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sukiglycerin · 4 years ago

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dolce (sweetly, softly, gently)

* pairing: accompanist/violinist!katsuki bakugou x violinist!reader (gender neutral!) ft kamijirou

* genre: fluff, kinda angst, enemies to lovers, classical musician au hehe

* words: 9.5k (holy crap, this was a rollercoaster to write)

* warnings: swearing bc not only does bakugou exist, he is a prominent character, brief viola/second violinist jokes (reader’s words not mine), poor rosins being dropped :(

* a/n: SO this is very late for @prettysetterbaby‘s v-day collab!! pls check out all the other talented writers involved >< jj is an ANGEL for putting up with me being late T_T there’s some violin terminology in here but it’s fine if you don’t understand it! more notes at the end aha

* playlist (spotify in source link): violin sonata no.9, op.47 in a major “kreutzer” (beethoven) ; liebesfreud (kriesler) ; violin partita no.3 in e major (bach) ; duo concertante for 2 violins no.3 in d-sharp major, op.57 (beriot) ; clair de lune (debussy) ; duo for 2 violins in d-major, op.67, no.2 (spohr) ; 24 caprices op.1, no.24 in a minor (paganini)

* synopsis: being a soloist is not made easy by your new accompanist, bakugou. you step on each other’s toes when playing - but that’s alright, he’s just a pianist. you’re separated in your two worlds of musical instruments, until one day, you’re not. bakugou traverses over realms like a simple string crossing, and there’s a lot more he’s brought with him.

a double stop in violin is a technique in which two notes are played simultaneously. played correctly, one violin playing two notes should sound like two violins playing separate notes. if your life was a violin, you only needed double stops to play it. you'd perfected the art of being alone, playing the parts of two in your sad solo sonata. you were so, so sure you could compose and play for the whole orchestra - a symphony that would surely please the audience.

you were wrong. after all, a double stop has its limits as well, impossible to play with an interval of larger than a tenth. you were content with your double stops and playing by yourself. this was how you won countless competitions - what good would changing anything be?

you were born a soloist, or that's what your parents would say. you never followed the crowd, sticking to your own mind and doing what was true to you. you never worked well in an orchestra setting (and who knew what would become of you if you ever landed in second violin!). thus, you became a soloist, determined to keep the spotlight on you. it was you and your perfection that kept the eyes of the audience transfixed; you were desperate to keep their focus enraptured by every slight movement of your bow, every shift in finger position on the fingerboard. you wanted them to follow every dynamic and tempo change like their life depended on it, feel their emotion spark the moment your bow pressed a string. you were the only one on stage, an entertainer and an artist to the audience. you brought joy and sorrow through key changes and wonder through glissandos and held suspense with every tremolo. the audience was yours for an entire piece, for a story, for a lifetime.

oh, and there was the accompanist. what was his name again? batsugou? bakugou. the last part was a joke, of course. you'd never forget the man who ruined your first recital overseas.

katsuki bakugou was quickly made your accompanist after the previous one quit last minute and schedule clashes between any other potential candidates rendered them unable to travel with you. no one in their right mind would've come along on a plane to play a piano accompaniment for you. indeed, bakugou was not in his right mind. his name was prominent locally, an orchestral prodigy with the gift of perfect pitch since the tender age of thirteen. he never ventured internationally, though given the chance multiple times to do so. you could never understand why he never took any of the opportunities. you'd jump at any chance of expanding your musical horizons and performing for a larger audience, so it frustrated you to see someone with such potential to throw away possibly beneficial opportunities. not that you really paid much attention to him, anyway. bakugou was a pianist, and you were a violinist. you only cared about competition, not those with blessings you could only dream of achieving.

the months leading to your recital, bakugou had gone quiet. well, you didn't know him personally, so it was news of him that had gone practically radio silent. he was no longer featured in news articles or even pinned on bulletin boards for upcoming recitals. there were no updates from him on social media, too. not that you really paid attention, anyway. he was a prodigy, gifted naturally with talent, and you were a violinist.

an ambitious violinist, at that. you had dreams to perform anywhere out of the stifling air of japan. even to fly a short distance to south korea would be amazing, because it meant you'd be outside of japan. you worked towards this goal tirelessly. you dreamed of stepping on a plane, violin case in your right hand and your dreams in another, to fly to another country and perform. you wished to see the talent beyond your own bubble and feel the music resonate in an auditorium in a different way than it did in japan.

one day, that dream was realized. your violin case in one hand and dreams in another, you boarded the plane flying out of japan full of hope and the faith that good days were coming. while yes, you didn't expect to step out of that plane with anyone but your old accompanist, momo, bakugou's presence comforted you in the foreign atmosphere. for the first ten minutes, he said not a word to you but made it a point to speak to everyone else he could in what seemed like very convincingly fluent english.

to which you finally mustered up the courage to say, in japanese, "i thought you didn't travel internationally."

his japanese voice was a comforting sound. "i don't. this is my first time out of japan."

you stared at him like he just said he ate babies for breakfast (which seemed just as astronomically insane as him never stepping foot out of japan).

"but-" you stuttered. "your english is so good?"

"only because you can't understand it."

to be fair, he had a point. you could only say the basics, like, "hi," "how are you?", "i'm fine, and you?," and the ever-so useful, "do you speak japanese? my english is not good." he appeared to never use any of these phrases, so he was a god in english compared to you.

it was a miracle you navigated out of the airport with your luggage in hand and a general idea of how to get to the hotel you'd booked. you're not going to talk about the events in the hotel, though. sharing a bed with bakugou was a whole different story that consisted of him complaining about your phone usage at eleven pm and you complaining about his lack of sufficient english skills to be able to get the right hotel room (which he'd retort by saying "at least i speak english!").

the path to your first international competition was rocky, so understandably by the day of the performance, your metaphorical feet were sore and you only had water on your metaphorical mind. that is to say, you hadn't practiced with bakugou once until the day before the performance. said rehearsal was cut short due to misunderstandings as a result of bakugou's apparent not-so-fluency in english. you felt bad for him at this point.

and then you were up on stage, violin in one hand, bow in the other, and arms full of your childhood aspirations. also, definitely not prepared enough. you glanced once at bakugou before beginning and he looked confident enough. the lesson you learned that day was that looks can be deceiving.

something you could remember quite clearly was the way the spotlight shined on the varnish of your instrument as you held it, propped between your chin and shoulder. you focused on this shine before taking a deep breath, closing your eyes, and praying muscle memory would take over and you'd play the piece faithfully to the score.

you liked to think your playing was accurate. you, the soloist, were the main focus of the piece. the accompaniment made the piece richer and fuller, complementing the violin beautifully while keeping attention on said violin. the thing was, bakugou, like you, played like a soloist.

the performance was like a fight, and sadly not the graceful kind you'd see in a ballet. it was gory and a nuance to the ears, melodic tinkling of the piano becoming tears of a soldier dying in combat. at parts, you clashed by overshadowing the other by playing too loudly. sometimes it was you, and sometimes it was bakugou. it was a merciless game of tag; bakugou would be running to keep up with your playing; once achieving so, you were forced to start chasing after him. you can't exactly remember if he played well, though. for certain, he was not in sync with you, but you were mainly too preoccupied with your own playing to pay attention to his. listening to the recording of the performance, you were unable to evaluate his quality of playing properly, and thus, he remained your accompanist even when you returned to japan.

(actually, the biggest reason he stayed your accompanist was because of your classical musician friends' nagging. they were all in complete awe that the famous soloist, katsuki bakugou, had offered to be your accompanist, and begged for an autograph. of course, you declined.)

you figured that like you, bakugou was a soloist. he wasn't fit to assist your playing, far more suited to his own solos to entrance the audience with only his playing. being a soloist, he played like one too - that's simply how things worked. this understanding of him, though, still couldn't stop you from harbouring a small grudge against him for ruining your international debut.

and then there was the man himself, all standoffish and rough in words and persona. obscenities had no hesitation coming (thrust!) from his mouth. he yelled brashly and frequently and it astonished you that he was a classical musician, as most of your friends of the classical music profession were typically on the quiet, softer spoken side. those that were extroverts were optimistically so, in far contrast to bakugou, who you'd expect from looks alone to be playing in some heavy metal band. it was scary to hear his renditions of debussy's dreamy, serendipitous pieces when over your earbuds, he was yelling at some guy named "shitty hair" on his phone. you were curious how he looked recording the piece.

you didn't typically communicate, though. conversation, which only ever existed during rehearsal, was a question from you and a clipped grunt in response. there was nothing else to your relation; he played his part, and you played yours. sometimes you did this simultaneously, but it was as if you were playing two completely different things. performance, according to your friends, was now stilted. this was partially the reason you stopped listening to recorded performances. it wasn’t even like you’d ever derived pleasure from listening to them - you only nitpicked your mistakes.

your old accompanist, momo, on the other hand, was an absolute angel. she was kind, polite, and skilled on the piano, fingers dancing over the keys like a graceful ballet. you fit well with her; each performance was like a delightful conversation between friends, pleasant on the ears and twinkling with joy and laughter. with her, every performance felt like something resembling victory, even if it wasn’t a competition. to you, winning the audience’s gaze was enough.

then again, you didn't feel that you could judge quite yet. momo was your accompanist for years, and you could barely remember how the two of you sounded when you first started out. bakugou had been your accompanist for mere months (though it did feel much, much longer considering how frustrating he could be). you couldn't understand why he became your accompanist at all.

opposites. it was an accurate representation of your relationship with bakugou. he was a pianist, you weren't. he was a prodigy, you weren't. he was blessed with talent, you weren't. there was nothing to talk to him about, obviously, because of these dividing factors.

the longer you knew him, the more your disdain for the man grew. at rehearsals, it always felt like your performances were about him, him, and him. he was the star piano player, of course. he hadn't volunteered to be your accompanist as a sense of "stepping down"; no, no, rather, he was flaunting his piano playing with a violin playing in the background. he played perfectly. for a soloist.

as time passed, these frustrations with him became more and more apparent. you became acutely aware of how his performance would outshine your own, and it sickened you. slowly, the quality of your own performances took a nosedive. if the piece was originally pianissimo, you'd take it up to piano (then, if bakugou increased his volume, forte). if the tempo was andante and he was playing moderato, you'd play allegro. it was a competition at this point - instigated by him, of course. you were just upping the ante, even if it meant sacrificing your own artistry.

a lot of people warned you of what would happen, but you ignored them. the fierce competition you felt between you and bakugou caused your own downfall as a musician. slowly, gigs stopped trickling in, like a faucet being shut off. you blamed this on bakugou. ("i was international before him. now, i can barely get a gig in musutafu! why does everyone think he's so great?" you had fumed over the phone to jirou, your old roommate from university. she asked you if you had even listened to him play.)

you were scrambling for places to perform at this point. (“fire him,” the very unhelpful hagakure told you. you didn’t know what you were thinking when you asked her, a violist in a local orchestra. it wasn’t like she ever got a solo.) you’d seriously considered doing so, but came up empty when looking for another accompanist. online forums and friends’ connections could only do so much. they were all either unavailable during rehearsal schedules or inadequate in terms of adapting to the music given.

“you need to try working together with him,” jirou advised you one day over the phone.

“yeah, say that to yourself and kaminari,” you muttered bitterly under your breath. kaminari was a guitarist in jirou’s band who hadn’t quite gotten along with jirou well. jirou made fun of the lightning bolt streak in his hair. when you first met them, all they did was bicker day and night; now, according to the other guitarist, tokoyami, they still did this, though on a smaller scale.

she heard you. “well,” jirou said, slightly ticked off, “we get along better now. because of communication. look- i’m not saying you need to be best friends with bakugou or anything, but you need to talk to him about what’s working and what’s not. respect him as another musician, y’know?”

“i’ll… try,” you said begrudgingly.

you heard a muffled yell from the other side of the call. “kaminari, you idiot!” jirou called, voice a bit far. “what did i tell you about plugging in the amp? i said not to-” she cut herself off. “sorry, y/n, i need to go now. kaminari’s back to his normal antics.” she sighed, but it sounded more endeared than irritated. the call ended.

respect bakugou as another musician. you could do that. bakugou was only a pianist. you were a violinist. he was your accompanist. he was to support your playing. you’d forever be separated from him, doing your own thing. he, certainly, couldn’t understand the woes of being a violinist. not the intonation nor the techniques; you were sure that if you handed him a violin on the spot, he wouldn’t be able to even hold the bow properly. the notion of bakugou, piano prodigy, struggling to make a decent sound on the violin with a bow clenched in an ungainly grip deeply amused you.

these thoughts kept your relationship with bakugou afloat and restrained you from strangling him every time he stepped a toe out of line during rehearsals. ploddingly, with as minimal communication as you could manage, you tried to play with bakugou together, as a duet rather than as two soloists playing simultaneously. you swallowed your pride to play accurately to the music, patiently explaining any qualms you had with bakugou’s playing.

eventually, you found yourself building up your performances to the quality they had once been with momo. it was still far from the pristine playing that led you to an international invite - but it was an improvement, and that was all that mattered to you. innately, you were slightly ashamed of the thoughts that allowed you to keep working with bakugou. they were thoughts that told of your superiority to him, because he was playing piano for you. that’s all he was; an accompaniment to you. you told yourself that having these thoughts on the inside was better than fighting with bakugou.

somehow, along the strings of notes slurred together and shifts of fingers from one spot on a string to the next, you found yourself experiencing a strange joy gliding your bow against the strings of your violin. the rich sound of your instrument, withering and blooming with every stroke of vibrato you performed, fulfilled you unlike how it ever had before. up until now, you’d been playing for the audience, rather than yourself. the melody reverberating in the hollow body of your violin was never for your own ears to enjoy, it was for the audience’s satisfaction and listening pleasure. for it was their own enjoyment that won you competition after competition, playing with a blank face. on some occasions, you’d open your eyes during the applause to see some audience members crying, which ultimately confused you. how you were able to draw emotions from them with your playing when the music was unable to render you anything but indifferent?

you knew it in yourself, though, that the happiness you felt was hollow. delightful notes supposed to boast joy and love echoed in the rehearsal room, falling flat on your ears.

you were a soloist, though. you couldn’t let thoughts like these get to you. you could only play, for both your pride and your audience. these woes were for you to shoulder, on top of the violin you held between your chin and collarbone.

“you’re here early,” bakugou commented one day, opening the door to your shared rehearsal room. tucked under one arm was his folder of sheet music. he caught you in the middle of practicing one of the pieces for a gig - liebesfreud, by fritz kreisler.

it was true. the morning sun basked the window sill and laminate flooring, warming the particular spots it shone through. you’d arrived an hour or so early. pleased by the bright nature of the morning, you pulled up the blinds. typically, you ran late, arriving ten minutes after bakugou’s text of “you’re late again, idiot” with a coffee and a bagel in your hands. those mornings, you were really grateful for having a case with backpack straps. if you hadn’t the time to eat your bagel on the way to rehearsal, it was cold and hard by the time you had a lunch break.

thankfully, today was not one of those days. whether it was the sun or the title of the piece (“love’s joy,” how wonderful), you’d woken up and decided that today, you’d have a warm and soft bagel for breakfast. you had a coupon for a free coffee and surprisingly, the commute to rehearsals was more punctual than usual. thus, you arrived an hour early, a smile on your face as you opened the door. you opened your case with extra care and rosined your bow with extra zest, humming a tune you heard playing on the radio. bakugou would’ve had a heart attack had he saw you then.

you ignored his entrance, only peeping one eye open at the man and nodding your head toward the piano as you continued on with the piece. you allowed yourself to become immersed in the music, following the soft pace bakugou set in his playing. closing your eyes, you saw the audience before you and felt your fingers sliding and pressing the strings. time flew while playing the piece; you’d barely noticed that the piece was nearing its end, playing its familiar melody one last time before opening your eyes. a glance at the rosin dusted in between the bridge and fingerboard of your violin satisfied you, like salt on caramel. you surely played just as sweet, smooth and saccharine like the gooey texture of a caramel confection. you relished in the sunlight streaming through into the room, ignoring the shuffling of papers behind you (from bakugou, no doubt). that was how you should play.

“something’s off,” you blearily opened your eyes to the sound of bakugou’s gruff voice. he was frowning, eyebrows furrowed in a not atypical manner.

“what,” you said flatly. “it sounded fine to me. i didn’t mess up or anything.”

“no,” he replied, deep in thought, crimson eyes darkening a shade. “we don’t have proper… emotion in the music.”

“huh?” you felt a comical question mark rising out of your head. “i played it perfectly to score. it conveys the composer’s emotions to a t,” you said, getting annoyed with the pianist. your grip tightened on your violin’s neck.

“well- yeah,” he gritted his teeth. “but what about your emotions?”

“who cares about my emotions?” you said. “all that matters is that my playing is perfect. the audience feels the emotions, not me.” why else had you been plucked into violin lessons when you were five? surely not for your own enjoyment.

“idiot, that’s definitely not how it is.”

“it’s just violin playing!” you snapped. “it’s not complicated with- with emotions! it’s the same as anything else!”

“you’re wrong,” bakugou coldly answered.

“what would you understand?” you seethed. “you’re just a damn pianist. you follow my lead.”

he ignored your remarks. “why do you play a fucking instrument, then? why bother to enter competitions or recitals?”

