#katsuki bakugou x reader x izuku midoriya

[cvnt4him]

insecurities is just the most common thing a human being can experience..no matter your power, strong will, immaculate self discipline, insecurities are normal and everyone goes through it once in a while.

And like everyone else, you have your own insecurities. Being fat is something everyone seems to look down on. Everything is funnier and way easier to make fun of when you're fat. You hate looking at yourself and seeing your body. Your chubby tummy, your fat arms and squishy cheeks. They were the bare minimum of what you disliked about yourself, dare you say hate.

It will always befuddle you when you see your super handsome strong and admirable boyfriend. I mean he's well built, sexy, and damn was he just blatantly perfect. There's no point in pointing out small features about him when everything you seen was perfect. Anyone with eyes could see he is a walking piece of art perfectly made.

It hurts you to see that you're holding something like him down. It makes you feel terrible.

You're sulking in bed, you haven't moved since he's left this morning. It worries him terribly. It's normal for you to feel gross and icky but that doesn't mean it doesn't upset him as well. He hates seeing you cry, and when it gets this bad he can't help that stinging feeling he feels his heart give.

While you're hidden under the cover not bothering to lift your head up to see anything he slowly and quietly walked towards you, a small smile on his face as he climbed into bed behind you. You feel the extra dip in the bed added given his weight. you open your eyes beneath the cover before you swing the cover off of you whipping your head around to see your loving boyfriend.

Calm eyes full of love and adoration for you. He scoffs lightly and pulls you into a deep and tight hug causing you to whine. Small kisses are planted on top of your head while he holds you closely and you listen to his breath, his heart beating behind his chest.

“ ’s everything okay.”

It wasn't really a question but it was good to feel like he cared. Of course you knew he did, he cared so much and he made sure that you knew that....in his own weird ways.

You give a small nod before you try to scooch impossibly closer to him. He chuckled above you and sinks deeper into the comfort of the bed, not bothering to remove the clothes he was wearing after the long day he's had. Holding you was simply enough.

Sure he might not be done much of anything, but him just being near you was enough to make you feel loved. Like regardless of your weight, you're loved. He had a knack for that, he was a damn good person and an even better boyfriend. You were impossibly lucky, is all you could think.

“ I love you. y'know that.”

You nod again, he hums in disapproval above you his brows furrowing as he looks down at you giving the top of your head a rather aggressive kiss before he grabs you by your chin and cranes your head up to his so you can face him, he gives you a stern yet pouty look huffing as he stared down at you.

There is no way this big strong manly (for the most part) man was sitting here pouting. If only the world could see your man now. He was adorable that's for sure. You can't help the giggles and laughs that escape you as you stare up at him, admiring his handsome yet cute features. He truly was a work of art, the gods definitely took their precious time sculpting him and those abs.

“ I love you.”

He says once more while he continues to pout. You snicker and realize what's got him so peaved, he wants you to say 'i love you' back. You always say it back when he says it to you, mainly because it's true, you do love him as well. But another reason is because it makes you feel like he loves you just that little bit more when you say it.

For the fun of it, you decided you weren't gonna say it. Just to see how far you could really take it. A small displeased groan leaves him as he eyes you up and down eyes squinting at you as your teasing smile grows wider, you try your best not to crack but you can't help it. He's too cute, you burst out in laughter and let your head fall onto his chest.

He groans and kisses you all over, pouting and slightly annoyed with you but he can't deny the fact that he loves you far too much. You eventually tire yourselves out, small giggles leaving your two motionless and entwined bodies. Your arms draped over his body while his legs were in between yours, fingers locked together as you hold hands smiles on both of your tired faces.

He looks over to see your eyes closed, you weren't exactly asleep just in more of a dazed estate really thankful for what you have and how much love you feel even when you get in this mindset. A heavy sigh leaves him as he looks back up at the ceiling deciding he'll just do what he needs to in the morning. He quickly sheds his day clothes off and turns in for the night in only his boxers holding you close and kissing your temple, his hand on your tummy as he occasionally squeezes it, giving you a ticklish yet discomforting feeling.

You squirm at the touch and then to give him a warning look that he simply dismissed with a smirk and a roll of his eyes. He pulls you closer and chuckles in your ear lightly, you can feel his breath fan the side of your face as he sighs heavily.

It was hard to feel insecure about your body when regardless of what he does he managed to make you feel loved.

mha ➥ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, EJIROU KIRISHIMA, mirio togata, denki kaminari silently.

hq ➥ HINATA SHOYOU, BOKUTO KOTAROU, atsumu miya, kuroo tetsuro, asahi azumane but quietly aswell.

[wonubby]

King of Greed - k. bakugo

based off of the books from ana huang

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends more time at the office than with you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who doesn't notice when you leave work events early, too distracted by his responsibilities.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who comes home late and instead of resting, dives straight into work in his office.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses so many dates that it becomes the norm.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who promises to not miss your 10th marriage anniversary tip

Workaholic!husband bakugo who misses your 10th anniversary trip by 2 hours

Workaholic!husband bakugo who when he comes home, finds your luggage in the living room and instantly realises why he's been feeling nothing but dread the entire afternoon

Workaholic!husband bakugo who sees your wedding ring on the mantle beneath your wedding photo, recognizing the distance that has grown between you.

Workaholic!husband bakugo who spends the night searching for you, running through the rain and calling you desperately, hoping you'll answer.

Tired!wife reader who wakes up to a thousand voicemails from Katsuki, each one pleading for you to come home.

Tired!wife reader who, worn out, finally tells him where she is.

Tired!wife reader who, seeing his sickly appearance, lets her guard down just a little, before standing firm in her decision.

Tired!wife reader who listens to him plead and beg, promising to reschedule the trip so you can still go together.

Tired!wife reader who, despite his promises, says no.

Tired!wife reader who asks for a divorce.

Desperate!husband katsuki who is devastated that he never saw the signs before.

Desperate!husband katsuki who blames himself for ruining the best thing in his life.

Desperate!husband katsuki who refuses to accept the divorce desperate to work things out, forgetting that you asked for marriage counseling years ago, but he never showed.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, even though you're no longer wearing your ring, threatens any man who approaches you because you’re still his wife.

Desperate!husband katsuki who dances with you in a bar, asking for just one kiss—only for it to turn into something more, until his phone rings, reminding you that work will always come first.

Desperate!husband katsuki who only sees you again at a large dinner gathering, which turns into chaos when the host collapses at the table.

Desperate!husband katsuki who, after finding you again, feels nothing but relief and ushers you into a cab, taking you back to your shared penthouse.

Desperate!husband katsuki who makes love to you that night, determined to show you how much you mean to him.

Desperate!husband katsuki who wakes up to find you sneaking out of bed, asking where you're going, leading to an argument that ends with you begging him to sign the divorce papers.

