#kirishima one shot fluff

[angel-sweets666]

Puppy love

middle school kirishima x middle school popular! reader

Kirishima, a social outcast who barely anyone knows has a crush on a popular girl. He has barely any chance, right?

warning: a bit of angst mostly fluff also your supposed to be shorter then him in this

a/n I THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE ADORABLE! I LOVE LOVE LOVE KIRISHIMA

Kirishima always admired you, always. Since he started middle school he would watch you from afar and just think about how pretty you were, how adorable you were. But as the months ticked on, you became popular and soon enough you were out of his reach.

kirishimas friends always laughed at him for liking you since you would never date him! Or… so they thought.

You whined and tried to drown out Mina's relentless teasing. "Really? Kirishima? The one with the hardening quirk? Awww, that's so cute!" she exclaimed, hopping around with excitement. Her voice echoed through the hallway, drawing unwanted attention. In a panic, you shot up from your seat and quickly covered her mouth, your eyes darting around to see if Kirishima was nearby. "Shut up!!!" you hissed, your face burning with embarrassment. You could feel Mina's laughter against your hand as she continued to giggle.

You blushed and covered your face, hiding the redness of your cheeks. Mina giggled again “hey! It’s no big deal! He’s tall! And he’s cute!” You pushed her chest “back up!” Your possessiveness over him came out. Mina laughed “your down bad!” She grabbed your shoulders and shook you with with excitement.

You and Mina walked down the halls, you could sense someone staring at you. You turned to see who it was, only to make awkward eye contact with eijiro kirishima! You both blushed and looked away, you could hear the deep laughter of kirishimas friends which made the embarrassment soo much worse. Mina smiled brightly and wrapped her arm around you “one day! He’ll ask you out! I know it!”

if only he’d ask you out…..

Mina stomped over, a grumpy look on her pink face. "Kirishima!" she yelled, trying to get the boy's attention. Kirishima turned to look at her, worry etched on his face. Was he in trouble? What had he done? What if she jumped him?

"I gotta ask you something," she said firmly.

"O-okay…?" he stuttered in response.

"Do you or do you not like name?" she demanded, grabbing his shoulders to prevent him from escaping the question.

"W-w-w-wha? N-no!" he stammered.

"Bullshit," came a voice from behind. Kirishima's friend stepped in. "He's in love with her. I'd say it's puppy love, but he literally adores her every body part. It's kinda creepy," his friend whispered the last part.

"Hey!" Kirishima yelped, his face turning crimson.

"Oh thank God!" Mina sighed in relief, her tense shoulders relaxing.

Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Wha-?"

"Nothing!" Mina blurted, and with that, she turned and ran away.

Now kirishima had a reason to believe that you liked him back, his determination to win you over becoming stronger. One random Tuesday, a hand taps you on the shoulder. You turn to face whosever this was, only to come face to face with kirishima “oh.. hey!” You managed to get out from the initial shock “hey.. Uhm” he stuttered “do.. do you know who I am?” “Eijiro kirishima” you blurted out almost immediately “I mean.. your kirishima? Right?” You tried to fix yourself up, tucking a lock behind your ear. Kirishimas eyebrows raised from the fact you so easily knew his name, most people barely knew him and if they did they were his friends and he only had about 5 friends in the whole school. “Yeah.. I am” he smiled.. he smiled a genuine smile. Showing off his sharp teeth “woah.. your teeth are sharp!” You looked surprised and shuffled closer to him so you could get a good look at his teeth. Kirishimas face turned pink “h-h-h-hey b-bit close there..” he didn’t try to back away however.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" you said, backing away. In the distance, you could see Mina grinning from ear to ear. You then looked back at Kirishima. "So… what can I help you with?" you asked, smiling sweetly and trying to act natural.

"U-uh, t-this… flower… it made me think of you," he stammered, quickly handing you a pink tulip that he had clearly found in the school garden.

"Oh, Kirishima, thank you!" you said, genuinely moved by his gift.

"N-no problem…" he mumbled, standing there awkwardly, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Kirishima inhaled deeply, trying to settle his nerves. When he exhaled, he looked down at you and blurted out, "Gee… you're a bit short." His cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red.

"Hey! That's not fair—you’re just tall!" you whined, crossing your arms in mock anger.

Mina seemed more than pleased with what was unfolding before her eyes. "I-I’m sorry! I-it’s just you are small! It's not a big deal!" Kirishima stammered, trying to comfort you after inadvertently insulting you.

You turned around, facing away from him, pouting in exaggerated anger. Kirishima sighed and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry…"

Your face flushed pink again as you turned to face him. "It's fine… just… don't do it again!" you whined, unable to stay mad at him.

Kirishima chuckled and nodded. "Okay, I won't. Promise."

You blushed again, feeling the warmth of his presence. He seemed so sincere, so kind, and his touch was so warm that it made your heart race.

suddenly the bell interrupted your interaction. You sighed in disappointment “well.. see you later?” Yiu looked up at him hopefully, he blushed and his face lit up “yeah.. see ya”

over the next few days you and kirishima spent more and more time together, often finding ways to run off from your friends and hang out.

One day, you waited for all your friends to run off and do other stuff just so you could sneak away and run in the direction were you and kirishima normally met up. You had gotten his message to signify that he was there so you knew where he was. You giggled and jumped onto the boys back, he yelped in surprise “hey *name*!” he said with a chuckle, patting your thigh as he bent his knees you help you slide down “let’s go to the cafeteria! They have pizza today and I REALLY WANT SOMEE” you insisted “I dunno… maybe I just wanna chill” he mumbled, tilting his head for you to follow him.

you two began walking through the court yard, talking and joking around. He seemed happier but more nervous than usual. The occasional stutter turning into a more frequent stammer. You just thought it was all the hormones of being 14, suddenly when kirishima brought you to a more… private place. He sighed “*name* I need to ask you something” he said with a determined look on his face “yeah? What’s up?” You asked, tilting your head to the side

“will you… will you be my girlfriend?!” He blurted out loudly, his fists curling up in nervousness. Your whole face turned pink “r-really? Yeah! Yeah I will!” You squealed and wrapped your arms around his neck, he blushed and sighed in relief. Kirishima placed his hands around your waist, you two hugging each other.

“AWWW GUYS!” Mina squealed, turns out she had followed you “SHUT UP.” You two screamed and you hid your face in his chest.

a year later

Now a days things are a little less awkward, you even got to share a dorm after convincing aizawa to let you guys. You rolled over in bed and buried your face in the crook of kirishimas neck “hey Bub” he said as he grabbed your thigh and brought it up to his hip. “Comfy?” He murmured and kissed your forehead, his warm lips pressed against your skin “mhm.. yeah..” you ran your fingers through his freshly re dyed red hair.

“I love you”

“I love you too kiri”

[ackermai07]

Hi! Could you write a one shot for Bakugo, Todoroki, and Kirishima where the class is watching a movie or something at the dorms and their crush falls asleep on them? I can see the boys getting all blushy when she unconsciously snuggles up closer to them 🥰🥰

Thank you!

ᵗʰⁱˢ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵃᵈᵒʳᵒᵇᵃˡᵉ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗᵗ ᵘᵍʰʰʰʰʰ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗⁱᵉ ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ⁱᵗ

wearning! : pure fluff

Don't repost please!!

"Is everyone ready?"

Mina shouted, making sure everything was set and everyone was prepared.

In short, what was happening was that tomorrow is a holiday, and after a tiring week, the girls suggested the idea of watching a movie (the kind you like), staying up late, and enjoying themselves to compensate for the positive energy lost through training and studying, and of course, everyone agreed.

𝗕𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗴𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗮𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗶

The surprise was how this early-to-bed, serious guy had actually agreed to this silly movie night offer, but of course, no one dared to comment on it (they didn't want to be the reason for him changing his mind).

"Tsk... why on earth did I agree to watch this stupid movie in the first place," Bakugo muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on the TV screen where the movie was playing. Truthfully, he knew the reason he was here- 𝘆𝗼𝘂.

Bakugo had always admired your confident, composed, and intelligent personality, to the point where he found himself gradually falling for you, struggling to break free from its grasp.

Another annoyed sigh escaped his lips, feigning irritation as usual, but deep down, he was genuinely happy to be sitting next to you on the couch, able to inhale your soothing scent.

It didn't take another minute before he felt a weight on his shoulder. His eyebrow raised in confusion, and when he turned his head to see, he was met with your lovely, soft face resting on his shoulder. The boy swore he could feel his heart pounding out of his chest, and for a moment, he stopped thinking, just staring at you with flushed cheeks, thankfully unnoticed in the dimmed lights.

"Oi... you," he said in his rough tone, which seemed calmer, then lightly shrugs trying to wake you up. "You'll miss the damn movie... wake up."

Meanwhile, all he got in response was a sleepy nuzzle from you, moving closer to hug his side more, enjoying the warmth emanating from him.

Poor Bakugo stopped his movements and froze in place for about a few minutes. The first to notice was Kirishima, who turned to see what was up with his friend.

"Hey Baku-bro, what's wro..."

And there Kirishima caught sight of your sleeping form next to him, a wide grin spreading across his face. Even before he spoke, Bakugo silently gestured to him, thus ensuring he stayed close to you for a longer period.

He absentmindedly played with your hair, eliciting contented hums from you, which seemed to draw the attention of the entire class towards you two. Oh, and don't worry about any commotion; once Bakugo gives them the death glare, they'll turn away without saying a word.

(half of the class has fallen asleep already, anyway).

By the end of the movie, he didn't even realize he had fallen asleep, his head resting on yours, inhaling your refreshing scent and feeling your warmth.

(This incident might actually serve as a strong incentive for him to hurry up and confess to you as soon as possible).

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗼

It was known that Shoto often found himself in these kinds of nights, spending time with his friends, and with you, the love of his life.

Both of you attended the same middle school, and there were many clashes between you, but at that time, Shoto was only focused on his deep-seated hatred for his father.

Now, at U.A. High School, he found the time to develop his feelings for you, thus becoming immersed in love for you.

And there he was now, on the floor in front of the TV, covered with blankets for comfortable seating. You were sitting beside him, and oh, how difficult it was for him to focus on the movie content with you so close.

He also threw sidelong glances at you, admiring your focused face on the screen, and your slightly parted lips from concentrating so hard on the events. Honestly, he wished desperately to overwhelm your lips with kisses until you couldn't breathe (you can't really blame him).

As he was lost in his fantasies, he suddenly felt something descending onto his lap. And guess what? It was your head being placed on his lap.

The poor boy's brain stopped functioning as he tried to process what had just happened.

(He also felt like his heart stopped for a moment.)

"Y/n... y-you okay?" Shoto whispered softly to you, making sure only you could hear him, and his hand moved to brush a strand of hair away from your face, while a terrible blush spread across his cheeks.

The poor boy wasn't used to being affectionate :(

"Very... sleepy," was your only response as you hugged his waist and snuggled closer to his left side where warmth emanated.

Let's say he miraculously managed to control his quirk so as not to accidentally hurt you.

Meanwhile, the boy's heart swelled with emotions, and he found himself gently stroking your hair, a small smile adorning his handsome face.

And as soon as the movie ended, he carried you bridal-style and took you to your room under Momo's guidance, making sure not to wake you up at all.

On the other hand, he couldn't sleep a wink that night, but be prepared to receive the most beautiful confession in your life soon.

Bonus points: His desire to kiss you became unbearable.

𝗞𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗿𝘂𝗼

He was one of the biggest supporters of the idea, especially since you were the one who suggested it, so of course he would always support your opinion.

He always did, seeing you as a fun person who radiated warmth like the sun, an optimistic personality he fell for boundlessly.

You were always a source of inspiration for him with your positive energy, encouraging him and praising his perseverance, and in return, he gave you the brightest smile.

His friends somehow learned about his secret admiration for you (Mina was the reason... ahem)

and they always tried to involve you both more to bring you closer together.

This event was no different as they made sure you two were close to each other, leaving the couch for you to sit on together.

(Kaminari was included to sit next to Kirishima just to make it less suspicious.)

Now, in the middle of the movie, just like Shoto, he couldn't focus at all.

He was just captivated by the little sounds you made whenever an exciting scene came up or your eyes sparkled with interest at what was shown on the screen in front of you.

He was literally in his own world, worshiping your facial expressions and your gentle demeanor.

But at some point, he stopped paying attention to you, replacing it with discussing the details of the movie with Kaminari. Then, in a sudden moment, he felt something land on his chest... it was your head.

The boy quickly covered his mouth to suppress the scream that was about to burst from the depths of his heart.

In contrast to the two above, he had a quick response as he gently shook your shoulder.

"Y/n, y-you awake?" His voice came out as a somewhat quiet tune, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

"Sorry... feeling sleepy... just... a little nap." After that, you held onto his arm and used his muscular chest as a pillow, drifting back to sleep.

Because of your action, his quirk activated for a few seconds, and he slapped his own face out of embarrassment and happiness he felt.

Your sudden move caught the red-haired boy off guard to the point he didn't know how to react :(

"Yes, of course... it wouldn't be manly of me to move and disturb you," he muttered to himself in embarrassment, stiffening in his position before wrapping his arm around you to pull you closer to him.

But he forgot about Kaminari, who saw everything and struggled to suppress his laughter as he ran away, catching the attention of the class, only to stare at both of you in awe and admiration.

All I can say is that by tomorrow, you'll see plenty of pictures taken of you sleeping on Kirishima, and his friends endlessly teasing him about it.

Then get ready for his confession of his feelings for you.

ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵍᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ

ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸᵉᵈ ʳᵉᵃᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵈᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ

sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

[carefreecoffee]

Flufftober Day 18: Protecting w/ Kirishima Eijirou

Word count: 1.9k, Gender-Neutral reader

You were walking in the bustling city, people chatting, cars zooming and the sound of your favorite playlist ringing throughout your earbuds. Your commute home from work had been casual; that was until the bustling crowds of people started walking faster past unusually. You stop in your tracks curiously, taking out a headphone before feeling the ground beneath you rumb;e. You look back in shock as your eyes lock onto a giant figure breaking through the streets haphazardly– your only instinct is to run with the crowd.

