#katsukibakugou x reader

[amariaaa]

Okay so I need help finding a story that was on wattpad omg. The story was about the adult my hero academia boys and their pregnant wives. I remember for sure bakugou, todoroki, and kirishima. In the story a distinct detail I remember is kirishima and his wife had twins and one died. PLEASE HELP ME FIND THE NAME.

Another thing that I remember is todoroki wife had a gem or diamond quirk and bakugou wife was quirkless.

[iisasxia]

“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.

You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.

You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.

“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.

You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.

You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.

“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.

“Night doll.”

(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)

[lissdiary]

“oh what’s this?” you lifted katsuki‘s bangs, your hand on his forehead. “lost a fuckin’ bet to shitty hair.. ya’ like it?” he nudged his head into your palm, showing off his fresh new eyebrow piercing. “it suits you baby, makes you look sexier” you giggled kissing his cheek, his new look definitely suited him well. katsuki and his new eyebrow piercing was a match made in heaven, you can’t help but admire him even more than you did before.

“what are ya’ staring at, hm?” you were staring at him for too long you began to zone out, he kissed your temple breaking you out of your daydream. your face flushed, you like staring at him but not for so long you start to daydream. “sorry katsu.. you’re too handsome not to look at” you tilt your head to the side while looking up at him, the one thing katsuki loves.

he loves when you look up at him with doe eyes, it was his weakness. “oh yea?” his hand trailing from your cheek down to your neck, ready to bite. you nod in response, tilting your head to allow him more access. he lowers his head to meet you , giving you the sweetest kiss on your lips before giving you small pecks trailing down from your lips to your neck.

“glad ya’ like it so much, baby.”

[gamblersdoll]

katsuki used to teeth alot when he was a baby, considering why he had to get braces when entering highschool and on top of that, why his canines were so sharp.

it somewhat enters into adulthood, seeing how whenever he got bored, he takes your knuckles and gnaws on them, the spit coating your skin.

“are you done, katsuki?” you giggle, him glaring at you and taking it out of his mouth.

“do you see me being done?”

[brningcigs]

worked on this late last night and forgot to post 😓 requests are open and welcome!

bestfriend!bakugo who gives you special treatment, never even raising his voice at you once with a few exceptions.

bestfriend!bakugo who studies with you every other night weather it be in your dorm room or his.

- “did you not get any sleep again last night, dumbass? you’re drooling all over your paper.”

bestfriend!bakugo who gets irritated when you hang out with someone more than him, and he doesn’t do much to hide the fact.

bestfriend!bakugo who makes you food every single time you ask without fail, even though he acts annoyed by it.

bestfriend!bakugo who once accidentally hurt you a little too badly while sparring and when you teased him for seeming genuinely worried about you and trying to rush you to recovery girl, he left you to walk to recovery girl on your own (he definitely texted you later to make sure you were okay.)

bestfriend!bakugo who sits quietly as you rant on and on about your interests, and despite his silence, he’s always listening and thoroughly enjoys your rants no matter how badly he won’t admit it.

bestfriend!bakugo who will admire you when you’re not looking, taking in every detail in your face like you’re a perfect piece of art.

- “i’m staring cause your hair is fucked up.”

bestfriend!bakugo who will leave little gifts at your dorm door on occasion just for the hell of it and completely disregard it when you thank him.

[catsoupki]

i think. I THINK. because bakugou is so bad at verbalising all that he feels for you, he goes above and beyond plus-ultra and everything in his actions. he knows he loves you, he thinks about it every time he sees you but he just can’t say it. so what does he do? he covers the table corners when you’re picking something up from the floor. he does your dishes for you even when you didn’t ask. he greets you at the door when you come home and he takes the time to set your bag down onto the cabinet and he bends down to take your shoes off. he prepares your lunch boxes to take to work everyday without fail. when it’s a sunday and you two are sleeping in, he’ll use his head to block the sun from shining onto your eyes so you won’t wake up. so he can cuddle you longer. his actions are always over the top because it’s the result from having all of these iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou bouncing inside his head with no way of escaping and this is the only way they can get out to the world and into you.