“to win, like any other normal person!”

he let out a clipped, exasperated breath. “fuckin’ explains it, then.” he didn’t elaborate. dismissing the topic, he said, “whatever. play the piece from the top. actually try to look at me this time, so we can stay together. put more emphasis on the downbeat at the start.”

“it’s not like you even heard me play the beginning,” you retorted, but made sure to accent that note even more during the replay. pianists. they always were on their high horses.

something you looked forward to every year was the valentine’s recital. the organizers, an old couple, had known you since you were a child, and thus developed a soft spot for you. you were a shoo-in for the event, relied on to learn the music on a short deadline. last year, you played preludio, from bach’s partita for violin no. 3. this year, though, the catch was weird.

“the letter says it’s a violin duet?” you said to jirou while video calling her. “i don’t have a violinist on hand, just a pianist. it’s not like bakugou can suddenly master violin.”

jirou looked at you with a surprised expression. “you don’t know?”

you stared back at her. “know what?”

“he plays violin, too.”

“huh?” you must’ve misheard her.

she nodded. “he’s pretty good, too. have you not seen the videos?”

“videos?" your eyes widened as you soon realized the implications of bakugou harbouring an aptitude for violin. "i’ve… i’ve got to go.”

“he’s as good as you, y/n,” jirou said with a knowing smile. you were quick to press the hang up button.

five seconds into teenage bakugou’s rendition of one of paganini’s caprices, you exited youtube.

the next day, you kicked open the door to the practice room.

“you,” you pointed a finger at bakugou, who sat at the piano midway through a piece.

“what is it now, dumbass? you’re late again.”

“shut up,” you grumbled. “that’s beside the point. you- you play violin?!”

he shrugged, not avoiding your piercing gaze. “i’ve dabbled in it, yes.”

you shut the door behind you. “and why did you never tell me?!”

“tch. you never asked, did you?”

“you’re my accompanist, i should know these things!”

“you know i play piano, and that’s enough,” bakugou said stubbornly. “i only play piano with you.”

“not anymore.” setting your violin case down, you shuffled through the pocket that held your sheet music. flipping out a packet of sheet music, you thrust it in bakugou’s direction. “here.”

he grabbed the sheets from you, skimming the title. “duo for two violins in…. fuck,” he muttered. “why didn’t you just say no? who even is this from?”

“valentine’s recital. the pay’s good, bakugou, and we need it.”

“you need it,” he mumbled bitterly, holding the sheets out for you. “i don’t.”

“it’s not like i’m happy about it either. since when were you a violinist?”

“since when was it any of your damn business?”

"you're supposed to be my pianist! not anything else!"

you didn’t understand how he could be so musically inclined. you blinked, and your sight smeared, blurring the sight of your feet with the laminate flooring. this wasn't right, you thought as you felt a telltale heat creeping up you. why were you crying now?

if there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was your violin playing. it seemed to be the only thing you were good at as a child when academics and athletics failed you. sure, you hated it at first (as most children did when their parents forced them to do something), but as time went on, the applause of the audience and the title of "winner" rewarded you enough. you were no prodigy, so you worked endlessly every day to prove yourself worthy. you never understood how you'd worked so hard only to be in the shadows of others so naturally gifted who surely would never understand how much you practiced to become better.

when it came to bakugou, he was never supposed to be better. he was your pianist, talented in a completely different musical realm than your own, so he could never be superior to you - and now he wasn't. he never was. here you were for the past year or so, looking like a fool in bakugou's eyes. on the days you struggled so hard with fourth finger vibrato, he was probably laughing at your inadequacy at violin. as easily as he played the violin, katsuki bakugou played you like a fool.

everything collided when you stepped out of the room, leaving a particular golden haired boy alone to stare at the sheet music you tossed him. your head throbbed with the groggy sensation of almost-tears and anger coursed through your veins.

you couldn't back out of the recital now. you couldn't.

you couldn't stand to look back into the vermillion eyes of katsuki bakugou now. even more so now, you couldn't.

your solution?

"hey, what's up?" jirou's collected voice filled your ear, your phone pressed to it.

"hey, kyo, i… kind of did a bad thing," you said, feeling jittery as you sought a commute home. you'd already made up your mind that your sorry-ass wouldn't be able to look bakugou back in the face for the rest of the day.

"...again?" she asked, tone concealing a hint of surprise. "don't tell me it was with bakugou. don't you usually practice now?"

"...usually, yes…" you sheepishly shuffled your feet, standing outside on the sidewalk. "i'll be resuming it again, 'course, when i get home…"

"why aren't you with bakugou right now?"

"that's… that's a long story," you laughed nervously.

"i can wait," jirou coolly replied. "kaminari got his foot stuck in his guitar case - don't ask - so i have time."

you considered asking about kaminari, then thought better of it.

"you know about the valentine's day recital they have every year? well, this year…" you recounted the events that led you to now, standing outside on the phone with jirou.

"where are you going to find a violinist?"

a silence found itself opportune as jirou waited for an answer. "i'm, uh, not…?" you said, deflecting the question back to jirou.

"well, you can't play both parts in the duet, can you? actually, don't answer that. i know you'd try. didn't you try that one time in-"

"what's done in uni stays in uni," you hushed her before she could recall that one time you tried to play a sonata with a recording of yourself. "aren't you going to tell me to try to make amends with bakugou?"

"no," she said thoughtfully after a pause. "you've tried before, and it's not working for you. i don't think you should be forced to do something you obviously don't want to do. i just think," she continued, "you need to find someone to do the duet with, if you don't want to work with bakugou. but objectively, he's your best bet."

as jirou always was, she was right. you thanked her for her advice not before hearing a distraught kaminari shouting for jirou in the background, and then she ended the call.

you repeated her words in your head once you got home, sliding your bow back and forth on your small block of worn rosin. the score for the duet was spread next to you on the floor. it wasn't that you didn't want to work with bakugou. or was it? had you been that selfish all along, sabotaging other performances because you didn't like him? if even jirou had noticed it, had bakugou noticed it too?

your sigh let out a thousand burdens piled up in your mind, blowing air out like dust accumulating on your tribulations. you picked up your violin and bow thoughtlessly, testing out the strings and plucking a couple with your left hand.

was it really only you with the contempt for working with bakugou? you'd assumed mutual hatred with him after your international debut, but had it really been so? had you been the only one picking fights during the time you'd worked together? as you backtracked, your fingers slipped into a familiar position. you began a piece you knew positively by heart, an absolute favorite of yours for years. you played mindlessly, serenading yourself with familiar notes and string fingerings as you thought long and hard about bakugou. how much shit had you given bakugou? he hardly complained, too, but why? why hadn't he quit after you'd been so ceaselessly difficult with him?

why were you so angry at bakugou, a gifted prodigy since childhood? the answer found itself as the composition descended into an array of complicated fingerings and string changes, sounding like an incoherent chaos somehow strung together by the music. you pretended you didn't know the answer.

it was much, much easier to leave bakugou as just a pianist. respectable in his own field, and incomparable to you. it was too good to be true, obviously. all your life, you played to win, and couldn't allow anyone else to surpass you. violin was about winning, winning, winning. how were you supposed to cope when all those hours of practice were easily overcome by someone with innate talent?

the piece eased your tension with a fermata, drawing out your vibrato to think. bakugou's perfection infuriated you, you concluded. knowing this, though, didn't help with anything. you almost screeched the last note as the composition came to an end, unsettled by thoughts of bakugou. you really couldn't stand him.

in an attempt to distract yourself from your dilemma, you decided to start practicing the recital composition. you pulled out an old portable music stand, bending the parts into place and stacking it up. carefully, you placed the sheets on the stand and skimmed over the music, bringing your violin up to your collarbone.

your eyes followed one measure ahead of what you were playing as you sight-read the piece. ahead, ahead, was all you could think as your fingers fumbled the notes, eyes moving from the score to the fingerboard. bakugou was far from your mind as you caught up to the music, too preoccupied with the sharps and flats you'd forgotten and the time you had to keep. you were busied by the shifts and the repeat signs in the music over anything else. your priority lay here for the time being, after all. the sight-reading was almost enough to make you forget you only play one half to a duet. there was still still an emptiness that lurked between the rests and the redundant beats that even your stilted practice couldn't mask. you tried not to worry about that, though.

time floated by as you repeated the piece over and over, playing for accuracy first. it wasn't enough, but you pretended it was. the metronome on your phone ticked away like time, endless and impatient, until you couldn't stand it anymore and packed away your violin.

the proceeding day was filled with more of the same practicing, working on tweaking hesitations and polishing up your playing. it was kind of convenient, practicing at home rather than waking up early to practice with bakugou. you missed the bagel the most.

you were definitely not playing your best, and it was clear by the way your bow occasionally screeched and how you fumbled the fingerings when you were particularly negligent. the piece just didn't sound right without the second part. (bakugou was definitely not the second part missing. not at all.)

by the third day you gave up and admitted to yourself that yes, bakugou was the second part missing. you were only a little bit miserable buying your usual bagel and coffee and rushing to rehearsals fifteen minutes late, aware that you'd be unable to eat it before practice. you were substantially less miserable than how you were the day previous, practicing alone.

you weren't surprised to see bakugou already there, sitting on the piano bench and tightening his bow hairs. he acknowledged you with a grunt as you set down your breakfast and beverage.

"showed up, huh?" he said finally, voice rough. he stood up, setting his sheet music on a stand. you stared at him, awed by his nonchalance. he picked up his violin and bow (which, by the way, looked super expensive) and propped his violin up by his chin. it felt so foreign to see him in position to play violin, fingers already expertly in first position and wrist beautifully curved, yet it inexplicably clicked. the scene in front of you looked like he'd done this everyday, as it was always supposed to have been, his back confidently straight. his fingers arched over the fingerboard and his bow appeared mathematically parallel to the bridge, held delicately between his fingers. you'd never carefully watched him play piano (probably due to your distaste to him and lack of knowledge about the percussion instrument), but he made the violin look like an instrument of the gods. he hesitated, though, bow moving a centimeter then back. he frowned at your idle silence and turned back to you. "well? are we doing this duet or not?"

"oh," you reacted intelligently. "yeah. yeah." it kicked in what you were doing by the time you'd started tuning your violin, first bowing your a string. after tuning your violin (with the help of a tuning fork and none from the perfect-pitched bastard bakugou, who appeared to be watching you with a triumphant gleam in his eyes as you struggled to tune your violin properly), you set your sheet music next to bakugou's.

"ready?" you asked, as if you'd been the one waiting for bakugou all this time.

"ask yourself that," he snorted. "i'll do the count."

you nodded.

"one, two, three, f-"

"wait, wait," you said, squinting at your music. "isn't it supposed to be a bit slower than that?"

"it says allegro," bakugou said, tapping his foot. "need an italian lesson? lively, briskly."

"i know what allegro means," you gritted. "seems too fast, when paired with dolce."

"maybe for you," he smirked.

you narrowed your eyes at him. "and that means what, exactly?"

he opened his mouth to reply some smug, smart-ass answer, but you stopped him.

"nevermind," you said. "do the count again, at the same tempo. i can do it."

you were bluffing, of course. since when was allegro this fast? you wondered as the opening notes sped by you in a musical blur. already familiar with the melody, you messed up dynamics the most. of crescendos and diminuendos? it wasn't like bakugou would notice, too preoccupied with his part.

the ending of the piece took your breath away, storming toward you in a whirlwind. adrenaline filled your veins as you raced to the last measure of the music, overcome by the tempo and the music. this time, full of energy and exhilaration, the piece felt complete. your and bakugou's sound surrounded the two of you, overflowing the room with a saccharine melody. it felt right simply standing beside him playing a two part piece, chest heaving from the piece's energy. you could only hear your breathing, a gentle encore to your playing.

"your playing is sloppy," bakugou said bluntly. he leaned over to your sheet music, starting to point at dynamic markings.

you swatted his hand away before he could say a word. "yeah, well, i just got the music three days ago," you interjected.

"you also had two of the three days off, so i'd say you're not doing enough." he glanced back down at your score. he pointed at a measure. "this is a crescendo, moron, why didn't you get much louder?"

"just- pay attention to your own music!" you said. "besides, it's dolce. i can get away with playing softer."

"that wasn't very dolce to me," he argued. "nothing sweet, soft, or gentle about that," he mumbled.

"i can be sweet, soft, and gentle if i want to!" you retorted.

he raised a brow, as if a challenge, scarlet eyes glinting in the light. "tch. i'm sure you can, but your playing damn can't."

“it can, too! listen,” you said, impetuously raising your violin and bow again. you slowly started to play a d major scale, impatiently scrunching your nose and squeezing your eyes shut to concentrate on making the music soft and gentle, tampering with different degrees of vibrato and bow pressure.

“... that’s just piano,” bakugou said, moving to you as you bowed an a. your bow came to an abrupt halt, making an unpleasant squeal, as bakugou positioned himself behind you. you felt his body warmth radiating behind you as a sweet, homely scent wafted around you. he brought his arms around you, hands overlapping where you held your violin and bow.

“you need to be,” he murmured into your ear, gentle tone almost slurring the words together, "fragile when you play dolce." he angled your bow slightly, moving your hand. "bow closer to the fingerboard." the smooth baritone of his voice resonated within you, becoming lost within the violinist's embrace.

"most of all," he said, dropping an octave to an intimate tone, "you need to feel it. you can attempt to play it, but without feeling, it's fuckin’ meaningless."

"feeling?" you repeated blankly. “the audience’s, you mean.”

he stepped away, a gesture that made you breathless, and shook his head. he crossed his arms over his chest, unintentionally accentuating their volume. “your damn feelings. what do you feel when playing the piece?”

there’s a pause for perhaps a second too long, as you mulled over different answers in your head.

“tch.” his eyes don’t leave you, gaze a laser burning into you. “‘s what i thought. why do you play violin?”

you held your tongue from answering my parents. “to win. i play to win,” you stated.

“and that’s the damn problem,” bakugou said, releasing a breath of frustrated air. “you win to play.”

“that means…?” you were starting to get impatient with the man, who seemed to be stalling and dragging out your limited time.

“you win competitions to play more.”

you almost scoffed, but his words were plausible. “what’s the purpose in playing more if not to win?”

he made a scratching noise in his throat, cool demeanor shifting to that of the bakugou you knew. “l-l-” he coughed, “love.”

“love?” you repeated, the word a surprise to swallow.

he nodded, gagging on his reply. you couldn’t see bakugou as the romantic type - the same bakugou who called all of his friends demeaning nicknames and could barely say the word love out loud. he was explosive, maybe, and talented, sure - but acquainted with love? you pursed your lips at the stuttering man trying to advise you.

“whatever,” he dismissed, voice oddly hoarse. “just play it from the top. fix the dynamics.”

weeks passed in a blur, though bakugou’s advice was left unforgotten. it had, for the most part, faded from your mind but lingered like a ghost in an abandoned attic, stirring up dust in complete silence. it was valid criticism on bakugou’s part, but the problem was that it was criticism you couldn’t digest. it was a ghost that you could not rid of, whispering and lurking until your music played over it.

four weeks before the performance, you had the piece almost entirely memorized other than a few flukes here and there. you managed most of your dynamics, playing in sync with bakugou by your side. three weeks and the piece was mostly smooth, foregoing all sheet music and practicing in the middle of the room with bakugou tapping out the tempo on the honeyed floor. any mistakes were recovered from quickly, and you were pleased to say that the amount of bakugou’s slip-ups equated to yours. at two weeks, though, he brought up the pest bugging your mind.

“play with more emotion,” he sighed exasperatedly, letting out a huff as you played for him. “start on f sharp again.”

you’d tried time and time again, but the longer you’d replayed the same few measures (followed by his criticism for the nth time), the only emotion you felt was frustration. your bow would push too hard or your vibrato would lay on thick, immensely irritating bakugou. you didn’t know why he even tried.

the air felt stale and the lights shone obnoxiously bright. the pads of your left hand fingers had hardened by now, indented with a pair of parallel lines from your unforgiving violin strings. you inhaled rosin dust and occasional bow hairs miserably dropped to the floor. your arms were tired, sore, and sick of playing; your ears painfully endured the same tune again and again, the originally fluid and sweet notes becoming high frequency static.

“i can’t do this.” you were tempted to flop onto the ground, hopelessness pouring over you.

“you can,” bakugou insisted stubbornly. “you just need to try harder.”

“harder?” you would’ve snapped (and you were surprised your e string didn’t already by the repetitive motions on it) if you weren’t so exhausted from rehearsing.

he nodded like it was obvious. “try harder.”

you shakily inhaled, trying to smooth your voice over. “i’m sorry i can’t be a prodigy like you.”

he stiffened, tense to the point of trembling. “whatever,” and it was a strained word pulled from his mouth. it was very atypical for him to give up like this, but you didn't care. you avoided his eyes as you restarted the piece, unable to bloom anything from it.

outside of your rehearsal time, you practiced. arguably, your solo rehearsals were more rigorous. you forced yourself to add emotion to the piece, sometimes playing for jirou. she agreed with bakugou (though was a great deal less irritating), stating that your playing was somewhat hollow. (you restrained yourself from knocking on the instrument and saying that yes, indeed, violins were hollow.)

"how… how do you get any emotions from playing?" you asked jirou at one point, watching one of her band's rehearsals. they were on a break, chatting idly and taking sips from their water bottles.

“well…” jirou started, glancing back at her band members. “i think about the feelings i want the audience to feel because of my songs. i think about how the song makes me feel, then i put that into how i play.”