Kirishima was on patrol as he heard the multiple screams from down the street. Rushing down the sidewalk, running through the crowd of panicking civilians, he saw a large, hulking villain destroying buildings by just swinging his arms around aimlessly. His heart sank as he watched the panic unfold. He had to do something to stop the chaos and protect the people. He quickly assessed the situation and made a quick decision. Leaping into the nearest alleyway, seeking cover behind a large dumpster. He needed a better vantage point to survey the area and plan his next move.

As you glanced behind yourself, you saw the giant creature approaching rapidly into your direction. Your eyes widen as your legs take on a mind of their own, passing every alley and block with as much fervor as you could summon. Not even the sudden loss of your headphones that had become lost in the rubble could break you out of your stance.

Kirishima catches a glimpse of you as you run past, your eyes filled with pure fear. He knows he has to act fast to help you. You yelp as you feel the rumbling within the ground coming closer, feeling your legs starting to give out.

Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he rushes out from behind the dumpster and activates his quirk, hardening his entire body. He charges towards the giant creature, determined to save the citizen. He braces himself for impact as he smashes into the creature's side, attempting to knock it off balance. The force of the collision created  a shockwave, causing debris to fly in every direction. The creature lumbers unsteadily, giving him a momentary opening. With a swift motion, He grabs you, pulling you to safety, away from the imminent danger. He scans you with a concerned expression, hoping to reassure you and make sure you’re alright. Your eyes widen at the frantic movements as you feel someone’s arms wrap around you, taking you away from the scene. Your grip strengthens on the person out of fear. 

You screw your eyes shut until you are placed down uncharacteristically gently given the situation. You begin to open them wider than ever, seeing none other than the chivalrous hero; Red Riot. As you come to a halt, he turns, giving you a reassuring smile. "Hey, you're safe now, don't worry. Just breathe, okay?" He says, attempting to calm you down. 

Your mouth hangs agape as you nod frantically. The shock is hitting you hard now that you’re still. As you mouth an ‘Okay’ another crash reverberates the ground. "I'm going to go deal with that villain. Stay here. You're safe. You won't get hurt, okay?" He reassures you, giving you a gentle pat on the shoulder.

He turns away, rushing back into the scene of battle, feeling a surge of determination to protect the innocent and neutralize the threat. The villain was still rampaging, leaving a path of destruction in its wake. It seemed that the creature was impervious to physical attacks, making it even more challenging to take down. Minutes felt like hours until the fight seemed to die down. You heard slight chatter and could see a faint trail of smoke coming in from the crash of the debris. You sat there as instructed, knees to your chest as your arms wrapped protectively around them.

Kirishima catches his breath and takes a second to examine the scene of the battle. In the midst of it, he noticed a familiar figure hidden away within the confines of the dark alleyway. He approached you, a friendly smile on his face. "Hey, you okay there?" He asked, concerned for your well-being.

You look up at him, your breathing ragged but slower than before,  “Y-yes, i'm okay” He crouches down and checks you methodically for any injuries. "That's good to hear," he says, relieved that you’re okay. "You looked pretty shaken up earlier. Do you need to catch your breath? How about we sit for a bit?" he suggested, gesturing to an empty space nearby. 

You nod, sitting together in silence for a few moments, catching your breaths and coming down from the adrenaline of the moment. It's comforting in a way. He glanced over at you, taking in your features in the dim light of the alleyway. 

"You know, you were pretty brave back there. Running through the chaos like that, it takes a lot of courage." He complimented, breaking the silence between you.

“Hm? Oh, thank you I guess…I mean I've never been in such a position before y'know?” You chuckle half-heartedly, still shaken up.

 "Hey, it's okay to be scared in a situation like that. It's natural." He says, giving you a reassuring nod. He decides to lighten the mood and get your mind off of things, "So, what's your name? I never got the chance to properly introduce myself." He asks with a smile. You looked at him, mouth agape until you could muster up an answer, “Y/n, my name is Y/n.” 

"Hey Yuno, my name is Kirishima. It's great to meet you," he says with a friendly tone, extending his hand towards you for a handshake. "I'm glad I was able to help you out there." You take his hand. “Nice to meet you Kirishima, even if it wasn't the um... best situation.” He chuckle’s, trying to ease some of the tension. "Yeah, I guess we really met under some crazy circumstances, huh? But hey, at least we're both safe now, right?" He offers a warm smile.

You nod, “All thanks to you and the other pros. I really do appreciate it.” In the midst of the conversation you hear ambulance wails along with the red and blue lights approaching. As emergency personnel start arriving at the scene, Kirshima knows that it's time for him to move on. He stood up, offering his hand to help you up. "Looks like the authorities are here to take care of things now. How about I walk you home? You still look a bit shaken up, and I wouldn't feel right leaving you to fend for yourself just yet." He asks with a reassuring grin.

You nod, a bit taken aback but knowing it was a part of his duty. “That would actually be really nice. T-thank you Red Riot!” You bow slightly before making your way towards the paramedics. He watches as you're pulled away for a statement, waiting for you to finish up and join him again, ready to escort you to safety. As the two of you walked, he tried to make idle chit chat, hoping to ease any lingering uneasiness you might’ve been feeling. "So, what do you do? Are you a student or do you work nearby?" He ask’s, curious to know more about his unexpected companion. 

“Ah, I'm a receptionist at the law firm down the street. I was actually just on my way home before all of that” His eyes light up curiously, "Law firm, huh? That sounds pretty cool. Do you enjoy it?" 

You shrug. “It is what it is, receptionism isn't the most friendly occupation but I learned how to handle it over time.” You smile and return the favor, “How'd you get into heroism?”

"As for me," He says, a bright grin spreading across his face, "I've always been fascinated by the idea of being a hero, fighting against villains, and helping people. It's something that just resonated with me, you know?" He explained, his voice laced with passion. "And as time went on, I learned more about myself, improved my skills, and worked really hard to become stronger. Here I am now, living my dream as a hero!"

You chuckled at this enthusiasm. “I get what you mean and I think you were meant for it, it's nice to see people following their passions y'know?” The two of you talk a bit more until you had reached the front of your place. “Thank you again, Kirishima” You bow, giving him the most appreciation you could in such a short amount of time. “I can’t thank you enough for the safety you kept me in today!” 

He smiles warmly at your action, waving his arms. "No thanks needed, Y/n. I was just doing what any friendly hero would do!" He examined you for a moment. "You know, Y/n, you surprised me out there today. Despite being scared, you still kept your head high and found the courage to keep going. That takes real strength. It was an honor to have been able to help you." You lifted your head up, feeling warmth rise within your face from the compliment from such a notable hero. Your eyes met his ruby ones as a smile plastered on your face, “Well, I appreciate you walking me home nonetheless, it means a lot.” 

"Of course, it was my pleasure," He replied, returning your smile. "It's getting pretty late, so why don't you get some rest? You've been through a lot today." He suggested, concerned for your well-being. He takes a few steps back, preparing to head back to the agency and get some rest himself. But before he left, he couldn’t help but feel a little bold. I turned back to you with a mischievous grin. "Hey, before we go our separate ways, can I ask for your number? I'd really like to stay in touch."

Before you could fully unlock your door, you looked back at him pleasantly surprised “M-my number?” The words were still echoing throughout your mind. 

He chuckles, realizing he might have overstepped. "Ah, my bad, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's just, I really enjoyed our conversation, and I thought it would be nice to keep in touch. But if you're not comfortable with that, no worries. Sorry if I made you feel weird." he says, giving you an apologetic smile.

“No no!” You begin to walk back to where he was standing, “It just caught me off guard is all!” You send him a smile of reassurance. He relaxed a bit, glad to clear up the misunderstanding. "Alright, sounds good! Here, let's exchange numbers." He takes out his phone as you exchange contact info, each punching in the other's number. Once it's done, he puts away his phone and gives you a grateful nod. "Alright, got it. It was nice meeting you, Y/n. And if you ever need anything or even just want to chat, you know how to reach me now," He offers a friendly wave as he turns to make his way back to the agency.

You wave back happily, retreating into your home, your heart pounding as you texted your friends about everything that had happened that night excitedly– albeit the danger you were put in to get there. 

As Kirishima walks back to the agency, he couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the encounter with you. It's always nice to meet new people and possibly make new friends, especially someone as kind as you. He thinks about your determination and resilience during the incident, appreciating your courage. He feels a strange flutter of butterflies in his stomach, catching him off guard. 

'Wait a minute... Was that... a crush?'

[sun-flower-children]

Can I have a headcanon with Kirishima and bakugo with a rich rich rich rich reader?

💵stay well!

i'd be more than happy too :))

now ofc (y/n) would definitely have the old money kinda money

iykyk kind of money

all their stuff looks nice but no one really knows exactly how nice

except bakugo

mf can spot anything of high quality miles away and know their brand

he chooses to dress the way he dresses doesn't mean he doesn't know his couture

hes not a barbarian duh

now kirishima will know due his bestie relations with bakugo

bakugo would so point out the kiri what (y/n) is wearing and what kind of bags all their luggage is in.

you best believe this guy stalks the internet for any information of your family because ofc any one from that kind of money is going to have some important quirk

now kiri becomes quick friends with (y/n) no problem

once yall have been friends for long enough (y/n) is buying all sorts of things for their friends:

food / snacks

movies

tickets to concerts

merch of both heroes and music artsists

the best quality drum set there is for bakugo

the highest and newest gym set for kiri

groceries for baku

eventually a whole skincare routine for the both of them

kiri gets really ashy and bakugo is oily af

they absolutely clown you for being a trust fund baby but will defend you from anyone that says that you are only here bc of your family.

bakugo will jump anyone who tries anything afterwards

kiri forgives, but he never forgets

A/N: im probably going to come back to this one but for now :)

[lance-space-mommy]

It’s Kind Of Diabolical

UA was a dream school that people all around the world tried to get into. Not only was it ranked number one in all of Japan, but the school was undefeated in all categories. Whatever category an individual could think of Dean Nezu did everything in his power to make the school the best in said category.

The 3% acceptance rate showed how picky the admissions team was.

Izuku Midoriya was considered one of the smartest students in the school. There were only two people that ranked higher than him in the entire building across all majors. Izuku was in a medical and pharmaceutical concentration of Biology and Chemistry. The double major was hell on earth, but he topped that off with a physics and psychology minor.

No one in the school, including the teachers, understood how he managed his time juggling countless classes all at once. Still, Izuku loved to learn, and he put his full effort into completing every class to near perfection. He worked very closely with his advisors Toshinori Yagi and Aizawa Shota. They complimented each other and it helped Izuku a lot with moving forward and making decisions based on their advice.

Everyone was always talking about Izuku and every move he made. Still, Izuku had something that he kept to himself. Izuku was a professional athlete.

The only reason no one knew was because he didn’t play for the college, making it significantly easier for him to keep it a secret. Well, to a degree he could hide it. He competed in high level competitions, and many were non-profit to raise awareness for important causes. His high ranking often led him to speaking in interviews about the cause.

Izuku was an angel on earth.

Katsuki Bakugo was average in school. He was naturally smart and put as little effort into his schoolwork as possible. Katsuki was a business major with two minors. One was in marketing and another in accounting. As long as he got an A in the class, he didn’t try to push himself harder. His main focus was on sports. After all, he was the captain of the football team and spent most of his free time training.

The school's meal plan was heavily abused by Katsuki as he was often seen inhaling food with his friends whenever he wasn’t in the gym or on the field. The training and consistent meal plan helped him greatly. Katsuki was well built with muscles that made half of the campus jealous and the other half lovesick.

Despite all the attention Katsuki got, he remained single. He appreciated his fans to a degree, but never engaged with them. He enjoyed the chase and the rush he got from the attention. Still, he loved playing football, and he loved his teammates. He’d never let a relationship, or other outside influences distract him.

That was until his best friend, also the vice-captain of the football team, decided it was time to flip his life upside down.

“Who’s that talking to Coach Toshinori?” asked Kaminari excitedly upon seeing a cute boy appear on the fields.

Katsuki didn’t bother looking, not interested in hearing gossip about some stranger. Kirishima on the other hand perked up when he noticed who Kaminari was talking about. “That’s Midoriya! He’s insane.”

Kirishima’s statement caught the attention of Katsuki and the rest of the team. Sero recognized Izuku as well and commented, “Yeah, isn’t he doing a double major and double minor?”

“That’s him! Mina told me that he’s already been accepted by every high end medical school he’s applied to,” revealed Kirishima, happy to say his girlfriend's name every chance he got.

Kaminari stared at Izuku from afar, letting his mouth catch flies. Once he let a couple of moments pass by, he snapped back into focus and smirked. “So, he’s smart and successful. Wait, how does Mina know him?”

“Mutual friends, apparently Midoriya is super popular. Almost everyone knows him, so I’m surprised you don’t,” responded Kirishima slowly, letting his gaze return to Izuku.

Toshinori flashed a wide smile at Izuku, ruffling the fluffy locks of green hair. The excited voices of the duo faintly reached the group's ears. Tetsutetsu chuckled to himself before jerking a thumb over to where they were standing. “Looks like he just got accepted to another school.”

Katsuki’s gaze was fierce, but he couldn’t stop the foreign rushing of his heart. There was something about this smartass chatting with his coach that irritated Katsuki. No matter how much he wanted to roll his eyes and redirect the conversation, he knew Izuku would be on his mind.

Fate had funny ways of bringing destined lovers together.

Three weeks was all it took for Katsuki cave into obsession. He hadn’t realized just how big of a figure Izuku had been in the school. After that fateful day, it seemed that anytime he’d be in the food hall or was hanging out with his friends, he’d hear chatter about the mysterious genius.

All alone in his room with thirty minutes until his bedtime, Katsuki started digging. He found some online interviews with Izuku talking about the charities he’s worked with. Then Katsuki found his social media account that talked about plans for his future, study tips, and a plethora of random school-related things.

It only took a minute of scrolling for Katsuki to realize this wasn’t Izuku’s personal account. No matter how much he dug, he couldn’t find any pictures of Izuku at these apparent parties or hangouts with his friends that Mina claimed he had.

The following morning came around and like clockwork, Izuku would become a part of his life.