[kkatsukiss]

boyfriend katsuki LOVES eating you out.

katsuki will look for any chance to bury his face in your pretty cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit with each small movement. his two large hands pushing your thighs up and towards your chest while he laps up your sweet and saccharine juices. the way you whimper and whine at his ministrations, he is quite literally drunk on your pussy.

“‘s too much, katsu,” you hiccup, using whatever bit of strength you have to lift your head up while your left hand is in his hair.

katsuki grunts in response, sending vibrations throughout your body. if you thought that your pleas would make him be any more gentle, you should have known better.

“c’mon princess,” he groans into your pussy as he pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsating hole.“gimme one more, please, cum on my face just one more time.”

**

IJRJWJAUDJEJE I MUST HAVE HIM.

[kakashisbabymama218]

katsuki likes to send you videos of him jerking off.

he’s locked himself in the bathroom at the frat party denki and eijirou convinced him to come to, even though he’d rather have you sitting that pretty pussy on his face. the only reason he came was because you were stuck at work for the next few hours.

he had snuck away and was going to facetime you but then he got a better idea. he turns his phone on and opens the camera, fingers pressing the record button as he goes to push his pants down.

katsuki makes a show of it too, taking his time undoing the drawstring of his sweats, pushing them down just enough to have his fat cock springing free and slapping against his stomach.

he’s hard as a rock, pre smeared along his tip. he rocks his hips back and forth, letting his heavy length swing before he’s taking it in his hand. he strokes himself once, then twice, groaning quietly in the background.

his hand wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, his thumb rubbing at the bulbous tip that’s practically leaking precum. he has his shirt pulled up, his toned stomach showing slightly in the camera. katsuki takes the hand that was just on his dick to scratch at his abs, doing what you’d do if you were there with him. bakugou loves the feeling of your nails dragging back and forth against his skin, the marks you leave on his back as he pounds into you are his favorite.

katsuki wishes it was your hand wrapped around his dick, soft and small unlike his calloused hands.  or maybe even your mouth, all warm and tight and wet. you’re so pretty when you got a mouth full of dick. Soft, pink lips stretched as far as they’ll go as you struggle to fit even his thick tip past your lips.

and he’s so vocal in the background.

“fuckkk pretty girl—” his voice deeper than usual and laced with arousal.

“wish it was you bouncing on this dick” he strokes himself faster, handing moving up and down as the camera follows his every move.

“wanna feel you cummin on this dick baby”

 “don’t worry pretty girl, imma come stretch that pussy out when you get off”

“fuck princess, gonna fill you up. get you nice a full of my cum” he’s close, all it takes is a couple more strokes before he’s cumming, thick spurts of cum shooting out of him.

“shit” he curses, breathing hard enough for you to hear over the faint background music from the party still going on inside the house.

a couple of ropes of cum land on the screen of his phone and he images it was your face instead, painting your face with his seed. he hits send on the video before cleaning up the mess he made.

katsuki finds denki a few minutes later, high as fuck as he makes out with some girl. he sends both of the boy a quick text letting them know he’s heading back to his place and chill till you got off.

Part 2

[katszumi]

“have you seen the abs on that man?” hagakure sat across of you. “sexy on a stick, i swear!” she giggles. she was going on and on about the guy that starred in the superman movie you girls put on last night. henry cavill was his name.

mina agrees with her statement with a nod. “he’s the hottest white man i’ve ever seen before.”

“sure, he was hot, but are we forgetting the misogynist comments he’s made? sexy is one thing, but being controversial is a whole ‘nother thing.” uraraka inserted her input.

“oh, please. i’d cook and clean for him anyday he asks.” mina retorted. both uraraka and yaoyorozu shake their head in shame.

“speaking of controversial.” uraraka murmurs under her breath, you peer over your shoulder, wondering the intent of her statement.

you notice bakugou making his way over to your desk, his eyes planted on you and you only. you shift uncomfortably. why the hell would he be coming to you? did you do something?

once he makes his way to your desk, you look up at him with a half smile.

“hey, bakugou. what’s up?”

his eyes analyze the other girls before looking back down on you.