“how do you…” you shifted uncomfortably, “know what to feel?”

she looked at you, taken aback, but replied easily. “you don’t. it just… happens.”

her response was vastly different than what you’d been taught a child. emotions? sure, there was perhaps a time where playing evoked a feeling in you, plucked something melodical from your heartstrings. it was when you were a child, though, so it was irrational and erratic, an outburst in the middle of your otherwise level playing. your violin teacher didn’t approve when you’d follow how the music made you feel. she said it made you stray too far from the original piece and would make you lose competitions. no matter how you pushed back against her, her advice haunted you over and over every time you got anything other than first place.

your performance is the audience, she’d told you. you didn’t understand what she meant at first, but she made sure you did while practicing for your next rehearsals. the audience, she quipped with thin lips under her sharp eyes, is everything. if the audience wasn’t satisfied, your performance was worthless, no matter how well you played technically. you play for them and you win - it was that plain. there was nothing more than you wanted but to win, at the time. you wanted a trophy, a medal, a certificate stating that you were better than most. it was palpable evidence that you were good enough - for your parents, your peers, anyone. like that, you practiced, a servant for approval. you weren’t a prodigy, but you sure as hell would try to play like one. her advice worked for over a decade, soundly racking you up with countless awards that filled your otherwise desolate self-esteem.

you didn’t say anything else to jirou about it, instead thinking about the bits and pieces of human feeling you could extract in between your piece’s accidentals and eighth notes. perhaps there was a possibility, through the phrases of notes and dynamic markings, you’d find a word that said love. a renewed interest sparked itself when jirou’s band continued their rehearsals, finding yourself to be a normal audience member (maybe even crying at the end. maybe).

you returned home to practice, practice, practice, coercing any hidden message in the music to vibrate in your violin and echo around your room. you watched other renditions of the piece to find something you were missing, but imitating them didn’t seem right. this continued for the following weeks, hiding any potential development from bakugou (or trying to, at least). you knew you’d be disappointing him if you failed after trying so hard. it was only safe to play what you knew, secure in the written parts of the composition and keeping it at that.

by the time the performance came around, you were glad bakugou never found out about your secret efforts. if he had, you knew he’d be sorely dispirited by your lack of tangible progress, your sound just as hollow as the soundbox of your violin. you failed, you knew, and as crestfallen as you were on that cold february morning, the show must go on.

the performances were held in an auditorium, warm compared to the snowy wonderland outside. it was typically couples comprising the audience, all romantic and pepped up in the spirit of valentine's day (white day was no different). some arrived early, finding seats in the empty auditorium and chatting amongst themselves (or sometimes making out, which made you want to throw your violin at them and gag). bakugou’s and your performance was last; it quite the heavy honor to play the finale to the recital.

backstage was a vast contrast to the hushed atmosphere settled over the assemblage. hovering over the staff and performers for the day was a sense of panic, hurry, and hecticness. bits of rosin were scattered on the ground where you prepared for your rehearsal, some belonging to your block and others not. your pack of extra strings lay next to you on the sofa you sat on, arm resting on the side of the seat. similar to your violin's strings, spun tightly over pegs to be kept in place, you felt high-strung. the buzz of energetic excitement flitted in your head, knee bumping up and down and jerking your violin in the same motion. it was hard to calm when you tuned your violin to absolute perfection, relying on bakugou's perfect pitch to do so. the fine tuners on the end of your strings probably hadn't had a harder time in the years you'd owned your violin.

"you're shaking the entire sofa, idiot," bakugou deadpanned next to you. “some of us are trying to rosin our bow, unlike you.” he glanced at the floor, where amber shards of rosin lay amidst white dust (also made of rosin).

“to be fair, most of those aren’t mine,” you pointed out. you reached into your violin case, finding the rectangular case of rosin and opening the top. "mine's only chipped in a couple corners, and the rest is just worn on the edges from my bow."

you leaned over to look at bakugou's rosin, two stubs in its case. "and i'm the one dropping my rosin?"

his ears turned a deep red, matching the velvet curtains on stage. "that's different," he muttered, putting the lid on his rosin and putting it away.

"you ready?" you watched him swallow before speaking, not looking at you. you could hear one of the presenters speaking, introducing the first piece to be played (an ever-so romantic rendition of clair de lune), but the voices felt distant and muffled over the sound of your own nervous heart beating.

"yeah," he replied. he turned to look at you, scarlet eyes meeting your own. "what, you're not scared now, are you, dumbass?"

you gulped. "no… just excited," you said. in truth, you felt disappointed in yourself for being unable to find any emotion in your playing - thinking about the piece, you were devoid of anything but the measures and the notes. what was the piece trying to say in the white space between staff lines? after the clef at the beginning of the music, where did the emotions start and everything else end?

quiet notes, twinkling from the piano on stage, met your ears. you took a deep breath. how did they make you feel?

…not very good, because this pianist was certainly a beat or two off tempo. a large hand on your knee startled you out of your trance. its warmth was surprisingly comforting. you followed the arm connecting to the hand to meet bakugou's concentrated face, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched.

"don't shake your knee like that. also, why are you so damn cold?" he moved his hand away, leaving an imprint of heat on your knee. you hadn't noticed the physical manifestation of your nerves prior to bakugou's words.

you left his question unanswered, staring at your violin in your lap. you traced the patterns in wood, fingers following the shape of the f-hole and thumbing circles on your chin rest. how were you supposed to be able to pull living, breathing life in the form of emotions from an inanimate object? what sorcery were you supposed to manage to satisfy yourself and the audience?

you thought back to bakugou's words. what was it had he said you were supposed to be playing for? love, the irrational and sentimental flaw of life - somehow expressed from the symbols on a sheet of paper and through strings on hollow wood. what sort of miracle was bakugou creating with his music?

what was violin, if not just a task to do everyday? what was it, out of competitions and tests of skill? what was the sound reverberating within its vacant body, recording every shift of fingers on the fingerboard?

you looked past your violin to the rosin on the floor. friction, your violin teacher had explained to you. you put rosin on your bow so it creates friction with the strings, and thus creates sound. it was strange how friction caused the smooth sound of a violin. too much friction, added by pressure on the bow, made a creaky sound on the strings. without rosin, the bow would be too smooth on the string and make no noise at all. the happy medium of not too much and not too little created the familiar rich tone on the strings.

a happy medium, you mused. in between too much friction and none at all. maybe that was how you were supposed to feel, in between trying too hard and not trying at all. that's what feelings were in the end, right? a natural human instinct, spurred by life. could you breathe life into the music?

the stage seemed almost too big for the two of you, spotlights centering you on the wide, wooden platform. the crowd's eyes were on you and your fellow violinist, some watching with drooping eyelids. they felt far, distant under the shadows. even so, the question still besieged you - would you please them?

you teared your eyes away to bakugou, who started the count. everything was silent until he nodded to you, your cue to start the piece. it felt too fast when you began but it was the same allegro you’d been practicing with. muscle memory took control now, your fingers finding their places easily.

your fingers and bow took all your attention. everything else fell away - the lights, the crowd, the stage - until it was just you, your violin, and the music. you could practically see the score in your head, playing the notes you'd come to know so well.

you heard your music echo and resound off the walls, but that's all it seemed to do. it touched everyone in the room, looking for a place to stay, and diminished in an empty space alone. it frustrated you that it wouldn't resonate - where was the love bakugou had so told you of? this auditorium was no different than your room, where sounds bounced off walls and landed nowhere. you weren't reaching anywhere or anyone, lacking emotion and any true substance.

love - what was love if not a hindrance? how could bakugou expect so much out of you? love - had you ever felt it for the violin? dolce told you to play sweetly, softly, and gently, but what was sweet about the violin? what was so sweet about the imprints of strings on your fingers, fragmented rosin at your feet, and bruises on your neck from long hours of practice? what was gentle about the arduous replaying of the same measure, the ringing in your ears after playing to master a simple phrase? what was soft about the forte that rang in your head, the fortissimo that filled a performance and clouded your senses?

dolce filled you like an epiphany, euphoric in your eyes that finally opened and awakened. dolce was in bakugou's eyes, soft velvet like the crimson curtains onstage, downcast at his violin. dolce was in his sound as his bow skittered near the fingerboard, in his fingers sliding back and forth on his a string. dolce was in his grasp of his bow and violin, in the very essence he played the violin with. dolce contradicted everything you knew, reminding you of bakugou's soft hands over yours, guiding your fingers and bow. dolce was the morning light streaming into the practice room as you argued with bakugou over tempos and notes, the light glinting on shattered shards of rosin as you anxiously rosined your bow. dolce was the curve of your violin scroll, the bend of your fingers over your bow's frog. dolce was the white space in between staff lines on your sheet music and through half and whole notes. dolce was everything in between the rough of your violin experience, the laughter and smiling gone forgotten during sleepless practice sessions and violin evaluations.

what was dolce, if not a rebellion? what was it, if not a rebellion from the years of work and pain you'd endured in the name of musicality? what was it, if not laughing in the face of your violin instructors and the strict score you adhered to?

when you opened your eyes to meet bakugou's, whose carmine eyes dripped with a burning passion and the essence of souls, you finally felt. it was the so-sought over love, scorching every note and stroke of your bow and bursting life in every movement, breath, and echo of your performance. it was exhilarating, living through every slur and chord you played. when you finally met his eyes he understood, a satisfied smile tugging on his lips as his gaze never left yours. this was it - this was dolce, humming sweetly, softly, and gently in your ears and reflecting in the audience's heart. this was dolce, making you realize that you never wanted to play violin alone again.

you picked up a rose that had landed at your feet at the end of your piece, holding it next to bakugou's confused face. in doing so, you reached your second epiphany of the day - perhaps the more important of the two. bakugou's eyes bloomed redder than the rose, deeper than the lowest note on a double bass, and maybe it was he that was the true dolce you were looking for.

notes!!

if you’re reading this, congrats !! this is my longest fic on my account (the record will be broken soon), so i really appreciate you reading this :> (spare a reblog, perhaps?)

first, explaining the playlist:

beethoven’s kreutzer - this was played in the anime, “your lie in april,” and i simply think it fits the “fight” reader and bakugou have. this was played at reader’s first international recital that did not go so well.

kreisler’s liebesfreud (love’s joy) is in the same series as his piece called liebesleid (love’s sorrow), also featured in “your lie in april.” i personally really like the piece. of all of these listed, i think you should listen to this one the most.

beriot’s duo concertante was the other contender for reader and bakugou’s duet piece!

debussy’s clair de lune is simply a favorite of mine. it’s the first piece played at the valentine’s performance (and i like to imagine reader’s listened to bakugou’s recording of the piece)

spohr’s duo for 2 violins is the piece reader and bakugou play! it’s the second part of the duo in allegro, and i once tried to listen to it while following the sheet music. i was so confused every time i did so; i’d get lost and such, and figured my musicality was declining. nope. i was reading the wrong part. so, i started freaking out because oh god the dolce is in the first part, not the second, and thankfully, there’s a bit of dolce in the second part too! however, it did take me a while to decide whether to use the first part instead.

also, spohr invented the chinrest on the violin! crazy :D

paginini’s 24th caprice is considered the hardest out of all 24 caprices. imagine,,, teenage bakugou playing this,,, doing the left hand pizz and all T^T pain

there’s a lot i wish i could cover in this! a lot of reader’s own flaws (ahem, viola jokes) and development were something i couldn’t cover. bakugou’s arc as well! he had an arc a bit before this story takes place :)) tl;dr i’m very tempted to pick my violin up again and start playing

the frog of the bow does not, sadly, go ribbit. it’s the part violinists hold the bow by!

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed this :)

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snapdragon-mina · 4 years ago

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Soo I just saw that U wanna write about fluff!Bakugou. I HAVE AN IDEA! So if I remember true U wrote about bnha characters sexualities; maybe U can write about that- like how did he find out/recognize that he is demisexual, after he met S/O maybe.

Yeah that’s it.

Bakugo Discovering His Sexuality

A/n: Anon your mind,,,, beautiful

Warnings: bakugo, very very slightly suggestive, not proofread lmao

He just thought he was asexual at first. In the entirety of his life, he'd never once felt an attraction toward anyone that went past romantic. Bakugo knew that he'd date anyone that he felt attracted to, but just figured it would never go further. That was until he met you.

Prior to your first year at UA, you went to the same middle school as Kirishima and Mina. You were definitely closer to Mina than Kirishima but that changed after you all got into UA. Being friends with them is the exact reason why Bakugo even paid attention to you in the first place. Obviously, when the Bakusquad was formed, you went with it.

In your second year, Bakugo confessed and didn't really give you the option to respond with how hard he was staring you down.

"Look, I like you- yes, like like you fucking dumbass. Just shut up. Let me be your boyfriend."

He didn't wanna go into detail about it. He still thought he was ace at this point but, things were different. He was hyper aware of you. It's like everything was suddenly pissing him off and he didn't know how to properly explain it.

In your third year is when it finally clicked. The two of you were in his dorm room listening to music as you studied for an upcoming quiz. You were sprawled out on the bed and he was sitting at his desk.

"Hey 'Suki, when did you start liking me again?"

He scoffed. "What? Did you forget that fuckin' quickly?"

"...Yes."

He huffed as if this conversation annoyed him, but you both knew it didn't. "It was halfway through first year, dumbass. But... Somethin' new happened."

"Something new? Like what?" You sat up on the bed, crossing your legs in front of you.

He hesitsted, almost like he was scared to continue. "I don't think I'm ace anymore."

"Wait what do you mean by that?" There were multiple different ways this could play out, but you knew you'd support him no matter what.

"This shit's fuckin' embarrassing to talk about." He paused to gather his thoughts. "End of second year, we'd been dating for what? 6 months? I felt differently about you."

That made you pause. Differently? What did he- Oh. OH. Without meaning to, you just stared at him.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that! It's not my fault."

Snapping out of it, you shook your head slightly. "'Suki, have you ever felt this way about anyone else?"

He scowled. "Why the hell would I feel like this about some other fuckin' extra?!"

"I'm just trying to help you," You laughed. "Okay, I think you might be demisexual."

He looked at you in absolute confusion. "The fuck is that? Don't answer that question, I'm looking it up." He grabbed his phone, doing just as he said. After a moment of complete silence, you could here a small "oh shit."

You looked at bakugo and he looked back at you. "Do you think it fits you?"

"Yeah... I think this one fits..."

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mesozoic-system · 3 years ago

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Bakugou Katsuki is not as bad as he seems.

Okay, fine. That's a lie. Bakugou is a loud and obnoxious asshole with little to no character development and will snap at anyone who breathes on him the wrong way.

Now that that's out of the way, let's move on to why he's like that.

You all know what PTSD is, yeah? If not, it stands for "Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder". It's something that causes panic attacks, unnecessary aggression, trust issues, nightmares, anxiety, depression, and more. People will develop it after a traumatic experience. It takes years of therapy to recover... actually, most people never recover from it.

Fun fact: Katsuki canonically has PTSD. It's confirmed, and you know what? After everything he's been through, it's not much of a surprise. He's been through one tragedy after another and never seems to get a break.

When we first met Bakugou Mitsuki (Katsuki's mother) in chapter #96, we instantly realized how aggressive she was. I mean come on! She talked smack right in front of him and his teachers- in front of All Might who she knew her son was very fond of. Katsuki may be irritable, but to have your own mother backhand you in front of your own role model is a little much.

Later on in chapter #165 during the Provisual License Exams, we get a little more information that only points towards more abuse- and this time it's not so verbal.

Most people paid no real attention nor gave it a second thought in these panels, but remember when Katsuki suggested to use violence against the kids? Of course, you'd look at it and wave it off as "normal Bakugou behavior", but what he says next took me by surprise:

That's right. He was raised that way.

Which means either Mitsuki or Masaru (or both) had struck him in some way multiple times as he was growing up, and I doubt it was Masaru.

"Spoiled" my ass. He might have a strong quirk, but people don't turn into little monsters just by being praised. It'll definely boost his confidence, but not dramatically. This could also explain his aggression toward Midoriya. He realized how helpless he was and had power over someone else for once. But that's just a theory.

Okay, let's fast forward a bit. He's finishing up his third year of Middle School and is preparing for the UA entrance exams. He's pushed away his childhood friend to follow his own dreams and tells him to jump off the roof.

Literally.

And then he walks out the door only to regret it much, much, muuuch later in the series- y'know. The "character development" I was talking about.

Next time we see him though, he gets what he deserves.

One panel he's tramping through an alley with his friends, and the next, he's being swallowed alive by the most perverted-looking slime monster I've ever laid my eyes on.

While Izuku's dreams are being crushed by his own hero, Katsuki is fighting for his life in the middle of town. He's struggling, but all he could do was look back at all the dozens of fearful eyes...

Right there. Right now. Look at him:

He's terrified. He's humiliated and afraid and hurt and despite all of the heroes that were there, none of them had even attempted to save him.

And this is where it really starts. This is where it all begins. Next thing we know, Izuku's running straight for him... The boy Katsuki's bullied almost all of his life is risking his own in order to save him.

You know the story from there; All Might trains Izuku to withhold his power, they get accepted into UA, and then comes the Sports Festival.

Katsuki's already made up his mind: he's gonna win. He's willing to give everything he has to show the country what he's made of, and this may be his only chance to make up for the mishap several months ago. And Monoma, being a professional at making things worse by opening his mouth, rubs salt in the wound.