The football team huddled around Coach Toshinori when he clapped his hands together with his usual blinding smile. “Look alive! As you all know, the season is starting to pick up and now more than ever, we need to engage with the public. We are the best school in all of Japan and we need to maintain that status. So, I want you to take to social media and hold mini interviews with people in busy areas!”

Katsuki shrugged, not bothered by the assignment. It wasn’t like he had any intention of being the one doing the interviewing. If he partnered with Kirishima who was more of a people person, then he could just record the interviews.

“Let’s do this Bakugo!” cheered Kirishima loudly, letting his manly persona take over.

Katsuki narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his phone. “Shut up Shitty Hair! Do you want to scare away everyone with your screaming?”

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Kirishima turned back to where people were moving in and out of shops. “Oops, you’re right. Sorry man.”

Huffing, Katsuki prepared his phone to record as Kirishima asked individuals if they’d be willing to be interviewed. Most of the time it took one look at Kirishima and Bakugo for people to say yes. It may have been the duo’s good looks, or their UA letter jackets, but people were fast to do an interview.

They had already held short interviews with ten people by the time their interest had fully worn off. Kirishima groaned, crashing on a nearby bench. “Why does Coach want us to interview fifteen people? We are going to have way too much footage,” noted Kirishima as he watched people pass by.

“Stop complaining, we are almost finished,” grumbled Katsuki, scrolling through the countless videos on his phone.

“Easy for you to say! You haven’t talked to one person,” scoffed Kirishima, failing at guilt tripping Katsuki.

Raising a brow with an unimpressed expression, Katsuki shrugged it off. “Not my problem.”

Kirishima spotted a familiar face in the crowd and his face lit up like a little kid on their birthday. “No way! Is that Midoriya? What are the odds we see him here?”

Katsuki was already handing his phone to Kirishima, not bothering to look back or wait for his friend. “Record me.”

The eagerness Katsuki displayed to interview Izuku let Kirishima know everything. Katsuki had a fat crush on Izuku. He’d never pass up a moment to record Katsuki making a fool of himself. Moments like these were rare and Kirishima usually failed to capture the moment in a picture or video.

Once the redhead caught up to where Katsuki had greeted Izuku, he caught the end of their exchange of pleasantries.

Izuku flashed a soft smile at Katsuki. “It’s nice to meet you in person! Toshinori tells me a lot about you.”

Kirishima was already recording with a bright smile. “Hi Midoriya!”

Turning his head to look at Kirishima, Izuku’s eyes lit up when he realized it was Kirishima. “Oh! Kirishima, hi! It’s been so long since we’ve last talked!”

“It really has been! I’ve been so busy with balancing school and football I haven’t been going to the parties lately,” sighed Kirishima defeatedly. He knew Izuku wasn't one to be petty but still, he felt bad about not keeping in touch with someone he enjoyed talking to.

“Nonsense! Anyway, Bakugo, you mentioned something about interviewing me?” inquired Izuku, returning to the initial reason he was approached by the hottest guy on campus.

Katsuki took a step closer to Izuku after letting his eyes trail all over Izuku’s body when the pretty boy had been distracted. Clearing his throat, trying to fight the nerves that flooded his body when he caught sight of muscular legs, Katsuki nodded.

“Yes, the football team is doing interviews with the public so we can post stupid shit to remind everyone why UA is the best.”

Perking up at the explanation of what was happening, Izuku eagerly agreed,” Of course. I’m more than happy to support UA and our football team!”

The three traveled to a more open area of the shopping center. The sun was warm on their skin and there was a gentle breeze. As Izuku and Katsuki waited for Kirishima to give them the go ahead to start the interview, Kirishima swore the scene looked like something out of a romcom movie. The school jock and nerd running into each other and having their worlds collide on a beautiful day with a cinematic breeze twirling their hair around.

Izuku was wearing a white tee shirt with the words “running shirt” on it. He paired the simple tee shirt with some black gym shorts that had white accents on the side seam. Both of his knees were strapped up with yellow kinesiology knee tape, paired with royal blue compression socks. The final addition to the horrifically discolored outfit was a pair of expensive red running sneakers.

Katsuki was in some baggy black pants, expensive white sneakers, and wore his UA football letter jacket.

Their outfits dramatically contrasted each other, but it wasn’t an eyesore like Kirishima thought it would be. Despite all of that, Kirishima cut the two’s ogling short. “Start anytime!”

Without missing a beat, Katsuki went off-script and asked a personal question. “What happened to your leg?”

Both Kirishima and Izuku seemed a bit taken aback by the question, but they quickly recovered. Kirishima knew he was going to use this as blackmail on Katsuki for the foreseeable future. Izuku on the other hand didn’t know what to expect from the interview and was happy to talk to the notorious football captain.

“I do a lot of running. A lot of cardio,” revealed Izuku, smiling shyly at Katsuki as he fiddled with the earbuds he had taken out.

Since he was a person with no filter, Katsuki dove straight into sly flirting. “Were you on your knees by any chance?”

“I actually was,” answered Izuku quickly, a bit surprised Katsuki asked the question. Still, he wasn’t too surprised Katsuki knew what to ask considering he was an athlete too.

Katsuki didn’t falter despite Izuku clearly not understanding what he meant with that question. “Oh. I picked the right guy for the interview,” commented Katsuki charmingly, his eyes looking at Izuku as if he were a meal to devour.

With the single comment, Izuku picked up on what Katsuki was indirectly saying and let his eyes widen and let out a breathless laugh. Katsuki knew he wanted to see that look and hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life. He wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but truly Izuku had him captivated. Izuku felt the exact same way.

He got me, hook, line, and sinker.

“How is your day going?” asked Katsuki calmly, reeling back into interviewing Izuku despite him not asking about UA or things about football.

Izuku pouted, looking at the hustle and bustle of the people around. “Pretty slow”

Seeing an opening to be mischievous again, Katsuki leaned closer. “Do you want me to make it faster?”

Perking up at the suggestive question, Izuku was ready to show he was just as interested. Using all the confidence training his teachers have put him through, Izuku tempted, “How would you do that?”

“How do you want me to do that?” fired back Katsuki with pure enjoyment. There was a little voice in the back of his head, wondering if the man before him was being a little shit to mess with him or if he was truly interested.

While Katsuki was overthinking everything, Izuku tilted his head down, looking up at Katsuki through his eyelashes with a shy smile. It was a very pointed look, and Katsuki felt his heart swoon. Katsuki was ready to bite those chubby cheeks peppered with the most beautiful freckles. Still, he was a college student and imagined pinning Izuku against his locker in the vacant locker room, and making those perfect lips spread to let out a scream of pleasure.

“I’m going to have to cut this video short,” half-joked Katsuki, struggling to keep his mind focused on anything but asking Izuku to date him in less than polite words.

The loud, almost manic laughter erupted from Izuku again as the implications of Katsuki’s words sank in. He was infatuated with Katsuki. There was something so thrilling about being the one that caught the attention of the untouchable football captain. In the back of his mind, he was scared this was all some elaborate prank to humiliate him, but he had to trust that Toshinori wasn’t lying about Katsuki being a good person.

It wasn’t uncommon to hear all his friends talking about Katsuki. It was close to impossible not to hear the name when football was such a major sport. Katsuki was the captain and the team's best player. Besides, Izuku often visits the games.

The only problem was he never got a good look at the blonde when their classes had no overlap and Katsuki was nothing more than a small blob down on the field.

Katsuki recalled Kirishima and Izuku’s short exchange. Kirishima mentioned something about not going to as many parties due to his busy schedule. If Kirishima equated not going to parties to a complete loss of communication, he wondered just how often Izuku attended them. “Do you ever go out to parties?”

“Maybe sometimes,” admitted Izuku slowly, raising a brow to gauge just what Katsuki’s aim was. While Izuku enjoyed some dirty talk, he had no intention of being a sex toy. He had standards and he hoped that Katsuki wasn’t just a closeted player.

“Do you ever see frat boys?” questioned Katsuki quickly, feeling anxiety bubble in his gut. He didn’t want Izuku to have his eyes on loser extras. Katsuki knew that some of the frat boys were persistent and relentless when it came to sexual endeavors. Jealousy was an ugly feeling, and Katsuki didn’t like being in a competition where he could easily lose.

Izuku stilled, a bit offended Katsuki was asking about his potential romantic interests in frat boys. How could Katsuki think he had no standards? Sure, Izuku was popular and flirty when it counted, but he didn’t think he gave off the impression he’d settle for a frat boy.

Truth be told, Izuku had a fear of drinking and drugs. He was a control freak after all.

In the end he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice some of the frat boys at the parties he attended. No matter how many people tried to hide the parties from the frat boys, they managed to find and get into the private parties. “I do see some frat boys. I don’t go for frat boys though.”

Katsuki immediately relaxed and soon realized he had been making a lot of assumptions. Sure, he was gay, but he couldn’t just assume anyone he was interested in was. Yet, he saw Izuku standing across the field on one fateful day and decided the nerd was his. Still, he didn’t have to worry about some horny men getting their hands on Izuku.

With his skin practically itching from anticipation, Katsuki knew he needed to get a better confirmation of Izuku’s sexuality. Their not-so-subtle flirting wasn’t enough. “So, what kind of guys do you go for?”

“Literally any other kind of guy,” chuckled Izuku, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit. It was clear that Katsuki was interested in him no matter what the intentions behind that interest were. Who could blame him for being flattered that Katsuki was giving him attention in a world filled with gorgeous individuals who matched Katsuki’s interests better.

Even if he was a perfect mix of calculated and impulsive, Katsuki was quick to gather the courage and make it clear where he stood. “Like football players?”

The message was direct and Izuku’s face bloomed the most stunning shade of pink Katsuki had ever seen. The shade complimented his hair and made his freckles more apparent. Still, Izuku raised a hand to tuck a stray curl behind his ear. Ignoring the adrenaline pumping in his veins, he smiled confidently. “I’ve never gone for a football player before but…”

All composure was lost, and Katsuki’s buffer vanished. “Do you like dick?”

That was all it took for Izuku to burst out into laughter. Even if Katsuki only wanted him for his body, which meant a hard rejection to an only physical relationship, Izuku had no intention of living a life without Katsuki in it. The vulgarity in Katsuki’s speech and the lack of regret in everything he said was something Izuku quickly admired. “Uh yeah.”

Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face, unable to believe that with the dumpster fire their conversation was, Izuku was still laughing and engaged. If his last question wasn’t enough to drive Izuku away, he might as well try to ask, “Can I get your number?”

Not even a second passed when Izuku threw his head back in laughter once more, fully captivated by Katsuki. He enjoyed the directness after all the suggestive language. Waving a hand, Izuku took a deep breath before shrugging and nodding his head. “Yeah, I guess you can get my number.”

Suddenly Katsuki felt like an elementary schooler. He remembered watching all his friends ask girls out and being surprised when they accepted. Now he understood how they felt at that moment. It was a pure, unadulterated sense of belonging and acceptance.

Despite the train wreck he presented himself to be, Izuku wanted to stick around.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” confirmed Izuku as he laughed, raising his hand, messing with his phone to pull up contacts, and offering it to Katsuki.

Kirishima stood behind the camera, wearing a disgusted expression. Izuku and Katsuki were made for each other. He couldn’t imagine any other person in the world still giving their number to Katsuki after being aggressively asked if they liked dick.

Whatever rose-tinted glasses Izuku was wearing, Kirishima wanted a pair too.

Katsuki calmly put in his digits and his name. He knew Izuku knew his name, but still, he liked the feeling of making himself known to Izuku. As soon as Katsuki went to hand Izuku his phone, a calendar notification pinged.

“Sorry, I really must go! I’ll text you, Katsuki. And Kirishima, it was a pleasure seeing you again.”

Kirishima and Katsuki both waved to Izuku and sadly said their goodbyes. They were impressed that Izuku was able to spare them a minute in the first place with how intense his schedule must be.

Izuku walked away with a pep in his step. Kirishima had been busy sending the video to himself when Katsuki’s voice reached his ears against his will.

“I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” sighed Katsuki, clearly admiring Izuku’s ass-sets.

Kirishima cringed, staring at Katsuki as if he’d been betrayed. “Bro, I love you… but I’m going to need you to stop talking.”

Katsuki gave Kirishima a swift punch to the arm before snatching his phone back. “Never speak of this to anyone. Let’s grab lunch… fuck interviewing anyone else.”

More than happy to stop where they were, Kirishima started walking to the one restaurant nearby he knew they both enjoyed. Katsuki smiled at his phone when he almost immediately got a text from Izuku.

Katsuki wasn’t planning on letting Izuku go after having a taste.

[aheckinmess]

Morosis [Bakugo] (Fluff)

(One-Shot 3/? in a collection of My Hero Academia Reader one-shots posted regularly once a month - sometimes more.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo, Mina Ashido, Kirishima Eijiro, Toru Hagakure, Ochaco Uraraka, Asui Tsuyu, Momo Yaoyorozu, Class 1-A, Mostly Fluff with a Dash of Angst, Romantic Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Katsuki Bakugo-centric, Katsuki Bakugo Swears a Lot, Pining Katsuki Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo is a Dork, Reader-Insert, Reader Has a Quirk, Reader Goes to the Mall, With All of Class 1-A, It's Wholesome and Sweet, and Then There's Bakugo

Word Count: 967 words

Summary: While hanging out with Class 1-A at the mall, you and Bakugo end up standing beside each other, and he has a comment about a manga that you start arguing about with him.

Author's Note: I wrote this because someone on Quotev requested I write Bakugo x Reader, but it was inspired by this post on Tumblr. Hope you enjoy!

Morosis: (n.) the stupidest of stupidities

When the girls from 1-A invite you to the mall with them, you don’t expect it to turn into such a big affair. Whispered words and presented plans travel around until the entirety of 1-A walks together through the large building.

This arrangement both thrills and bothers you. While it’s true that being with the whole class allows you to send unassuming glances in Bakugo’s direction, it is equally true that Bakugo is, well, an asshole.

But dammit if he isn’t your type.

“(Name), where do you want to go first?” Mina rambles, her head twisting this way and that, eyes glowing as she settles into her element. “Ooo! We should go to Sephora first! They’ve released some new brands that look like they might work with my complexion!” 