Desperate!husband katsuki who reluctantly signs the papers

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who plans to win you back, no matter what it takes.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, upon hearing you've gone to your home country, books a one-way ticket and rents a villa next door.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who is invited to dinner by your sibling out of sheer panic.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who gives you a shock when you find him in your house, casually setting down cocktail glasses next to the plates.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who spends his time in the country, attending the same events as you, hoping for a chance to reconnect.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who offers to fly you back home when a pipe bursts in your office, ruining months of hard work.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who holds you as you cry, his heart breaking for you.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who helps you clean up for weeks, during which the two of you talk and agree that it's time to move on.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who watches you bring a date to the next social event, barely concealing his jealousy as he sips his drink.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who overhears your date’s plans to record you both at his apartment and confronts him, breaking his nose in the process.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, after the confrontation, is pulled into a passionate kiss, leading into him fucking your brains out, twice.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who invites you on a private date to a rented museum, only for you to tell him that your relationship is now strictly physical, and upon hearing this, eats you out against the wall as he fists his cock to the taste of you, spilling his seed all over the wall.

Persistent!ex-husband katsuki who, drunk and crying, shows up at your apartment, begging for you to take him back, and you finally do.

Boyfriend!katsuki who spends months making it up to you, taking you on dates, leaving work early, and sometimes skipping it entirely just to be with you.

Boyfriend!katsuki who, after months of growth and effort, asks you to be his wife once more.

Husband!katsuki who makes your second wedding even more memorable than the first, refusing to let you go and ensuring you're always by his side.

Husband!katsuki who is overjoyed when you surprise him with the news that you're one month pregnant with his child.

[starliightfiend]

⋆｡°✩ "our first kiss!" where reminiscing about your first kiss causes trouble

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Katsuki Bakugou, Denki Kaminari, Ejirou Kirishima, Izuku Midoriya, Hanta Sero

☆ K. Bakugou

☆ D. Kaminari

☆ E. Kirishima

☆ I. MIdoryia

☆ H. Sero

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hope you enjoyed ✰ .ᐟ

[grenadehearts]

they break your heart

You were here, stuck at this shitty fucking party, supposed to dance the pain away—or so Ochako had said. And yet, there he was, standing six feet away from you, bathed in the flickering glow of those cheap strobe lights Denki had scored last minute from some run-down party store. Blue and purple hues wrapped around him, casting him as something ethereal. Almost angelic.

But he’s anything but that.

You know it from the festering, rotting feeling that creeps in every time someone so much as mentions his name. That man is no saint. He had ripped your heart out with bare hands and sharp teeth, peeled the skin from your bones, and left your flesh to rot.

You still remember how he ended it—how he left you with nothing but a cardboard box stuffed with the remnants of your last three years together. Left it by your door like garbage, not even man enough to look you in the eyes when he tossed you away.

That cruel smirk, the one that used to send you to your knees, now only sends you clutching at your chest, struggling to breathe. And now, here he is. Lost in the crowd but staring at you.

You had sworn to him that you two could make it, that you'd be the exception. But he never listened—when did he ever? Instead, he grew quieter. Stopped holding your gaze. Dropped your hand in crowds. For fuck’s sake, he stopped kissing you. Your lips still feel bare.

And a few weeks later, it was over.

You remember his face—so vacant, so cold, like a stranger trying to morph himself into the man you once loved. You had wished, prayed, that it was some sick prank. That it was all just a nightmare, and you'd wake up in his arms, the morning sun warming his skin, his body safe and solid beside you.

But instead, you woke up alone. Cold. With a raging headache and eyes too swollen to open properly.

That same morning, you were paired with him for a training session. He had loomed over you the way he always used to—except this time, he wasn’t yours. Just an opponent. A stranger planning to land a hit. You dodged, gasping for breath, and then—

You broke.

Sobbing, choking on your own breath, tears streaming down your face as you clung to his chest—hitting him, holding him, like you wanted to tear him apart but still needed him to put you back together. And in front of everyone, he just… held you.

He never spoke to you again after that.

And now, here he is, at this shitty graduation party, celebrating the same thing he threw you away for. And here you are, swirling the sour liquid in your cup, knocking it back too fast, desperate for something—anything—to dull the ache clawing at your ribs.

And here he is, still staring.

His eyes narrow slightly, like he sees right through you. Like he knows you still can’t stand the taste of alcohol. But he won’t be there to hold your hair back when you’re puking your guts out.

Not anymore.

can be any of your favs from mha <3

m.list

[bakuchrome]

Master List

Katsuki Bakugo doesn’t do love stories.

Love is for idiots. Soft, weak, pointless. Something for extras who don’t have anything better to fight for. That’s what he used to think.

Until you.

Until he realized he’d been lying to himself this whole time.

It crept up on him like an ember catching fire, slow at first—manageable—until it wasn’t. Until it burned him alive every time he saw you with him.

Midoriya.

The guy who always got everything first. The power, the admiration, the dream. And now, you.

You, who had always been by his side before Deku waltzed in and stole your heart with his soft smiles and endless determination. You, who never looked at Bakugo the way you looked at him.

And now, standing here, watching you lean into Midoriya’s side, laughing at something stupid he just said—Bakugo knows he’s out of time.

It all goes to hell at Kirishima’s party.

The dorms are packed, music vibrating through the walls. It’s suffocating—too loud, too many people, and Bakugo should’ve just stayed in his room. But Kirishima and Kaminari had practically dragged him out, shoving a drink into his hand before he could argue.

And then he saw you.

Wearing that stupid smile that makes his chest hurt, your hand casually tangled with Midoriya’s. Like it’s nothing. Like it’s easy.

His grip tightens around his cup.

"Dude," Kirishima nudges him, following his gaze. "Seriously?"

"Shut the hell up," Bakugo mutters.

Kirishima sighs. "You have to let this go, man."

Bakugo crushes the cup in his fist. "Not happening."

The party drags on. Someone spills a drink on the couch. Uraraka and Kaminari scream into a karaoke mic. The room feels hot, but it’s not from the crowd— it’s from you.

How you laugh at something Midoriya says.

How he tucks your hair behind your ear.

How you look at him like he’s your whole damn world.

It’s unbearable.

Then Midoriya gets dragged away by Iida for something “important,” leaving you alone for the first time all night.

Bakugo moves before he can stop himself.

"You don’t get it, do you?"

You blink, startled. "Katsuki?"

He steps closer, blocking out the noise of the party, the people, the music. It’s just you and him now.

"What—what are you talking about?"

He lets out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You and Deku," he spits, the name tasting like acid. "You really think this is forever?"

Your brows knit together. "Yes, actually. What’s your problem?"

"You’re my problem," he mutters.

The words hit like a slap. You stare at him, confused, maybe even a little angry.

He should stop. Walk away. But he doesn’t.

"He doesn’t deserve you," Bakugo mutters, voice rough.

You step back, shaking your head. "Katsuki—"

"No," he cuts you off, hands fisting at his sides. "Listen to me." His chest heaves. "He doesn’t get it. He never will. He’s too busy chasing some dumb dream to ever really see you."

You flinch, like he’s struck you. "That’s not true."

"Isn’t it?" His voice dips, raw and exposed. "When was the last time he put you first? When was the last time he saw you as anything other than part of his perfect fucking future?"

You don’t answer right away. You just look at him, something unreadable flickering in your gaze. "Why are you saying this?"

He exhales sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. "Because I—" He stops himself, the words catching in his throat. Because I love you. Because it should’ve been me.

Instead, he shakes his head. "Forget it."

You grab his wrist before he can leave. "Katsuki."