It was pretty easy to predict Katsuki's reaction: pissed off and more than ready to prove him wrong. He does, but it cost him his "first place" during the Calvary Battle. But that's okay 'cuz it's not over yet!

Welcome to the next and last stage of the festival: The Battle Tournament, where all the kids get to beat the shit out of each other until only one remains.

Turns out, Katsuki does win. It was a foolproof plan: get Todoroki to go all out on him so he can make a final impression before the end of the day. But it was obvious that Shouto was still unsure of himself, so Katsuki did what he did best:

He had to piss him off.

But instead of getting angry and bursting into flames like he had planned, Shouto threw away the battle at the last second, and everything Katsuki had worked for with it.

No shit he's gonna be upset! He worked his ass off to get where he was, and the whole point was to leave himself a footprint! His entire life had been dedicated to that moment, and it faded away right in front of him.

Midnight put him to sleep and he woke up and threw a temper tantrum.

Now this is was UA did wrong:

Why would you do that?! They were all aware of what happened to him only a few months ago, he obviously hasn't properly recovered from it, and they restrain him in front of thousands of people. They cover his mouth and gag him, lock his hands in a tiny metal box and expect him not to go insane. Helloooo?! Wake up! He's just a kid!

Several months go by and now it's time for camp. Katsuki is tired. They all are. It's been a long day of training and training and training, and suddenly villains come out of nowhere, and nobody is prepared. And who shows up? The League of Villains, and they're after certain students...

Tokoyami escapes safely, but Katsuki isn't so lucky.

Just think about that for a second. When we see Shigaraki holding a picture of him, it's the one where UA tied him up. He knows what this child has gone through and he pities him. To be honest, I think the LoV treated him much better than anyone ever has (except maybe Kirishima). They're hesitant, but they treat him with kindness. They didn't just want him for his quirk. They saw what the heroes did to him and wanted to help him get the revenge he deserved.

But when All Might showed up (more like "burst through the wall like the Cool Aid man"), Katsuki is instantly teleported in the strangest way possible... and the most traumatizing.

He chokes out this weird slime-like substance that devours him within seconds. Thankfully it only last that long, but then again, the Sludge Incident, remember?

Yeah, bet that brings back some memories.

But what must have hurt him the most was All Might's downfall and early retirement. He said it himself:

After several chapters, he finally burst. He's been holding all the pain inside of him until it bubbled over and he couldn't take it anymore. So he went to the only person he could- the person he hated and yet trusted the most.

Maybe the Class 1A concert helped him in a way. It seemed like it brought him down and maybe even relaxed him a little. And something incredible happens. Something we haven't seen from him at all until now...

(From here, I'll try to keep it short to avoid as many manga spoilers as I can. That and I'm tired...)

He began to change; started to support Izuku... in his own twisted way, of course. As chapters went by, he started to open up little by little. He admitted what he had done to Izuku in middle school to All Might, which had brought him some peace of mind. It wasn't quite the apology we had hoped for, but I guess it'll do.

And during the war, he made the greatest sacrifice, finally unlocking his quirk's full potential. Despite being unable to move, he used his quirk to throw himself in front of Izuku without thinking, taking a blow to his stomach. To his stomach.

He was impaled.

Holy shit.

Last time someone had been impaled was Nighteye, and he died from his wounds.

But Katsuki somehow managed to survive... And woke up ready to beat Izuku's ass if he didn't wake up.

Anyway, that's all I have to say (so far). However, I'm excited for Season 5 of the anime series! Can't wait to see our new story animated! I mean, I've been watching the episodes as they come out, but still.

-Blightcon

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #midoriya izuku #deku #all might #bakugou mitsuki #bakugou masaru #todoroki shouto #Utsushimi Camie #tokoyami fumikage #the thoughtbox

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khaotic-kitsunes · 4 years ago

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Behind Closed Doors

Ooo, I like this idea! Originally I was gonna write headcanons for it but in the end, I guess I just ended up writing a scenario? Wild world right? Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn’t...but I really hope you enjoy it and please, feel free to let me know what you think!

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Cheeky Kitsune 🦊💋

It was impossible to tell how long ago it all started, all of the secrets, the sneaking around; the easily told lies. All to spend a few stolen moments with your prince and soon-to-be King; Katsuki.

You were nothing more than a maid, brought in a few years ago because no one else could deal with the crown-prince’s temper. The job paid too much to turn down, on the condition that you could tolerate Katsuki’s anger and get your work done without him throwing you out; to achieve that, you had been given two week’s trial.

Surprisingly enough, you had made it through the trial period with no trouble. A few arguments here and there, but nothing too terrible; apparently Katsuki’s mother had been impressed because you were given full time and extra money, weekends were your own to enjoy as a break from the short-tempered man and should you need anything, you were given permission to go straight to the currently ruling King and Queen.

It had all begun with a kiss, albeit, an angry kiss; one of frustration and annoyance. That one kiss had stolen both your breath and your heart.

~ ~ ~

“Oi, wench!”

You let out a quiet sigh, lifting your head to address Katsuki as he opened his bedroom door with a deafening slam, angry glare focused on you despite how you were simply folding his clothes so that you could put them away as you always did this time each week.

“Is there something I can help you with, my lord?” You asked the question even though you hoped the answer was no, gently setting down one of his now folded tops on top of the nearby table; stacked neatly on top of the others that you had already done throughout the morning.

“Is it true?!” You raised an eyebrow as you moved to pick up another article of clothing, beginning to fold it as he stormed up to you. It was strange to see him so outwardly angry towards you, but then again, his anger was well-known throughout the land; you just hadn’t seen it directed towards you before.

“Could you be a little more specific, my lord? Many things are true but unless you specify, I can’t help you” You kept your voice calm as you looked towards him, mindlessly folding his clothes. The task had become as easy as breathing air since you had first been employed, since you were Katsuki’s personal maid, the tasks you had were mostly repetitive and made easy to do without thinking too much about it.

“You were offered another job!” You nodded slowly at his clarification, confusion forming on your features when he became visibly angrier; practically seething when his question was confirmed. It was hard to understand, given that you had turned down many different offers of employment. The best thing you could come up with was that he was angry to hear that he was stuck with you; however, given that he hadn’t seemed to mind your presence before now, that was hard to believe.

“Is there a problem? I would assume that you would be happy to hear that I’ve got no intention of leaving” You could see the way his anger faltered at your words, a brief flicker of confusion darting through his gaze before he was standing in front of you; eyes narrowed in suspicion and disbelief.

“You’re staying…? Weren’t you offered more than what you earn here?” You nodded slowly at his question, reaching past him to place the folded clothing on top of the pile; deciding that it would be better for you to wait until you continued on with your task. The prince was agitated, which meant that you should probably give him all of your attention until his anger passed.

“If you were offered more, then why are you staying?” His question made you smile, having to bite down on your bottom lip to prevent the giggle that threatened to slip out; the last thing that you needed was to stir the already agitated prince. Otherwise, you might have to take up that offer of employment.

“I’m staying because I want to. I like it here; the work is good and I believe in loyalty to the people that have done right by me.” You murmured out your response softly, standing up so that you were chest to chest with the prince; a pleasant smile decorating your lips, not a whisper of a lie escaping you.

“I’ve turned down a lot of job offers since coming here, my lord…but may I ask why the sudden interest? How did you even hear about this to begin with?” You tilted your head in vague curiosity while he scoffed, turning his head to the side so that you couldn’t see his expression; agitation still made obvious by his body language.

“Your new employer sent a carriage for you. Mother asked me to fetch you.” Your eyes widened at his words, disbelief filling you until he decided to look back at you properly; his expression alerting you to the truth of his words. Though, you should have believed him to begin with; Katsuki Bakugou never did anything that he didn’t want to and that included lying.

He despised lies, that had been something that you had learnt early on during your two-week trial as his maid.

“My lord, please believe me. I have no idea why there’s a carriage here for me, I declined the offer immediately. I have no wish to leave my home.” He raised an eyebrow the moment you said the word ‘home’, giving a slight nod of his head before reaching out to cradle the back of your head with his hand; his lips crashing angrily down against your own in a breath-taking kiss.

“Continue your work. I want to speak with you once I clear up this bullshit.”

~ ~ ~

You moaned out softly, pressing your hands against Katsuki’s chest as he used his weight to pin you against the solid wooden door; his lips against your own and his hands gripping your thighs, lifting you against his hips.

“Keep your fucking voice down (Name)” His instruction came out as a low groan of frustration while his lips travelled down to your jaw, sending welcomed shivers along your spine at the affection he was showering you with; he had been gone on a peace-treaty with his mother for a week.

Clearly that had been much too long for the two of you to be apart.

“You make it sound easier than it is”

He snorted at your cheeky remark, nipping at your neck while his hands roamed your body, undressing you with silent skill as he went; leaving you as confused as ever. You never could understand how he had gotten so good at undressing you in such situations.

“Yeah, well you know what happens if we’re caught. So, shut up already” He grumbled out the order, clearly dissatisfied with having to tell you to be quiet; unfortunately, it was a necessary part of your stolen moments together. If you were too loud and got caught, there would be consequences that the two of you couldn’t bear to risk.

You moaned out quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as Katsuki buried himself inside of you, large hands going back to your thighs to keep proper hold of you while you squirmed in place; it wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last time he had you against the door to his bedroom, but that didn’t make it any less enjoyable.

“You know, you always get so rough when you’re jealous” You whispered out the teasing words with a quiet giggle, gasping as Katsuki bit your boob firmly, his hips moving at a harsh pace that came hand in hand with Neito Monoma asking you to become his personal maid. Katsuki was a jealous man and that was made obvious whenever you happened to chat to someone that he deemed a threat.

“You’re really bringing this up now?” Katsuki growled out the question, trailing nips and bites over your chest while you moved your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you with a stifled moan; your back arching from the pleasure that he sent racing through your body.

“You’re the one that kicked Monoma out and dragged me away” Katsuki scoffed at your remark, keeping his head low as he thrust his hips, likely so that you couldn’t see the guilty expression on his features; it was obvious to the both of you that you were right, but having Katsuki admit it was a completely different matter.

You whimpered out Katsuki’s name quietly when he brushed up against your sweet spot, the sound tipping him off and causing him to change the way he moved his hips; now hitting your spot with each hard thrust, your noises of pleasure beginning to grow louder as a result.

“Better keep your voice down (Name)” You scowled at Katsuki’s taunting remark, moving a hand to tug at his hair roughly in displeasure before biting down on your bottom lip to stifle the cry of pleasure that had nearly spilled free. It was payback for mentioning Monoma, you knew that, but at the same time; it was impossible to resist teasing him.

It was something only you could do without having him explode at you.

“You look so good like this…and all mine…”

Katsuki mumbled words made you smile as you rocked your hips down to meet his thrusts, a quiet moan managing to slip past your lips while he continued to fuck you against the door; not making nearly as much noise as you had expected it to make.

“God…would you shut up?” You whispered out the request under your breath, trying your best not to cry out his name when he slapped his hand against your thigh, accompanying the action with a firm bite to the bruise that was already beginning to form from one of his earlier bites; more pleasure than pain.

A quiet whimper escaped you as a familiar heat began to build up in the pit of your stomach, making it nearly impossible to focus on your goal of keeping quiet; as it always seemed to.

“Oi, bite me if you have to…might not get as lucky as last time” Katsuki groaned low as he uttered the instruction to you, cursing out when you moved your head to bite down on his shoulder firmly; drowning the loud moan in his muscled body. Refusing to allow anyone but him to hear your noises of pleasure as your orgasm rocked through you.

“Fuck…alright then” He growled out the remark under his breath, rolling his shoulder when you released your hold on him; instead riding out your orgasm with his thrusts, managing the bear with the pleasure-filled jolts that raced through your system while Katsuki worked towards his own release.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait too long. Katsuki’s hips were already beginning to move at a rapid pace, his movement sloppy as his orgasm neared; burying himself inside of you as deep as he could moments later. His hot seed filling you.

“…I think we did pretty good this time.”

#dynamight #katsuki bakugou #dynamight x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #reader x dynamight #reader x katsuki #reader x bakugou #royal au #prince!katsuki #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #smut #requests #cheeky kitsune #scenario

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years ago

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Kinktober #27: The Lake: Bakusquad

In which you and Kirishima take a trip to the lake for a little class reunion.

Characters: primarily Kirishima / f!reader, but also Jirou, Sero, Kaminari, Bakugou and Mina / f!reader AND background Kaminari / Jirou

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) aged-up characters, pro-hero Kiri, Bakugou, Denki, Jirou, Mina and Sero, group sex, polyamory, brief mentions of drinking, not a whole lot of attention paid to protection (sorry...)

Notes: Today’s prompt was “Orgy.” You can probably tell by how many fcking PEOPLE are involved lmao. I... had trouble with this one! This was tough. There are a lot of limbs to keep track of. But I wouldn’t be opposed to re-visiting this dynamic again soon, with more time to play around a little.

I know it says 1-A on the masterlist, but it really did turn out to be more of a Bakusquad thing, sorry!

Kinktober Masterlist

You’re folding one last sweater into your weekend bag and zipping it up when Kirishima swings by to pick you up.

After a very long, hot summer week at the office, your boss let you go a couple of hours early on a slow Friday afternoon- just soon enough to catch the early train home. It turned out to be very lucky indeed, since Kirishima’s already here and you’re just finishing up your packing.

Then again, it’s not your fault you’ve been agonizing over what to bring.

The buzzer by your door sends your heart leaping into your throat, but it only takes a quick peek out the front window to confirm that it’s Kiri. He knows that you’ll look before you head for the door, so he’s stepped back from the front stoop a little and shoots you a bashful wave with one hand shoved into his pocket.

You melt. He’s cute enough to put your nerves to rest.

“Good afternoon, milady,” he greets with a sweep of charming enthusiasm when you pull the door open for him. He bows playfully before stepping into your apartment. “I will be your escort this weekend. Show me to your luggage.”

“I don’t think there’s enough of it to be called ‘luggage,’” you giggle. You slip an arm around his neck and push a kiss against his cheek.

“Hi.”

He gasps, pressing his fingers to the spot where your lips touched.

“Such unprofessional behaviour. I’m going to have to report this, you know.”

“Shut up.” You bat at his chest. The bastard, in all his well-muscled glory, barely flinches. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

The threat’s playful, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t consider it, it in the darkest hours of the night before.

Every year, on the last weekend in July, Kirishima gets together with some old friends from UA. They rent a little cabin out by the lake, drink, party, and catch up. You’ve been dating just under a year, so you’ve never been to one of these before. Even though you’ve met everybody who’s going to be there individually, it’ll be the first time you see them as a group.

And Kirishima’s known them for ten years. You like to think you know him pretty well, but compared to them, you’re strangers.

“It’s not too late to,” he breathes, pausing to glance at you with a moment’s sincerity.

“No,” you brush. “No, I’m fine.” You put your hands on his forearms and squeeze gently. “Nervous, but… that’s what the drive up is for, right?”

“Yeah.” He flashes you a grin that steals your heart over and over again, sweeping you and your little suitcase out the door.

The drive is breezy and surprisingly quick, given the expected level of weekend cottage-country-traffic. You blast the radio and turn it down during the commercials. But you can’t help the sinking dread that pits in your stomach when the ETA in your navigation app drops from an hour and a half to forty-five minutes to five minutes.

The drive was supposed to be your chance to settle your nerves. You’re not ready to be here yet.

When you pull down the sloped gravel driveway of the cabin, there are already three cars there. You recognize Bakugou’s sleek Audi, but you can only assume that the other two belong to the rest of the crew.

So everyone else is already here. Makes sense. Nobody else works 9-5, so they probably cut off early to get here.

Doesn’t make you any less freaked out.

Kirishima insists on grabbing both of your bags. He shoulders his way into the cabin with excitement building in every muscle. You can see it from ten feet away. He’s thrilled to be here. That thought honestly helps, for a hot minute.

Until you hear the voices that drift from inside.

The whole cabin’s lit up with savoury, beautiful smells when you step inside. The kitchen’s crowded- Bakugou’s chopping vegetables and doing his best to shoo everyone out of his way while he sautés and chops and glazes and bakes.

“Jesus Christ. Finally. Will you get these assholes outta my way?” Bakugou snarls, waving his knife around as soon as he catches sight of the two of you.

Before you can even laugh properly at Bakugou’s temper, there’s a high-pitched squeal of your name from behind him, and he’s abruptly shoved against the edge of the counter as a bright pink blur streaks around the island and launches herself at you.

“Hiiiii,” Mina coos, pressing a kiss to your cheek after she’s given you a tight squeeze.

The rest of the party filters in around you- Sero and Denki crowding not-so-subtly around the new addition to their little crew while Jirou makes her way over at a respectful pace. It becomes obvious to you almost immediately that you’re the first girl Kirishima’s ever brought to one of these.

You want to let that feel special. Instead, the intimidation only spikes.

You need to relax.

“Here, babe,” Mina sighs, shooing the boys away from you. “Kiri’ll take your bags upstairs. Let’s get you a drink.”

She grabs your hand and drags you toward the bar cart in the living room. Kirishima disappears up the stairs, but before you know it, he’s re-appearing. So is everybody else. The smells from the kitchen are growing unbearably tantalizing.

Bakugou hollers when dinner’s ready.

He’s done glazed pork chops with some kind of gorgeous mango slaw- indulgent and delicious, but light enough that none of you will be too stuffed at the end of the meal. You sit between him and Kirishima and everybody catches up.

