourself. Once he’s calmed down Izuku will demand they go to you, not wanting you to wake up by yourself.

•After this their protective instincts will increase massively and Izuku especially will be more clingy afterwards. Katsuki will try to be more gentle with his words and won’t be as harsh with you, they both make sure to give you lots of encouragement and praise, and you will have daily cuddle sessions on the couch. Any physical punishment they may have given you will no longer be an option, but Katsuki will have to keep Izuku away from you when he gets hysterical so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. If you do ever tell them about a specific incident or person they will, despite normally not wanting to be especially violent, go “take care of the problem.” They’ll make sure nothing ever hurts you again.

[tteokdoroki]

waves that hurt | k.bakugou + i.midoriya.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x gn!reader x izuku midoriya.

♡ word count: 3.04K

♡ rating: everyone.

♡ genre: pro hero!au, hurt, angst and comfort.

♡ summary: dark days mean dark waves that crash across your mind, intrusive and mean the waves pull you under— but they are the helping hands that pull you up and let you breathe.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy tw for depression, intrusive thoughts and self depreciation, self doubt and low self-worth. this fic is written mostly from personal experiences and may not be accurate to how everyone feels! mentions of therapy.

♡ author’s note(s):  this is my contribution to @doinmybesthere​ ‘s mental health awareness collab, this is kinda personal to me and something i experienced recently!! i hope it can provide some comfort to anyone out there, please don’t forget to check out everyone else’s works and i hope you’re all safe ‘n well <3

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

“kacchan, it’s much worse this time, i really think you should come home early tonight.”

deku whispers into the phone, his marred hands rub slow and soothing circles into your back from over the duvet— you can feel his warmth, light and airy through it but he feels and sounds much further away. a million miles across a dark ocean that trickles through your thoughts, intrusive and mean, keeping you under and away from clear air.

you wouldn’t want to pull him into this, bother him with the way you drown in dark thoughts— so you pull away from your boyfriend and tuck yourself away into the sheets.

izuku doesn’t retract his hand even as you pull away, listening to katsuki grunt orders down the phone— make sure yn’s eaten, make sure yn’s had water. basic things you should be able to do on your own but can’t, paralysed by the anxiety and depression that clamps down on you like a vice and refuses to let you up so you can just breathe. you want to breathe and not feel like the world is crashing down on you, to have a second to yourself where everything seems like it’s okay.

brushing fingers over the nape of your neck, toying with the coils of your baby hairs, your boyfriend speaks, only gently. “baby,” says quietly, his weight causing the bed to dip. “katsuki will be home soon, do you want to come with me to let him in?” you shrug, a sick feeling twisting in your gut. you see the black tendrils and waves in the back of your mind, bringing forth a new batch of ugly words that force you down. are you really that much of a burden these days that katsuki has to call it quits on work for you? “how are you feeling?”

you don’t know, you don’t know how to tell him that every thought you have hurts and there’s a pain in your chest with every breath you take. “i don’t know, it’s just...bad izu…” you want to explain how you feel deep inside, but the words are trapped like balls of tar in your throat— fear that if you say something he’ll walk away.

“you don’t have to say anything, don’t force yourself to…” he speaks with a soft voice, cotton to your ears in an attempt to soothe you. you can just about feel the clean air flowing through your lungs at the sound— it tells you he loves you, no matter what and you almost believe it before sinking back under. “let’s get you some water okay? wouldn’t want kacchan scolding us would we?”

the joke hangs in the murky and heavy air for a few seconds before you muster a small smile— your green haired boyfriend lets out a tiny sigh of relief and pressed a kiss into your hairline, the affection simmers under your skin and briefly brings light to your dark mind as izuku starts leading you to the kitchen.

you’re curled up in izuku’s lap when the front door pops open with a click— signifying your other boyfriend had arrived home. you flinch, hiding yourself in the blankets keeping you warm and locking away the dark thoughts from the eyes of your lovers.

part of you hated them seeing you this way, that’s why you forced yourself to keep everything away from them— but they knew, they always did and always came to your rescue. you didn’t want them to feel like they had to look after you when the days were bad and draining and your mind took hold of everything that you felt. you didn’t need the weight of your own problems on the shoulders of two pro heroes who had enough to deal with.

in the end, you would destroy them like you did with yourself.

you can hear katsuki shedding his gear by the door, feeling his intense and heated presence flood the room and barely penetrate the barrier you created for yourself even while you lay in izuku’s arms. for as long as you’d known the two— even from back in your U.A days, bakugou had hated self-pity, of course in recent years he’d cooled down a little and spoke less on the actions of others but even still, you weren’t sure if you could handle him looking down on you for looking down on yourself and for feeling this way.

the blanket is suddenly lifted from your head, momentarily blinding you with the overwhelming light that is your boyfriend, katsuki bakugou. a twinkle of concern lines his ruby eyes and you can see traces of his charcoal eyeliner that he usually smudges underneath his mask— he’s so beautiful but you’re afraid of the twitches of worry, afraid that he’s mad at you for being the way you are.

“hey honey,” bakugou hums, crouching to your level to cup your cheeks, stress bleeding from his body when you nuzzle into him.

izuku gives you a squeeze, an encouraging one and you nod. “hi,” is all you can muster, afraid of blurting the intrusive words that crackle across your brain.

katsuki sits back on his haunches, looking between you and his boyfriend before he attempts to kick off his shoes. the room is full of a thick, ugly quietness that you know you’re responsible for— they don’t have to say anything, you know that it’s you. because when you’re like this it’s hard for bakugou and midoriya to talk, afraid that they’ll say something to set you off and you afraid that they’ll leave if they knew how you really felt. how trapped and alone you felt inside, how the twisted darkness added tones to your vibes and dragged you down with every step that you took.

they don’t need to say it because it flows from your body like a rushing river and drowns them, fills their lungs and it’s your fault for infecting them with your own bitter taste of life.