Your fingers are warm against his skin. His pulse roars.

For half a second, you just look at each other. The air is heavy, thick with something neither of you can name.

And then—

"y/n?"

Midoriya’s voice slices through the moment like a blade.

You drop Bakugo’s wrist like it burns.

Midoriya looks confused. Concerned. Like he always does. "Everything okay?"

You hesitate. For a single, breathless moment, Bakugo almost thinks— almost hopes— you’ll say no. That you’ll take his hand instead, walk away from all of it, from him.

But then you smile, small and tired. "Yeah. Everything’s fine."

And just like that—

Bakugo loses.

[seros-girl]

4. reassuring

katsuki bakugo x f!reader

pt. 1, 2, 3

Warnings: smut, theres a p link attached (have to be logged into X to watch!!) angst, tension

you sat in bakugo’s room as he got a few more reps in. he lifted the weight as you stared at him, admiring him.

his arm (the scarred one) starts to shake and thats when you know he’s at his limit. he puts it down and huffs out loudly.

“done kats?” you asked him as you admired his body. 4 months in and you still cant get your mind to comprehend that THE katsuki bakugo is your boyfriend.

graduation is around the corner, about a month out. he nods his head and puts the weight away in the corner of his dorm.

he looks at you and tackles you as you let out a series of giggles. “oof kats youre heavy” you huff out as you push at his strong chest.

he leans up slightly and captures your mouth with his. you cup his face immediately and kiss back. his hands roam your sides as you pull him in closer.

he hums against your lips as you scratch his bare, muscly back. his hands move under your (his) shirt and you hum in delight, bucking your hips upward.

he breaks the kiss as he looks down at you, lips swollen. both your faces are flushed as you pull him back in for more.

he lets out a groan as you tug on his hair and you let a small whine slip from your lips at the sound of it.

to put it bluntly, in the 4 (maybe six if we count those 2 months of situationship) months you and bakugo have been dating, you havent had sex.

its not like the two of you were craving it . what you had going on was great and wholesome, the occasional make out in his room at late hours of the night, but otherwise innocent and pure.

you wanted him to be completely ready, considering he is still a virgin. he breaks the kiss and breathes heavily.

you can tell he’s worked up, its pressed up against your thigh.

“im ready” he breathes out as he locks eyes with you. “yea?” you ask softly as you grab ahold of his face, him melting at your touch.

“yea” he nods firmly. “okay” you smiled bringing him in for a kiss. “okay” he mumbles against your lips as he hooks his arms under your knees and lifting you up effortlessly.

your lips never leave each other as he walks near the top of his bed and sets you down gently. he tugs on the shirt and he pulls it over your head, leaving you in lace lingerie.

its orange as bakugo leans back to admire it. “you are ethereal” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss your neck, sucking here and there making you let out small whimpers.

“and you sound so pretty too fuck” he says against your neck. his hands tugs at your lingerie, relishing it. “you wear this for me?” he mumbles as he presses small kisses to the exposed skin of your boobs.

“its so pretty, but i have to remove this” he says as he moves his hand around your body to unclasp your bra.

your boobs fall freely from the hold your bra had them in and his pupils dilate. he touches one and you gasp.

he kisses you again as you move your hands to help him rid of his gym shorts. his underwear being orange was so funny you burst out laughing.

“hey were matching!” you exclaimed happily and continued laughing. “youre adorable shut up” he says kneeding one of your boobs in his hand.

he gets rid of your orange thong and lets his hands wander around. you gasp at bakugo splitting your lips apart snd gathering your wetness.

“geez youre so wet baby” he murmers against your lips as his fingers wander towards your entrance. he pushes one in and starts to finger you to prep you.

he did his research (not in that way) about what to do. his thumb presses up against your clit as he moves in slow circles around your bundle of nerves.

“oh kats!” you moan out as you wrap your arms around his back, scratching. “fuck” you whine out as he sets a pace with his fingers.

as soon as you were about to cum he pulls his fingers out and you whine. “no” you said as you pull katsuki in for a kiss.

he removes his underwear and pulls away to open his bedside drawer. he pulls out a box of unopened condoms.

he struggles to rip open the plastic off of it, as he is visibly nervous. he finally gets it off and practically rips the box open.

you giggle as you lay there, legs spread open, waiting for him. you look down at his dick and just woah. you look up at him as he rips the foil open with his teeth.

“youre beautiful” you said softly placing a hand on his abs. he rolls the condom on as he looks at you. “im nervous” he admits to you as you grab a hold of his forearms.

“its okay baby” you whisper to him brushing his hair away from his face. he nods his head as he grabs your hand, gripping it tightly.

you adjust your hips so your legs are spread wider. with his free hand he grabs his dick and aligns it with your entrance.

he slowly pushes in as you both wince, the stretch burning. he is definitely bigger than iida. he moves slowly, inch by inch, your pussy allowing him in.

once he’s completely in, he hangs his head low, regaining his balance. he lets out a groan as you squeeze around him.

“you feel so nice” he says as he slowly starts moving. you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses your neck.

he slowly moves in and out as you both let out a series of moans and groans. he sets a fatser pace as he grows confident.

“youre so big kats” you moan and he looks at you, stilling his movements. “gosh i love you” he says moving again and you gasp as he kisses you.

one at this new angle he had you in. your back arch as he held onto you tightly as he rutted into you.

two at the fact he said he loves you.

“i love you too kats” you were able to babble out as he smirks against your nipple. he sucks softly, swirling his tongue around. his mouth never leaving your nipple.

“kats im gonna-“ “let it out, im right behind you” he murmurs against your nipple going back to sucking. you let out a moan as the coil finally snaps and your legs shake.

bakugo cums into the condom as he gently thrusts a couple of times, letting the both of you ride out your high.

he stays inside you for a moment as you both catch your breaths. he looks up to look at you. “i mean it” he says breathless.

you look up at him and softly smile. “i know” you start pressing a small kiss to his lips as he pulls out, disposing of the condom. “i mean it too” you pull him into a hug as he collapses on top of you.

💥💥💥💥

“you nasty” kaminari whispers to you the next day and you look at him. “good morning to you to denks” you said rolling your eyes playfully.

“how…” denki trails off mimicking with his hands what he’s trying to indicate. “look who’s nasty now” you started scooping up a bite of your cereal.

“and gay, ky come get your man!” you called out as you smiled at denki and walked away to put your bowl in the sink, washing it.

“what’d he do now?” jiro asked as she walked in and grabbed denki’s arm like a child. “eavesdropped on me and bakugo” you said and averted your eyes.

“asked what his size was” you mumur that last part and she gasps. “oh my- MINA!” she calls out walking out of the kitchen to find her.

denki pushes you out as the girls somehow, within the span of 2 seconds, all found out. they grab you, dragging out of the dormitory complex and on the walk to UA.

“bakuwhore is no longer a virgin!” mina exclaims as she shakes your shoulders. “way to go!” she says squealing.

“wait why are you so excited mina?” you asked laughing. “lets just say my man owes me money now” she winked and you all laughed.