“my pencil?”

you flutter your lashes at him. “pencil..?” you repeated in a trance of confusion.

he groans. “the fuckin’ pencil i gave you last week. i need it back.”

now it all clicks. you nod, laughing nervously because of your stupidity. you reach in your backpack and grab the black mechanical pencil that you forgot to lend back to bakugou.

your arm extends to the male in front of you, waiting for him to snatch it back.

“sorry.”

he gently grasped onto the pencil, his hand brushing against your fingers for a small moment.

“it’s whatever. just rather not be the one to find you after i lent you something.” he shoved the pencil in his pants pockets, leaving his hands in there. “that’s one of the last pencils i have.”

you shoot your eyebrows up in defense, quickly lowering them after. your eyes falling down to your desk for comfort.

“well, hope you take care of that one.” it was a half-joke. a lame one, might you add. you were just unsure on what to say. especially since it seemed like bakugou was lingering around your desk. as if he didn’t want to return to his seat just yet.

“so, what’d you score on your test?”

“ah…it wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t horrible.”

“well?” was he really desperate to know that bad? you knew bakugou was smart, so he probably only wanted to know so it could boost his ego.

you rubbed your arm out of shame. “a seventy-nine.” you stared at his face to recognize any humility or laughter, but there was none.

he shrugged. “should’ve asked for my help if you needed it.”

right. you almost forgot that bakugou offered to help you study and go over notes with him for the next test. it was such an out-of-bakugou thing to do that you nearly didn’t take him serious.

you nodded slowly, processing his information.

“i was planning on making it up, so maybe for that.”

“fine.” his short one-worded response was dull. but what else did you really expect? “next time, don’t steal my pencil.” was his last comment before leaving your presence.

you sat in your thoughts, reeling the conversation back in your mind. what the hell just happened? it was the most simple yet confusing conversation you’ve ever had. was bakugou joking with you or was he seriously irritated with the pencil situation?

regardless, you made a mental note that bakugou was very protective over his mechanical pencils.

once bakugou returned to his seat, he unzipped his backpack, secretly opening his pencil box. within the box were a collection of pencils. there were so many pencils that he could give one to all of class 1a and 1b and still have few left.

aside sat denki who was clearly peeking inside of bakugou’s bag.

“damn, bakubro. you saving up pencils for a potential pencil outage or something?” it’s denki. of course, he never used his inside voice.

“i will literally blow you out this fuckin’ window and across the lot.” bakugou turns his head immediately, a faint pink blush spreading across the apples of his cheek.

bakugou just didn’t want you to know that the pencil was obviously an excuse to talk to you.

pt 2 of the study sesh

[jackkilmerlvr]

his eyes slowly fluttered open as a soft groan left his lips, the uncomfortable erection had finally woken him from the lewd dream he had been having. his thin boxers stretched from his size as he palmed himself teasingly, though his hands themselves weren't good enough for his needy cock.

he eagerly stood and went in search of you, bed ridden hair bouncing all over his head as his thumb rubbed over his aching tip. he spotted you cooking with your back to him, short shorts revealing your soft thighs and bottom of your round ass.

coming up from behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and grinded his thick hard cock against you so you could feel his eager dick. you giggled, softly turning to see his shy expression as he rubbed against you, bright pink cheeks and closed eyes.

you grinned from ear to ear as you pulled his boxers down just a bit, his firm dick bouncing right into your soft hands. Wrapping your hand around the veiny cock had small grunts coming out into your ear as you stroked his cock in your hands softly, his sensitive dick twitching and smeared with precum.

[mayxxday]

Katsuki never liked not be the first to pull away from a kiss.

Correction, he probably hates it. If he were to read his thoughts, he dispises the thought of not being the first to pull away. And no, as competitive as he was, this wasn't about being the 'first'.

It was probably the little paranoia in him at that feared if his partner was the first one to pull away he was never gonna get the moment back. What if he messed up? Was he too much? Did he hurt them?

The endless doubt would plague his word for days if not weeks, so the safer route of him as always been to be the first one to pull away.

And in the handful people he's kissed in his life so far, he's been successfully being the first to pull away each time. Until this time when you do.