“Sure, we can hit up make-up first. I want to check out some video games and the bookstore at some point, though.” You beam.

“Oh, yes! I have a list of books I need to search for.” Momo agrees.

You take note that Ochaco and Tsu linger behind, so you slow your pace so that you’re in the back with them. It’s important to you to keep surveillance on the group as a whole, always keeping a watch out for danger. 

“Were you wanting to look for a specific game, ribbit?” Tsu asks, side-stepping a toddler squealing happily towards a photo booth. 

“I’ve been meaning to look and see if the sequel to Dazzling Designer has come out yet. I’ve got 300 hours logged on the first game, and I wasn’t disappointed when I saw the trailer for the sequel.” 

“My favorite is Amphibious Adventures.”

“That fits.” You laugh, picking up a lip tint tester and swatching the color on the inside of your wrist. You crinkle your nose and then set it aside. 

“I like more casual games, ribbit. They don’t stress me out as much.”

“I can understand that.” You continue searching for a shade to your liking. “Do you like dating simulators, then?”

“Some of them. Others just aren’t made well.” Tsu shrugs.

 You carry on like this for some time, everyone helping each other find what they want or engaging in idle chatter while you ponder where Bakugo might have gone with his posse. He gives me sports store vibes. The image of Bakugo in a plaid shirt and mountain climbing gear suddenly plagues your mind and you smile to yourself.

Well, you thought it was to yourself.

“Ooo, whatcha thinkin’ about?” You jump at the sound of Toru’s voice. “Oops! Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.”

“No, you’re fine.” You chuckle, tucking your hair behind your ear as you move on. “Did you find anything you liked, Toru?” 

“Nah. It’s hard to find much since I’m invisible.” As you start walking towards the door to wait on the others to finish up.

“Oh, yeah, that has to be frustrating.” You empathize.

You’re careful to keep control of your wandering thoughts afterwards, feeling successful since you dodged her question. But when you all start walking again, you can’t stop your eyes from searching for the Bakusquad. You think you catch sight of Kirishima’s red hair, but are promptly redirected when Momo gets giddy and guides the lot of you into the bookstore.

 The beautiful sight of colorful spines and the entrancing smell of leather bound pages calls to you like a siren song. Within seconds, everyone loses themselves to the luxury of lexicon around them, going in their own direction.

You head towards the manga first, hoping to find an affordable copy from your favorite series. You get distracted a few times with other titles that you’ve been interested in, but when you make it to your initial goal, Bakugo stands in front of the shelf.

You tense at first, but clear your throat and stand next to him, scouring the shelves for what you want. Even though he doesn’t say a word, you feel the heat of his presence beside you. Damn, if he wasn’t such an asshole, I’d ask him out. Since he’s minding his own business, you mind yours. However, when you reach for the book you want, Bakugo breaks the silence.

“Hmph. You read Music House?” He asks. Do his eyes soften?

“U-Uh, yeah.” You reply, shocked that he’s talking to you. Maybe he’s not as bad as he seems.

“Good manga, but I bet your favorite character is Hikaru, isn’t it?”

I take it all back. You frown at his comment.

“What’s wrong with Hikaru?”

 “Tch. Knew it.” Bakugo smirks, looking over the selection and grabbing a volume that’s several copies ahead of you in the series. “The only chicks that like Hikaru are the ones that don’t know a man when they see one.”

“Oh, yeah? Well who’s your favorite character, huh? I bet it’s Vesper!” 

“Duh, she’s a badass and not a weak extra like Hikaru!”

“But Vesper likes Hikaru…and Hikaru isn’t weak!” You growl out, stepping closer to him with a pointed finger on his chest. “In fact, he reminds me of you!”

“Me? That weak bastard reminds you of me? Are you calling me weak?!” He hisses, getting in your face.

“I told you, Hikaru’s not weak!” You ground out before shoving him one good time. “You’re not weak, Bakugo, you’re just oblivious. You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid!”

  You don’t know why you said it, but when his hand grips your jaw and rough lips assault yours, you’re not complaining. Your eyes flutter and when you sway a bit when he pulls away, dazed as you look at him.

“Now who looks stupid?” He says with a cheeky grin and flushed cheeks.

And he leaves you dumbfounded in the aisle.

[tulipic]

date night (kirishima ejirou x gn. reader)

( pov: i write something sweet and mushy and cornier than a farmer's shit for no reason )

Quietly, you crack the door to your room a little. The creak resounds down the dark dorm halls, making you wince on spot. "Don't get caught," you mutter, digging your nails into your palm. "Don't get caught."

You slip through the small, open gap and start running, not sparing a glance behind you. As long as you don't get caught, it'll be worth it.

You and Kirishima will finally have an uninterrupted date.

"The first one was, but the rest sucked."

"So, you gotta boyfriend?"

"Why? You wanna ask me out?"

"Is this a make out movie?" Kirishima whispers, eyebrows raised in mock shock. You shift your position on his shoulder. Smiling, you say, "Wait till the slasher shows up."

He puts his arms round your right arm; you lean into it, sighing contently. Sure, he was almost suffocating you due to his big ass muscles. Sure, you both had already seen this movie. Does that mean this date was a flop?

Nope. You take another sip of soda, stifling a laugh. Kirishima slowly blinks at you, nervously scratching the top of his head. "Am I missing something? Or are you laughing at a gutting?"

"Oh, it's just that I happen to love you." He grins and holds onto you even tighter, like you're a jewel: hard to find but worth it.

"Well," he draws out the pronunciation, "I got somethin' to say!" He abruptly gets up, leaving you falling against his bed pillows, amused.

"Yeah?" He nods excitedly, fists held out in front of him, shoulders tense. You can't begin to understand what he's alluding too, but you sit up. He opens his mouth to speak but –

Quiet snickers arise from Kirishima's closet. "Shut your laughin' ass up, Kaminari!"

"Bro's about to say something mushy and romantic, it's either I laugh or cry!"

You collapse face first back onto the the bed, shouting cuss words into the mattress. The noises from the closet quickly shut up. Kirishima softly rubs the small of your back. "I'm so sorry. I told them that it wasn't cool and they said they'd stop but..." His voice cracks a little.

You roll over. You reach up and cup his cheek, gently stroking the spot with your thumb. You attempt a small smile to cheer him up. His friend group had tagged along as three third wheels for awhile. At first, it was amusing, even fun.

But, it gotta annoying (hella) fast. Tonight was supposed to be a private date, and well ... it wasn't anymore. A deep, lingering sigh escapes your throat.

Kirishima hangs his head in shame. "I thought tonight would be just us. I had a big surprise." He leans in and your foreheads are touching, the warmth between the two of you shared in silence. It turns into a hug, and it's only then that you hear the closet door open.

You catch a glimpse of the three goon hero students exiting the room with remorseful eyes glancing back at you. You nod briefly in their direction before meeting Kirishima's eyes again.

You lift up his chin and unwrap his arms from around you. "Go ahead ahead and tell me your surprise," you softly whisper. His familiar grin slowly returns to his face.

"Right." He takes a step back while holding your hand. He gives it a squeeze and then lets go. "I wanted it to be just us tonight because," He gets down on one knee. "I got something important to ask."

You cover your mouth in disbelief. Blood rushes to your face making you feel warm all of a sudden. You take a seat back on the bed. He scratches his neck, sudden self consciousness affecting his voice.

"We're about to graduate, but I know I don't wanna be out there without you, so, uh, will you," He anxiously digs around in his pocket. You rub your arms with sweaty palms. Can't he just get to the part where you say yes? He pulls out a black, velvet-coated box and opens it.

"Marry me?"

[lavenpop20]

Tokyo ghoul masterlist!

! mostly smut so mdni !

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[yalocalfanficaddict]

Sick of Your Face (KiriBaku sickfic)

Katsuki awoke with his throat on fire. The pressure in his head throbbed. Nausea churned in his stomach. He sneezed so hard that small fireworks shot from his hands. The sneeze was like a gateway that broke as snot began to run down his nose. At the time, Katsuki thought it was a good idea to sniff it back up, but his throat screamed in protest, and a noise of scratchy irritation formed behind his lips.

He should probably go back to bed. The idea was tempting enough, but what type of hero would he be if a mild cold got him down?

I'll get some Tylenol and water for my throat. That'll kick it in the ass, Katsuki thought as he swung his legs out of bed.

Once he finished dressing into his uniform, Katsuki went to the bathroom facilities, where he found Kaminari and Todoroki brushing their teeth. "Oh, hey, Bafuhoe!" Kaminari mumbled around his toothbrush.

Todoroki spat into the sink in front of him and wiped his chin. "Hello, Bakugou." With no toothbrush in his mouth, it was easy for the peppermint bitch to pronounce his name correctly.

Katsuki gave a small grunt of recognition, only to regret it shortly afterward. Dammit. Why'd everything gotta hurt so much? He glared at both of them through his lashes. As if to send the message that he didn't want to talk to anybody.

"You're awfully quiet, Bakugou. Is something wrong?" Todoroki inquired as he watched Katsuki's movements through the mirror. Katsuki tried to ignore him but felt a muscle in his jaw twitch as he stepped towards the sink he claimed at the beginning of dorm life.

Kaminari spat into his sink, then rinsed it clean. "Wait a minute....yeah, you're right, dude!" Kaminari threw his head back into a laugh. "Did all your yelling and screaming catch up to ya—? Ouch!"

Iida had stepped in and had given the walking electrical outlet a smack upside his head and a stern lecture to follow. Katsuki popped open his mirror cupboard and used it to hide his tiny smirk of satisfaction. It served that little discounted crackhead, Zeus, right.

After rooting for the medicine, Katsuki closed the mirror door—clack. Twisted the faucet's handles—squeak, squeak. And waited for the perfect temperature—shaaaaw.

Katsuki wasn't one to be insecure about his looks, but his sickly complexion made him more self-conscious about it. His face was grey, except for his nose and under-eyes. His nose was more red than the spiky mop on Kirishima's head. Katsuki's under-eyes were a mix of pink from the rubbing and purple from his sleepless night. His lips were cracked and dry. And then his once ruby-sharp, fiery to the point of volcanic eyes were dulled to nothing more than a pair of sunken-in velvet and doormat ones.

All in all, he looked like shit.

He placed the recommended dosage on his tongue and cupped his hands for a makeshift cup. With each sip he took, a grimace followed. To keep the rest of him healthy, Katsuki washed his face—being careful around his nose, and brushed his teeth—making the situation worse for his throat. Katsuki didn't bother fixing his half-tucked button-up, or his hair, which was pressed down in some areas and wild in others.

When Katsuki stepped out into the common area, he sniffed to stop more snot from dripping. He didn't use the back of his hand. It was unhygienic. Also, people could've thought he was weak by using the back of his hand to stop the mucus from leaking.

"Bakubro!" an annoying voice called, causing Katsuki to snap his head up and away from the turmoil of his muddled thoughts. It was Kirishima with a wide shark-toothed smile and his hand held up in greeting.

Once Katsuki realized that the walking boulder wanted a high-five, he kept his hands in his pockets. Instead, Katsuki jerked his head in acknowledgment and stomped to the kitchen.

Ashido and Aoyama were nibbling away and some cream-cheese bagels as Katsuki pawed around at the contents in the fridge. The only soft thing for his throat was peach-flavored yogurt. Katsuki internally groaned as he snatched the item and a spoon from the nearby drawer. As he ate his light breakfast, the room began to notice his lack of...noise. If he wasn't sick, he would've been kicking and screaming about something by now.

Katsuki downed the small cup and tossed it in the trash. Stupid Tylenol...shit's not even working yet.

●•●•●•●

It wasn't odd for Bakugou to ignore Eijirou's high-fives. He never was one for physical contact, so Eijirou didn't take it personally. But what bothered him was how quiet Bakugou was. During class and training, Bakugou spoke the bare minimum. When he did, his voice was nasally and hoarse.

Eijirou figured it was more than just a sore throat from all his screaming. Bakugou's posture was more hunched. He winced whenever he sniffed. Bakugou struggled to keep his eyes open during training and wobbled after one of his explosions on occasion.

English class had finished, and Eijirou was waiting for Bakugou past the doorway. Present Mic called for Bakugou, but Eijirou was willing to wait a little longer. When the teacher's voice grew louder, Eijirou knew he shouldn't eavesdrop. But he couldn't help it. Eijirou wanted to know what was wrong with his friend.

"Bakugou, I think you need to go to Recovery Girl to get that cold of yours fixed up," Mic coaxed.

"I'm fine!" he snapped.

A fit of coughs and rough sniffles proved he was lying.

"'Kay, maybe I'm not..."—a frustrated sigh was heaved—"...the best. But I'm not hurt, so she can't help."

Mic sucked his teeth. "Well then, you need to get some rest, kid. You could make others sick and things worse for you."

Bakugou grumbled. "Fine,"

Is Bakugou sick? I need to help him recover, Eijirou thought as he stepped back into the room. "Excuse me?" Eijirou awkwardly chuckled and rubbed the nape of his neck. "I was kinda eavesdropping and—"

"What the hell?!" Bakugou yelled before his face pinched in irritation, and a fit of coughs scratched his throat. It got bad to the point where he doubled over a little.

"Sorry, but I just thought...what if I help you while you're sick? If you don't want me to, that's fine!" Eijirou quickly added when he saw Bakugou starting to fume.

"Hell no! Get lost, shitty-hair idiot."

Mic cleared his throat to refocus the group back to him. "Seems like a wonderful idea, Kirishima! Wasn't Aizawa talking about being able to rely on others?" He whipped out finger guns, one for each student. "I'll tell your teacher to cut some slack for your homework for the next couple of days."

And just like that, the teacher was gone, leaving the students alone.

Bakugou glowered and Eijirou and jammed his hands into his pockets. "Whatever. Just don't make this a big deal." Bakugou croaked as he began to leave. Eijirou promptly followed, not wanting to fail his new job.

●•●•●•●

Goddammit! He won't stop following me like a stray puppy! Katsuki yelled internally. Even though he wasn't talking, his throat was burning.