“this is great! we all have men, were graduating soon, life cannot be any better!” hagakure squeals in excitement.

you all stopped and looked at each other. “WHEN DID YOU GET A MAN?” you all let out at the same time.

she makes herself visible, her green hair bouncing slightly. “uhhhh” she says blushing as she looks at the boys who are not far off from you guys.

“one hint: elbows” she says and runs away. you all look at each other as you all think of who. “its sero guys” momo says and you all let out an “oh!” together.

“get back here toru!” ochako yelled out as you all ran after her. “what are they running for?” sero asks the guys and they all shrug their shoulders. “girls being girls i guess” shoto shrugs.

you all make it into class 3A, panting. “dude were heroes in training why are we so out of breath” mina says placing her hands on her knees, regaining her breath.

you stumble into the seat in front of sero, “i dont know man we gotta run more often” you huff out as you lean your head against the desk.

tsu sits in her seat, unbothered. “tsu you arent tired?” ochako questions her and she shakes her head no.

“i have the characteristics of a frog remember, ribbit” tsu says and you all look at her with envy. the boys walk in and denki immediately laughs as soon as he sees you all huffing and puffing.

“denks” jiro starts and he looks at her. “yes m’lady” he says dramatically as he leans in closer to her. “laugh again and this is going in your ear” she says raising her one earphone jack up, threatening.

he backs up muttering a “yes honey” and hides behind kirishima. “man up dude” he says shaking his head. he kisses mina’s head and sits on her desk as she stands in between his legs.

the class starts to fill up as you all wait for mr. aizawa to come in and start homeroom. you sit on bakugo’s desk and smirk up at him.

“you got a little something right there” you tease pointing to his neck. you left two little hickeys just to make sure that everyone knows he’s taken.

“i believe you do too” he mutters and looks at your neck. you have one near your pulse, but most of them littered your chest, which are covered.

“you freak” you whispered to him and he cocks his head to the side. “oh so im the freak” he taunts and thats when mr. aizawa comes in.

you all immediately fly into your seats. “good morning mr. aizawa” you all said in sync as you slouch in your seat slightly.

your legs still kind of hurt from last night. “today were doing basic training” he calls out and lets the cases come out from the wall.

“with class B” he smirks as you all let out happy cheers. “instead of like the joint training where its about 4-5 people in one group, we’ll be doing two v two” he explains.

“now get changed and meet in ground beta where you do the hero basic training with all might yearly” he says and you all get up and grab your cases.

you all quickly change and meet outside ground beta to find class B, vlad king, and all might. “we’ll be pairing you up randomly, draw slots!” vlad king said holding out the cases.

half of class A and B lined up drawing different balls. you dug your hand in and picked a random ball. you look down and see its iida’s picture.

“can i switch?” you asked vlad king. he shakes his head no and you sighed walking off. “who’d you get?!” sero shook your shoulders as you showed him the ball.

“oooooo” he and kirishima let out and you rolled your eyes. you threw the ball at iida and he catches it. the teams are as is:

round 1:

ochako & tsu vs kodai & honenuki

round 2:

sato & tokoyami vs kuroiro & komori

round 3:

izuku & shinso vs kendo & ibara

round 4:

sero & ojiro vs tsunotori & tsuburaba

round 5:

kirishima & mina (ironically) vs tetsutetsu & monoma

round 6:

bakugo & momo vs tokage & awase

round 7:

you & iida vs kaibara & shishida

round 8:

shoji & shoto vs yanagi & bondo

round 9:

jiro & hagakure vs rin & fukidashi

round 10:

mineta & kaminari vs kamikiri & shoda

“you happy with who you got?” you asked bakugo as you bumped your hip with yours. “least its not iida or the creep” he says looking down at you.

“dont turn this into a fight between you two okay?” he asks you and you nod as he softly places a kiss on your lips.

“were fighting ponytails boyfriend, should be interesting” he smirks as you laugh. “im up against kaibara & shishida, mine should be interesting too” you sighed out softly.

“round 5 will now begin shortly” present mic announces and you look up at bakugo. “hey its a rematch with both of them remember!” you said excitedly.

he leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. “goodluck” you said looking up at him with adoration. he walks in with momo as you watch through the cameras, everything going on.

you spot iida staring at you and you move away towards ochako. “you did so good!” you squealed hugging her tight.

“that concludes round 5! team bakugo wins!” present mic announced 6 minutes later as bakugo and momo walk out, high-fiving each other.

“that fast!” you said hugging him as he smirks. “‘m the best” he whispers to you. “damn right you are” you smiled so big at him.

“round 6 will begin shortly” present mic says as you sigh. “wish me luck?” you asked him and he nods. he kisses your head and you walk off, trailing behind iida.

“whats the plan?” he asks you and you sigh out. “well shishida can turn into a beast whereas kaibara can turn any part of his body into basically a drill” you recall off the top of your head.

“he’s more for close combat” you stop walking and turn to iida. “i have a plan” you said smirking and walking even further. “care to share or ya gonna keep it to yourself” he scoffs looking away.

“just follow along” you spit out. “i broke up with mei” he says and you roll your eyes. “i heard” you said trying really hard to ignore him.

“she doesnt seem too heart broken” you said as you recall you met with her earlier in the week. “she seems like her cheery usual self” you shrugged. “dont think she’ll upgrade your stuff for you ever again though” you stifle a laugh.

“i seriously dont get why you called it quits with her. seriously she’s a great woman, youre gonna need from her soon and you’ll regret tainting that relationship you had with her” you continue and he can only listen.

“i called it off with her because i didnt think it was fair to her” he said crossing his arms against his chest.

“how so?” you said wanting him to elaborate. “if i still have those feelings for you, i want them to dissipate before being with someone else” he says truthfully.

you turn to look at him, “and have they?” you asked. he sighs out, “not yet” his blue eyes looking down into yours. “well work on that” you said continuing to walk.

“why do you have to say it like that?” he asks you, giving slight attitude. “do i need to remind you?” you snapped back and he tenses.

“sorry for that by the way” he apologizes and you roll your eyes. “believe me dude im over it” you said as you sneaked around.

no sight of kaibara or shishida.

“your quirk isn’t compatible with mine, you picked the wrong ball” he complained and you slowly turn to look at him.

“oh im sorry, I COULDNT SEE WHICH ONE I WAS PICKING IIDA” you hissed at him and he backed away.

the cameras were catching all of this. mr. aizawa only sighed as he looked and heard everything. “not the place or time” he muttered.

“so how big was his?” he asks and you stop walking. “excuse me?” you ask tilting your head to the side.

bakugo looks at the screen horrified. class B listens in and mr. aizawa sighed even louder. “should we call the match off?” he turns to vlad king.

“shhh were listening” present mic waves it off. kaibara comes up behind you and stops all movement.

“wait shit- SHISHIDA COME HERE!” he calls out as he looks excited for some drama. shishida rounds the corner and listens in as well.

“cant be bigger can it?” iida taunts. you dont know where iida got the nerve, but you were mad.

“what gives you the damn right” you said starting to walk closer to him as he stands his ground. “to be asking about my sex life. why do you care so much? why cant you just leave me alone?!” you asked him practically yelling.

“YOU rejected ME” you remind him and he scoffs. “still bringing that up?” he asks, looking down at you. “YES because youre standing here looking stupid. its funny that you rejected me and i moved on and im happy for once and youre still here bitching to me” you said ready to physically attack him.