Mina and Sero are starting an agency together. Denki and Jirou found a place together just outside of the city. And Bakugou, of all people, has just taken on his first U.A. intern.

You feel sorry for the poor kid already.

Once the dinner dishes have been cleared, you’re starting to feel more at ease. The conversation flows easily between the group of you, and you’re kind of killing it with the one-liners. Even Bakugou gives a dull chuckle when you land a particularly good one.

But the real purpose of this weekend can’t be put off forever.

“Babe,” Mina coos eventually, leaning over Kirishima to settle a hand on your thigh. “I am so excited that you’re here. Do you know how long it’s been since we had anybody new to play with?”

“Mina,” Kirishima scolds. “Don’t scare her.”

“What?” Mina sits up. “You said you were gonna tell her before you brought her here. Kiri, tell me you talked to her.” She looked up at you with wide eyes. “He told you, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” you promise, holding your hands up to settle her. “He talked to me. I agreed to come knowing full well what we’re here for. But… I’m still nervous as hell over here.”

“Don’t worry,” Mina promises. “We’re gonna take good care of you, sweets. Besides, you and Kiri and Bakugou have before, right? So between them, it’s basically like you’ve already slept with all of us.”

She’s got a point. But that doesn’t change the fact that your cheeks are like molten lava just thinking about it.

Every year, on the last weekend in July, Kirishima gets together with some old friends from UA. They rent a cabin out by the lake, drink, party… and fuck. You’ve shrugged monogamy with him before. Mina’s right- Bakugou’s joined you on a few different occasions. But this is something you’ve never even thought of trying before.

Still, Kirishima makes you want to take risks. He’s always been good that way- encouraging you to push your comfort zone without compromising your boundaries. When you first talked about this weekend, he’d framed his little pitch with the promise that if you weren’t comfortable with it, he was happy to miss out on it, too.

But you know his friends. You know his character. You trust him.

So you jumped.

“She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed,” Denki chuckles, propping his chin in his hand. He’s got his other palm on Jirou’s thigh under the table. In fact, everybody’s starting to get closer, now that dinner’s been taken care of.

“Let me kiss her. Please, Kiri?” Mina leans over again, resting a palm on Kiri’s lap as she bats her eyelashes at you.

“You’re gonna have to ask her yourself, Mina,” Kiri chides. He folds his arms behind his head and leans back in his chair, ready for the show.

Mina purrs your name again, smiling indulgently as she leans a little closer.

“Can I kiss you? Pretty please?”

You’re suddenly bashful, biting your lip. But you want this. You do.

“Sure. Okay.”

You release your lip from your teeth as Mina leans forward. Her lips are soft and so plush, and she’s a careful kisser. Out your right ear, you can hear Kirishima give a little sigh as he watches, and he rests a hand on each of your backs, rubbing soothingly.

“Come on,” Bakugou grunts as the two of you break apart. His chair scrapes harshly across the tile when he stands. “Get your asses to the living room before shit gets messy.”

Before you know it, you’re in a tangle of bare and sweaty limbs. You started out between Bakugou and Kirishima- the two boys you’re most familiar with. You’re stroking both of their hard cocks while they kiss each other, then you, then each other again. All the while, in the background, Mina, Sero, Denki and Jirou are stripping each other down, sprawling across the couch, letting a symphony of moans and sighs drift across the living room to your ears.

Before long, you’re pulled backwards into Denki’s lap as he fucks diligently up into you. Your pussy’s sloppy, slick from Mina’s tongue, and she’s perched right next to you, riding your boyfriend’s cock as the two of you let your hands drift.

You can see that Kirishima has a tight bond with all of these people. But you feel no jealousy towards them. If he can be so closely bonded with so many from his past, then why not you, too? Every time he catches your eye, no matter how many bodies there are between the two of you, he shoots you a loving little wink.

And at the end of the night, it’s you who’s going to be falling asleep beside him.

At some point, Bakugou pulls up a nearby chair, stroking himself while he watches the six of you drive each other to the edge, over and over and over again. By the time you’re all finished, you’re certain at least two dozen orgasms have passed between the lot of you.

And it shows. You’re exhausted.

After sharing such intimacy, you’re reluctant to break from one another. But inevitably you do, separating into your respective beds for the night. As you get ready for bed Kirishima’s full of energy.

“Holy shit, babe,” he raves, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a tight kiss. “That was so fucking hot. You did such a good job, god damn.” He cups your jaw between both his hands and pulls your gaze to his.

He looks down at you with the Milky Way lit up in his eyes, fathomless love all for you.

“You looked so perfect,” he confesses, kissing your forehead, “in the middle a’ all my friends like that.”

You fall into bed together, feeling sore and spent and very loved, and sleep better than you have in weeks.

The next morning, in a haze of woodsy dawn, everybody fights over what to make for breakfast.

#my hero academia #kinktober #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #bakusquad x reader #bakusquad #mha fanfic #bnha fanfiction #bnha #jbbkinktober2020

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thatstupidpotato · 3 years ago

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POSSESSIVE MUCH // Katuski Bakugou//

synopsis: after being able to tolerate and date each other for a full three years, both the bakusquad and dekusquad decide to celebrate their last few days together:)

warnings: possessive y/n and curse words :)

this is my first time in tumblr:) and english is not my first language so i am sorry for all the errors:' anywayy i hope you enjoyy:)

cr: to the owner of the masterpiece:)

"Do you think he will ever man up?" Kirishima says as he looks at his friend blushing profoundly at his crush while screaming death threats at her at the same time and she looks as equally pissed and flustered. "Man it is giving me real headache seeing how oblivious they are about their feelings for each other." Kaminari frowns as Bakugou raises his hands ready to blow his crush' face off. Now this was some free shit fucked up romance the bakusquad got to witness every day and if i am being honest? they would pay a thousand million dollar just to get away from them. For this shit show to end. For maybe Bakugou to man up and confess his feelings or for y/n to women up and do something about hers as Kirishima says. " Dang it mann i cannot see this anymore.... i will have to get myself involved now." Everybody looks at Mina for a split second and then looks back at the duo... currently Bakugou was desperately trying to push y/n away from him as she was very harshly pulling on his hair and kickin his legs. They could see a panicked Midoriya and Uraraka trying to prey their friend of off a very desperate explosive time bomb and Ilda telling them that if they don't stop fighting then he'd have to go get Aizawa sensei while doing his usual air chopping gesture. At the very mention of their teacher both the mentally frustrated teenagers quickly push themselves away from each other. They glare at each other as Midoriya pulls y/n by her wrist and while Bakugou makes his way towards his friends.

Bakugou scowls as he sits next to Kirishima and snatches his water and gulps everything down. " So now do YOU want our help or do you still think that you got it?" Sero smugly askes as Bakugou glares at him. Not directly being able to say he wants help Bakugou starts mumbling under his breath. "Bakubro you need to tell us to help you so we can actually help you and clearly you need help dude. You don't got this at all." Kiri can't help but laugh remembering the situation his friend was in a few moments ago. "Fine i need your help"

Y/n grunts as she sits down in a chair somewhere far away from the boy and his group of friends whoes hair she just nearly ripped of off. "Why? i just need to know why you would treat the person you like like that. You just nearly made him go bald y/n?!?!" Now Uraraka was a very sweet and patient girl but seeing the way they treated each other was surely gonna be the last straw to her patience as well. "It's not me this time!! That piece of shit started it!" y/n points an accusing finger at Bakugou's direction. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU POINTING A FINGER AT ME HUH YOU WORTHLESS BITCH?!!?!" "SEE!!" This was going to be way more harder than they thought.

This was reallyy not that hard at all. And it was hard to believe at first but Bakugou being the desperate hot-head desperately trying to get his crush to actually like him back and not rip his hair was willingly cooperative. And y/n being a bold bitch that she was, she also willingly obeyed to everything her friends said. And now that leads to this current situation. Kirishima had briefly explained Bakugou what he was suppose to do and not do. Now he was patiently waiting for the girl to show up. Y/n on the other hand was ready to rip Bakugou's limps off his nicely built body. So apparently y/n was not willing to get out of her bed so Uraraka might have told her that Bakugou beat the shit out of Midoriya... well now that was chaos.

Let's not discuss in details how they both nearly killed each other. Just as y/n entered the room, Bakugou was ready to be sweet and cringe for the very first and the last time in his life but nah-uh. Y/n pounced on his and tackled him down. That was the last thing he expected to happen and this is Bakugou we are talking about so of course he fought back. Both dekusquad and bakusquad could only watch in pain as they once again indulged in a physical fight.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU CRAZY BITCH?!"

"YOU BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF IZUKU YOU MOTHERFUCKING FUCKED UP PIECE OF SHIT!!"

"WHAT THE HELL YA TALKIN' BOUT?? I NEVER TOUCHED THAT DAMN NERD!!"

and just like that Bakugou understood what the hell was happening. This came as a shock to everyone but before y/n could say anything else, Bakugou quickly ran up to y/n and put his lips on hers. Luckly Kaminari got everything on camera:)

So now here they were a few years later. They had just recently graduated and to celebrate their hard work they all had decided to go out. They were all at some club and y/n was tired of glaring at the damn fucking hoes who were shamelessly eye fucking her boyfriend. And Bakugou? oh boy he enjoyed watching his girlfriend shoot daggers at each and every girl who laid their eyes on him. "I have a very bad feeling about this guys..." Midoriya wasn't very wrong about that. If this continued for any longer you bet your ass y/n was gonna flip out and no one could stop her... "Midoriya chill out bro. I'm sure nothing will happen right... right Y/n???!!" Every inch of Kirishima shivered at the look on y/n's face.

"Ohh hoo i can't promise anything to you right now Kiri." y/n had this creepy smile and her brows were frowned as a group of girls make their way toward them. Each of them sitting in between one of the boys. These bitches be blind. And then they openly started flirting making everyone in the table uncomfortable and making y/n more annoyed.

slut flirting with Katsu - "hey there hot stuff. I am Britney and you are?" she got no answer back as Bakugou ignored her and foucsed on how y/n eyebrows were furrow real hard and she had a disgusted look on her face. Was this slut really doing this? they paid no damn attention as all the fucking sluts desperately tried flirting.

Y/n glances at Midoriya and see that the slut was now clinging onto him and how he couldn't do anything to prey her of off him and poor Uraraka looked in pain as the girl ignored her attempts to get her to get off her friend. Y/n flinched when that slut pushed Uraraka making her stumble a little, Kirishima caching her before she fell. Ok so that's it you bitch.

"Hey you bitch you just pushed my friend and i don't know what the hell you and your little slut friends are doing here because nunna us want any of you here. You're making all of my friends uncomfortable so leave before this takes a bad turn." to say that the slut girl looked a little scared was understandable. After all y/n did have a bad temper so everyone tried their best to stay at her good side. She slowly let go of Midoriya and he look really relieved. That slut girl looked at the girl behind y/n. The one that has been eye fucking Bakugou the moment he stepped his foot inside that club. Ok so everyone was holding their breath no one saying anything, too scared to speak. All the slut girls stopped doing their shit and just started at y/n who turned around and looked at the 'Britney' slut. Now Britney was not one to get scared easily it seems. Bitch looked y/n up and down before rolling her eyes at her and turning her attention at Bakugou again. "So tell me moree about yourself ~"

And what did Bakugou do? He stared her in the face real hard. Like a blank face just started at her. Britney flinched a little before shifting uncomfortably. Oh ho did that bitch get an idea on how to get into his pants. Britney slowly turned toward Bakugou and crossed her legs, he dress moving up just a little bit more. She put one hand on her lap while the other one lifts her glass as she takes a sip of her drink. So now i think what she wanted to do was make it look sexy? but did it? nah-uh. Everyone made a disgusted face at her attempt. By now the people around their table had their attention turned to them as well. Y/n was trying really hard to keep her anger at bay. After all they were gonna be heroes so they had to have a nice reputation and y/n didn't wanna drag the others with her. "Britney? honey? i don't really know what you think of yourself but right now not only me but everyone here can see how dumb and a little slut you look like. So if you don't wanna humiliate yourself anymore, my advice? You turn around and you leave." and then y/n gave her a sarcastic smile. Britney looked around and saw that now half of the people were looking at her. Oh honey Britney wasn't going down without a fight. She smirks smugly at y/n " I am sorry? but who are you again. You don't look that important to me." yes now she had done the it. Everyone looked prepare to hold y/n back. Y/n once again laughs sarcastically before slowly walking up to her. "You just had to do it didn't you Britney? you don't realise who you messing with bitch. But let me tell you loud and clear. You know the boy who you've been eye fucking all this time? yeah i am his girlfriend and i am far more important than you will ever be." y/n leans down to her eye level, starting her right in the eye and she could see how embarrassed she looked. Right now? y/n really didn't care about their reputation. She had crossed the line. And honestly? i think it'd be humiliating for her to just walk away from Britney. She just looked down on the future hero so of course she had to do something right? Y/n stands up straight and everyone sighs a breath of relief because she's not gonna beat that bitch up so now they could leave without anyone getting hurt. But that's not all was it? y/n picks up Britney drink more like snatches it from her hands before examining it properly and pouring it on her. Everyone gaps before laughing at her. Britney looks at Y/n with so much rage and y/n just smirks at her. Britney stands up ready to throw a fist at her. But before she could even take a step Bakugou stands up and pulls y/n towards her before crashing his lips on hers. Y/n kisses back. Their lips moving together in sync. Bakugou licks her bottom lip before sucking on them hard making y/n gaps at the painful pleasure. Bakugou shoves his tongue inside her mouth, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He pulls her closer to him as his hands travels down to her ass, squeezing it hard making y/n bite on his tongue as hee hand tugs on his hair harder making Bakugou grunt. Yes they were having a full on make out session in the middle of a club and everyone was looking at them in shock. Britney looked more than humiliated as she stool still. Her drink making her hair and clothes sticky as she stares at the couple making out. She could hear a few snickers directed at her. Bakugou pulls away first looking at her with his eyes all soft and whipped as he smiles softly at her. Pecking her lips hardly one last time, he smugly looks at that Britney bitch as his hands stay around his girlfriend. Did you really think he was gonna waste his breath on her? no.

Bakugou smirks at Britney, his hands dropping down to intertwine with his girlfriend.

"Come on babe filthy whores don't deserve this much attention. You're just wasting your breathing talking to trash." and then mr. hot stuffs winks and walks away pulling y/n with him, others following behind laughing at the shook Britney. Few minutes after they leave the club everyone erupts in laughter. Someone from the crowd screams "MAN I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU JUST FLIRTED WITH THE FUTURE PRO HERO AND GOT MADE FUN OF BY ANOTHER FUTUR HERO" and all she could do now was run home and cry like a little pussy.

When they were back at the dorm y/n apologised for the way she behaved. "Chill y/n. You don't gotta be sorry. Infact it was really fun yk seeing her face." y/n smiled at all of them. Bakugou looks at y/n smugly "Possessive much?"

"Of course i am going to be possessive over you. You're mine."

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that's all:) i hope you enjoyed:)

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mortedeveles · 4 years ago

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Can I ask for a mha headcanon with bakugou, tenya & izuku with a crush/so who's short, chubby and is very quiet & cold when they first meet, but when they start getting to know them they're actually goofy, sarcastic and very caring/cuddly (they were just super anxious when they first met the boys) I hope this isn't too confusing or too much ^^" 👉👈

thanks for requesting sweet anon! your request is perfectly fine! i hope you like it <3 on another note, if you’ve sent me a request and I haven’t responded, please send it again or DM me! i think Tumblr has been eating asks lately.. ;vv.

these are my first headcannons, I hope they’re not too bad :( what do you think? are they too informal/formal? too short/long? feel free to let me know! i made bakuhoe’s kinda long, i hope you don’t mind! MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN, THEY WILL CLOSE ON THE 16TH! as always, please leave a like, reblog, comment and/or follow if you enjoyed! <33

PAIRING: Bakugou K. x gn!reader, Tenya I. x gn!reader, Izuku M. x gn! reader

Themes: pining, humor. [HEADCANNONS]

TW: cursing? i don’t think anything else.

BAKUGOU, TENYA, IZUKU WITH A CRUSH!reader (HEADCANNONS)

When you enrolled in U.A High, you were extremely nervous. What if you weren't fit to be a Pro Hero? At the entrance exam, there were so many other students, you felt queasy at the sight of so much potential.

You went through so many insecure thoughts and fleeting moments of panic before school started. What if they didn't like you? How would you even make friends? Would they be easy going or cold and distant? When school finally started, you were in for a surprise.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

As we all know, Katsuki was a prideful asshole at the beginning of the school year. He barely paid attention to anyone and you weren't an exception- Kirishima and the Bakusquad were the only ones who'd managed to befriend him. And even then, they would always get on his nerves.

Don't get me wrong, he knew you existed. But he didn't really pay much attention to you until the mids of the first year. The first time he interacted with you was during a fighting assignment- the two of you had been paired together, you were to engage in combat and see how your quirks worked against each other and together.

Bakugou noticed that you had a strong quirk- you weren't any extra. With your quirk Liquify, you actually managed to make him sweat and feel tired- you had a good grasp on your quirk. He didn't mind working with you, he had noticed that you tended to be quiet and distant and barely talked to him if it wasn't school-related- so he thought you were alright. Katsuki preferred a silent partner than a loud and noisy one like dunceface.