"Go get ready for bed, bro. I'll be back to bring you some supper," his new caretaker chimed. Katsuki slammed the door before Eijirou could continue blabbering and rested his head against the wood. His head pounded, and his nose started to drip again. Katsuki sniffed the snot back up. He didn't want to use another one of those damn tissues. It would be like asking for help, and he didn't need it...he didn't want it. But he felt so run down and exhausted that he couldn't put up a fight to not have help.

Katsuki changed into his favorite skill t-shirt and shorts. Even though Present Mic asked for more time for submissions, Katsuki sunk into his desk chair and began his work. Katsuki's eyelids were heavy, and his headache worsened with each equation answered. But his efforts were all for naught when his head hit the workbook's pages.

"Hey...hey, buddy," a soft voice called. He felt a warm hand gently shake his shoulder. Katsuki squeezed his eyelids before slowly peeling them open.

Katsuki felt like he was about to pass out. Which was strange because he had just woken up. "God," he rasped, "Fuck...how'd you get in?" Katsuki's throat was drier than the Sahara desert. He sat up, causing the room to spin and the corners of his vision to darken.

"You left the door unlocked and didn't open when I knocked," Kirishima admitted with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I took so long. I had to wash my hair gel out. I also made you some soup."

Katsuki felt like his nap made things worse.

Kirishima sat the bowl on the table. "C'mere," he ushered. Kirishima stretched out his hands.

Katsuki swatted them away. "Don't...don't need your stupid help," Katsuki grumbled. He stumbled out of his chair. The room spun and darkened again as an arm snaked around his waist.

"Woah there! Careful, bro. Don't need you hitting your head now!" Kirishima joked.

Looking up at him with hazy eyes, Katsuki noticed Kirishima's half-up hairstyle, still damp from the shower. And how his jawline and collarbone still glistened from the rushed hygiene check. Katsuki tried to stand up straighter, but his knees were weak. Katsuki's neck and face felt hot. Was he running a fever?

Kirishima helped Katsuki into his bed and went back to the desk. Once Kirishima placed the water and soup on the nightstand, he paced around the room. He pointed upward in a "Eureka!" movement. "Can't forget to check you for a fever."

He held the thermometer up to Katsuki's lips. "This is a little—" Kirishima popped the thermometer into Katsuki's mouth. He wanted to gag at the metallic taste. "This is a little overkill," he croaked.

"I just need some sleep. Get lost, idiot." Katsuki muttered as he pulled the thermometer out of his mouth. He placed it on his nightstand and rolled over, pulling the blankets past his chin.

Kirishima's enthusiastic smile slowly dropped. "Oh, okay. You know where my room is if you need anything, right?" Katsuki nodded, staring at the wall.

Footsteps padded out of his room. Katsuki waited until he heard the door click before and sat back up. He grabbed the glass and downed the water. Katsuki flinched at the first gulp but was thankful for how the cool water soothed his throat.

Once the water was gone, he eyed the suspicious soup. He didn't trust it. Katsuki rolled over and went to bed, too tired to do anything else.

●•●•●•●

"Hey Kiri, how's it going?" Sero asked.

Eijirou flopped onto the couch with a sigh mixed with a groan. "He didn't want to take my help. But he's going to get worse if he doesn't. He was so tired, he almost passed out, for crying out loud!"

Asui and Hagakure sat on the loveseat beside the couch Eijirou and Sero rested on. "It's that bad?" Hagakure marveled, "He never was sick before. You'd think that how much he takes care of himself, he wouldn't be sick like this."

"I mean, it's good that he's sleeping. But he can't sleep while getting food, medicine, or anything else. I just feel like I have to help him because he's done so much for me. It's like I owe him, you know? Not to mention that he relies on himself too much."

Sero gave Eijirou a comforting pat on the knee. "He can be...rough, most of the time. But keep trying 'cause he needs to accept that he needs to ask for help."

Eijirou grinned. "Thanks, guys." He stood and adjusted his pants. "I should probably go and check up on him. Let me know if anyone needs anything."

Nobody said anything as he left.

He carefully crept into Bakugou's room. Eijirou made as little to no sound as possible to not wake him. Eijirou made a face when he saw the untouched bowl of soup but was glad the water was gone. He placed a hand on Bakugou's forehead. To his surprise, he was shivering but boiling to the touch. Eijirou took his now sweaty palm and wiped it on his pant leg. Despite his almost always angry appearance, Bakugou was most at peace in his sleep. Like a baby, really.

The bed springs creaked under his weight as Eijirou grabbed the bowl of lukewarm soup. "Hey, buddy. I'm gonna need you to sit up for me, okay?" Eijirou urged as he stirred the spoon in the bowl.

Bakugou groaned. "Fuck off,"

"Listen, man, I'm here to help you. I don't care how much you fight back. You need my help to get better." Eijirou huffed. "Now sit up. You need to eat."

Bakugou reluctantly sat up as Eijirou held the spoon up to his lips. His hand was cupped underneath so none of the soup dripped onto the blankets.

"There. Was that so hard?" Eijirou asked as Bakugou took his first swallow. Bakugou gave Eijirou the finger.

Once the bowl was drained, Eijirou gave Bakugou an affectionate head rub. "Good job, man," he praised. Bakugou didn't protest except for an irritated grumble. Eijirou gathered the glass cup, bowl, and abandoned thermometer. "I'll be right back, okay?"

Bakugou rubbed his eyes as he struggled to stay awake. "Whatever, idiot."

Eijirou left the bed and paced into Bakugou's personal bathroom. He took the washcloth and ran it under the running sink water. After it soaked, Eijirou cut off the water and squeezed the cloth tight.

When Eijirou returned to the bedroom, Bakugou was still sitting up and swaying slightly. Eijirou sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Lay down. I'll try to bring your fever down while you get some sleep."

He gave an idle nod and sank back into the blankets. Eijirou scooted closer and began dabbing the cloth along Bakugou's forehead. Eijirou began to hum whatever soft tunes that came to mind. Anything that would help his ailing friend slip into a deep sleep.

"You...you tell anyone about this, and you're dead. Got that...hair for..." Bakugou trailed off as sleep slowly took him.

A soft chuckle tickled Eijirou's lips. "Sure thing, bro,"

After Bakugo's temperature went down, Eijirou left his room as quietly as possible and went to bed.

[livvyisb0red]

Kirishima dating someone with…here me out…a cat quirk??? I’ve never been a huge fan of neko fics however this is an idea I can get behind. They’re quirk would be similar to Tsu or Hawks in the sense that they aren’t fully a cat but have weaponized cat-like abilities.

[thegoodshit-ficrecs]

Stars in Your Eyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17504813

Title: Stars in Your Eyes Author:  Fanficismything @fanficwrites (not confirmed) Rating: General Audiences Fandom: My Hero Academia Locked/Unlocked

Completed- 1 Chapter Published- January 22, 2019

Additional Tags:

Songfic

pure fluff

Love Confessions

Emotional Gay Boys

Handsome man

Summary:    

He worked hard for this, setting everything up with the help of his friends, practicing for weeks, but now was the night. Nothing could stop him now, Kirishima was already on his way down and he had to do it, he couldn't back down.

Tonight was the night Bakugo was going to confess to Kirishima and hopefully his song would get the message across to his handsome man....

[lilacgaby]

‧₊˚ what are we?

...nothing. right?.₊˚⊹

convienence. a means to end. that's all this was for both of you right? when katsuki is fed up with the crazed fangirls who just won't leave him alone, he works out a deal with you. it was just coincidence he had a huge crush on you.

☆pair. 2ndyear!katsuki x reader. tags. fake dating!trope, fluff, reader is academically flopping for a bit, pet names, cursing, fighting (verbal), happy ending wc. 6k

ღnote. sorry that this took so long lol! i wrote this in chapter form if you'd like to read it here, but this one shot is the same thing.

post-war brought troubles for a lot of the students in class 1-A. especially bakugo katsuki.

he had to completely relearn how to write with his other hand, had to learn how to fight without injury to it.

and he had to learn to deal with his crazy amount of fangirls.

his fight had been broadcasted, the manner in which he pushed himself to the very brink broadcasted to the world. his victory brought spoils, though not in a way he expected.

he didn't expect to be chased down the hallways every morning, to have a line of girls wanting his autograph as he ate. he didn't expect to be gifted things, things they just assumed he liked, but couldn't be farther from the truth.

luckily, you seemed to like chocolate. he found refuge these days sitting on the roof floor of U-A next to you during lunch, passing you the chocolate gifts he'd been given.

he hated chocolate. but to be honest, he loved seeing you smile.

"thanks 'suki." you said for the nth time, picking the best chocolates out of the box and leaving the gross ones alone.

"yeah." he sighed, glancing at you occasionally as he moved to support the weight of his head with his hands. he found himself speechless around you often. words failing as he leant into the comfort of your presence.

you were about to say something, he thinks. your mouth was open though the blaring of the bell cut you off. "oh, let's go 'suki." you said, holding your hand out to him.

he took it, letting you pull him up and holding onto your hand for just a second too long. you dumped the rest of the chocolates in a trash can and made your collective way down to 1-A. you laughed at how he seemed to try and hide behind you, eyes darting around for the general course girls who seemed to have nothing better to do than follow him around.

they didn't come though. he saw a group of them but when they saw your proximity to him..

they left him alone.

a lightbulb went off in his head, he mentally kicked himself for not thinking of it sooner. as he sat in class, eyeing your seat between momo and jirou, he thought about how he'd ask you.

test papers were being passed out, graded ones. "yo man," kirishima started, looking over his paper, "what'd you get?"

katsuki scoffed. "what do you think? another 100, easy as shit."

kaminari groaned beside him, "you're cheating or something! i got an 80."

"that's high for someone like you!"

"hey!"

"aw man, i got a 70. you're so manly bakubro!"

"yeah, guess i am."

katsuki tried to resist the turning of his head, he really did. but he wanted to know what score you got, if you did well. though from the expression on your face and the way momo patted you on the back,

not to mention the red ink used all over your paper. he knew you didn't.

"man this totally sucks!" you exclaimed, your hands clutching the paper of your test. "i studied and everything, i don't even need math, im a hero for crying out loud!"

jirou's teases and momo's comforts faded into the background as he only focused on you, and the nagging feeling for him to help you.

with another ring of the bell and a sigh from mr. aizawa, katsuki left early to try and beat the crowd of girls who seemed to pounce on him.

he didn't though, he found himself at the entrance at U-A, almost to freedom when the crowd pointed at him, "that's him! i can't believe it!"

"dynamite, an autograph please?"

"hey- don't be so casual. it's lord explosion--"

"who cares? i want a photo!"

at that, they chased him. all his progress down the stairs and through the halls was gone as he was led right back down to class 1-A. he stupidly lead himself right back into a corner.

his head darted around, until he noticed a tuft of familiar hair in the classroom. you hadn't left? oh well, he needed your help and quick.

you were sobbing internally, looking over your horrific test score with a sad expression. a 70? you might as well just drop out now.

as the hours of studying you'd done for waste passed over in your mind, a noise caught you off guard.

he had burst in, making your deflated form jump off the desk. "katsuki, don't scare me like that!"

he rushed over to your side, grabbing your hand off where it was hanging limply on the desk. "be my girlfriend for a second."

the words barely even processed in your brain before you were being manhandled off the desk, your mind rushed to catch up. "wait-- wha-"

before you knew it you were led towards the door of obsessed fan girls. his hand was intertwined tightly with yours, a slight flush on his face.

"listen up." he started, making his fans shush eachother. "my girlfriend hasn't been appreciating all your bullshit. and neither have i, so for the love of god stop it already."

he pulled you alongside him, "move." a path opened for the two of you, letting you two through. he walked you to the entrance, no words spoken between the two of you until you stopped infront of the lockers where you'd keep your shoes.

"[name]-- uh." he took a breath, his heart sped up rapidly around you. it sped up at the simple tilt of your head.

"so. if you help me with this shit, i'll tutor you.

or whatever."

a hand was behind his head, his averted eyes now focusing on you as he awaited your answer with baited breath.

you had an expression of thoughtfulness on your face. your finger on your chin as you looked up to the ceiling to think.

'have everyone think youre dating a cute boy and get a tutor?'

the pinkie of your hand shot out, a closed eye smile on your face. "i'm in!"

a soft smile graced his lips, his pinkie intertwining with yours and sealing his fate in more ways than one.

because you really did have him wrapped around your finger. literally and figuratively.

"let's go to my room so we can talk over it!"

you really were going to be the death of him.

it's not like he'd never been to your room, just not in a situation like this.

not when he'd declared himself your boyfriend an hour earlier, not when his hands were sweaty with his nervousness, and not when you'd agreed so hastily to be his.

he wondered if you'd accept if anyone else asked you. if izuku or todoroki had been facing this situation instead of him.

"'suki?" you patted the side of your bed next to you, "sit with me."

he sighed, the thoughts disappearing from his mind at your words. he really was whipped for you.

"yeah, yeah. i'm goin'" he sat beside you, oddly stiffer than normal. he held his own hands as he waited for you to say something.

"okay, so, we should have like-- a plan or something right?"

"a plan? what the fuck for?"

"like so we don't get caught faking this or whatever. if they find out your fans will just come back running, no?"

he shuddered at the thought. "yeah, don't wanna deal with that shit."

"right? so the first part of our plan, is that everyone has to think we're dating. cool?"

katsuki's mind was racing. cool? more like the best thing that would happen to him. he felt as if everyone knew of his crush on you.. except for you.

being to say he was all yours and that you were all his, even if it was a lie..

"yeah, it's cool."

"great, that's really the only thing we had to establish. we hang out a lot anyways so, we'll just have to be affectionate or something to seal the deal."

his heart jumped at the idea of hugging you, wrapping an arm around you, holding hands with you in public. the ghost of a smile came over him.

"right."

"cool. so nothing else matter--"

"we're starting your studying shit tomorrow. the next test is next week, so we don't have time to play around [name]."

"ughh. i wish you forgot about that." your head fell into your hands. "i hate math, what do i even need it for?"

"advanced math, nothing really. but estimates are important in hero work. estimating time, the abilities of your body, the amount of civilians, all that stuff."