“do you love him?” he asks you and you only look up at him in disbelief. “do i love him? of course i fucking love him” you said scoffing. you lunged at iida as kaibara grabbed your waist and held you back.

“never talk to me ever again” you pointed your finger at him. “if the last time wasnt clear enough, i hope this is” you said as mr. aizawa called off the round.

you walk out of the building as everyone tries to stop you. you close yourself in as your tears slipped down your face. you walk off towards the locker rooms as you silently sob to yourself.

your tears are of embarrassment. embarrassed because your future colleagues and most importantly, your friends heard it all.

you sit on the bench as your body shakes. you struggle to breathe as you wipe your face. the door opens and in walks bakugo.

“hey” he says softly, taking offnhis gauntlets and moving to sit next to you. you lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“why are you crying, talk to me” he says softly as you struggle to breathe. “he embarrassed me” you managed to say and he sighs.

“mr. aizawa is making sure he receives punishment whether he’s class president or not” he strokes your hair as your breathing starts to even out.

“youre bigger” you mutter into his shoulder as he leans down to hear it again. “what was that?” he asks and you chuckle softly. “i said youre bigger” you laugh now as he joins in with you.

“i love you” he says rubbing circles onto your hip. “and i love you” you said moving up to connect your lips with his.

“im sorry he embarrassed you like that” he says and you shake your head. “‘s not your fault baby” you smiled softly at him.

“that better be the last time he talks to you, if not i’ll blow his ass up” he threatens and you pat his chest. “tone it down honey” you giggled.

“i swear im over him” you said after a moment of silence. “i know” he nods his head. “okay” you whisper softly to him. “alright bakugo get out or youre gonna see boobs other than your girls” jiro announces the girls presence.

he quickly stands as you giggle. he picks up his gauntlets and walks out, telling the girls he’s sorry. “that boy lovesssss you” mina squealed and all the girls form small talk.

💥💥💥💥

3 weeks later, youre in the lab with bakugo as mei fixes up his gauntlets. “oh y/n! guess what” she sing songs as she works.

“what!” you squeal in excitement. “im going on a date this weekend!” she says excitedly. “oh my all might- WITH WHO!” you get making your way over to her.

“someone from the hero course, not class A though the boys in there are drama” she huffs out and bakugo mutters a thanks.

“so from class B then” you urge her to continue and she smiles. “he came in for something the other day and ugh gosh he’s so cute!” she squeals.

you forget that as much as mei was a nerd and lives in the labs, she’s a girl at heart. “its uh-“ she giggles softly.

“sen kaibara” she smiles at you. “awwwwwww!! he’s such a sweetheart oh im so happy for you!” you exclaimed pulling her into a side hug while she works.

“i love tenya, but im not gonna wait around for him until he figures out what he wants” she scoffs and you nod in understanding.

“and i mean if this thing with sen doesnt work out, theres always the single life” she suggests and you nod.

“alright all done bakuhoe!” she says as bakugo makes his way towards her. “not my name” he mutters and she nods her head.

“i know just think its funny” she laughs as she kicks the both of you out of her lab, politely. “you have to tell me all about it!” you said to her on your out.

“yes and tell izuku to come meet me in the lab!” she calls out as bakugo thanks her. “izuku why?” he asks you. “not sure why” you shake your head.

“i love you” you said looking up at him. you held onto his bicep lovingly. “you make me crazy” he admits and kisses you.

for @kekeanna266 & @thisisgoodsoup i love you guys 🫶🫶

[twilovesshuake]

Bakugou: What's the most efficient way to burn these stupid calories? 

Midoriya: Exercise more! 

Shoto: Set yourself on fire. 

Y/n: There are two kinds of people.

[imagination-mess]

Plot 1: Reader is the head of the division and within the army such longer any of them. But they are slowly climbing up the ladder.

Reader is very difficult with her trainings and had to play commander and general because no one wanted to follow her after taking over the division years ago. But now she has group of people she can trust after being outsider who got thrown into position power (don’t want to spoil)

Let’s just say after years of training together and working together, it’s evitable someone falls in love. Especially Reader risked their lives to save them from falling to their deaths after being attacked by the enemies ambush.

Most likely timeskip because i can’t write slow burn as badly as i want to. I don’t have the attention span to do so. It’s been consuming my mind.

Plot 2: MC is dragon shifter who has been within their dragon form for so long no one has realized it was dragon shifter. It was safer to be in their dragon form than announce that they are shifter. There isn’t a lot of them left in the world after being almost wiped a century ago and never recover.

Mc was known for not letting anyone ride on her back because they will throw the soldier off their back with ease. Until….. (WHO EVER)

Not knowing she is one of the rarest species and one of strongest dragons to exist but can often be mistaken as a weak one.

It took years for the revelation that the dragon that they have been taking care for was shifter. The only reason they found out is because they were protecting him and attending to their wounds after crashing into enemy territory.

[easy-a-b10g]

PREVIEW

Hello it's been a second I hope you all had a great new year, I've been slowly working and adding onto the story so I figured I give a sneak peak i have no idea when I'm actually going to finish the chapter but I'm working as fast as I can with my schedule.

A couple notes idk If you'll be able to infer ( or maybe the writer doesn't know how to incorporate it or remember if it's already been said lol) but Novas mother was born and raised in America as well as her and her father. After her father died Nova's mom moved them both to Japan when she was 7 months old.

I also said I wanted to make this a Omegaverse fic but I'm trying to be subtle about it like it's supposed to be and everyday thing just like a quirk so I'm going to treat it as if it's already a known fact that the world runs on an A/B/O scale. If that makes sense

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CHAPTER ONE: Nova Kamiya: Origin

The first incident was in Qingqing City, an extraordinary child was born who radiated light.   After that, reports of people with superpowers popped up across the globe. No one new what was causing these powers but, before long the supernatural became totally normal.

Dreams a reality.

The world became a superhuman society, with about 80% of the population possessing some uncanny ability called a quirk. The streets looked like scenes from comic books. As cities swirled with chaos and confusion over these new quirks, a new profession dominated the collective consciousness. 

   It was an age of hero's.

With the rise of superpowers came an explosive increase in criminal activity. While governments were stuck trying to to figure out how to reform laws with quirks in mind, courageous people started performing heroic acts to keep the cities safe.

  Protecting the citizens of the world from the people who abused their powers for evil. With overwhelming public support, heros found an official place as peacekeepers, overseen by the government. Those who preformed the best were paid the most, and got all the fame and glory. Their careers depended on their ability to stay in the spotlight. 

Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

That you hear is the sound of an alarm clock, one that sits on Nova's side stand on the left side of her bed, which she purchased last week at her local retail store in the hopes of motivating herself to get up on time in the morning for school. Her phone alarm just wasn't cutting it anymore, if she got one more late mark on her attendance sheet Izuku was bound to have a hissy fit as well as his mother.

Nova's love for her bed and sleep always outwayed the "need" to go to school. As her eyes crack open to the jarring sound, she groans in frustration.

*God that's loud* she thinks.