“have you eaten?” the blonde of the two boys asks, looking you dead in the eye. you want to answer, but again the viscous back from earlier starts to flood through your body. you try to take care of yourself of these days where you feel it the hardest, but it’s difficult to move and to breathe— and the drive to complete even the simplest of tasks is barely ever there.

you move to speak, caught up in the thick smog of your own brain when izuku gives your body a squeeze and shakes his head, the forest of his hair brushing against your cheek. “you’ve had water, right?” izuku has no problem answering for you. “but nothing to eat,” he whispers, keeping his voice low as if to hide his worry from you— it’s light in his tone but tremors throughout the number one’s body. you feel sick for making him feel that way.

katsuki’s gaze shifts back from his boyfriend to you, his expression unreadable because he knows how you get if they worry too much about you. you’re thankful, partly for that at least, his blank face prevents your mind from reading too deep into things and blaming yourself for things out of your own control.

“‘m makin’ your favourite for dinner. you’ll eat it, no questions asked.” the explosive pro hero states firmly, rising from his place crouched down by your side, obviously not before thumbing over your cheeks to wipe away evidence of your dried tears. “gonna run you a bath too, damn nerd better get you upstairs and ready by the time it’s done.” deku’s chest rumbles with a light hearted chuckle beneath you, lifting the heavy weight of the air within the room— bakugou had always loved brashly, with a fiery intensity that hardly left room for the answer ‘no’, and while izuku was more tame, they balanced one another out in a way that felt more like a warm hug than a battle. they grounded you, in the best of ways.

true to his disgruntled words, your blonde headed boyfriend runs you a hot bath. you don’t miss the addition of lavender oil to the perfectly warm water, the baking soda which you’re sure he only knew to add because his mother had said it would remove the demon spawn toxins in his body. izuku is the one to help you strip, holds your hands as you kick off gross comfort clothes and folds them away, after pressing kisses to your groggy face and chin.

it’s almost funny to see the two biggest and beefiest pro heroes sit on your bathroom floor crossed legged and beside the tub— both of them taking up the majority of the room. you know for a fact that no one would believe the sight unless they saw it, but they’re there. both of them, izuku midoriya and bakugou katsuki are with you encompassed in the silence while you wash away the ugly words that plague your mind and fill the pores of your skin.

they’re still there.

even as sweet lavender water moves in soft waves over your bare body, while black ink moves in the same way across your brain— tattooing self-depreciating thoughts into every inch. you’re not worth their time, they say, you’re wasting it. because how could their precious time be put to good use if you’re taking it up, they could be saving people but instead your boyfriends are here, drowning in your own darkness.

they’re still fucking here.

when they could be out there saving the people who needed it, who were suffering out there in the world outside of your home.

and the suds against your body, the warm water sloshing over your thighs isn’t enough to get rid of the burning sensation of vile phrases printing themselves against your body and clouding every thought that you think. toxic, mean and nasty things you can’t scrub away— none of it is enough to make you feel like you deserve bakugou tenderly lathering you up with the rose scented soap his mother had sent you for christmas or the sips of cool water midoriya brings to your lips in order to prevent you from overheating in the steam of the bathroom.

deku catches the painful twist in your face, pausing his movements to study you. “whaddya need?” you need it to stop, to find something to replace the pain and doubts that fill you.

“water, hotter,” you croak quietly, tears building up in the base of your throat as katsuki catches on and flicks the tap for a stream of hot water to fill the tub. “please,”

they tell you to let them know when to stop if the heat gets too much, but the scalding water burns away any reminders of the self loathing you feel across every inch of your mind, your body and your soul. it stings at the darkness in a way that’s painfully soothing and maybe if you sink under— it could stop hurting completely. if you could slide deeper into the water, would the waves of darkness not crash so hard?

and then the damn breaks, like a tsunami the guilt and anguish you feel crashes over your body and takes control, leaving you fighting for oxygen in the form of your happiness.

everything that you’d been holding back flows freely in salty tears from tired eyes, scorching a path down the apples of your cheeks and mingling with the contents of the tub below. your boys, they don’t notice at first, how you cry and curl in on yourself until you think the world won’t notice you anymore but then just as they always do, they’re pulling you into their warmth and bubble of light— freeing you from black intrusive tendrils even if it means they have to crawl into the tub and wade their through the ocean you’ve made to set yourselves apart.

“don’t—!” you heave with an uneven voice, signs of you falling apart evident in every way. bakugou and deku pull away from you slowly, with dripping shirts and worry written across freckled faces and red eyes. they’re scared for you, hate seeing you force your feelings down and away from them. “please don’t touch me—you’ll—“

the water in the bathtub sloshes from where you retract from their touch, backing yourself up against the wall and away from your boys. “we’ll what?” izuku presses but only gently, keeping you afloat, stopping you from sinking and bakugou stays put in his place, letting the latter talk you down.

you shake your head, trying to think of the right words but it’s hard to, with the crashing waves heavy against your ears. how do you tell your lovers that everything hurts, to think and to feel, to live day by day. you don’t want to bother them with and an extra stress to their busy lives. but you can’t keep it in any longer, bursting at the seams. “you’ll drown. i-if i touch you, i’ll pull you under, you’ll drown with me and you won’t be able to breathe and all those horrible things that i think about will burn in your lungs until you give up fighting like me,” your tears and hiccups interrupt your words, but they listen. bakugou and deku, they listen and they stay.