"you're such a nerd."

"hah?"

he continued explaining the importance of math to you despite your grievances. his finger was pointed in the air, you swore you could see the need emoji popping over his face.

your eyes closed, the weight of the day, your grade, and the thought of studying alongside a nerd like katsuki tiring you to no avail. you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder.

you could hear the thumping of his heart, the racing of his blood in his veins. it rocked you to sleep, "wake me up later, m' a take a nap." you mumbled against his shoulder, before falling asleep.

his mouth shut, eyes peeled on your body that now clung to his side. his face grew hot, when did it get so hot in your damn room?

he tried his best to stay awake, to let you nap and wake you up in the morning. but as the clock hit eight o clock, the time he was supposed to head back to his dorm.. he found himself stuck in place.

not by an invisible force, not by some obligation. it was only the thought of wanting to be with you, next to you. wanting to let the comfort of your weight next to him drive himself to sleep.

so he did. he fell asleep, letting his head lay on top of yours, holding your body closer to his. shutting his eyes.

the light of the sun woke him up first, you didn't close your blinds yesterday, and the sun shined brightly,

directly into his face. he groaned, his voice deep from sleep as he peeled himself off of you. he was confused from fatigue, wondering why he was still in your room.

he felt an arm around his waist, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes to see it was you who was holding him close. he thinks you were using him in place of your huge teddy bear, the one laid neatly in the corner of your bed.

his heart rate quickened once again, wanting to go back to his room, but fighting the urge to stay looking at you.

an absentminded hand moved a couple strands of your hair out your face, pinching your cheek when he got bold.

you don't wake up, he sighed a breath of relief. 'til he felt your body start to stir, you pushed your head more into his chest, your eyes finally starting to open slightly.

"oh? g'morning kat'." you were sleepy, your words slightly slurred and muffled from how you were pressed against him.

"you slept here?" you asked, pulling away from him as you moved to stretch your upper body.

"uh-- yeah." he was once again lost for words at the sight of you, your shirt slightly pulled up from how you'd slept, your hair messy from the lack of a protective style before sleep.

"sorry for waking you up then, 'suki."

"no, i was already up. i just didn't wanna wake you."

"well, you failed." you joked. "anyways, you should get out of here soon, if iida sees you he'll probably flip out and tell mr. aizawa."

"right."

"let's walk to class together!" you clasped his hands in yours. "okay?"

you were going to be the death of him once again. "okay."

you let go and he got up, ruffling his hair slightly and looking back at you who sent him a small smirk and wave. before slowly walking out your door. he did his best to keep his movements quiet and minimal.

he was at the elevator, before uraraka walked out. shit. "bakugo? what are you doing here?"

"uh.. got lost."

her face scrunched in confusion, a knowing smile on her face after a second. "right.. tell [name] good morning for me."

".. tell her yourself." he got into the elevator, already seeing the grin in uraraka's face as he went up a floor to his room.

the same grin everyone greeted him with as he went to sit next to you in the common room, having made you some breakfast. he and you were all ready, you had refreshed your hair from when he was playing with it, simple makeup and your uniform ironed. he admired you while he ate his meal.

"ah, thanks 'suki."

"mhm."

you moved to whisper in his ear, "why's everyone looking at us?"

"fuck if i know."

"so you two lovebirds aren't gonna say anything?" denki said, putting his hands on his hips as he looked you two over.

"'bout what?"

"that you two are totally dating!" mina exclaimed, pointing at you. "and you didn't say anything? wow [name], i thought.. we were closer than that." she mock fully cried.

katsuki was about to say something, you cut him off though. "i thought everyone knew?" with a tilt of your head, a question mark almost visible from the blank expression you wore.

the class only sighed, kirishima shrugged his shoulders. "yeah, we should've guessed. i mean bakugo had a obvious crush on you for the longest."

"yeah, good looks man." sero gave him a thumbs up.

"tch. let's go [name]." he sat up, placing his and your finished dishes in the sink before you followed behind him.

"right! bye guys!"

you grabbed his hand as you walked out the door. nobody was around, there was no need to keep up appearances now.

but that didn't stop him from holding your hand tighter.

and that didn't stop you from clinging even more to his side.

it seemed you two were now together all the time. a clingy couple is what you seemed like to your friends, and more importantly his fans.

at lunch he could now be in the cafeteria again, you were stuck his side as you ate, an arm around you as you shared his food, insisting his cooking was better than the U-A food.

you were caged in by his body, you really did just look like a sappy couple to everyone.

during class, he was caught glancing at you. a lot. he'd roll his eyes and pretend nothing even happened, but everyone knew he was far gone.

during training, as you sparred you noticed he was going harder on you than before. some would think that because you were his crush he wouldn't get so aggressive,

too bad katsuki only wanted to push you harder, get you to show the strength he saw you unleash on those villains in the war. he wanted you to be stronger beside him, if he was number one, he'd want you to be ranked closely to him, because he knew you were strong enough.

that didn't mean it wasn't any more hard to fight him, the man was a maniac.

"you can chill out you know!"

"what? can't take it?!"

"no, slow your fucking roll!" you barely dodged his other attack, just barely moving out the way as he threw an explosion in your direction.

you now had met the conditions to use your quirk, comeback. by generating a max of 8 orbs, they'd absorb energy that you could use back for your offense. the only downside?

melee attacks couldn't be absorbed at all.

a kick to your legs sent you to the ground, you dispersed one of your orbs with the explosion stored inside of it.

"be nice and let me win!!"

"no."

he dodged your attack and pinned you to the ground. he won.

"you're so mean 'suki." you shoved him off you, making him grunt. "a good boyfriend would've let me win!"

a nagging voice in the back of his head was telling him he wasn't yours, you weren't his, and that he was only doing this for his convinience.

"well, i guess i'll be a better one next time."

even that voice couldn't deny that the way he cared for you wasn't anything less than real. that even if this relationship was fake, that he was undoubtedly yours. that the way he held his hand out to you, lifting you as gently as he could fathom.

"wanna go again?" he asked, a boyish smirk on his face.

"you know it!"

your plan of tiring katsuki out with exercise didn't work, so you found yourself in his room at his desk. showered and wiping the dew off your neck with a towel, you sat in front of him with a book splayed open.

he was hammering topic after topic into you.. statistics or something? you weren't really paying attention, you were more interested in the bulge of his muscles out of his tank top.

his words were a blur when you suddenly found yourself reaching a hand out to feel his muscle,

your hand squeezing it.

'firm. hm.' you thought, until he pulled you away, an incredulous look on his face. "this is why your class ranking keeps falling [name]. focus!"

"how can i focus with you in front of me? it's like dancing a donut in front of a cop!" you whined, face planted onto his desk.

"you're.. insane."

"you love me though, don't you?" the words slipped out of your lips without a second thought, your face flushing slightly. "oops, sorry! almost forgot you arent my like-- real boyfriend!"

he swore he heard a bit of disappointment in your voice, felt a bit of reluctance in your movements as you pulled away at him, saw a bit of longing in your eyes.

"uh.. yeah. 's fine. let's just.. take a break." he said, motioning over to lay on his bed and do nothing for a little while.

if you would've told him a couple months ago that he'd be sat, face to face, body next to body, hands awkwardly close to each other as you remained in silence. you'd had a movie on in the background, something stupid he thought. not like he payed attention to it at all.

it was comfortable, being around you. he'd be a liar if he said that he didn't like the fact that everyone now thought you were his and vice versa. not just his fans, not just yours, but your mutual friends. family.

"do you wanna try again?" he asked after a while, voice soft and his hand moving to rub his eyes. it was his bedtime, eight o clock sharp, but he'd break it for you.

"hm? to be honest no." you moved to face him. "you look tired anyways 'suki, you should sleep."

he grumbled, his eyes closing slightly as he slowly swatted your hand away from his face, his grip lingering on your wrist.

"right." he yawned. he didn't know if it was the sleep or impulse, maybe a mixture of both. but he pulled you closer to him. making you crash against his chest with his head in the nook of your neck.

"stay." he uttered, his breath flush against your neck making the hairs stand up.

"katsuki?" you thought you were dreaming. you'd move to pinch yourself if you weren't being pinned down by him.

"please?"

"..okay." your words barely matched your actions. you cuddled more into him, pulling him impossibly closer as you melted into eachother.

a blanket was thrown over the two of you. you fell asleep in his arms, the beating of his heart matching yours as you breathed a sigh of realization.

you were horribly in love with katsuki bakugo. and he was with you.

your 'fake' activities as a couple were coming along a little bit too easily to the two of you.

feeding him a snack in his room as a joke, him finding out he kind of liked being babied, him blackmailing you so you shut up.

all couple things. normal couple activity.

you didn't even have to continue those things behind closed doors, but it just came so naturally. it seemed wrong not to do it.

it seemed wrong for him not to sling a hand over you, not to hold your hand when it was so close to him, not to move the stray strands of hair and tuck it behind your ear.

it seemed wrong for him not to save a spot for you at lunch, not to wake up a bit earlier and slip out of your sleepy grasp to prepare you a meal alongside his.

not to make some breakfast for you, light or heavy, depending on what he'd learned you preferred.

not to walk with you to class, even walking with you to go see your general studies friend in the morning, leaning against the doorway with a smile on his face as he watched you rave on about a show you'd watched recently.

why wouldn't he do it if he could? why shouldn't he watch your favorite shows just to have things to talk to you about?

he found himself fighting to stay focused during your study sessions now too. he found himself noticing things about you, the smaller things.

how you'd flip your hello kitty pencil around while you were speaking. how you'd bite your lips in concentration, your expressions of disbelief when you actually started getting things correct.

he'd have to cover his hand with his face. you were just too cute.

sometimes he'd even get distracted mid sentence. he was explaining simple things over again, just to make sure you knew what it meant.

but it was hard even keeping eye contact with you.

"so, in this problem x would be.. uh.." he went silent, his mouth open but no words escaping.

"x would be what? 7?" you showed your page of work to him, with a nervous smile. "if it's not right tell me already! i know im kinda dumb, it won't hurt my feelings too bad i swear!"

he looked down back at his page. mentally slamming his head onto the table, before recovering. "yeah, no you're right. you got it."

you slammed the work onto his desk, "finally! then we can break now right?"

"yeah, 'guess so."

"let's do something fun. take a walk, my legs hurt from sitting." you pulled him up by his hand, dragging him to his door. "hurry up!"

he couldn't help the small chuckle that escaped him, you really reminded him of just how young you two were. how he was just a high schooler with a huge crush, how--

"why are you looking at me like that? are you sick?" you placed a hand on his forehead, making him promptly rip it off. a scowl quickly replaced the smile that been on his face moments prior. "no i'm not. let's go."

you walked hand in hand, the sunset the background for your 'date'.

the last few days, he'd been nervous to bring up what was happening between you. he was nervous to ruin the odd relationship you two had, he didn't want to lose you. he thought the things you two had been doing crossed the line between friendship and lovers.

you didn't have to do any of this. though he was sure you knew that already.

"math exam's tomorrow."

"don't remind me! you totally ruined the moment you know."

"you'll pass. i mean, i was your tutor after all. if you fail with me as a teacher? you are a lost cause."

"that's not nice to say." you ripped his hand away from yours, crossing your arms on your chest. "thats really messed up 'suki."

he leant down to face you, the sun goldening you two in its wake as he grew a cocky smirk on his lips. "oh really?"

"yes really."

"n' what're you gonna do about it?" his face was barely an inch away from yours. with a glance to his lips, he moved closer.

he barely pecked you, before he heard a loud, obnoxious idiot speak from behind him.

"[name] and bakugo are totally making out over here!"

denki and kirishima were looking at the two of you, a glare crossed over katsuki's face as he basically dragged you with him back into his dorm. he was about to leave you at your dorm, the hallway empty since curfew was around the corner.

he held your hands in his, running his thumb over the knuckle of yours. he intertwined your fingers, only letting go after a while.

he tilted your head upwards with his two fingers, wordlessly asking for permission. moonlight now struck you two as he moved in.

uninterruptedly, he kissed you. deepening it with a pull of the hand, holding you against him.

he let go after a while, his internal clock signaling it was almost time for curfew.

before he left, he whispered to you. "i don't.. really care what we're labeled. and if this shit is real or not.

i just want to be close to you."

he turned, walking to the elevator. leaving your breathless, with your heart in your throat.

no more words were spoken between you two, not as you screamed into your pillow, and not as he stared up into the ceiling of his room.

you passed that math test. and each assignment that went with it.

the end of the year was now coming quickly, of the school year that is. you and katsuki still kept up your 'act', the activities now stretching to dates after school mixed in with your study sessions.

one's that'd leave the touch of katsuki on you more than the touch of knowledge. but it was working nonetheless.

it was all good between you two, an eternal honeymoon it seemed. after all, by now it had been at least seven months since this began. your class ranking was higher, he no longer had to worry about strolling through the halls, it seemed nothing could get in your way.

well, besides two things.

one: the fact that you two were scared to label in between yourselves yet, too bashful to call him your boyfriend and you his girlfriend in private, yet proud fully admitting it to others.

two, the girl currently straddling him with no regard to you whatsoever. your entire cafeteria table was staring at her, looking at what katsuki would do to move her off.

but when he didn't immediately, didn't immediately curse the girl out and push her off him? you did the job for him.

you yanked the girl by her hair, sending her to the floor with a tray of food falling onto her body. all attention was on you as you stared at katsuki, your mouth agape in anger.

"what the fuck bakugo?" you ignored her, even stepping on her leg slightly as your hands were agitated, your whole body was. you didn't even know why you were jealous. this wasn't real, it never was, he was just playing his role too well.

you should've known katsuki would go too far. he always did.

"babe-- it's not what you think-"

"then what was i looking at? and don't call me that. don't- don't fucking call me anything. we're over."

you knew to him that probably meant something different. you acclaimed the despair in his eyes to the loss of protection, to the loss of ease as he walked in the halls and the lack of paparazzi that'd ask him questions on his love life.

but to him it was so much more.

it was those things, yes. but it was more so the thought of losing you. the thought of the affection over the months being nothing but a memory and not his future. the thought of not having you close to him.

the thoughts of becoming nothing to you, less than a friend.

he didn't know why he didn't move, it was like he physically couldn't. the look in the girl's eyes, the grip she had on him, the weird smile. he recognized her as one of the girls who usually would be in the crowd following him around.