Sitting up she tries to rubs the sleep out of her eyes as she blindly reaches for the alarm clocks stop button. It takes a couple comedic slaps to find it but she finally gets it off and throws herself back into her mattress with a loud huff. 

She stares at the posters and other miscellaneous tapestries hung around her room contemplating if she should get up and get dressed or if she should just go back to bed. Her bed was so warm and cozy, how could she not want to stay in bed. She could feel her eyes beginning to drop already, it's not like she was learning anything important today or had a big tests so she let her eyes shut. 

bzzt* *bzzt* *bzzt*

The sound of her phone buzzed softly from its hiding place under her pillow. Reaching for her phone she pulls it out and turns it on, momentarily being blinded by it's light before lowering it

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Zuzu : Hey are you up?

Zuzu : I'll be there in 5 minutes!!

Oh. Right. Izuku. Her best friend.

She completely forgot that Izuku asked to join her, on her morning trek to school and it's not like she's ever say no to his requests.

Nova <3 :  Am now I'll be ready soon ;)

Zuku :  :/

Yup about the reaction she was expecting.

Nova <3 : I'm up I'm up don't worry

:Read:

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Nova's daily routine wasn't very hard or partially interesting. She didn't use any special serums, or face creams, or any of those bullshit face masks. No she thought all of that was a waste of time and money, for a bunch of shit that makes her feel bad about herself. No she'd rather not buy into the bullshit they try and sell girls her age. The most makeup she ever wears is mascara because what girl doesn't wear mascara in middle school.

Nova likes to take her sweet time waking up because she takes 10 minute showers, short and efficient. Getting dressed was the easiest part of her routine. After wearing the same school uniform her entire life or different version of the same thing, shes learned a thing or two about getting dressed quick. So why wake up till she REALLY needs to when her routine is so simple and short. Regardless to the 6 tardie counts against her, Nova would say shes got a great system going for herself. 

Getting to school though was a whole different story. That trip she swears is worse than school itself, with all the hills before all the traffic, and then maybe a random villain attack if the universe decided to shit on them once again. It takes at least 30 minutes maybe longer depending on the day to get to school 10 minutes of walking and a crowded 20 minute train ride, so you can imagine her reluctance to go anywhere really. The trip does suck a little less when she has Izuku to make the trek with her. They always play little games like eye spy and 20 questions to make up for the long walk.

Izuku Midoriya has been Nova's best friend since diapers. They have done everything together since they were kids, they played together, they ate together, they took naps together. Inko has many photo albums dedicated too just the two of them falling asleep together in random places around the house. They even have gone to the same schools their whole lives, a perk of living in the same school district. 

Izuku and Nova have been glued to the hip from day one, so it's no surprise they stayed glued as they got older. Despite being two very different people they were friends through it all, Nova was there when Izuku was told he wasn't going to gain a quirk and thus would never be a hero, and she comforted him when he cried to her for hours on end afterwords.

On the other spectrum Izuku was there for the very first time Nova got her quirk granted she was a late bloomer getting her quirk at nearly 10 years old, and not to mention she nearly hurt Izuku with her quirk awaking, badly.Which she'll never forvige herself for, even though too this day Izuku says it was the coolest thing he's ever seen, despite the pain.

They stayed together even when they both presented as omegas in their first year of middle school, and everyone around them laughed and taunted and tried to make weird sexual jokes towards them because of it. No they stayed together as one and lifted the other up when one was down and out. Despite being so close, they were two very different people.

Izuku was a morning person, he likes to get his morning started early to motivate himself for the day he'll eat his breakfast and maybe take a small walk around the block before school just to get his blood pumping for a good start to the day.

Nova was NOT a morning person she liked to sleep in as much as she possibly could, she will sleep the whole day if you let her. She loves her bed and everything about it, it's very hard for her to convince herself to get out of bed to do something she doesn't like, i.e. school, or chores

Izukus favorite food was a pork cutlet bowl, he liked the slow process of cooking the meat till it was just right, he also liked the process of putting together his cutlet bowl, it makes him feel accomplished to make his own food he says in defense. 

Nova liked those too but she didn't like cooking much, getting rice cooked properly was too much work in her case already, so to cook a whole pork cutlet after was a total no in her book, just plain ole rice was good enough for her. Which is what she had most days even if Izuku has scolded her plenty of times for it, saying that it's "not a true meal" but food is food in her mind.

Izuku loved tea, any and all kinds, his favorites are white peach tea, sencha, and roasted Hojicha. Izuku likes to savor his teas especially during dinner. He believes having the right tea for the right meal enhancese the flavor for both items.

Nova thought tea was just nasty leaf water, in Izukus words she has "No appreciation for the finer things in life" but she stands buy it. Nova prefers American energy drinks, Monsters, Red bulls, and Rockstars just like her mom. Sometimes they are  hard to find due to them being American made, but if prompted she'll buy out a whole shelf of energy drinks when she finds them just to have some for later. 

Nova absolutely loved spicy food. Any kind of food she deemed too plain would get doused in her favorite hot sauce or spices to make it as hot as possible. Spicy Motsu Nikomi was her absolute favorite, even if she didn't like to cook when she would she would make this dish with the utmost care.

Izuku couldn't handle hot foods they made his eyes water and nose run like a mother fucker. He much preferred a tearless and snotless Motsu Nikomi so spice was a no go for him he'll stick to his pork cutlet bowl thank you very much. 

Nova absolutely loves cage fighting in any and all forms, her love for watching and participating in this event of hers shocked most people she knew. Despite her small appearance Nova enjoyed the fighting because it gave her an emotional and physical outlet, weather she's watching a cage fight or participating in one (which is rare because Izuku would kill her) she always finds herself completely and comfortablely worn out after, she falls asleep like a baby almost everytime afterwords.

Izuku despises cage fighting, even though he wants to be a hero he would never condem violence onto another innocent person just for fun. So to see Nova actively like and try to partipate in such a sport unervered him and he's expressed so many times but Novas reason of "needing to know how to protect myself" always trumps whatever argument he has cooked up. Though using self defense as an excuse to beat someone up for fun was not one of Novas finer moments. 

Her likes aren't all violent Nova likes to go volunteer at her local animal shelter whenever she can. Nova absolutely loves animals, cats are her favorite so soft and cuddly so she mainly works with them.Fostering some on occasion as well. Nova has a kitty of her own at home her name is Holly her fur is white  with black and orange spots and she is the sweetest girl on earth. Nova lives for Holly she can and does everything for her cat, to the point where she's made her kinda chunky from how many treats she been getting. 

It's not that Izuku doesn't like animals but his family only ever own one cat and it was mean to him and very old and it died when he was 4 so he doesn't have much connection to animals, but if he sees a stray dog or cat wondering around, and it will let him pet them, then he will because he's not heartless. 

One thing they did have in common was their love of hero's Nova was just as big of a fan of All Might as Izuku was she didn't show it as much as Izuku did, but she had her own couple of figurines to prove enough, she didn't need mounds of merch like Izuku did. Her favorite hero at the moment is a new and upcoming star Kamui Woods, his quirk was called Arbor.

His quirk allows him to enlargen and control his wooden body parts into strong tree branches. The branches are excellent for binding. Thought he's not much use in a fire he got many wins under his belt and a great attitude to match. She also thought he was quite cute like most girl in her class but she's never let them know over her dead body. 