“yn—“

“because if you do, then all that i feel will be a burden to you— i’ll break in ways that can’t be fixed and you’ll be forced to pick up the pieces and i’ll just be a burden,” you continue, not even pausing to take a breath while you continue to cry. “if you stay to pick up the pieces, you’ll be taken away from people who need you, who are worth saving, and can be helped and—“

you can’t recount how many nights, similar to this in which you wondered why and how two pro heroes could want and love you, why they dealt with your down days that sometimes outnumbered the ups— even if they’d shown you how much they cared, you couldn’t help but feel guilty as if your sadness took up their time to save someone else.

“you can be helped, yn. you don’t have to go what you’re going through alone, you’re worth the time and the effort of helping, no one deserves to suffer,” the green haired of your two boyfriends cuts through the tail ends of your words, still keeping distance until he knows it’s safe to touch you again. there is no look of condescending pity on his face, no sign to show you’ve pulled him into the dark of your mind. it’s just izuku, trying to help you pull through.

you look to katsuki hesitantly, he hasn’t said a word. “but i don’t want to be seen as...as weak, or to worry you because i can’t get out of my own head—“

“y’not fuckin’ weak, we’d never think that of you. we see you try to hide your pain, pretend things don’t get to you when they do. but fuckin’ handlin’ things on ya own can make y’stronger than any two heroes combined,” a look of anger flashes across his features, finer with age and tired with work. but bakugou isn’t angry with you, but with himself for leading you to believe that you were an extra weight on his shoulders. both of their shoulders. “yer not gonna get rid of us or scare us away, we love ya, we’re here for ya ‘n if it’s help that you need or think yer not worthy of, we’ll find some. it’s okay t’ask for help.”

maybe it’s hearing it from someone else, that your pain and your depression is valid, that you’re not an extra weight on the people you love that allows you to come up from a tar-like ocean for fresh air in your lungs, for the waves to calm and the storm raging in your mind to soothe. maybe it’s the two of your boyfriends being there for you despite the fear that you’d scare them away with not being okay that washes away some of the awful things you think.

you know that their support won’t make things go away over night, that it will take time for you to heal but for now you can keep your head above the water just long enough to breathe.

“can i touch you now? is it okay?” deku asks, feeling less distant from you than at the start of the day, but as your body shakes with the last of your tears all you manage is a nod before the number one hero is pulling you into his chest from the tub and the number two is wrapping a towel and his arms around you.

you sit sandwiched between the two, they keep you at the surface— holding you tight while you let out what you’ve been holding back. “we can get some help if y’want it, the doctors...therapy might be nerve wrackin’...scary even, but it can help and we’ll be there every single step of the fuckin’ way,” katsuki reasures you with pets to your head, rocking you back and forth on your bathroom floor, steam clinging to the air that you can finally breathe.

izuku nods along in agreement, pressing kisses to your wet hairline. “we’ll be here. you won’t be alone.”

the murkiness of the water in your mind starts to clear, but only just— their warmth starts to push through the clouds like sunshine brushing against your skin. a light to the dark that's plagued your every waking moment, the waves no longer crash and destroy but instead lap comfortingly at your painful thoughts and tame them just enough for you to have a moment of clarity.

you don’t have to be alone or millions of miles away, you deserve the hands of your loved ones that offer you help instead of pushing them away. the process of healing and things like therapy or meds will be hard sometimes, but katsuki and izuku will be here by your side, to help you manage days where darkness rolls in waves that hurt and help you breathe once again.

[shigarakisbabyy]

Hey friend! I was wondering if maybe you could do a headcannons post about different MHA guys and their quirkless boyfriends? Like Bakugo, Monona, and Midoriya? I think it'd be interesting and your writings have always cheered me up. I think you're a great writer and I wish all of your haters get a piece of popcorn stuck between their teeth and can't get it out! You're amazing my dude!

Absolutely I can! And I’m working on your other request too, I’ve just been insanely busy!! My school is doing spring break soon, so I’ll probably get it done then :)

Warnings: slight mentions of insecurity?

Katsuki Bakugo

He didn’t grow up with deku for his entire life to NOT understand quirkless people

Honestly, he doesn’t think less of you for not having a quirk. Character development has hit him like a freight train and he knows you didn’t choose it

Still won’t stop him from bragging about how cool his quirk is tho

He’s probably a lot more overprotective of you and your safety since he knows it’s a bit harder for you to defend yourself

He’s kind of fragile with you too.

He’s just scared alright?!

He’ll listen to you if your ever insecure or feel “less than” for not having a quirk. He doesn’t know what to say tho so he has to get advice from deku 😭😭

Izuku Midoriya

You don’t have a quirk? Cool! He doesn’t care!

He’d probably be a whole lot more willing to tell you the secret of OFA tbh.

If you’re ever insecure about it he knows exactly what to say to cheer you up

He actually feels a sense of normalcy with you. He doesn’t need to constantly worry about quirks or anything with you or any of that other bullshit

Oh, but this boy will unleash hell if anyone makes fun of you for it

He spent his entire life being made fun of and degrade for being quirkless. He will NOT let you feel the same way

I feel like he’d honestly prefer a quirkless partner. He’d be able to relate to them better.