However, he was slightly thrown off guard when he spotted you with Todoroki, Tsuyu, and a few others of the class, laughing together and blabbering about nonsense. He had never seen you laugh or smile around him. Your face was shining with joy- he could see so many emotions in your expression- a startling contrast to your usual stoic or grimacing face.

Bakugou didn't care, right? The two of you were just study partners, nothing more. He didn't care about how you acted around him.

...Right?

He couldn't convince himself with his own words.

The more time the two of you worked together, the more you opened up. It was a pleasant change. Katsuki noticed how you would smile when you thought he wasn't looking or that you'd occasionally chatter with him during the fighting and reply sarcastically to his remarks.

Seeing you smile and laugh around him felt nice- his heart always skipped a beat when your lips tugged upwards.

He told himself it was nothing. He didn't like you or anything...he just liked seeing you smile. That's what he kept telling himself day after day, refusing to acknowledge his feelings for you.

''Bakugou, do you choose truth or dare?''

It wasn't until Class 1A decided to have a sleepover with all the boys and girls (minus Mineta, they kicked him out of the building for the night) and played a popular game called Truth or Dare that he finally acknowledged his feelings for you.

It was Mina's turn, and Katsuki didn't like the evil glint in her eyes. He felt his heart crawl up to his throat when Mina smiled at him.

He swallowed, clenching his fists at his side. Ever since he was paired with you, Katsuki had noticed how Mina's gaze lingered on the two of you. What was she planning? Was Mina going to force him to do something- kiss you? He felt his ears burn at the thought. After an awkward moment of silence, Bakugou spoke up.

''Truth,'' he said gruffly. Hopefully, she wouldn't ask what he was thinking.

Mina squealed in delight. She clasped her hands together. ''Bakugou,'' she spoke slowly but firmly, her face contorting into a serious expression. ''Do you like Y/N?''

''Hah?!'' he immediately snapped. His ears and cheeks burned red and small sparks snapped from his palms. Bakugou could hear snickers and squeals from the rest of his classmates but refused to look at them.

''What kind of question is that?!"

After a few moments, Bakugou grumbled a 'yes', but no one heard him, so Mina taunted him into speaking louder.

Mina giggled, shooting you a knowing glance. Bakugou wanted to look at you- what were you thinking?- but his fear of rejection willed him to keep his burning gaze on Mina.

''You heard me,'' the pink girl replied with a grin. ''Is Y/N your crush? Don't lie to me. You have to say the truth!''

''YES! GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, I LIKE Y/N, OKAY?!"

Everyone was silent at his outburst. With a growl, he glanced at you. His face felt like it was on fire- and much to his surprise, you were as flustered as him- but you offered him a timid smile. He relaxed at your smile and felt his heart flutter. You liked him back.

TENYA IIDA

As class president, Iida felt the responsibility of reaching out with all of his classmates. He wasn't particularly close with everyone, but he made sure to be friendly and supportive.

You were a different case. Despite his attempts to converse with you, Iida had noticed that you were quite distant and cold. At first, he was startled but eventually brushed it off. Maybe it was just your behavior, similar to Todoroki's.

Even though you were quite closed off, Iida refused to surrender.

He had seen you briefly interact with other classmates such as Tokoyami and Ochaco, and you were far more comfortable with them, smiling and even laughing with them. This could've discouraged him but instead, it made him feel motivated to get you to be comfortable with him.

After Iida had a sparring match with Todoroki, you approached him.

‘‘Not bad,’‘ you said. Your face was stoic- but the fact that you were complimenting him made him smile. ‘‘Your sparring skills are improving.’‘

Iida bowed down so low he nearly touched the ground. ‘’Thank you, Y/N-chan!” he exclaimed.

Eventually, the two of you became comfortable friends, but Iida was still the goody two shoes he's always been. Whenever you were acting improper or out of line, he was always there to keep you in check, scolding you with his loud and long speeches.

At first, his scoldings irked you but you eventually warmed up to them. One time, your uniform was too tight/short (it was the last pair you had clean!) and when you greeted Iida, his face reddened.

''Y/N-chan!'' he exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. ''Your uniform doesn't abide by the school uniform's guidelines! You are a very beautiful person but-,'' his face turned even redder and he swallowed nervously. ''Your presentation is improper!''

After his rant, he breathed heavily and was surprised when he heard you laughing softly. You rarely showed emotions around him- only a few small smiles and chuckles, but never a laugh.

''Oh, Iida-kun!'' you said with a teasing grin. ''It's my only clean uniform pair!'' you pouted and Iida swallowed nervously. ''I'll make sure to dress properly next time! Thanks for letting me know.'' you pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek and walked away with a mischievous grin, leaving him a blushing mess.

Iida grew fond of your jokes- they were silly, but always made him smile. Around you, Iida grew at ease. He had acknowledged that he had romantic feelings for you, but wasn’t quite sure how to tell you. It wasn’t a concerning matter for him, he was sure that one day, he would be able to confess to you... it was merely a matter of time. Meanwhile, he would simply have to push his romantic feelings aside, until he was ready to confess.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Where do I begin?

Izuku is quite friendly and tries to befriend everyone- even if they're challenging or distant. He's proven to be successful- after all, he befriended the aloof Shoto Todoroki.

He began to interact with you through Todoroki- you had quickly befriended the bi-colored boy after joining U.A and when Izuku befriended Todoroki and began to sit together- you would tag along and sit with them.

When he met you, he was in awe for several reasons. One, you had perfect control over your quirk Liquify- which amazed him to no end- he would constantly ask you questions and mutter under his breath, writing down notes in his notebook.

Your cold behavior didn't bother him- he believed that you simply weren't comfortable with him yet, and he was okay with that fact. You could open up whenever you were ready.

His theory turned out to be correct- after months of socializing, you began to warm up with him- and he began to see a different side of you.

You would occasionally make sarcastic remarks that made him laugh loudly. Izuku didn’t miss how your eyes would slightly crinkle and how beautiful you look when you smiled- but remained silent and kept his comments to himself.

During the weekend, you had spent time with him and admitted that you felt anxious around him- he was Deku, a Pro Hero in training, he saved everyone and always smiled brightly. To a certain point, you felt intimidated by him.

After hearing your confession, Izuku assured you that you were great as well- he was a firm believer that your quirk and your traits were perfect to be a Pro Hero- there was no reason to feel intimidated.

The two of you grew even closer after that day.

Sometimes, you would become cuddly or yearn for physical contact and you would grumble or ask Izuku if you could hug him or hold his arm. He would blush brightly and stammer for several minutes but eventually agree.

If being close to him made you happy, he was happy to oblige.

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satsuki2406 · 4 years ago

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OPEN SKY Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

“…And never, ever forget that, your dreams are the wings that’ll help you fly.”

(L/N)(Y/N) has always been forced to live according to others’ expectations. As a member of the powerful and influential (L/N) Family, she has had to live with the heavy weight of seeing others write her destiny with no choice but just obey. But when (Y/N) finally decides to risk it all to take the only opportunity to regain the control of her own life, everything ends up going horribly wrong. Surrendered and disappointed, she receives one last chance to prove to herself and to U.A, along with some unexpected help that this was not a crazy and meaningless waste of time.

Maybe this plan could work after all…

PAIRING: (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader)

GENRE/WARNINGS: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Mentions of sex (nothing explicit tho), dark themes, My poor attempt of comedy, family dysfunctionality, toxic relationships, Strong language (Courtesy of King Lord Explosion Murder 💥), Manga Spoilers.

STATUS: On going

Masterlist \(￣︶￣*\))

6- Have We Got a Deal?

✒A/N:

I rewrote this chapter like three times, and hopefully, now it turned out better. I read my progress again a couple of weeks ago and it was simply, not right. I hated it so much that I decided to delete it and work again on it. The essence is the same of what I planned for this chapter and although it is a bit longer now, I took the chance to get into more detail about certain things and express better about others. The conversation between Reader-chan and Kaguya may have become a bit deeper than it used to be, but I really liked the outcome and gave me more ideas for the future plot. That's all for now.

Hope you enjoy it! q(≧▽≦q)

So, my dear sweet cousin, do you accept or not?

“W-Wait a minute! You can’t be serious, do you- do you understand the implications of what you’re saying?!” You said incredulously.

“Of course I do, why do you think we are here?” Kaguya said while she took another canape and bit it. She chewed slowly while you watched her attentively, the dread in your stomach growing by increments, exasperated for her to continue. She finally swallowed and took a sip of wine.

“So? Would you care to explain what on earth is actually happening, because you don’t expect me to believe that the cause of such an unprecedented change is because of some internet gossip” You said in a demanding tone.

“Of course it’s not, but if you are patient enough I’ll explain it to you with pleasure, so you better watch your tone with me, brat.” She hissed.

You puffed out your cheeks but nodded in cue for her to continue.

“Approximately three days ago grandmother convened a last-minute meeting in her abode to discuss this problem. At first, I thought she was overreacting about this whole ordeal, after all big corporates and companies are attacked and critized all the time, but after a long, long discussion, we all agreed that the situation should not be taken lightly and it needed to be addressed as soon as possible.”

“That bad it is?” You asked slightly concerned.

“Unfortunately,” Kaguya answered. “Walls covered in graffiti in Kyoto, people protesting and messing with the employees at the ER main entrance in Hosu, broken windows in Deika and thousands and thousands of emails and nasty messages in all our social media accounts. We had to hire the services of a whole publicity agency so they could deal with the problem, hardly. It has been difficult to contain, but it paid off because it hasn’t been leaked into any important newscast. Internet, the origin of the problem, has been another story, unfortunately, in these cases, it can be very difficult and unforgiving to work with; once something enters, is nearly impossible to pull it out and if you succeed there’s always a risk it would pop up anywhere when you least expect it.” Kaguya said while she rubbed her temples.

“Internet is a huge source of news and information for thousands of people nowadays, even millions, fake or not, and also the main responsible that this situation slipped out of control faster.”

You contemplated your next words as you soaked in all the information you just were provided with, so you could express your ideas and queries as clear as possible. “Okay…but why is everybody so angry about our current family situation? I get it’s messed up, but why go as far as vandalize privite property and nag about it on social media?” You asked slightly hesitant.

“As an institution, we had always presented and preserved ourselves as a family, working to, and for the Japanese families generation after generation, no matter where we went, we always went together, always radiating the image of a happy, healthy, and unified family. Throughout the time several members of our family had made multiple presentations in public inspiring kindness and charisma, earning the trust and love of the people, which is impressive considering the heavily hero centered world we live in. Now that there are strong rumors putting all of these apparent facts into question, some people feel mocked, disappointed, and cheated… besides other things.” Kaguya mumbled.

“Sorry I could not listen the last part Kaguya.” You said puzzled.

“Don’t worry, I was just talking to myself, the important thing is that the problem is been solved, millions will be invested but is necessary. We have already started a huge ad campaign, a lot of important heroes will be involved so we can reassure and remind people why we have been their number one choice during over a century, that we still the same and will always remain the same, that we do not change, we improve.”

“I see, but you haven’t explained what does this have to do with me going to U.A-”

“As I told you she decided to make exceptions, due to the unusual situation we are going through right now we need unusual solutions as well and as part of our ad campaign and for the sake of our image she decided that two fortunate souls would have the chance to pursue a carrier of their choice, you know to placate the masses.”

“ Of course, a different series of factors would be taken into account when examining the option chosen and its potential benefits for the interests of the company, if these results are not satisfactory, the other alternatives will be analyzed to find a more suitable one and the aforementioned process will be repeated. Once we find satisfactory results, grandmother will proceed to revise everything once more and give her approval or deny it.”

“So, what you’re telling me is that we are doing the same thing but with more options? And they are going to evaluate if we can actually perform well in these new career options?” You asked unimpressed at your grandmas’ unwillingness to let the leash lose a bit even in a situation like this.

“Exactly right, it’s a change but there are still rules nonetheless.” Kaguya affirmed as she refilled her cup again. “Don’t get me wrong, she is really mad, just the thought of sacrifice two pawns in one single move is driving her crazy”

“Which selection system will be used in this case?” You asked.

“Nominations. As you already know there are two potential candidates, besides you of course.”

“Two? But there’s other three-”

“Aya has already been selected by grandmother herself, he’ll be enrolled into U.A next year via recommendation, everything is ready and processed the only thing left is to break the news on him.”

You grimaced, anxious, and preoccupied to see your already thin chances narrow even more. Your cousin, Aya was a famous vlogger and influencer with a strongly settled fanbase in and out of Japan. His videos generally focus on his daily life, trips to cool and exotic destinations, and the typical ‘eat this’, ‘do that’ challenges that always went around the internet.

He also participated in different campaigns to raise funds for different charitable causes and was a fervent advocator of animal rights and the environment, even donating millions from his own pocket. He always did his best to involve the name of the (L/N) Group, allowing them to organize, participate and sponsor some of these events helping bust their image as a caritative, conscious, and woke organization.

The bastard overflew with kindness and charisma and knew how to surround himself with the right people to manage his channel properly, although no relatable for the regular mid-class YouTube user, you had to admit that his videos were fun, entertaining, interesting, and sometimes, informative, that was the reason they were always flooded with millions of views, comments, likes and overall the crushing success he was experiencing every time he uploaded a new one.

He’s rich, famous, handsome, and had an appealing personality, add hero to that list and you’ll get the recipe to success. It wouldn't surprise you at all if he reached the top 10 of the HBC in a year just out of sheer popularity. His quirk is also fitted for a hero, he’ll need some serious training, but nothing that money and elite PT could not manage.

“How am I supposed to compete with that?” You whispered with your head down watching how your knuckles turned whiter as your hands crinkled your uniform skirt.

“Don’t trouble yourself with what you’re not supposed to, Aya is not competition, not anymore, instead try to focus on the actual competition, and may I add that you got a really big chance with my brother out of the picture. Kaguya smirked at you confidently.

“You think so?” You asked doubtfully.

“Believe me (Y/N), my sister is really smart and competent, but has the charm and social skills of a cardboard box, and Himeko, well… we could resume all her virtues, abilities and skills to shopping, makeup, gossip, selfies, social media, being pretty and an absolute headache. Grandmother got big plans for her after she graduates though, so I’ll take her out of the picture as well.”

“Big plans?” You said arching your eyebrow.

“Let’s say that, right now, we have a great, juicy, and very convenient deal that is in negociation right now and she is a vital piece to close it successfully. Don’t worry, your curiosity will be satiated soon enough.”

“What worries me is that I think I got a grasp of what you’re talking about.”

“Aw. Come on, businesses are businesses (Y/N), C’est la vie.” She said as she shrugged uninterested.

“Yeah, because is not you.” You grumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, why don’t you continue.”

“You are right, where we were? Oh, right.”

‘Was she really just dismissing the topic like that?!’

“Tell me (Y/N), do you think that I would have brought you here and propose this plan to you if I didn’t have an ace up my sleeve? Please. There are some important and positive points that can grant us success if we exploit them properly, but we must play our cards wisely, unfortunately, that’ll have to wait until we are completely alone.” Confused your arched your eyebrow, until your ears were met with the sound of the wheels of a certain golden cart rapidly approaching.

“Hello again ladies, let me take this off,” Hiro said while he took the almost empty canape plate along the rest of the dishes. “Is there anything else you would like? Would you like another beverage (L/N)-sama?” Hiro said looking at your semi voided glass.

“Y-Yes please”

“Alright!” With the swift and skill of years of experience, Hiro served your plates, removed the shiny silver food covers, refilled both water cups and Kaguya’s wine cup as well in less than a minute. “Please enjoy, if there’s anything else you would like I’ll be happy to assist you! I’ll be back in a minute with your drink miss.”

You spent the next couple of minutes in total silence waiting for your drink in order to continue your conversation privately and interruption-free. Just as said, Hiro returned instants later with the promised drink and finally left you two to converse calmly.

“Well, now that the coast is clear, let me fill you up with what you have to know and do in order to obtain a favorable outcome for both of us.” Kaguya began as she sliced a bite of quail breast.

“So, this is my plan…”

Now with your dinner night already finished, you were now heading to your house. This ride was as quiet as the one to the restaurant, but without the suffocating weight of uncertainty. Your head was filled now with the echoes of your conversation with Kaguya, debating, analyzing, considering, comprehending every single word of it.

“You seem troubled, you are doubtful, aren’t you?” Said Kaguya interrupting your thoughts.

“I’m more scared than anything if this doesn’t work-”

“It will, you already know what to do, just focus on that. I’ll keep in contact with you anyway, in case of emergencies or any last-minute matter.” She then proceeded to rummage in her purse and took out a brand-new phone, it was one of those not so high-quality flip phones that you can get for a really low price, probably a disposable one.

“I already put my phone number in it, so we can communicate without issue. This phone is a really basic one, so it has no internet access but you have unlimited calls and texts. Just make sure to keep it hidden from your mother or that blabbermouth maid of yours.”

“Yes, I’ll find a place.”

“Perfect, remember, the announce dinner will be this Saturday, surely your mom would tell you, everybody will be there, they must at least.”

Another twenty minutes passed before you were at the main door of your lavish home. Silently, you excited the car after Soichiro opened the door for you and you headed to the front door.

“We’ll keep in contact, until then, (Y/N).” Kaguya said softly, once she finished Soichiro shut the door, bowed his head, and wished you a good evening. He straightened up his posture and proceeded to hop in the car again. Quietly you observed the car get farther and farther until it disappeared. You stayed there in silence, while the nightly wind swayed your hair delicately. The sound of the door opening distracted you, then, you turned around to be met with the gentle smile of Nobu-san.