She didn't need to give them another reason to make fun of her for. Shes dealt with simple ones like stupid, idiot, and nerd she can deal with these, they don't hurt her in anyway because they are not really hurtful.

She puts the insults into tiers that is teir 1,  teir 2 are names like, Chucky, fire crotch, and her favorite the lorax, teir 3 belongs to the worst of the worsts, starting off strong with bloody mary. The next one gingervitus you know like gingivitis but ginger.....how creative. The worst of the worst belongs to blood clot, and yes if you have guessed it was given by a man. So she really didn't need tree lover added to the list.

Her red hair and Omega status made her the blunt end of every joke from bullies and her so called "friends". That's why her and Izuku got a long so well,  he saw her for her and not just by the color of her hair. He also got bullied often, mainly by Kacchan and his "gang" she too has been on the wrong side of Kacchans bullyling. 

He was another reason Nova didn't like going to school. Katsuki Bakugou has been the bane of her existence for as long as she can remember, even before he had his "gangs" he was mean and scary even more so after he got ahold of his quirk. Since he also lived in the same district his whole life he has gone to every school Izuku and Nova have. Making it impossible to escape his bullying. 

Groaning Nova gets up for the day forgoing a shower since she didn't the have time. She was around and ready in under 2 minutes brushing her teeth as the doorbell rings, alerting her of Izukus arrival. Grabbing her school bag she collected her books off of her computer desk on the other end of her room and heads out the door into the hallway.

Walking into the living room her mother is passed out on the couch like always, wearing her work clothes and shoes still. Cans of beer and a bottle of wine litter the table as well as the energy drinks she seemed to have used for chasers,that she no doubt stole from Novas stash. This is the sight that usually greats Nova every morning, everyday her mother gets off of work she comes home and drinks herself to sleep a routine she has gotten used to. Sighing she grabs some cans dumping the full ones and throwing away the empty ones. She corks the wine and sets it in the cabinet before the doorbell is heard again. Nova throws the throw blanket that rest over the couches armchair over her mother and leaves for school. 

Unfortunately her mother has always been this way even when she was little, for what she can remember of her childhood her mother was always drunk or drinking. She wasn't mean, or angry or hurtful, she was just sad, she always smelled sad, she never really got over her husband's death and this is the state it's put her in. Nova's tried multiple times to no avail to get her to go to rehab but she just gets the whole "you hate your mother why can't you just accept me as I am speech" so she's stopped trying to help. 

Walking down the hall and putting on her shoes, she resists the urge to cry for her mother, but it will only worry Izuku. So instead she puts on a big smile and opens the door.

"Hey you!!!" She says brightly flashing her best smile. Izuku gives his in return "Hey yourself, let's get going before we're late." With that they start their trek to school. For 10 minutes they just walk in comfortable silence admiring the open landscape before it because endless traffic and skyhigh skyscrapers. 10 minutes of silents is eventually too much for Nova, she decides to break it.

"Did you see All Might on the news last night?" She inquired.

"Oh my Goodness yes, I cant believe he *mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter*. 

 And when they showed the part of him *mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter mutter* 

Izukus rambling was one of the one things she liked about Izuku, Nova liked the sound of his voice and loved when it was full of passion when he talked about the things he loves. It made Nova feel good that he trusted her to not yell at him when he droned on, given by the fact that most found it an annoying habit. It also soothed her nerves and calmed her mind down. She would give everything for him to continue talking forever.

"He just the greatest hero in the world isn't he Nova?" He questions

"Oh yeah, Izuku, he-" 

*CRASH*CRASH*CRASH*

RRRRRROOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRRRR

*VARIOUS METAL BREAKING SOUNDS. ETC* 

Nova didn't get to finish her sentence before she was interrupted by a terrible noise. "Oh God no not another villain attack." She said with distain. 

Izukus reaction was completely different "Come on Nova if we hurry we can catch the fight!" Before she can protest she's being pulled by her arm in the direction of the loud scary noises. *Christ sake does the man have no fear* she thinks but with no choice but to follow along she's pulled up too the block of the exact train station they need to get to school and just their luck there is a giant super villain standing on top of the train tracks destroying everything in his path which includes the station. 

"Woah thats one huge super villain!" Izuku immediately pulls out his notebook and gets to writing, meanwhile all Nova can think about is how their going to have to walk the rest of the way to school.......great. 

[lokissweater]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

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things they do that make your heart skip a beat

♱ bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, kaminari, shinsou

fluffy and suggestive 😔

disclaimer this could all js be niche stuff i find attractive…

bakugou

♱ wears black compression shirts and tank tops that cling to his biceps, shows uncharacteristic patience helping you with schoolwork, blushes when he catches you looking at him, grabs your hips when he walks past you, cooks shirtless with a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on, chronic manspreader, reverses the car with his hand on your seat and looking over his shoulder yk exactly what im talking about

kirishima

♱ makes you sit on his back when he does press ups - will then proceed to do one handed press ups while grinning at you in the gym mirror, poses after a work out for you, wipes stuff off your face and (if edible duh) licks it off his thumb, has the worlds deepest morning voice, hugs you from behind CONSTANTLY - if he could glue himself to your backside you better believe he would

midoriya

♱ IS RESPECTFUL TO HIS MOTHER 😫😫, will hurl himself out the car to come open your door for you, gives you the most insightful opinions of clothes, makeup, whatever, rubs his thumb over your hand when he holds your hand, holds the door open for you without a second thought, the sidewalk rule <3, saves every. single. photo. you send him

todoroki

♱ pays for everything before you can protest, sends you flowers with little notes attached randomly, brushes/styles your hair for you, will sit for hours in changing rooms w you and make you do 360s for every outfit, takes candids of you and refuses to delete any of them, constantly leans down so you can speak in his ear and you get a big whiff of his fancy cologne, speaks diff languages 🥹

kaminari

♱ leans his hands on the tops of doorways when he’s talking to you, pulls you in by your belt loops to talk to you, leans over in the middle of serious conversations to whisper a stupid joke in your ear that you have to struggle not to cackle at, wears rings and lets you play with them, calls you “m’lady” and “ma’am” when you’re annoyed at him, whenever he zips you up in a dress or buttons you up he’ll kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders, is really good with his little baby and toddler cousins 🩷🩷🩷

shinsou

♱ “yeah?” “mhmm?” WHEEWWW SIR, plays guitar for you and sends u vids of him playing songs u request, stretches and his shirts always lift up to show off his happy trail 🙂‍↕️, drags you down to sit in his lap for EVERY activity he does - paperwork, video games, whatever, has constant bedroom eyes???, tugs on your hair to get your attention, had to lean back and adjust himself everytime he sits down bc he wears the baggiest pants in existence

do i need to start a taglist?