Frozen in his place, katsuki looked at you with worry etched on his face which was only subtly different from his usually scowl. Staring at you blankly while you pant softly to catch your breath. Sure, katsuki had gone a little overboard this time, pushing it a little as he made out with you, ignoring his lungs bringing for oxygen in favour of his aching heart which only begging to make the moment last.

When you did pull away, your lungs being so competition for the young pro-hero's lungs, Katsuki thought to himself that was it. He's lost the moment and probably never getting another chance to kiss you, all because of his momentary greed.

However when you broke out a in a little smile, your forehead resting on his each, eyes closed like this was the most content you had been, katsuki breathes again. All his thoughts going mush at the gentleness of your actions.

"Huh, so this is what love is like?" Lingered a single thought

[amariaaa]

My writing list is now open. Request anything!!(that goes with my rules)

[iisasxia]

“PANTY THIEF !!”

“I DIDN’T STEAL YOUR FUCKING PANTIES. THEY WERE IN MY DRAWER BECAUSE THEY WERE IN MY LAUNDRY.”

“Well then how did they end up in your laundry ??”

silence…

“Exactly. You’re a panty thief.”

“How’d you know they were in my drawer ?”

silence…

“Tsk. Fucking pervert.”

[lissdiary]

katuski loves when you wear makeup. of course he loves your bare face, but he prefers kissing it all off until you look a mess. nothing beats the way you naturally look he loves your natural beauty, but he’s crazy for lipgloss. the way your lips feel when you kiss him, all glossy & sticky. it makes your lips look & taste so good, he loves fruit scented lipgloss.

it makes him feral, he gets so impatient when you take “too long” to reapply it. he’s basically eating your face at this point. he doesn’t care if he ends up having glitter on his lips, as long as he got it from you. eventually, he feels bad that you end up tossing another empty tube so he makes sure to restock it for you.

“yer’ takin too long, hurry” he taps his foot on the car floor, waiting for your to open your new gloss he just bought you. you open the tube, applying the pink gloss on your lips while looking in the car mirror. you look at him with a grin, showing how the glitter looks. he doesn’t hesitate to grab the back of your neck and pull you in.

“katsukii! i just applied it!” you whine, your boyfriend kissing off almost all your lipgloss. “m’ sorry baby, can’t help it.” he grabs your chin, pulling you in for another sloppy kiss. it’s his addiction & he can’t get enough of it.

— not proof read !

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[gamblersdoll]

the first time katsuki sees your pussy, hes in awe.

“shes so fuckin pretty, mama.” he says, trying to softly pull your legs apart. he wanted to try and be gentle for your first time. (yet, you knew he couldnt. and you wanted it rough.) but hes only hanging by a fucking thread. “this all fer me, right?”

you nod, lust taking over your eyes and brain.

“you want me to taste ‘er?” he suggested, eyes lidded from his own lust. you nod, again. and he smiles. “yeah? how bad?”

“please, kat. dont tease me tonight. need you.”

“oh, princess.” he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. he bites your inner thigh, licking at the mark. “yer cunt is telling me to eat her. cant deny body language.”

you bite your own lip, nodding your head.

“mm? tell me what you want, pretty mama.”

“eat me, please.” you have a whine in your voice, clit throbbing from the cool breeze of his dorm and his breathing tickling it. “do what you want to me, i dont care.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he spread you open. he presses on your lower tummy, signaling you to lay back and be comfortable. “if you say so, dont try to run then.”

[redvdress]

IF YOU WAKE HER UP, YOU’RE DEAD

A/N: oooook since anon have been asking for some relationship bakugo stuff, here’s my version for it. it’s my first time ever writing for him but i tried my best to picture him canon, soo enjoy!! you fell asleep on your boyfriend’s shoulder and you got caught too, what did he do?

The night was quiet, and the halls of U.A were empty. It was late—later than Bakugo usually stayed up, especially with a brutal training session awaiting him in the morning.

Still, here he was, sprawled on the common room couch with textbooks and notebooks scattered on the coffee table in front of him. He wasn’t one to study in the dorm’s common area, much preferring the solitude of his room. But tonight was different.

You were there with him.