"you don't mean that." his voice sounded more desperate than it had in the whole time he'd met you, more longing slipping through than he intentioned.

but the sun's casting light had moved away from you, casting you in a shadow. "i do mean it. fuck you."

he was going to run after you, to chase you as you slammed your lunch tray into the trash. heading up to the rooftop to he alone.

but a hand, mina's, pulled him back. "i think.. you did enough bakugo."

she went after you instead, promising to bakugo she'd check on you.

fangirls were one thing? but a messy public breakup where you were never really something in the first place? surprisingly worse.

he'd been more snappy lately, his aura making the girls around him keep their distance.

he'd become quieter, closed off. you didn't come to eat lunch with him anymore, obviously. and he didn't go up to the rooftop to join you.

he didn't know how to speak to you, how to explain what happened, how to say that he was sorry.

he ran the scenario in his head a million times, thinking over the girl's quirk that had forced him into place. but it sounded so convenient, like he was lying.

but since your entire relationship was based off of one, he didn't know how to approach the topic in the first place.

a week. a week passed before he could muster up the words to speak to you.

a week of being ignored in the hallways, side glances and being walked off on. a week of not having you by his side, not having you to talk to, to study with,

to kiss.

you were alone on the rooftop, eating silently as you felt a presence behind you. you saw his hair in the shadow and sighed, placing your plate onto the floor next to you. "what?"

"let me talk."

"...fine."

he breathed a sigh, hands balling as he forced the words out. "i know what you saw. and i know it was bad, but listen. that.. girl. she had some quirk on me or something."

he paused, seeing as your movement shifted. he took the fact that you didn't leave as a sign to continue.

"i couldn't move, i would've. you know that. but, it was right for you to be fucking pissed. i'd be too.

and i know, this is my fault in a way. i've been.. a fuckin' loser about this." his hand went up to support his head, his eyes averting from where he felt yours eyeing him.

"i needed to ask you out, officially i mean, a long time ago. it was wrong of me to use you-"

"it wasn't like that and you know it." you moved now to face him, you taking his hands in yours once more.

"what are we? to you i mean."

"right now..

we're nothing, right?"

your eyes widened, his eyes came back to look at yours.

"what?"

the words settled between you, it sent a cold shiver down your spine at the implication.

"wait-- fuck i'm messing this shit up. i mean, we're, not anything right now. we weren't anything."

your heart sank, eyes falling to the floor though your hand still held by him. your bleeding heart was in his grasp too, it was apparent.

"but,

i'd like to be? if you'd have me."

he squeezed your hand tightly. "i, i think i did this all out of order. but, would you go out with me?"

you let out an anxious laugh mixed with emotion. relief? despair? you honestly didn't know. tears burned the corners of your eyes.

"you're-- you're real weird, you know that?"

"is that a no."

"no, it's a yes. i think."

"ya think?"

"you don't get to question me!"

"yeah, whatever." you shared a laugh of relief together. he held you, moving away to bring something out of his pocket.

a small bento box for you.

you gasped at the sight of it, it was so cute. "thank god! i hate this school shit." you sat down, patting the side beside you, prompting him to sit down.

"wow, a heart? don't tell me you like me or something katsuki."

instead of deflecting, of telling you to buzz off, of shoving you lightly, a small smile came over his lips once again. after a beat, he laughed boyishly.

"you caught me."

...

he patted your back as you choked on the heart shaped seaweed.

your first date was cute, a small picnic with the country of musatafu as your backdrop. it was weird, this scene had played out between you two various times. in his room, in public, in private, to everyone else you two had just recovered from a messy breakup. and yet,

your stomachs were filled with butterflies at the affection between you two.

your rank was high, the dates were endless between the two of you now. study dates, just going to cafes, mundane things became more when you were by each others side.

years passed, and your poor dorm was going mostly unused. you'd sleep in his bed most of the time, actually- you'd spent most of your time in his room. he even cleared out a section for you in his closet despite the fact that yours was perfectly fine.

graduation came along, your careers came rushing at the two of you.

you were the top rated woman hero, and he was number one. just like he dreamt, just like he imagined the future would be for the two of you all those years ago.

you were picking out some drinks from the vending machine, a pocky hanging out your mouth as you decided between two flavors.

you finally chose, having two drinks in your hand for you and katsuki when he suddenly dragged you into an alleyway, grunting when he pushed you against the wall.

deja vu? maybe, you felt like you lived through this before, the same mindless stampede of girls rushing past.

"i told you to clip down your hair."

"shut up. don't they even care that we're married now? why do they fucking bother?." he sighed, annoyed as he lightly grabbed the can out your hand, his frustration not matching his actions.

"well, maybe we need something that'd make it even more official." a lightbulb went over the both of your heads. you faced each other, a streetlight letting you see the slight pink tint of his cheeks.

"a ca-"

"a baby."

you laughed, keeling over at the sight of his face that grew impossibly red.

you went home, hand in hand, the photos of the two of you together making rounds in the media again.

but as you laid with his head laid on your lap, your head rested comfortably against the furniture you'd chosen for your home?

you couldn't help but feel like everything worked out perfectly.

and with the new addition of your family laid sleeping on top of katsuki's chest.

tags (can't tag orange :c): @k0z3me @darhinadadragon @maddietries @amayaaaxx @i-the-fluffo @irenne-stans @hisonlyobsession @dead-fish-soup @pretty-sparkle-bomb @matchat3a @yura-4life @djlance-rock @zuzukusna @hiimsaraandyou @uy242c

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my hero acadamia

key: ✱- angst, ☼ - fluff, ⍢- humor, ❦- smut/suggestive, ✓- complete, ✎- on going, ✘- discontinued, ♚- toke's favorite, ☍- requested

bakugou katsuki *ೃ༄

all bark, all bite | texts | ⍢ ✓

there are only three people bakugou answers his texts for: his mother, kirishima, and you.

unsaid | texts/one shot | ✱ ✓ ♚

jealousy is a disease and bakugou katsuki is riddled with it.

bite back | texts | ⍢ ✓

with an attitude like his, someone was bound to put him in his place. turn out, that someone is you.

the fallen | one shot | ✱ ✓ ♚

amid the chaos of war, your unspoken bond with Dynamight has always been enough— until the moment you see him fall.

sero hanta *ೃ༄

down boy | texts | ⍢ ☼ ✓ ♚

sero hanta is absolutely obsessed with you.

solstice | one shot | ☼ ✓☍ ♚

you're badly injured and struggling, it is then that sero becomes your savior

a day out | texts | ⍢ ☼ ✓

your flirty friendship with sero takes an unexpected turn when all your friends "cancel" on your movie night.

izuku midoriya *ೃ༄

us? perchance? | texts | ☼ ✓☍

when it comes to izuku midoriya, you just can’t help yourself

todoroki shoto *ೃ༄

sassy men I | sassy men II | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

random texts with your classmate shoto todoroki.

touya todoroki *ೃ༄

all this time | one shot | ☼ ✓

meeting touya at a party years after high school was purely chance, but everything that followed afterwards seemed like fate

kaminari denki *ೃ༄

flirt | texts | ⍢ ✓

random texts between you and your kinda fuck boy kinda friend, denki kaminari

multiple characters *ೃ༄

under the influence | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou, izuku

when one too may drinks leads to a (drunk) confession or two.

define the relationship | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou, shoto

define the realationship II | texts | ☼ ⍢ ✓

↳ sero, kirishima, izuku

define the relationship (also known as DTR) refers to a conversation in which one determines the nature of their relationship they shares with someone— romatic or otherwise.

liquid courage | texts | ⍢ ☼ ☍ ✓

↳ bakugou, shinso, midoriya

when one too many drinks leads to your drunk confession.

new look | texts | ☼ ❦ ⍢ ✓

↳ shinso, bakugou

when they show you a new piercing and it has you feeling all sorts of ways

[angel-sweets666]

put me down!!

Barbarian bakugo x dragon kirishima x village reader one shot

a couple of village looters came and stole all the gold and valuables from your village. Now they stole you to go ontop of it.

Warning : violence, swearing (it’s mostly fluff Dw) toxic relationship at first

a/n can you really tell that I like writing this whole fantasy thing with mha? No? Okay then I’ll write more. I really wanted to play around with the Poly relationship idea because Ik there’s people who would like that. Hope you enjoy!

CRASH.

The screams of your peers rang in your ears as you trembled under the table in your modest cottage. Another distant scream, this time from a woman, was drowned out by the sound of things being thrown. You peered out from under the tablecloth, a loud thud came from your door. Oh god, they're in your house. They’re going to kill you too.

“I don’t see anyone.”

“I don’t see anything of value either, Kiri.”

Two male voices spoke while looking around your once peaceful home. You tried to crawl further under the table. Unfortunately, the sounds of your palms against the stone floor brought their attention. The loud thuds of boots came closer and closer.

“If there’s someone in there, don’t hurt them!” one of the voices exclaimed.

A large hand ripped the tablecloth off the table. The men could now see your trembling form underneath.

“I WON’T SAY OR DO ANYTHING, PLEASE DON’T HURT ME! I’M BEGGING YOU!” you screamed as the blonde man grabbed your arm and pulled you out from under the table.

“Relax, we’re not gonna hurt ya! We’re looting the city,” he grumbled, pulling you to stand on your feet.

“Wow! First actually attractive person in this whole city!” the red-headed man grinned. He looked like one of those dragon people you had seen and heard about in the stories and books your grandparents used to read.

“W-what are you guys… you’re not like murderers, are you? Like axe murderers?” you whimpered.

Suddenly, another crash boomed in the city. You screamed in surprise and covered your head with your hands. The two men looked at each other, nodded, then looked back at you. You were suddenly dragged out of your hut by the arm, all while screaming.

“Shut up! The more you scream, the more we’ll regret this!” the blonde grumbled and tossed you over his shoulder.

Suddenly, the once regular red-headed guy turned into a massive dragon. You went silent out of fear as the blonde climbed onto his back.

“Nope, nope, put me down!” you screamed.

“Do you want me to throw you off the dragon as he’s taking off? Because that’s gotta hurt!” the blonde exclaimed as the dragon began to lift off the ground.

“At least let me sit normally!” you cried.

The blonde man lifted you off his shoulder and placed you in front of him on the saddle that sat on the dragon’s neck. You whimpered as the village you once knew to be home grew further and further away in the distance.

“Why me? Why are you taking me?” you gripped onto the blonde’s pants.

“Because we took you, now shut up!” he groaned and leaned to talk to the dragon.

The dragon began to land about two hours later. You were scared out of your mind and, to be frank, you desperately wanted to go home, which was probably up in flames right now. The blonde man, who you discovered during the ride was named Bakugo Katsuki, placed you on the ground after getting off the dragon’s back himself. The dragon transformed into a 6ft tall man, stretching his back with a groan.

“We are never flying that far again. My back hurts,” he groaned.

You learned on the way to his den that his name was Kirishima. As you looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, a new wave of fear washed over you. Where were they taking you? What did they want with you? Your heart raced as you considered your options. Running away seemed impossible with these two powerful men.

Bakugo noticed your fear and sighed, "Look, we’re not going to hurt you. You’re safe with us for now."

"Why should I believe you?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

Kirishima stepped closer, his expression softening, "We’re not the monsters you think we are. We have our reasons for doing this. You’ll understand soon enough."

With no other choice you walked with them up the hill towards a cave, which no doubt was their den. “Why are you taking me…?” You asked weakly, tired from the ride “we uh.. just wanted…. A Uhm…” kirishima sighed “we wanted an extra person around.” He lied, not being able to say that him and bakugo were getting bored of each other and just wanted some sort of other person around, because to tell you that would’ve made you realise their just using you.

you looked down at the ground as kirishima and bakugo pushed open the entrance to their den, the red headed one grabbed your shoulder and pulled you inside, all though he was gentle with it unlike his blonde counterpart. They closed the den and you were in awe.

Bakugo and Kirishima's den was a hidden sanctuary nestled in a secluded glen, with an entrance concealed by ivy and foliage. Inside, the spacious main chamber was lit by torches, featuring rugged stone walls adorned with weapons and trophies, a central hearth, and a cozy living area filled with scavenged furniture and eclectic treasures

“Did you steal.. all of this…?” You turned to look at them “yep!” Kirishima grinned proudly “took fuckin ages” bakugo grumbled

As the days passed in Bakugo and Kirishima's den, you found yourself gradually adjusting to the peculiar rhythm of your new life. The initial terror and confusion were slowly replaced by a cautious curiosity, though the fear never entirely dissipated. Bakugo, with his brash demeanor, and Kirishima, with his unexpected warmth, created an environment that was as unpredictable as it was intriguing.

One evening, after another day spent in their hidden sanctuary, Bakugo and Kirishima sat you down near the hearth. The fire's warm glow danced on their faces, casting soft shadows and creating an almost intimate atmosphere.

"We need to talk," Bakugo began, his voice gruff but not unkind. "About why we brought you here."

Kirishima nodded, his red eyes reflecting the firelight. "We’ve been together for a long time, and while we’ve got a good thing going, we wanted to… spice things up a bit."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you listened, unsure of what they were leading up to.

"We’ve seen a lot of people in the villages we loot," Bakugo continued, his gaze intense. "But none of them caught our eye like you did."

Kirishima reached out and gently took your hand, his touch surprisingly tender. "We want you to be with us. Not just as a captive, but as a partner. We know this is a lot to take in, but we think you could make our lives… more complete."

You looked between the two of them, trying to process their words. "You want me to be… your lover?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Bakugo smirked, a rare softness in his eyes. "Yeah. We know it sounds crazy, but give us a chance. Let us show you that this can work."

Over the next few days, their attempts to win you over became more apparent. Kirishima often cooked for you, his meals surprisingly delicious and comforting. He would sit with you, talking about his adventures and making you laugh with his stories. Bakugo, on the other hand, showed his care in more subtle ways. He made sure you were safe, his protective nature a constant presence. He even began to teach you how to defend yourself, his usually harsh training methods tempered with patience and encouragement.