Neito Monoma

He doesn’t exactly have the flashiest quirk or a power that makes him capable of being a fantastic hero, so he kinda gets you

He doesn’t look down on you for being quirkless, shockingly

He kinda likes it because he doesn’t have to compete with you for the best quirk? If that makes sense

But he doesn’t let you being quirkless inhibit your relationship at all. He doesn’t treat you any differently than he would anyone else

10/10 best boy

[firyfox]

Love the fact that you pointed out that deku only has romantic chemistry with only one other person other than bakugo. And it's Rody. Rody and Dekus adventure is the equivalent of a summer fling for deku before bakudeku are an actual thing. I love it because deku gets be oblivious and experience romance before he realizes his feelings for bakugo. Plus it makes bakugo jealous. But also would bakugo allow himself to stay jealous? If rody was better for Deku?

Honestly I don't think deku would actually get with Rody because Deku is clearly in denial of any gay feelings for Bakugo , and his feelings there are way stronger , so if he felt something for Rody he wouldn't be able to tell 😭🤚🏼 It would just be like "Ah friendship ! This feels similar to how I feel about Kacchan ! Love my platonic bros !" Basically Deku's lesser gay feelings for Rody wouldn't be enough to push him out of the closet - And if he Deku did realize he were gay with someone else , he'd probably connect that to his feelings for Bakugo and then he'd worry about / pursue that instead 🤷‍♀️

Also I'm all for the headcanon that anyone other than Kacchan who tries to date Deku would just end up getting icked out by Deku fawning over his rival and the relationship wouldn't go anywhere adjsktv 💀

As for Rody being better for Deku , I really don't know how Bakugo would actually feel about that - I mean this is Katsuki "I know deku better than anyone" Bakugo , who sacrificed his life for Deku , and did so much more to help him . He was in on the OFA meetings way before anyone knew the big secret . He's been growing along side Deku the whole time . And strengthening their bond that has been there since childhood . Meanwhile Rody only knew Deku for how long like ? a week ?? (I may be wrong Lmk how long they had together cuz I didn't see the whole movie)

Point is , I think Bakugo would reasonably think that Rody doesn't know Deku that well , especially a lot of Deku's darker tendencies that we see in the vigilante arc - Sure Bakugo's guilt is a big factor , but at the same time ?? He's already made amends with Deku for everything / being closer to him than anyone , and he is the self proclaimed Deku expert . I think Bakugo would probably see himself as more fit to be with Deku for this reason , and that they're both gonna be heroes - plus Bakugo knows that Deku needs someone who can protect him , as well as keep up with Deku , and prevent him from making decisions like fighting the big bad on his own - and I'm sorry to say this but Rody ain't gonna cut it 💀 (I mean I guess Izuku's protector wouldn't have to also be his romantic partner , but the point is that Bakugo would probably think he's a better option than Rody is in most ways)

But either way , I don't think Bakugo would do anything to stop Deku & Rody from being together since he wants Deku to be happy - But if Rody for some reason happens to start beef with him ?? He may just lay out those facts idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

[mae-gi-writes]

Not Soft (PT.1) | Bakugo Katsuki (BNHA)

Summary:

Bakugo Katsuki is not soft. Except maybe for you.

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Bakugo Katsuki is not soft.

And that, everyone knows. So catch someone calling him anything close to that very definition and they're bound to get their entire body blasted with that fiery quirk of his.

He knows, better than anyone else, that he is the star of UA. People's eyes have been on him ever since his debut at the tender age of fifteen and now, at eighteen, he's pretty certain there isn't anyone in the entirety of Tokyo that doesn't know him. How can they, when his face is plastered across every tv screen available? If not for Deku, maybe he'd have the entire spotlight for himself. Not that this deters him. It only spurs him on to be better, because he has to. He has to become the best hero.

So why?

Why the fuck is he unable to tear his eyes off you?

The first time that Bakugo had gotten a glimpse of your existence had been a mere accident. Freshly transferred from Shinketsu high school earlier this year and deapite being shy and awkward, you had adapted pretty quickly to the warm welcome from the girls' side.

Quite obviously, Uraraka had deemed it her job to introduce you around to everyone on campus. Tsu and Mina hung off your arms as you chatted about histories and your quirks.

Bakugo had been busy training to control his blasts in the training field -- and he would've done a much better job if Deku and Todoroki weren't around to slow down his pace -- when the group of girls stumbled upon the scene, bringing the noise over with them like they were at a frickin' summer fest.

It didn't help that they were all fawning over Todoroki's good looks and admiring Deku's muscles, making as much of a ruckus as a pack of hyenas gone wild that Bakugo had snapped like an angered dog.

"Will you shut the fuck up!?" A vein throbbed at his temple when he spun around with a glare that could've melted mountains, "this ain't your fuckin' playground! Go flirt somewhere else--"

His crimson orbs had fluttered to yours. You'd flinched, then hesitantly lifted your lips into a smile.

Bakugo's chest exploded.

From then onwards, he'd catch you everywhere. To the point where he wonders if you're doing this on purpose, popping up at the most random times to make his heart go staccato.

He hates it. He hates it so much his fingers itch to fucking grab something and-- ugh!

"Fuckin' get outta my way!" He roars every time he spots you standing in the peripheral of his desk, storming over with such aggressivity that you're shaking as you stumble back.

"Jeez Bakugo, chill it with the newbie would you?" Kirishima tries to subdue him, to no avail because who can subdue Bakugo anyway?