He hadn’t planned it this way. Bakugo had been cramming, prepping for an upcoming test that Aizawa had threatened them all with. Normally, he would’ve told everyone else to stay the hell out of his way, barking at any idiot who dared to disturb him. But when you suggested studying together earlier, something in him gave.

He wouldn’t admit it, but the thought of you by his side made it tolerable—maybe even enjoyable.

The two of you had spent hours working in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for you. Bakugo had his usual scowl, occasionally muttering about the idiots in the class or cursing out loud when a particular formula or hero law didn’t make sense immediately. Despite his fiery demeanor, you could tell he was laser-focused, determined to come out on top. That was just who he was—always aiming for the number one spot. It was one of the many things you admired about him.

At some point, though, the exhaustion caught up with you. Katsuki had noticed you rubbing your eyes, trying to keep yourself awake as you scrawled down notes. He’d been keeping a sideways eye on you ever since, but said nothing, too proud to outright suggest you stop and go to bed. But deep down, he could see you were tired.

It had been a long day, and between morning classes and the intense afternoon training led by All Might, you were wiped. The sofa was comfortable, and the rhythmic sound of Bakugo flipping through pages and scribbling notes was strangely soothing.

Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and your body leaned unconsciously towards him. Your head found its way onto his shoulder, and before either of you realized, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Bakugo stiffened at first, feeling the weight of your head gently resting against him. The sudden warmth of your body against his side sent a jolt through his system. His first instinct was to wake you up with a sharp nudge—he wasn’t exactly used to people being this close to him, much less while he was supposed to be studying.

But for some reason, Bakugo couldn’t bring himself to do it. His eyes flicked down to your face, now completely relaxed in sleep. The furrow between your brows that had been there during studying was gone, replaced by a soft, peaceful expression. Your breathing was steady, slow.

“Damn,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, careful not to disturb you. You looked so calm, so vulnerable like this.

He wasn’t sure what to do with the feeling creeping up in his chest.

It wasn’t something he was used to—a strange mix of protectiveness and warmth, a side of him that he hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position without moving you too much. He glanced around the empty common room, the soft glow of the single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The dim lighting, paired with the quiet ticking of the wall clock, made the atmosphere feel almost intimate. His usual instinct to keep people at arm’s length was quieted by the sheer peace of the moment.

Still, he couldn’t help himself.

He muttered low under his breath, “Tch, idiot. You’re drooling on my shoulder…”

But there was no real heat in his voice. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though he’d never admit it. He reached out, grabbing the throw blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch, and carefully pulled it over you. His movements were slow and deliberate, making sure not to wake you. Normally, the thought of someone leaning on him, invading his space like this, would piss him off. But somehow, with you, it was different.

His red eyes softened as he watched your chest rise and fall, lost in your dreams. You trusted him—enough to fall asleep on him, enough to let your guard down entirely.

Katsuki knew what trust meant in this line of work. It was something you built through blood, sweat, and tears. It wasn’t something he gave away freely, either. But somehow, you had managed to crack through that thick, explosive shell of his.

Not that he’d admit that to anyone. Ever.

“Damn extras would never let me live this down,” he muttered to himself, feeling the slightest flush of embarrassment. His pride wouldn’t survive the onslaught of teasing that would surely follow if anyone saw him like this. Soft. Vulnerable.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Bakugo tensed. His eyes snapped towards the door just as it opened, revealing none other than Kirishima. Of course, it had to be him. The red-haired idiot had a knack for showing up at the worst times.

Kirishima’s eyes widened the second he took in the sight before him—Bakugo sitting stiffly on the couch, you curled up next to him, sound asleep. And there was a blanket.

Bakugo had covered you with a blanket.

A wide grin spread across Kirishima’s face, and Bakugo could already see the teasing coming a mile away. “Whoa, man, this is too cute!” Kirishima’s voice was loud, his words brimming with amusement. He took a step closer, clearly ready to capitalize on the rare sight.

Bakugo’s glare could’ve melted steel. His hand curled into a fist, and he raised a single, deadly finger to Kirishima. “Oi. If you wake her up, I swear on everything, you’re dead.”