[wonubby]

katsuki bakugo keeps his relationship a secret, not ‘cause he’s embarrassed or anything. nah, he actually thinks his girl is the best thing to ever exist, straight-up worships the ground she walks on. but sneaking around? now that’s the fun part. the stolen kisses in empty classrooms, the quick but intense eye contact when they’re with their friends, the casual little touches, a high five that lasts too long, a sneaky hand squeeze just ‘cause he can.

but when everyone finally finds out? yeah, he’s done pretending. bakugo makes it so obvious. he’s always got flowers for her, keeps her fave snacks on him at all times, kisses her slow and soft before every challenge, promising he’ll come back in one piece. ‘cause now that the world knows? He wants them to get one thing straight - she’s his, and he’s hers, and he’s never letting anyone forget it.

[kitkat13001]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠…

⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)

⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making

⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work

⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel 

⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale 

⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months

⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop

⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night 

⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving

dividers by @/cafekitsune

[tmrajax]

embarrassing pictures

sending the mha boys an embarrassing picture of themselves🙀

ׂ ౨ৎ. cont. fem!reader, crack

ׂ ౨ৎ. incl. katsuki, izuku, shoto, touya, keigo, tamaki, eijiro

[rumisgf]

❝ THINGS THEY DO THAT GIVE YOU BUTTERFLIES ! ❞ ╰┈➤ MHA EDITION

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ includes: shoto todoroki, kirishima eijirou, hitoshi shinsou, denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, izuku midoriya, sero hanta

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: suggestive? ig lmao, mentions of marijuana/drug usage

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

✮ helps you do your skincare and looks at your face so focused as he rubs aquaphor/vaseline on your skin

✮ holds you by the waist while walking across the street

✮ just something about the way he says “c’mere.” man

✮ will fight people to sit next to you when y’all go out to eat with friends

✮ when he’s stopping you from going somewhere or doing something stupid he forces you into a hug, burying your face into his chest as he restrains you

✮ wipes food off the corner of your mouth and eye crust off the corner of your eyes

✮ lifts you up off the ground and throws you over his shoulder with ease

✮ kisses your hands from your fingertips to your palms

✮ gives you rides to places y’all get invited to even if he’s not going because he wants you to be safe

✮ adjusts your bonnet/scarf for you while you lay down (and if you wear glasses– he takes them off for you when you fall asleep with them on accidentally)

✮ grabs you by your neck to kiss you.

✮ makes you put your face in the camera on facetime and constantly telling you “get off paused”

TODOROKI SHOTO

✮ insists on feeding you his food every time he gets something to eat and you’re in his vicinity— he’ll just bring food up to your mouth and say “open”

✮ and shares drinks without not caring one bit about swapping spit

✮ mindlessly kisses your cheek while he studies sitting next to you

✮ will sit in the bathroom with you while you pee

✮ leans his forehead against yours before/after kissing you

✮ brings you around his friends because he wants them to love you as much as he does

✮ constantly hugging you from behind

✮ is quick to defend you any time his father says something slick, and will tell endeavour about himself immediately

✮ will carry you up the stairs if you feel lazy

✮ has a habit of spoiling you that he has no intention of breaking

✮ says “bless you” with the sweetest voice every time you sneeze, and pats your back every time you cough

✮ brushes hair out of your face even if you don’t notice it there

✮ he has a hard time with feelings, so on special occasion— or if he just feels like it, he’ll write you lengthy love letters signed with his initial and a heart at the end

MIDORIYA IZUKU

✮ lays you in his lap when he studies so he can still hold you while he’s occupied

✮ if you even utter the words “i want”, he’s buying it.

✮ always offers to tie your shoes

✮ drags his y’s when he calls you baby or honey (“but babyyyy”)

✮ holds your hand in front of his friends with no shame

✮ wears anything you buy him no matter if it matches his wardrobe or not

✮ licks his lips a lot

✮ lets you mindless play with his hair and he does the same with you

✮ gives the best massages known to man

✮ bounces his leg often, especially when you’re sitting in lap

✮ also always hugs your waist when you sit in his lap

✮ has a highlight for you on his main instagram account that he’s constantly updating because he’s constantly posting you

✮ rushes to zip up your jacket for you before you can do it yourself

✮ pats your head to tease you

SERO HANTA

✮ always throw his arm over your shoulder when he sits next to you on the couch

✮ when you try to get sassy with him he straight up laughs in your face and noogies you

✮ lifts you up to sit on the counter while he fixes himself something to eat in the kitchen

✮ laughs when you show him guys talking to themselves in your dm requests

✮ smiles at you with half open eyes when you smoke together

✮ also the best trip sitter in the world

✮ quick to call you and ask what you want went he grabs something to eat for himself

✮ if you hug him standing up while he’s sitting down he hugs you tight around your waist and leans his head in your stomach

✮ willingly lets you drive his car and if you don’t know how to drive, has no problem teaching you

✮ lets you sit in his lap when he’s on the phone or on the game

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

✮ gives you princess treatment. always.

✮ literally has a seat cover on his passenger seat that says “princess” that he puts on whenever he’s about to have you in his car

✮ holds your hand and walks you down the stairs

✮ offers to wash your hair for you

✮ will send you money without a question if you even utter the words “i’m hungry” or “i want..”

✮ carries you everywhere even when it’s not necessary

✮ always refers to you as “my lady” or “my baby” to other people— he barely uses your name.

✮ brushes your hair and puts lotion on for you

✮ geniunely enjoys going perfume shopping with you and will try different ones out to help you choose

✮ fixes your posture if you’re hunching while sitting

✮ pokes your cheek when he thinks you look cute or if he just feels like it

✮ king of forehead kisses, he gave you ones even when y’all were just friends

KAMINARI DENKI

✮ looks at you with glossy eyes while you’re high together, making direct contact as he stares at your lips while you talk and licks his own as he plans his next action

✮ is constantly calling you “baby”

✮ throws his head back as he gulps down a can of soda, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down his neck as he gives you an amazing view of his jawline

✮ certified french kissing addict

✮ says “hmm?” in a soft tone to tease you- or when he genuinely does not hear you

✮ puts his hands over yours to show you how to do something

✮ squishes your cheeks when you pout and laughs in your face

✮ kisses your neck in a sweet way, not even to start something

✮ him playing guitar. that’s all i need to say.

✮ wipes the food of the corner of your mouth and licks it off his thumb, just so casually

✮ in general- casually touches you in a way or says things that leave you flustered out of words and acts like it’s nothing (sometimes it’s not even on purpose)

✮ does that hand/finger motion with his two fingers when he wants you to hand him something or come over to him (ik y’all know what i’m talking about)

✮ feeds you his food and asks you to feed him, leading to yall always feeding each other when yall go out to get food— even around y’all’s friends

HITOSHI SHINSOU

✮ pulls in his lap whenever he feels like it and rests his hand on your thigh, rubbing it with his thumb

✮ “use your words” –in the most casual way possible.

✮ will check you every time you have an attitude just to get you flustered

✮ makes you maintain eye contact with him when you’re flustered and will tease you endlessly

✮ whispers in your ear in public (mainly to talk shit)

✮ while give you his jacket in public without you asking and just let you keep it after you go home

✮ rolls blunts for you while fake complaining that you need to learn how to roll (he’d still roll for you even if you did)

✮ smacks his lip and rolls his eyes lot

✮ taps his finger on his desk or the arm of his chair when he’s thinking

✮ leans his head back on his chair often

✮ prefers you to face him when he has you on his lap

© rumisgf