“Okaerinasai, (Y/N)-sama, how was your dinner with Kaguya-sama?”

“Pretty…unexpected.” You looked everywhere, making sure that nobody else was listening to your conversation. “I’ll fill you out on the details later” You whispered and Nobu-san nodded knowingly. “I see, your bath is ready (Y/N)-sama. Please take your time and relax, it’s been a long night after all,” He got slightly closer to you and cupped his hand around his mouth, and whispered. “I’m pretty sure you’ll make good use of this time to ponder any thought that is troubling your mind.” He distanced from you, crossed his arms behind his back, and gave you a gentle closed-eye smile. “Would you like a cup of tea after your bath?”

You smiled at him fondly.

“(F/T/F), please.”

You’ve been lying if you said that you could actually sleep the night before. Your head could not stop to reproduce in a loop your conversation with Kaguya the night before, like a broken record you couldn’t escape from. Before you noticed, the outrageous melody of your alarm resounded in the spaciousness of your room. You groaned in protest, unwillingly getting up to start your day.

Dressed and ready, you took your bag and went downstairs to have breakfast. Before you could finish hopping down the stairs you caught a glimpse of your mother sitting at the head chair, like always with your father by her side, she was holding her morning coffee while she read some emails on her laptop.

As always she looked stunning in her soft pink and golden outfit, she crossed her legs, put down her cup and started typing in her laptop.

You straighten your posture the best you could and approached the table with delicate steps. “Good morning mother, good morning dad”

“Good morning dear, how did you sleep?” Said your mother without taking her eyes off the screen in a somewhat flat tone as her fingers tapped nimbly over the keyboard. “Pretty well, and yourself?” You said while you took a seat at the innecesarily expansive dinning table.

“Not so well sadly, there’s been some… issues I had to take care of.” She hissed a bit irritated as she rubbed her temples.

“I-I see, hopefully, you’ll have a better day today, mother.”

“I doubt it, unluckily, but thank you for your words, darling. Now hurry up or you’ll be late.”

“Yes, mother.”

“You should have some fresh fruit honey; the mangos are delicious!” Said the cheerful voice of your father. You smiled fondly at him while he reciprocated with a smile of his own. “I’ll do then, thank you for your suggestion dad.” You answered while one of the maids served you a portion of fresh mixed fruit in a bowl and Nobu-san poured tea in your cup.

“(Y/N)” Spoke your mom.

“Yes, mother?”

“Your grandmother had organized a family dinner this Saturday that we must assist, of course, I expect nothing less of you than be on your best behavior, also is imperative that you choose your outfit today so I can determine if it’s appropriate for the occasion. If you need to go shopping just tell Sasaki, I activated your debit card again just this time.” She said authoritatively.

“Yes mother, I’ll do it today after class.” You said as you topped your fruit with some honey, yougurt and granola.

“Splendid, now if you excuse me, I have to go now, Haru, hurry up or we’ll be late”

“Yes, cara mia” Your father beamed. Your mother then rose from her chair took her handbag and draped her coat over her shoulders. Your father then finished his coffee as soon as he could and went behind her. “Have a good day princess!” Exclaimed you dad. “Thank you, you too!” You answered while you saw them get escorted by an army of bodyguards.

Soon enough the door was closed and you were left alone. “(Y/N)-sama I advise you to hurry as well, school starts in thirty minutes” Said the familiar voice of Nobu-san. “What!? Oh, I’m going to be late! Ok, I got this! I’ll brush my teeth and I’ll be ready-please ask Sasaki-san to start the car! I will be there in a minute!” You stuttered while climbing up stairs.

“Sure thing, Ojou-sama,” He said with an amused smile.

“Thank you again for joining me for shopping Momo”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, I’ll also take the chance to buy some new accessories as well,” Beamed your ravenette friend. It was the end of the school day and you had asked Momo to help you choose new accessories to complement a dress you already had.

“But to be honest I never imagine that your mom would lose her grip on you so soon even if it’s temporary, what surprised me more was what Kaguya-san told you yesterday,” She whispered trying to no let your conversation be known by Sasaki-san although the automated partition window was up as a precautionary measure. “Are you sure you can trust her?” She said concerned.

“I still don’t know, suddenly everything became so complicated, I mean her plan is good and has a high probability to work, and right now I don’t have a better option, I don’t even have any options, to begin with!” You groaned, confused.

“What’s still bugging me is why is she helping you in the first place? I can’t help but find it suspicious no matter how much I think about it. Did you ask her something about it?”

“I did, but she went into this mysterious and enigmatic mode and just said something like ‘You’ll know soon enough’ It would be easier to pinch a glass than get something out of her.” You said with a tone of frustration.

“I guess that the only thing we can do now is to wait and see,” Sighed Momo while she shrugged her shoulders. “By the way, what are we going to do first?” She said more animatedly.

“Let’s start with the shoes and then maybe a new jewelry set, a new clutch as well would be good. What you think?”

“I think is a splendid idea!” Momo exclaimed.

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Christmas/Bakugou Katsuki

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Bakugou Katsuki ]

クリスマスソング /back number

Artist: back number Lyrics: Shimizu Iyori Composer: Shimizu Iyori Arrangements: Kobayashi Takeshi (composer) , back number English translation: Here

Somewhere, bells are ringing Unusual words are floating into mind The coldness feels pleasantly good Huh? Why am I doing something like falling in love

Bakugou Katsuki hated winter.

Winter. There were signs of snow that had fallen overnight. The streets were covered in a layer of snow which will have to be plowed later. As the sun slowly rose from the horizon, its glow brightened up the pristine white snow. A few birds chirped as if to welcome the sun. It was early in the morning and not many people were out and about, only very few who were strolling down the streets in warm clothes. This was the season that reminded some that the year was ending, it reminded some that Christmas was right around the corner. For Bakugou, he thought about graduation. It was an odd time to think about it but he couldn't help but to think further.

A lot has happened this year. By the end of every year, one would always say that there were tons of things that had happened to them. There were always bad things but along with those, there were good things as well. Bakugou thought the same as well. Two years ago, he didn't have any intentions of getting all buddy-buddy with his classmates. Kirishima was the only one who persistently tried to befriend him. Other than him, there was you. Annoying, irritating, suffocating―the list goes on. His first impression of you was something that couldn't be described properly. But after getting to know you more, Bakugou soon realized that you were actually a pretty amazing person. Calm, collected, kind and bubbly. Even towards an asshole like himself, you always see the good in him.

Although your presence annoyed him at first, he couldn't help but think that having you around was nice. Coming back to the dorms after training to see you lounging on the couch was like a breath of fresh air. Even though you were always laying in ridiculous positions, mindlessly munching on snacks, he grew used to it. You would lazily wave at him with a chocolate bar in hand, offering the half eaten snack with a wide smile. Bakugou actually liked living in the dorms, he was away from his nagging mother―even though everyone knows that he doesn't mind his mother―and most importantly, you were there. Persistent, clinging, like a moth attracted to light. In this case, he was the light while you were the moth. No, not a moth but a butterfly. You were always the nice one in the class, never seeing any of your classmates as a competition. In fact, you only saw them as your friends and future partners. He added gentle, elegant and kind hearted to his already long list.

Bakugou's Sundays always started early. People always assumed that Sundays were supposed to be spent leisurely. It was the only day of the week where you can sleep in and enjoy the soft blankets wrapped around your body. But it was different for Bakugou, he was already sitting on the couch, dressed in a black pullover and track pants. While he was tying his shoelaces, he heard the familiar elevator ding. Shifting his gaze towards the elevator, he saw you step through the doors and make your way into the common area. Still dressed in your pajamas with small blanket over your shoulders, you trudged towards the kitchen and grabbed a clear glass from the cabinet. It was when Bakugou raised his head that you noticed his presence.

"Bakugou-kun? What are you doing up so early?" you asked in a tired voice.

You had made your way over to the couch, already finished with your glass of water. Even though it didn't really show on your face, the male could tell that you were still tired. The past week had been a little bit tiring for all of you, especially when the final exam is right around the corner. Bakugou often heard how you always stayed in the school's gym, practicing until you were given a warning. You were a hard worker, there was no way anyone wouldn't notice. There were pain relief patches on your shoulders and one on your neck. A small, inaudible yawn escaped your lips and you covered your mouth with your hand as it happened. Bakugou spared you a glance before opening the door. Like you had expected, Bakugou didn't bother to reply but you knew that he was that type of person.

"Itterashai." you gave him a lazy wave before he could leave. Bakugou slowly turned around, cheeks growing red at the sight of your smiling profile. He let out a grunt in response, averting his gaze. Those words made his heart beat a bit faster. He could briefly imagine himself living in the same apartment as you when you were older. Not as friends sharing the rent but something more, something more like a couple. Bakugou shook those thoughts from his head and grumbled something under his breath before leaving. Confused, you thought about what he could've possibly said to you. Deciding that it was probably nothing important, you returned to your room.

It was when Bakugou left the building that he uttered those words louder.

"Ittekimasu."

Is it because it's Christmas Eve, or because of those songs playing repeatedly? Or is it the fault of this city that seemed to sparkle on purpose?

"Come on, its going to be fun!" Kirishima nudged Bakugou who was scowling to himself.

Class 3-A of UA high decided to do one of those Secret Santa, proposed by Ashido and approved by Iida. Now that there were no more classes until the end of the month, you all were always in the dorms. Other than that, you would be at some sort of event that your friends had discovered. But Ashido wanted to do something much more exciting and Christmas-y, thus leading to the current situation. The students began to whisper to themselves and with each other, thinking about how this was a very interesting and fun tradition. From your position beside Todoroki, you were shaking with excitement. There was something about giving a present that excited you. Within minutes, the class president already prepared a box with all your names written on small pieces of paper ready. When you stuck your hand inside the box, you didn't really think about who you wanted to get but you hoped that it was someone you knew well. But in reality, anyone except Mineta was fine.

Once you had pulled out a piece of paper, Iida ushered you back to your seat. You plopped back to your seat beside Todoroki and slowly unfolded the paper. For a second, you could feel yourself shaking in your seat―whether it was from excitement, happiness or surprise, you weren't sure. On the paper was the kanji that only one person had.

Bakugou Katsuki.

Bakugou was one of the very last people who picked the piece of paper from the box. With his hand stuck inside the box, he paid no heed and pulled out a piece of paper, unwrapping it on the way back to his seat. He couldn't believe it. The whole time he walked back, he had his eyes glued to the piece of paper.

[Last Name] [First Name].

Unbelievable, was what Bakugou has said to himself as you glared at the words written on the piece if paper.

"Are you far-sighted or something?" Kirishima suddenly piped up when he noticed how his friend had been narrowing his eyes at the words written on the paper as if they were unclear.

"Shut up, Shitty Hair!"

After a few minutes, everyone had gotten the name of the person they had to gift. There were a few people who made faces when they saw who they had to gift. Even so, it didn't give away who they were giving to. In less than a week, everyone was expected to have their gifts ready for giving at the dorms. It had taken a lot of thinking to decide what you wanted to give to Bakugou. Being more of the type to give presents made by the heart, you decide to purchase some yarn and other knitting tools.

"Nothing beats a gift made by hand and love!" you encouraged yourself before sitting upright and opening a Youtube tutorial on your laptop.

It felt odd. There were tons of pretty scarves in stores and yet, you decide to just sit on your bed and knit one yourself. You noted how it sounded so old fashioned but there was something about homemade gifts that touched your heart. And you somehow hoped that Bakugou would feel the same when he received your gift. You followed every single step of the tutorial and you were rather satisfied with what you have so far, even though it was nowhere near complete. It took you a long time to get used with using the needles and figuring how to do the cast on knot thing. After 5 grueling days, you managed to finish the scarf. You were actually proud of it, even though it looked a little bit messy. Holding the item in front of your face, you frowned. It was nowhere near perfect and as good as you thought it would be. Letting out a disappointed sigh, you laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling.

You fell asleep with the thoughts of what you should get Bakugou.

In the end, you decided to go shopping for Bakugou's gift. You chose to buy your present at night time. It was so that no one could find out who you were supposed to be giving to. When you arrived at the mall, you took a moment to admire all the beautiful decorations as you stepped inside. There were people of all ages and you could spot a few foreigners here and there. Just as you expected, it was crowded as hell, lots of stores offering items at a lower price which caught almost everyone's attention. Like most people, you headed into the department store. After walking around for an hour or so, you finally found something that would look good on Bakugou.

"I hope Bakugou-kun will like this....." you smiled in content, looking into the bag to see the sweater wrapped in a plastic. It took you a very long time just to get this sweater. Buying clothes for someone wasn't as easy as you thought it would be. You pondered about Bakugou's taste, his preferred colors, size and type of clothing for too long. There were lots that caught your attention but none of them seemed to be fitting for someone like Bakugou.

"The fuck are you muttering about?"

"B-Bakugou!?" you squeaked in surprise and hugged the bag closer to your chest so that he couldn't see its contents. Shifting your body to the side, you managed to give him a small, nervous smile.

"What are you doing out here? All alone too....." you questioned, eyes trailing from the ground to glance up at him sheepishly. When you did, you spotted a bag on his hands which appeared to be his gift to someone else.

"What does it look like to you?" Bakugou waved the bag in front of your face. With a small pout, you pushed the bag aside and lightly glared at the taller boy. He watched you huff and mutter something inaudible under your breath. There was a moment of silence between the two of you and neither made any move and just stood there in silence.

"So you wanna grab something to eat?"

It took you a moment to process what he had said. You eyed him with eyes filled with surprise, cheeks becoming warmer. Not often Bakugou invited you out to eat and you knew that he doesn't ask someone out that often. You felt your heart hammering against your chest erratically. With a hand over your chest, you managed to give him a meek nod, giving him a small smile.

"Sure, sounds great."

The number of times I think of wanting to see you, and how this heart of mine hurts when I can't be with you are telling me how I feel about you it's alright, I myself know it Even if I ask Santa, there's no use, right?

It wasn't as though Bakugou never celebrated Christmas. It was the fact that he had never bought you a gift before. Sure he had pitched in when Uraraka proposed on getting you a new tablet because you had been complaining about it for so long. That, of course, did not count. You were one of the very few people he let into his personal space and he could proudly call you his friend. But he did not even know what kind of things you liked. He only knew a few things about you but it was not enough to give him an idea of what he should give you. Did you like sweets? He could make some himself but he didn't want to risk his classmates spotting him doing something so unlikely. Plus, he wanted you to really like it. Preferably, something that can remind you of the day he gave you the gift.

When he saw you stepping into the department store, he was surprised. Out of everyone, he had expected you to do your shopping earlier. However, he couldn't just jump into conclusions. Maybe you just decided to go out for some Christmas shopping. It was crowded with tourists, foreigners as well as locals walking around the mall. At this time of year, it's usually packed either because of the sales or the visitors from other countries who come here to spend their holiday. Bakugou stood there for a few seconds before snapping out of his reverie. Once he did, you were already gone from his sight and the male turned around to resume on his own Christmas shopping. With his hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his pants, he glanced around the stores in search of the perfect gift. As he walked by the stores, he started to wonder what you would like.

Now that he thought about it, Bakugou didn't really know what you liked. Inwardly cursing himself, he began to walk faster to who knows where. He had been too busy thinking about buying the perfect gift that he didn't even thought about what you liked. What's worse, he didn't know that much about you either. He thought back to your past birthdays, everyone had given you all different kinds of things and you had accepted them like it was the best thing you had gotten in your entire life. Bakugou growled to himself―now that didn't help at all. As he passed by a few stores, one caught his attention. And he wasted no time stepping into the store, throwing an onslaught of questions and a few threats here and there.

"Fucking finally." he had finally emerged with a small bag in hand. It was a little pricey but after being convinced by the sellers, he thought that it would be the perfect gift for you. He kept on looking at the wrapped up gift inside the bag he was carrying. What if you didn't like it? What if he was trying too hard? Furiously shaking his head, he continued down the path that lead to the exit.

Much to his surprise, he found you standing at the entrance with a bag in your hands, seemingly satisfied with your purchase. He didn't know what got over him but he was moving on his own before he can even notice. You had turned to him with a look of pure surprise when he spoke to you. After hanging out with you for a while, he started to notice the little things you do. The way your cheeks burned into a rosy pink and how your voice turned lower because you were surprised. He answered you quickly when you asked what he was doing here and then there was silence after that.

"So you wanna grab something to eat?"

Fuck! Why the fuck did he say that?! Now, he sounded just so fucking desperate! He was too busy cursing and yelling at himself that he almost forgot about you. When he turned to face you, he waited for your response, watching your every movement.

"Sure, sounds great." came your response.

After that, the rest of the night was a blur. At first, he was nervous as fuck but you proved to be as easy going as ever. Perhaps you had noticed how tense he was and decided to make things easier for the both of you by talking about something you both can contribute to. He had to admit, it was a nice night. When you both returned to the dorms, a few people had a few questions the moment you stepped through the doors together. While Bakugou yelled at everyone to back the fuck off, you told them the truth―you both just coincidentally met in the mall and decided to have dinner together. Still, they had countless of questions. Bakugou had never been the type of easily agree on such things. But with a sharp glare from the ash blonde, everyone decided to keep quiet, except for one fearless student.

"So like a date?"

Everyone turned their heads towards Todoroki who spoke.