"Don't worry, he's always a little prickly," Ochako shrugs her shoulders, "you'll get used to it."

The more he tries ignoring you, the more it seems to work less in his favour. Like in combat training for example, where he gets partnered up with you. He doesn't hesitate to throw a fit at Aizawa, who is quick to restrain him with bandages and tells him to cooperate.

And the thing is, Bakugo can't even look at you in the eye. Not even when you call his name. It's like he's set on ignoring you even when you try calling for him.

"Bakugo-kun, we can`t spar if you're not willing to cooperate," you say with exasperation, hands at the ready.

"Who says I wanna spar with you?!" He scowls with such ferocity and it would've worked to scare you off, if not for the fact that he can't seem to look at you for too long.

Nor can he stop the redness blazing up his neck.

"Well Aizawa sensei put us together for a reason so unless you want to fight the wall, then I'll just have to do," you tell him, "can't you at least try--"

"Fuck off Y/N!"

On other occasions, he finds himself squeezed in next to you in the lunch hall when the girls had decided to gatecrash their table in particular. And of course, fucking Kaminari has to say something about it.

"You okay bro? You're all red and look like you're about to piss your pants."

Bakugo can't help but explode, "What are those fuckin' extras doin' here?!"

"Aw come on man, don't be a dick," red-haired Kirishima doesn't hesitate to sling his arms around the blonde's neck similarly to what he'd do with an overexcited pitbull, "there's space for everyone in here."

Grumbling and pulling against Kirishima's iron grip, Bakugo curses and does the mistake of catching your eye. And that only makes his blush turn fire-engine red.

"What the hell are you lookin' at?!" He barks out on impulse, quickly averting his gaze, "mind your own fuckin' business!"

"I'm not doing anything," you're quick to avert your own gaze, before mutttering, "not like you're anything special."

"Say that again, loser!"

"You don't have to yell. I'm right here--"

His fist shoots out so quick you barely realize he"s grabbed a hold of your shirt before he's tugged you closw to him, embarrassment now gone as his nostrils flare in anger. You've definitely bruised his ego and as you hear Kaminari mumble out an "oh shit" in Jirou's ear, you know you're done for.

"Listen here, dumbass," Bakugo growls out, blood red eyes locked onto yours, "don't get in my way."

You say nothing, only scowling back.

"Guys come on, chill out," Ochako puts up her hands in a gesture of peace, though that goes completely unnoticed as you're both too locked in an intense scowl battle.

That is, before Bakugo finally realises that you're a little too close, so close he can smell your shampoo; a mixture or lilac and fresh coconut...or is it? He sniffs out of impulse. And then, reddens with blazing heat the moment your eyes meet.

He shoves you back so violently that you topple over to the ground butt first, causing both Ochako and Kirishima to shout out, "Bakugo!"

"That wasn't cool man," Kaminari murmurs while Kirishima quickly helps you up. You murmur a soft thank you and Bakugo turns away before the guilt swallows him whole.

"Fuckin' hell," he doesn't wait, shoving back his chair before storming out of the lunch hall before he can taste the remorse on his tongue.

Your face haunts him for the rest of that week.

Never in his whole life has Bakugo ever felt so out of control. It's like he's sitting right in the middle of a tornado, a mess of feelings that he just doesn't know how to deal with. Part of him wishes to ask someone -- anyone -- for answers, but he's Bakugo, the prodigy of Class 1-A. He doesn't ask for help, much less from those stupid bunch of extras that will only erupt with gossip.

Unfortunately for him, Kirishima seems to have a good eye upon the slightest shifts in his demeanor, even going as far as to ask him whether he has a problem with the newcomer.

"The fuck you yappin' about?! Why would I care about that loser?"

"Maybe because you seem to blush every time she's close? Or how you can't even look at her in the face?" His red-haired friend examines his nails while leaning against one of the training poles, watching Bakugo throw punch after punch with excessive pent-up rage, "how do you find her, anyway?"

"Huh?" Bakugo's head whips around, glaring at him.

"She's pretty cool, isn't she? If you forget the fact that she came from Shinketsu. I'd even go as far to say that she's cute."

"If you're gonna talk about shit like that, go talk to Pikachu," Bakugo growls, throwing punch after punch, after punch-- until the dummy flies off its hinges and crashes to the ground.

"You're red, Bakubro. Are you --"

He yelps in mid-sentence when the latter thrusts his palm out with a burst of explosion, "Go to fuckin' hell!"

What's so great about you anyway? His mind roars as he plummets a rain of punches through the endless row of dummies like his blood just can't seem to calm down. Why is he so intent on keeping his eyes on you when you barely stand out? You're not a prodigy, your quirk is just above average -- you have a gift for working with shadows -- and you seem to hate his guts as much as he does.

But his eyes are like magnets, always finding you in the crowd, always sizing you up and analyzing the fluidity of your movements, the gracefulness that mimics that of a ballerina. He can't understand how someone can move in a way that feels as if they're dancing with the wind.

He wants to slap himself. Pound some reality into that head of his. With his fists.

There is no solution other than avoiding you altogether which, let's face it, isn't his forte.

But he tries. He really tries his best.

Except, you're kind of always in the way. Or you forcefully try to anyway.

You seem to know exactly what unnerves him, what hits all the wrong spots. During training under Aizawa's close eye, you keep on brushing off his insults, laughing and even going as far as to pat his shoulder for good measure even when he's gotten you black and bruised at the end of each session.