One night, after a particularly exhausting training session, Bakugo handed you a small, intricately carved wooden figure. "Made this for you," he muttered, almost embarrassed. "Thought you might like it."

You took the figure in your hands, marveling at the craftsmanship. It was a tiny dragon, its wings outstretched in a graceful pose, every scale meticulously detailed. "Bakugo, this is... incredible. Thank you," you said, looking up at him with genuine appreciation.

He shrugged, trying to downplay his efforts. "It's nothing. Just figured you might need something to remind you that you're not alone here."

Kirishima, who had been watching from a distance, approached with a smile. "He's got a knack for these things, doesn't he? Always knew there was a soft side to you, Bakugo."

"Shut it, Kirishima," Bakugo grumbled, but there was no real anger in his voice.

As the days turned into weeks, you found yourself increasingly drawn to the two men. Their rough edges and fiery tempers were balanced by moments of surprising gentleness

One night, as the three of you sat by the fire, Kirishima looked at you with a hopeful smile. "So, what do you think? Could you see yourself staying with us, not because you have to, but because you want to?"

You took a deep breath, your heart full of conflicting emotions. "I… I think I could. But this is all so new to me. I'll need time."

Bakugo nodded, his expression softening. "Take all the time you need. We're not going anywhere." He grumbled with his usual deep voice

Kirishima squeezed your hand, his smile widening. "We’ll wait for as long as it takes. Just know that we want you here, with us."

that night was…. Awkward. You laid in bed with them as bakugo and kirishima snored… they seemed nice.. maybe you could get used to them

[jxwl4k]

Please do the “jacked and kind” trend on TikTok with shoto or katsuki I love the way you write!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ jacked and kind .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ yn forced bakugou to do the jacked and kind tiktok trend.

“You’re not seriously gonna make me do this,” Bakugou grumbled, glaring at YN as she set her phone up on a nearby counter.

“Oh, come on, Katsuki!” YN said, adjusting the angle of the camera. “It’s cute! Everyone’s doing it. Plus, you’re literally the perfect guy for it.”

“The hell does that even mean?” he growled, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

YN grinned mischievously. “The trend, duh. You’re jacked and—” She paused for dramatic effect. “—kinda sweet sometimes.”

“Take that back,” Bakugou snapped, his face turning red.

YN laughed, standing on her tiptoes to pat his shoulder. “You’ll survive, tough guy. Now, just lift me onto your shoulder. Like, effortlessly. That’s the whole point of the trend!”

Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath about “stupid trends” and “damn extras,” but the faint smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. He’d never admit it, but he’d do just about anything YN asked.

“Fine. But don’t complain if you fall on your ass,” he warned.

YN rolled her eyes. “I trust you, Mr. Dynamight. Now, hurry up before Kirishima walks in and never lets us live this down.”

Bakugou sighed, grabbing her by the waist as if she weighed nothing. With one smooth motion, he hoisted her up onto his shoulder, holding her there like a sack of flour.

“See? Easy,” he said smugly, looking up at her as she laughed from her perch.

“You’re so extra,” YN teased, but the light blush on her cheeks was hard to miss.

“And you’re light as hell,” he shot back, his smirk widening.

The phone recorded the whole thing, capturing Bakugou’s cocky grin as YN laughed uncontrollably on his shoulder. Before she could ask him to put her down, Bakugou spun in a quick circle, making her yelp in surprise.

“Katsuki!” she squealed, holding onto him for dear life.

“Maybe this’ll teach you not to drag me into dumb trends,” he teased, but his tone was light.

When YN finally uploaded the video with the caption “He’s jacked and (begrudgingly) kind 🥹,” it blew up almost instantly.

The comments were priceless

• “He acts mad, but you can tell he’s secretly enjoying this 😂.”

• “Pro Hero Dynamight? More like Pro Hero Boyfriend Goals!”

• “This is the softest I’ve ever seen Bakugou, omg???”

Bakugou wasn’t happy when he saw the video later.

“YN, what the hell is this?” he barked, his face red as he held up his phone.

“You look good! The internet loves you!” Y/N said, biting back a laugh.

“Damn extras…” he muttered, but his lips quirked up despite himself.

Deep down, he didn’t mind being “jacked and kind” for her—so long as she kept it between them. Or, well… the entire internet.

[astridthevalkyrie]

oh my god, bakugo's kind of my friend! | k. bakugo x reader

----> summary: You'd never dare tell anyone that he was your friend. You'd never be so bold. Katsuki agrees. He's definitely not your friend.

----> warnings: quirkless university au, video game violence, fluff n feelings

----> a/n: title blatantly stolen from the office—"oh my god, dwight's kind of my friend!"

----> word count: 2k

God, no, you’re not friends with Katsuki Bakugo.

No one is.

Yeah, okay, that’s not totally true. He’s sort of friends with Ochako, that’s how you met him. He’s actually fairly close to Izuku and Eijiro, his roommates. He tolerates Shoto, might even begrudgingly respect him. And he’s got some weird mutual-depression pact going on with Kyoka. 

But you’re not any of them. And you vehemently deny it when people ask, lest he, heaven forbid, think you’re going around telling people he likes you. You saw what happened to Neito last year when he, just once, said something about his friend Katsuki. You’re pretty sure it was the reason behind his switching majors, too, just to avoid being in the same classes with the terrifying blonde.

Sure, you’re in his apartment. Neito’s never stepped foot in here (aside from The Incident). And you’re well acquainted with the people he does clearly consider not-enemies. Earlier today, you and Momo had been out getting chips and soda for tonight. Just half an hour ago, you’d been playing blind karaoke with Eijiro, Izuku, and Ochako on Kyoka’s old laptop and mic that somehow both still had really good audio quality. Not to mention, you and Mina have had at least one class together every semester since you both started—she always races to slide into the chair next to you on every first day.

And you’re currently sitting on Katsuki’s couch, two feet away from Katsuki, playing a battle royale on Katsuki’s console.

“Behind the building,” he mutters, and you hum in acknowledgement, running to the spot he generously marked on the map.

It started a long while back. You and Denki had been playing some shitty racing game, and you’d very easily kicked his ass, leaving him groaning and flopping back onto Kyoka’s lap, where she offered no pity, rolling his head off with a light shove. As you were laughing at the display, Katsuki had taken Denki’s place on the floor, and all but demanded you pick up the controller once more.

(You’d won again. Terrified, you simply claimed that your controller must be broken before racing out of the room.

Imagine your surprise when, the next time you visited, he’d barked at you to assist him with a multiplayer, ordering a pouty Denki off the couch.)

You like playing, and you don’t have a console with as much storage back home, and you’re too broke to be buying multiple games anyways, so you don’t mind taking advantage of Katsuki’s appreciation for your skill. It’s usually a nice way to end the night, whether you and Ochako end up leaving or if you fall asleep right there on the couch.

Shivering, you bring your feet under the wool blanket you’d brought with you. You’re the only one who finds the apartment freezing. Everyone else typically sheds their extra layers, while you once hunted down Eijiro’s sock drawer to steal a pair of He-Man stockings for the night. 

“Up in the window,” you warn, at the same time he says, “Oi.”

Both of you meet each other’s gaze for a second in bewilderment, before rapidly turning your attention back to the TV. He dodges the shot from the window, and then continues.

“You been tellin’ people I hate you?”

“What?” Your hands almost drop the controller, but you regain control just quick enough to roll out of the way of a grenade. “No.”

“Kirishima said Tetsutetsu told him that Kendo told him that Tokage told her that you told her I hated you.”

If you weren’t nervous, you’d tell Katsuki you were surprised he even knew all those names. “I didn’t say that. I just said we weren’t friends.”

There’s an awfully long pause. You can still hear the sounds from the game, and the chatter of everyone else in the apartment—Hanta’s trying to rap?—but not a word from your couch partner. If it weren’t for the screen in front of you, you’d be nervously biting your nails or just full on escaping, honestly. Not that you’re scared of Katsuki, at least not more than one should be, but…

Well, the truth is you did see him as a friend. Or, screw it, as more than that, if those little arrhythmias you observed in yourself every time he would raise his hand in greeting when he passed you on campus were any indication. And you know it’s going to hurt—it already does—to hear him confirm the same thing that you told everyone when they asked. That you meant very little to him, in the long term.

“We’re not friends, huh?” he finally says, as more of an inquiry than you’d expected it to sound.

Your mouth feels dry, but you don’t stop staring straight ahead, spamming X to whack someone over the head with a bat. “Um. Are we?”

“Isn’t this your favorite game?” he shoots back, as though that answers your question.

“Yes? So?”

Another pause. You climb up to the roof of some building and emote pointlessly before hopping down and ducking behind a bush to heal. Katsuki lets out a mix of a sigh and a grunt, dashing across an abandoned minefield. 

“So,” he snarks, “I only bought it after you told me it was your favorite.”

Faintly, you feel the tips of your ears grow hot. Is that true? That can’t be true, can it? The timing does line up. You think it was back in the first week of October that you mentioned it, and then by Halloween you’d already played several rounds. Between that and losing to Momo in several games of pool, finals month had flown by.

But…

“I didn’t even tell you that.” Your voice comes out meek, and even though you’re in a safe space now, you’re still too nervous to turn your head and look at him. “I was talking to Shoto.” You’d even been half sure that Shoto wasn’t really registering what you were saying, with Ochako an inch away from him shrieking starships were meant to fly-y-y-y-y directly into his ear.

Katsuki grunts. “I was there, wasn’t I?”

If you wrack your memory, you can sort of remember it. He was…on Ochako’s other side? When she got drunk, she usually wanted to whack something, and Katsuki’s arm had been her victim that day, her palm smacking against his elbow at every other sung word.

The heat from your ears travels down to your neck. Over the singing and over everyone else’s conversations, was he paying attention to…you?

“I appreciate it,” you squeak quickly, wincing when you’re shot in the leg, “I mean, that was nice. Thank you. I just—I didn’t think you wanted me telling people we were friends, after what happened to—”

“If you bring up Monoma, I’ll take away your blanket,” he threatens; it makes you chuckle weakly. “You’re not that shithead. He pisses me off. You’re…you know.” You don’t know, actually. “You.”

Yeah, you’re you. You play games with him. You know his friends. You’re the only one who can try to outdance Eijiro to Rasputin in Just Dance. What does any of that have to do with…

“Do you think I ever fuckin’ carried that dick’s bag to class?”

“I don’t—”

“Do you think I had his stupid long ice cream order memorized? Pistachios, on the sides only,” he mimics, and you huff in an affronted sort of way, defensive of your topping choices. “Telling people to shut up so that I could hear what he was saying? Turning up the heat and burning up everyone in the apartment just to keep him warm? Was I inviting him to my place every two weeks just to fuckin’ watch him play Kingdom Hearts 3?”

And so, you finally look to the side. Katsuki’s cheeks are red, and his gaze is still on the television. His thumbs move furiously against the controller, and you have to bite your lip to prevent a quiet you’re really cute, you know that? from carelessly slipping from your mouth.

“But, to be fair,” you attempt, still confused, “you don’t exactly do all of that for your other friends either, Katsuki.”

At your words, he slouches into his seat more, the creases on his forehead deepening as an uncharacteristic frown—a frown, not a scowl—forms on his face. One would think you’d just told him you hated his guts. 

“Yeah.“ His glare flickers over to you for a moment. “Exactly.”

There’s a blast from the TV and a realization that hits you at the same time. 

You’re not his friend. He doesn’t see you as a friend.

The heat finally reaches your cheeks, and your mouth falls open slightly. 

Then, realizing something else, your head immediately snaps back to the screen to see that blast sound had actually been your character getting blown up. 

Your mouth falls open. You’d looked away for a few seconds at best. Which aces are in the lobby tonight?

“I lost,” you tell him, crestfallen. 

Katsuki snorts. “I didn’t.”

He keeps playing, and your cheeks don’t take any time to cool down. Instead, you stare at him while he’s distracted trying to escape the same vicious bastards who hunted you down, and you note that his face doesn’t look any less heated either. For once, it’s clearly not because he’s just getting into the game.

You wonder if that was ever the case at all, or if he just felt the same striking little jolt you did everytime you two accidentally bumped into each other while playing on this exact couch.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” The announcement comes out a bit louder than you expected. “I’ll probably head back.”

“I don’t think so.” Without breaking his eyes away from the TV, he nudges his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “Uraraka’s dead on her feet, and you’re not walkin’ back alone.”

Has he always purposely caused the fluttering in your chest? “Okay, well. Izuku’s still awake, I’ll just take his bed for now.”

Katsuki’s tongue clicks in a fuck-around-and-find-out kind of way. “Alright. Put the controller back before you go.”

“Fine. Where’s the, uh…” You turn your head this way and that, looking for the little box that they all go in.

“On my right,” he offers casually, not a hint on his face that he essentially just confessed to you.

Feeling a little spiteful, you reach to the side, blanket and all, instead of just standing up and going behind the couch like you would any other day. Purposefully blocking his view of the screen as you reach over him to toss the controller into the box, you smirk slightly when another blast signals that he’s died as well.

Only to yelp when a firm arm shoves you down against his chest.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, red eyes glittering in amusement as he watches you struggle on his lap, “I lost too.”

Tokage is going to hear a very different story tomorrow. “And how’s that my problem?”

His grip tightens, fingers gently digging into the thick cloth of the blanket that’s draped over you. “I wanna play again. And I’m cold.”

There’s a small, dumb grin on his face that you’d consider kissing off if it wasn’t mirrored by an equally dumb one of yours. You’re pretty sure Katsuki’s never ever complained about the cold in his apartment. But then, he’s never complained about the heat either. If he wants to be a sauna under you, who are you to deny him? Besides, you’re feeling cold too, you might as well just take advantage of the free insulation.

From the table, in the midst of pouring something that looks like cookie batter into a bowl, Kyoka raises her brow at the sight of you, then pats Tenya’s arm and points. 

He mouths something like, “Finally.”

Face burning once more, you bury your face in Katsuki’s neck, and relax in his hold while he presses X to replay.