Kirishima froze in place, hands raised in surrender, though his grin only widened. “Whoa, whoa! Chill, dude. I’m not gonna wake her. But come on, Bakugo, this is a side of you I never expected to see.”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. “Shut it, Shitty Hair. Get lost before I blow your dumbass to pieces,” he growled, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb you.

But Kirishima wasn’t backing down. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Bakugo a knowing look. “Man, you’ve changed. You know that, right? I mean, I didn’t think I’d ever see the day you’d let someone fall asleep on you without, you know, blowing up half the room.” He gave Bakugo a thumbs-up, his smile genuine, despite the teasing. “She’s good for you, man.”

Bakugo’s eyes flashed dangerously, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually follow through with his threat. His hand twitched, tiny pops of sparks dancing at his fingertips, but he held himself back. Barely.

“You got three seconds to get out of here before I wipe that dumb grin off your face,” he hissed, his voice a low growl.

Kirishima laughed again, clearly enjoying how riled up Bakugo was getting. “Alright, alright! I’m going. Don’t get all fired up.” He took a step back, still grinning. “But seriously, Bakugo, it’s nice to see you like this. You should let it show more often.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed to slits, but before he could retort, Kirishima had already slipped out of the room, leaving Bakugo to seethe in silence.

“Tch. Stupid idiot…” he muttered under his breath, glaring at the door where Kirishima had been standing. His hands unclenched, and he leaned back against the couch, letting out a long breath. The tension that had built up in his shoulders slowly melted away as the room fell silent again. He glanced down at you, still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the brief interaction.

The scowl softened on his face. He wasn’t one to express his feelings easily—or at all, really. His love was shown through action, through the way he looked out for you during training, or the way he pushed you to be better, stronger. But moments like this, where he allowed himself to be close, to let down his guard, were still foreign territory for him.

Carefully, Bakugo shifted his arm, resting it along the back of the couch behind you. He glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought, and the weariness in his own muscles was starting to catch up with him. He hadn’t planned on falling asleep out here, but with you curled up beside him, warm and steady, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.

His eyes flicked back to you one last time. For all the hell you went through at UA, for all the chaos and danger they faced in their training and in the field, this was one moment of quiet he wasn’t going to take for granted.

Bakugo let out a quiet sigh, his body finally relaxing against the cushions.

His hand, still resting on the back of the couch, slowly found its way to yours under the blanket.

He laced his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.

He closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a rare state of peace.

Before he knew it, he had drifted off too, his head leaning back against the couch, his breathing evening out into soft, steady inhales and exhales.

When Bakugo woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight creeping through the common room window, casting long, golden beams across the floor. He blinked, his mind still foggy with sleep, before realizing he was still on the couch. And you were still nestled up beside him.

His heart gave a brief, surprised lurch before he quickly masked the feeling with a grunt. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb you, but the movement must have been enough because you stirred, your head lifting slowly from his shoulder.

“Mmm… morning,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you blinked awake.

Bakugo turned his head slightly, trying to sound casual. “Morning,” he grunted, his voice still rough with sleep. He felt you pull away a bit, and immediately, the cold air hit where your warmth had been. His first instinct was to grumble about it, but instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, standing up quickly. “You drooled on me, idiot,” he said, his tone sharp, but not biting. It was more teasing than anything else.

Your face flushed with embarrassment, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Sorry…”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, turning away as he stretched, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. “Tch. Just don’t make a habit of it,” he muttered, though the usual harsh edge in his voice was absent. There was something softer, more subdued, as if last night’s vulnerability had lingered in the air.

As you stood up and stretched, Bakugo glanced towards the door, half-expecting Kirishima or another one of the extras to barge in with more teasing remarks. He wasn’t in the mood for any of that right now. But the common room was still empty, the rest of the dorms quiet in the early morning.

Bakugo walked towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder at you. “C’mon,” he said, his voice back to its usual gruffness. “Let’s grab some breakfast before the damn extras wake up. And don’t expect me to wait for you,” he added, though there was no real bite in his words.

But as you fell in step beside him, your hand brushing against his briefly, Katsuki felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again.