Whenever you spot him sitting alone in the lunch hall, you'd plunk your tray beside him and engage him in conversation even if you're the only one talking for the most part.

"I'm trying to improve the extension of my quirk so that I can use it during close combat," you say through a mouthful of sandwich, oblivious to the reddish tint taking over Bakugo's ears, "Aizawa sensei told me I should practice them separately before combining them. But it's taking so much time and energy."

Silence. Only broken by the aggressive scooping up of Bakugo's spoon against his bowl. But that's normal. It's expected.

You sigh, waving to Tsu and Ochako who wave back happily as they line up for their food.

"Should fuckin' eat more."

You blink, realizing that those words had come out of none other than the blonde sitting before you, red eyes glaring into his food.

Your jaw falls slack, "h--huh?"

Red pupils flick up to yours, "should fuckin' eat more," he repeats with a growl, "you eat like a lil' ass bird. No wonder you can't control shit."

"O--oh." He's actually talking to you. Why does he even bother?! Shut your trap fucker! His mind screams, "t--thanks. Bakugo-kun."

"Don't thank me, do something about it," he snaps, and before you know he's reaching over and dumping a few meatballs into your bowl, "there. Now fuckin' eat and stop sittin' on your ass during training!"

It is at this exact moment that Ochako and Tsu turn up, trays in hand and eyes darting between you and Bakugo in confusion.

"Y/N-chan, did Bakugo-kun just give you his food?" Tsu quips, as tactless as ever, "he must really like you."

"Shut yer' trap, Frog Bitch!" Bakugo explodes before you can scramble for an explanation. He grabs his tray and storms off, dumping it off with unecessary force on his way out and barging into Deku without so much as a glance back at him like he usually would've.

That doesn't deter you from continually seeking him out though, and while he loathes having you stick around when he can't seem to control his sanity, he's glad to find that you take his advice, grabbing onto two loaves instead of one at each meal, ensuring that you finish everything on your plate. He notices a change in your snacks too; how you switch out cookies for protein bars, your dark chocolate for peanuts.

He feels proud, to say the least.

"Hey you were right," you tell him after practice the following week. You are both sweaty and bruised, and will definitely make a trip to Recovery Girl soon after. For now though, he's content lying in the dirt and catching his breath, content to smell the soft coconut in the air that signals you're collapsed on his right.

"It helps my quirk when I eat more," he can feel you smile even if he doesn't see you, "did you feel it?"

He grunts. Compliments don't come naturally to him. But he has to admit you're doing better -- way better than he had expected.

"Your punches are shit," he states.

"Yesh I know. I hate training with weights."

"Hm.". A pause. Then, he grunts, "you got a pretty good roundhouse."

"Ooh Bakugo," you push yourself up with your arms to send him a teasing grin, "what's this? A compliment?"

"Shut up." Pause. "Fuckin' extra."

You giggle, "you're not that bad to be around, after all. Either that or I'm getting used to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

"That people have got you all wrong," you grin at him and he swears his heart squeezes so hard in his chest that he chokes.

Coughing and turning away from you on his elbow, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand while your head pops up behind him, "you okay, Bakugo--"

" 'm fine!" He yells a little too loud. So loud that your classmates turn and stare.

He scrambles to his feet with lightning speed, doesn't wait to hear the concern spilling from your lips as he stomps out of the training grounds. This is ririculous, choking because of a compliment! What the fuck is wrong with him!?

It isn't until he reaches his room, rams a fist into his wall before looking up into his closet mirror -- that he catches sight of himself:

Flushed cheeks. Reddened neck. Steam coming out of his ears. Chest stuttering and heart skipping beats like someone's playing drums.

Shit.

Bakugo is not soft. But maybe for you, he might be.

----

"Oi."

Midoriya almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of Bakugo's voice booming through the gymnasium. He swivels around, eyes wide and already tearing up with apprehensive fear.

When Bakugo's around, there's bound to be trouble that follows.

"K--Kacchan? H--Hey," Midoriya's heart is practically jumping out of his chest the closer Bakugo stomps up to him. Maybe out of impulse, he winces and cowers back, "did you--uh-- did you need anything Kaachan?"

Bakugo stares at him for a moment. Then, jerks his chin to the Gym doors, grumbling a soft, "outside."

Midoriya's pulse spikes even more as he reluctantly trails after the blonde. He tries to recount everything he's done in the last 24 hours but comes up with nothing upon realizing he hasn't even seen Bakugo in the last two days, much less interacted with him.

"What is it, Kacchan?" Midoriya wipes his sweaty hands over his pants as Bakugo stares off in the distance, surprisingly calm for someone so impulsive.

It is slightly unnerving. Strangrly terrifying.

"Round face liked you, didn't she?"

Midoriya's entire body jolts as if electrified. He gapes at Bakugo, who is quick to snap in defence, "Whatcha' lookin' at, fuckin' Deku?! Just answer the damn question!"

"Uh--Uh y-yeah yeah! She--I think she did! But not anymore!" Midoriya squeaks out, trying not to squirm under Bakugo's threatening scowl.

"Hmph," his scowl deepened, "and did'ya?"

"Did I?..."

"Did you like her back, dumbass?!"

"Oh n--no! I mean I like Uraraka as a friend but--but not more!"

"Fuck," Bakugo swivels around, "fuckin' useless."

"Wait Kacchan!" Midoriya cries out just as the latter is about to walk away. He swivels with such a foul scowl that Deku squirms, "why...do you ask?"

"None of your business!"

The dark-haired, freckled boy might've believed him, if not for the rumours. It is a widely known fact that you and Bakugo seem to hit it off well. You seem to be the only one able to tame his temper and for that, Midoriya thinks you're a gift provided by the heavens.

"I could help you," Midoriya offers, but that only stirs up Bakugo even more, "I don't need your fuckin' help!--"

"Is this about Y/N?"

Bakugo's face pinks, "that--You--Shut up!"

"Do you like Y/N, Kacchan?"

"Wha--No!--The fuck?!" Bakugo reels back like Midoriya has just slapped him, "what you talkin' about?!"

It's not his words, nor his balled-up fists, but his face that gives him away, and it's so strange and foreign on Bakugo that Midoroya has to blink twice to realize that his blonde friend is blushing like a schoolboy, with an expression that looks akin to mortification.

If this were anyone else, Midoriya would've inquired without hesitation. But this is Bakugo, who never divulges his feelings, who never never seeks him out for stuff like that.

So he has to tread on fragile waters.

"Look, I don't know what's going on with you," Midoriya starts off gently as Bakugo tenses so hard that veins pop out of his arms, "but I'm assuming you're asking me because you want answers--"

"Damn right I do."

"About your feelings? Towards Y/N?"

The scowl on Bakugo's face deepens tenfold. A vein pops on his forehead.

"Well," Midoria continues gently, "it's not impossible. For you to like someone--"

"Who says I like her?!"

"No one! I didn't say anything! Just-- liking someone doesn't make you weak! Or--or dumb!" Midoriya is already taking a step back, just out of Bakugo's range so that he can't throttle him, "It's human you know! And it's really great if it works out!"

But Bakugo doesn't do that. He shoves his hands in his pockets and, with a permanent scowl, mutters a gruff, "keep talkin'. "

"Well uhm-- I mean I'm no expert. But I guess...liking someone feels like, you know, like you want to be with them all the time. You want to see them smile and when they do it's like -- addictive. Like seeing the sun after a rainy day," Midoriya's smile is soft, gentle. He looks down at his hands, "I imagine you'd want to touch them, hold their hands and stuff even if the idea makes your palms sweat and your heart race."

He looks up towards the blonde in question and is surprised to find the latter the colour of a fire-engine, as if he's been exposed to Todoroki's fire.

"Kacchan?"

Bakugo jumps. Very unlikely of him. "W--What?!"

"Were you listening?"

"Course I was dumbass!"

"Oh okay, w--well uhm...does that help?"

Bakugo's eye twitches for a minute, jaw clenched so tight Midoriya fears he might break it in two before swivelling around to stomp off without so much as a thsnks or a goodbye. Not that Midoriya has expected much, who only smiles like a parent watching his children grow up.

Meanwhile, Bakugo's head is spinning, barely taking note of his surroundings. Heart racing? Palms sweating more than they should? And -- he slams the brakes upon his thoughts just as they're about to go downhill and shakes his head so violently it starts aching.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking hell! He screams inwardly, hand going to rake through his hair on impulse.

It's not that he's ignorant about love, or the fact that maybe he will have to find a partner at some point. He knows, he's seen his parents-- as gross as it was. However, that is definitely not his priority. It's not even on his goddamn list!

So why?

Why can't he just stop?

----

"Bakugo's acting weird."

That comment is enough for Ochako to stop in mid-bite, glancing up at Tsu's statement before both eyes swivel towards the said cause in question:

You.

You blink back at them, "what?" You ask through a mouthful of fried noodles.

"He's been avoiding us," Tsu states as if it isn't obvious enough, "I wonder whether it's because he likes Y/N-chan."

You almost spit out your food, "What?"

"Didn't you know?"

"No," spluttering, you quickly swivel towards Ochako for answers, "what's this about?"

"Everyone knows," Ochako replies with slight embarrassment, "the boys have been saying that ever since you and Bakugo have started training together, he's been acting really weird. Not his usual self. And whenever you're around he gets all hot and bothered for some reason--"

"Because he finds me annoying," you quickly reply.

Ochako shakes her head though, short chesnut strands brushing her cheeks as she does so, "because he likes you, Y/N."

"He's looking at you now," Tsu quips.

"That's not true--" you turn to prove them wrong, but are astounded to find glaring red orbs blaze into yours for a few hot seconds.

"The fuck you lookin' at?!" He yells.

You wince. Of course. You quickly turn back to face the two girls.

"See?" Tsu nudges you, a floppy smile spreading across her lips, "he's been staring for over five minutes."

"He just shouted at me," you deadpan.

"He's just embarrassed. That's Bakugo for you," Ochako replies.

"He's definitely blushing," Tsu adds.

You don't believe them. Not at first. Bakugo? Liking you of all people? You're barely meeting his standards and the only times you talk is when he takes pleasure in insulting you. If that's his way of flirting then...

Then what?

Admittedly, you had entertained the idea of how it would feel to be intimate with the blonde top student, not only for his status in UA but also due to his dashingly good looks. Precisely why he's the main subject of conversation whenever the subject of 'arms' or 'tight abs' or 'muscles' comes up.

But.

And the but is a big one. You don't feel like love is even something Bakugo has in his vocabulary, which thus results in you shoving all romantic thoughts in the back of your mind in the dusty closet gathering all unspoken thoughts.

It feels like you're treading on eggshells the next week, always jumping whenever Bakugo's voice is in hearig distance and doing your best to avoid him. You lie to Aizawa about being sick for the entire week in order to skip training with Bakugo, which you realize is a big mistake the moment he barges into your room without warning,

"Bakugo?!" Your scream is muffled against the shirt that you're halfway pulling up your torso, and it takes you -- and the blonde boy --a split second to realize that you're in the middle of changing.

Your brain shoots off.

"What the fuck!?"

"What are you doing here!?"

You yelp and he cries out a string of curse words, both whipping around while you take this chance to shove your shirt back down.

When you glance back over your shoulder, it's to see Bakugo still facing away, his body hunched and hands shoved into his pant pockets.

"Are you done!?" He bursts out so forcefully that you wince, "y--yeah. You know you could've knocked...right?"

"I know that! Dumbass!"

"Then why didn't you?" You pause, "and stop yelling at me. Why are you even here?"

Embarrassment forgotten, Bakugo turns back around as a scowl twists his face into a snarl, "why you skippin' training?"

You're about to respond when he beats you to it, "fuckin' liar. You're not even sick. The hell you playin' at?!"

"I--" how are you supposed to tell him that he is the reason for your weird ass behaviour? You want to say something, anything. But the words get stuck in your throat like sandpaper, "I felt dizzy so I decided to take it easy,"

"Don't bullshit me," advancing forward as you stumble back on surprise, your butt hits the edge of your study table as he closes in on you and somehow, though you know Bakugo's body is well-built in all the right places, he seems colossal, intimidating.

"I don't waste my time with losers," Bakugo's growl is low, and yet holds so much power, "so you better stop your pathetic whining and get your ass back in the gym--"

"Do you like me?"

The words spill out of you without warning.

You gasp. He freezes in mid-stride.

Maroon eyes meet ruby red and for a long stretch of silence, you just stare at each other.

Then, Bakugo explodes.

"Hah?! Fuck No!-- I--What--" He reels back like you just burned him, face burning up and eyes darting right, left, anywhere -- everywhere -- in order to avoid your gaze.

He looks so endearing, like a child who got caught with his hand in a cookie jar. Stepping forward with an amused smile curving along your lips, you tilt your head to the side, "are you blushing--"

"I'm not blushing! W-Why the heck would I do that?!"

"Aw, it's okay Bakugo. You're allowed to be embarrassed. It's only human."

"I'm not fucking embarrassed! Who said I was?!"

"Well," you drag the word out, taking another step closer, then another. And another until his back hits the closet door with a soft thud, "why don't you look at me then?"

And he does, because of course Bakugo will accept every challenge thrown his way, which grants you an even better view of the fiery glaze dotting his cheeks. His eyes are darting away from you but it’s clear as day that there’s more to the silent mortification swallowing him whole. There’s a mixture of embarrassment sure, but there’s also a slight weakened affirmation in the way his body leans in towards yours despite his aggressive words. 

He wants you to know, despite scolding you for constantly berating him. 

He wants you to know without having to say it himself.

Leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest, your eyebrow quirks up as you repeat your earlier question, “do you like me?” 

His entire torso stiffens. His jaw is clenched so tight you fear he might grind his teeth to pieces. 

“Bakugo,” you emphasize his name, grin widening, “it’s a yes or no question."

Still, he stays quiet, albeit grumbling softly and turning his head to the side.

"Baku--"

He snaps back with a snarl, "What?!"

You just look at him, "you know what," you reach out your arm hesitantly towards his shoulder, only for him to swat it away violently, "don't touch me!"

That hurts. Not what he says. He's always so violent. But the way he says it. It's filled with such malice it makes your eyes sting.

You blink, arm dropping and trying to ignore the way your throat tightens, "sorry," you mumble and slowly move back.

"Sorry," you repeat yourself, not quite sure what you're apologising for exactly. Maybe you might have pushed things a little too far and so start to turn away from the blonde with a nervous little laugh.

But before you realize it Bakugo's grabbed your wrist to pull you back to face him, tugging you a little closer in the process.

A small gasp dies at the back of your throat. You gaze up at him, who'a adamantly averting his eyes and gnawing so aggressively on his lower lip that you fear he might start bleeding.

"Don't--" he struggles, spitting the word out like venom, "go."

So you listen, allowing yourself to get pulled a little further into him and getting a whiff of his deodorant. It smells like caramel and a spice you can't quite place, though that's not quite what takes your attention. Not when his arm holding your wrist releases to slowly, hesitantly, wrap around your middle.

Stumbling into his chest, your breath halts. You stare up at him to find his head still turned away, so defiantly in fact, that you could've imagined the warmth of his loose embrace.

"Fuck," his curse is a mere whisper. One final tug and your face fits against his chest, "so fuckin' stupid."

You swear your heart staggers to a halt.

The moment lasts for quite a while, with him holding you close with both arms now cradling your waist, face pressed to his torso while your hands are splayed across his chest in a silence laden with the heavy weight of truth still left unsaid. You aren't quite sure what to do, what to say, and so decide to wait for the blonde to speak first, knowing full well that there's something on his mind.

"That answers your question?" His voice is deep, it makes you jump slightly in his hold.

You tilt your face upwards and are more than surprised to find him already gazing down at you. His eyes are still cold, still glinting with adrenaline and yet... there's something else.

Something you can't quite put your finger on.

"I...guess?"

"Ha?" His mouth tugs into a scowl, "how dense are you exactly?"

A small giggle erupts from your throat, "I got it," you tell him, knowing full well that for Bakugo, this is by far the most emotion he's ever let slip to anyone.

It's not much. But for now, it's enough.

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A/N : Will hopefully be a Part 2! Stay tuned! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! 💜