"Ah but you don't really know how to ask someone out right? This book says that―"

"Shut the fuck up, half and half! I'll fucking kill you!"

If it's possible, I want you to stay by my side, I don't want you to go anywhere else I want you to always think only of me But it would be uncool if I tell you these things So I'll make it simple, only because it's going to be quite long I love you

With Aizawa-sensei's help, everything went smoothly. The original plan was to just leave the gifts in front of the doors but the risk of running into one another was fairly high. Iida had suggested to hand it all to your homeroom teacher who would be handing it out to everyone until the day came.

The girls had gathered in your room later after the party, sitting around the kotatsu you had bought from home. Atop the table, there were various snacks that Yaoyorozu had laid out for all of you to enjoy. You reached for the butter cookies and ripped open the packet slowly before popping the treat into your mouth, relishing the sweetness that just melted inside your mouth. Laying down on the ground that you had cleaned, you let out a content sigh and grabbed a pillow from your bed, placing it under your head. The rest of the girls made themselves comfortable in the kotatsu you laid in the middle of the room. Asui seemed to be the one enjoying it out of everyone, the warmth lulling her to sleep. But before she could fall asleep, Ashido slammed a wrapped up box onto the table which was tagged with her name. With a wide grin on her face, she glanced around at all of you.

"It's time to unwrap our gifts!" she announced excitedly. The girls then began unwrapping their, some looking genuinely surprised at their gifts while the other looked rather pleased. It appeared that some had gotten what they wanted. The rest got something new and that was actually very exciting, it may come in handy in the future. You took your time to take yours from a small bag which had a light pink ribbon on it along with your name written neatly on a card. You reached inside, surprised slightly at the size of your present. It was small and simple, a white box with a red ribbon. Slowly unraveling the ribbon, you opened the box, surprised to see a piece of jewelry sitting inside.

"Oooooh! That's so cute, [First Name]-chan! I wonder who got you that!" Hagakure squealed, admiring the small snowflake necklace in the box.

"This must've been so expensive!" you exclaimed.

"It has to be a guy. Someone who likes you too."

"Lookie! I think, [First Name]-chan has a secret admirer! It has to be one of the guys and I will not rest until I find out who it is!" the pink haired female exclaimed. Uraraka and Hagakure nodded as well, determined to find out who it was that gave you the gift.

"Let's start with eliminating people from our list by looking at our gifts!" Hagakure suggested.

"I got a box of homemade cookies and it must be from Sato." Jirou stated, showing everyone the box filled with different shaped cookies. You gasped in awe, mesmerized by all the different shapes. The girls were analytical when it came to these kind of things and before you knew it, you had narrowed down to only very few people.

".....Midoriya-chan gave Todoroki-chan a wrist band so he's not [First Name]-chan's secret santa." Asui said.

"So all that's left are Todoroki, Bakugou, Kirishima, and Iida." Yaoyorozu raised her four fingers and looked at everyone with a smile. Somehow, talking about love and all that always excited the girls. Although it was embarrassing when you were put on the spot.

"Ooooh! Getting close to finding out who [First Name]-chan's secret admirer is!" Ashido clapped her hands together.

"Who else have anything to share?" Uraraka looked around excitedly.

"First of all, I need to make it clear that something like this must've cost a lot. I'm sure when they bought this gift, they thought about the price as well." the vice president announced from her seat with her hand half raised. You hummed in response, placing a hand underneath your chin. None of you had thought about approaching this in that point of view.

"So you must be crazy rich!" Ashido spoke with a glimmer in her eyes.

"Like Todoroki-kun or Iida-kun!"

"But.....anyone can do that you know? Save up money to buy the person they like, something special.....After all, it is Christmas."

Everyone hummed, seeing how this was a hard case to crack. Once they thought about what Uraraka said, it was possible that the boys could just save up money to buy you something. A lot of boys do that and you can't really predict their intentions. The more you thought about it, the more frustrated you had gotten.

"Ah....You know, it's fine if I don't know who it is." you suddenly announced with a small smile. This night was supposed to be a night to have fun with the girls, not the time for you to be worrying about something like this. It did pique your interest but you thought that if you didn't know, it wouldn't hurt you.

"So, snacks and movies?"

"Can we have some fries?"

"That sounds great."

Those lovers happily frolicking around Are wearing something like reindeer's antlers on their heads They surely can do it in front of other people huh No i'm not jealous, though I wonder what gift would make you happy? I wonder what's the one thing that only I can give you?

"Is that a new sweater, Bakugou?" Sero pointed out as the mentioned male step out of the dorms to gather with the rest of the students. You immediately perked up at the mention of the ash blonde's name, turning around to see the male dressed comfortably in a black sweater which was decorated with a large orange X in the center. It reminded everyone of his own winter hero costume and it was a lie to say that it didn't match him.

"You're right. As usual, you always have some great taste in fashion." Kirishima complemented. Bakugou rolled his eyes in response, hands digging into the pockets of his pants.

"I didn't buy this, someone got it for me." the boy replied, turning towards the red head who had made a comment on his fashion sense. At the mention of this, Sero and Kaminari glanced at each other for a few moments, processing the words slowly. Bakugou merely stared at them blankly with an unamused look on his face. The two teens flashed him a knowing smirk and it was more than enough to make him glare at the two males. Over the years, everyone had gotten used to Bakugou's feisty, explosive attitude and now, no one was even afraid of starting a conversation with him. And they had you to thank for.

"You mean from your Secret Santa?" Kaminari cooed playfully, lightly nudging the ash blonde with his elbow. You trained your gaze elsewhere, trying to make it not obvious that it was you who gave him the gift. You weren't sure if Bakugou even knew who gave the sweater to him but you were glad to see that he liked it so much to wear it in public. A small, giddy smile decorated your face as you cheered to yourself.

"Why are you smiling to yourself, [First Name]-chan?" Asui questioned, noticing your odd behavior.

"Eh? Er, its nothing, just excited for the carnival! Yeah! Looking forward to the carnival!" you nodded enthusiastically to hide your inner monologue about how happy you were to see Bakugou using your gift.

"She's been smiling ever since she get her gift from a special Secret Santa who might have hots for her! Am I right?" Ashido teased you playfully, slinging an arm around your shoulder as you blushed profusely.

"Or maybe? Could it possibly be?!"

Hagakure was holding her hands, glancing at you and then at Bakugou, she did this over and over until the girls finally took notice of what the invisible girl was referring to. Your cheeks grew red when you came to realize that you had been caught staring at Bakugou. It didn't even take that long for the girls to catch on. Before you knew it, there had their eyes on you, some looking hopeful like they were expecting something while the rest were curious. It was hard to escape the eyes staring at you. You had been backed into a corner figuratively, surrounded by the girls who had smiles on their faces. When you attempt to turn away, Ashido grabbed your hand, causing you to involuntarily squeak and face her out of pure reflex. With that pout and hopeful look on her face, you didn't have the heart to lie to her.

"So you and Bakugou, huh?" she smiled wickedly.

"N-No, its nothing like that! He just looks different today, that's all. I mean, everyone seems to be wearing different clothes than yesterday so I couldn't help it." you rambled on. It was when the girls continued to grin, you realized you were stating the obvious. Defensively waving your hand, the girls watched in amusement as you struggled to find the words to defend yourself.

"I-I mean―"

"[Last Name]."

"I swear I wasn't staring at anyone!" you squeaked in embarrassment. You blinked up at the male who had called out to you, relieved that it was Todoroki. With a small, nervous smile, you peered up at your bicolor haired classmate, sending him a questioning look.

"Yes. Todoroki-kun?"

"I just wanted to tell you that your necklace looks nice."

"Ah, er, thanks. It was a gift." you replied with a bright smile.

"A gift from her special Secret Santa!" Ashido slung an arm around your shoulder and wiggled her eyebrows. While the girls were teasing and pointing at the new accessory you adorn, they failed to notice Bakugou's wandering eyes which were focused on only you. Kirishima believed that the ash blonde was only watching the scene from afar, unaware that Bakugou was actually watching you and only you.

Your answer to when I told you that I love you, Even if it's different from what I thought it would be, I won't come to hate you just because of that Wishing upon a star is really not like me, but After all, it won't do if it's not you So I look up at the sky

On the last day of the year, it was really cold. Even though you had your scarf around your neck, a fluffy jacket, thick pants, warm socks and boots on, it didn't help fight off the cold that attacked your bare hands and face. The streets were illuminated by the bright lights that came from the various decorations littering the city. Normally around this hour, you would be in your room, either doing school related things or relaxing in various ways. Your homeroom teacher had been kind enough today to let you all roam free outside the dorms since it was the last day of the year. That was when someone brought up about a carnival. You couldn't recall who it was but it didn't really matter now. Standing at the ticket booth was enough to make you feel excited. But now that you were inside and surrounded by countless of rides and stalls, you couldn't help but squeal in excitement. There were a few rides you wanted to try out and a lot of food stalls beckoning you over with their addicting aroma.

While you were too busy listing the things you wanted to do, everyone had began discussing about what they were going to do. It wasn't until Iida's loud voice that you snapped your attention towards your friends who were standing nearby.

"Listen! We will meet at the venue at exactly 11:50 sharp! You are free to do what you want now, dismissed!" he announced. A soft giggle escaped your lips as the class rep waved his hands around. Even though you're not in school, he was always looking out for everyone and you found that endearing. Speaking of doing what you wanted, you looked around for people who would tag along with your schemes. You approached the girls first, asking if they wanted along with you.

"Sorry, [First Name]-chan! We really want to ride the ferris wheel and we know how much you hate slow rides!" Hagakure said in an apologetic tone.

"But this is a chance to get close with that person you like." Asui pointed out. You let out a noise akin to a squeak, covering the lower half of your face with your scarf.

"So we're sorry that we can't hang out with you! On the bright side, you can go with Bakugou-kun who is still here!" Ashido said, pushing you towards the aforementioned ash blonde. You were leaning back, forcing your weight on the pink haired female and digging your feet into the snowy ground. Despite your protests, the girl continued to push you towards the explosive blonde. As she mentioned, Bakugou was standing alone, his crimson hues fixated on the various things around him. Once you were forcefully pushed onto him, the male let out a annoyed noise, ready to chew out who had shoved someone at him. The moment he turned, he was stunned, lips agape and his crimson eyes widening.

"What are you shits doing?" Bakugou questioned.

"Come on, guys.....he's uncomfortable." you sighed softly.

"Don't be so shy, Bakubro! Besides, its just spending time with a friend unless you decide to see it in another way." Kirishima teased with a knowing smirk.

"Go on, [First Name]-chan!"

With a particularly hard shove, you were sent forward, slipping on the snow with a gasp. Bakugou noticed this and his arms instinctively wrap around your waist to make sure you didn't slip and fall. He looked away, hiding his rosy cheeks from you. You muttered a faint thank you before slowly removing yourself from his arms. By that time, the rest of the group had already left you and Bakugou alone, telling you both that they'll meet you later at the assigned place. Bakugou began muttering about how annoying everyone was and how annoying all this is. You watched as he let out a string of curses, angrily crushing the snow beneath his feet. The male turned his attention to you when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Cheer up, Bakugou-kun. How about we go eat something over there?" you asked, pointing at the direction of the lined up stalls where all the delicious smell was coming from. You walked ahead of him, your hands clutching onto the backpack you were carrying. The male huffed in response, trudging behind you as you enthusiastically skipped your way over to the overly crowded food stalls. Bakugou let his eyes close for a while, wondering how the hell he got into this situation in the first place.

"Sorry!" he heard someone apologize. His eyes immediately searched for your figure. You were already far ahead and there was a crowd forming around the area quickly. Bakugou picked up the pace when he saw you being swept away by the crowd. His eyes went wide in panic when you disappeared from his sight.

At that time, I met you, it was only just that Parts of me that I didn't even know myself I discover one after the other

Shit, shit, shit! Where the fuck have you gone? Bakugou began to step into the crowd, his head whipping to ever single direction in search of you. Unfortunately, there were a fair share of people who're tall, obscuring his view. Gritting his teeth in annoyance, the male began to move through the crowd. The people around him slowly made way for him when they noticed the aura he was emitting. Some cowered in fear of being trampled on if they stood on his path, some were ignorant, failing to notice him while the rest merely wondered what got him so pissed.

"[Last Name]! Fucking say something!"

"B-Bakugou-kun! I'm over here!"

From a distance, he saw your hand raised up in the air and he wasted no time to get to where you were. The male pushed past through the people without even bothering to apologize. He had to get to you no matter what. Bakugou continued to make his way through the sea of people, maneuvering skillfully past the bystanders. You had tried to move but with the crowd moving at different directions, you had stopped entirely, afraid that you'd be swept away. But you shouldn't let something like this stop you. Huffing through your slightly pink nose, you squeezed your way between two girls who were too busy chatting with one another to hear your 'Excuse me'. After squeezing your way through, you had stop, coming face to face with Bakugou.

"Bakugou! You came! Just got carried by the crowd, it can be crazy sometimes." you chuckled. Bakugou nodded curtly before gently grabbing your wrist.

"Bakugou?"

"If you don't want to have your ass carried by the crowd then keep a good grip on my hand." he scolded you. You smiled softly and squeezed his hands back.

"Then let's go get some food." you announce giddily, pulling the ash blonde with you. He opened his mouth to protest but no words came out. The male showed no efforts to even go against you, letting you drag him from one stall to another. Bakugou didn't realize how close you both were until you stopped in front of a stall to buy some yakitori. You stood in front of the stall, pondering about which ones your should get. He watched as you leaned forward, humming to yourself as you pointed at your favorite ones. It took him a nudge from you for him to snap back to reality. Your hands had detached at some point, since you wanted to pull out your wallet from your bag.

"What kind of meat do you want? They have unagi too, you know." you pointed out, releasing his hand from yours. The male took his time to choose what he wanted and paid for his food.

The two of you walked from one stall to another. While Bakugou decided not to eat anymore, you bought something from each stall you visited and by now, your hands were occupied with tons of plastic bags. You were currently chewing on some mochi. From time to time, you would offer some to your companion but the male would refuse and comment on how he didn't like eating sweets. With a shrug, you continued to eat your food while walking through the festival with Bakugou. Turned out that most rides were ones that you could normally find in amusement parks, so they didn't really interest you that much. Instead, you chose to try out a bunch of food. He didn't mind this though, he didn't particularly like festivals ― it was always loud, crowded with people and honestly, its just suffocating.

But, he didn't mind all this right now. In fact, he was somewhat glad that he could view festivals in a different way.

"Ah! You did buy the unagi! Can I have some?" you asked with a wide grin. The blonde turned to face you for a while before looking back at the food he was holding in his hands. You blinked at him curiosly before pulling out one of the purchased item from the yakitori stall.

"Here, I'll give you a bite of my salmon skin." you offered him, holding the mentioned food in front of him. He didn't actually mind if you stole some of his food but when you offering your own food. With a smile, you urged him to open his mouth. He begrudgingly complied and took a bite from your skewer. His eyelids slowly shut close, taking his time to memorize the taste. The moment his eyes reopened, he was met with your curious and hopeful gaze.

"How was it? How was it?"

"Well, its fine." he mumbled.

"Here." Bakugou handed you a whole skewer of unagi. You looked at him with a look of surprise. Leaning forward, you took a piece from the skewer he had offered to you. The sudden movement allowed him to catch a whiff on the perfume you had on. You had got so close to him just to sample some of his food.

"You don't have to give me the entire thing.....I just want a piece." you told him before pulling away.

"Anyway, let's keep on going! There's some games I want to play together."

Fucking hell. Bakugou followed you without protesting.

How can you be so fucking cute?

Everyday, I think about how I want to see you I want to let you know about that So in this crowd where we might pass each other by, I'm searching for you In this very day, are you smiling together with someone else That part deep, deep inside my heart is becoming painful

"Oh, Todoroki-kun! Did you get left behind too?" you asked.

Along your journey around the festival, you spotted your classmates sitting on a bench.

"No, I'm with Midoriya and Iida, they're over there." the male responded, pointing towards the direction of where the public bathroom was located.

Bakugou only stood close to you as you talked with Todoroki. He kept his gaze on the two of you, silently glaring at two toned haired boy. You had a smile on your face as you shared some food with him, excitedly talking about how you loved the atmosphere around here. Although it irritated the explosive blonde that you weren't paying attention to him anymore, he liked seeing that stupid smile on your face. Plus, the way you ate is just so fucking cute. Stuffing your cheeks with bits of meat until your cheeks were puffed up, it reminded him of a hamster. It was a surprise that you could eat so much. Even though you had told him that you skipped dinner just for this, it was still surprising. You continued chewing onto the nikumaki onigiri you had bought, letting out a hum of delight at the taste. On the other hand, Todoroki was eating the taikyaki you had purchased, warming it up with his quirk. It was silent between the three of you, mostly because you and Todoroki were eating and Bakugou decided to just keep silent.

As much as he complained about how he would be stuck with you this whole time, he didn't particularly like it when your attention was on someone other than him. He simply stood a little bit away from you two, leaning against a nearby tree with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. Bakugou was always a smart person, he always took quite a while to come in terms with his own feelings. Even without having to ask someone, he understood what this feeling bubbling inside him was. It was jealousy. And the main reason to his jealous was not because you weren't paying attention to him. It was actually because he fell in love you. Bakugou understood his feelings as love because he's dreamed of the day he would hold hands and hold you in his arms with you without being ashamed of it.

"Heeeeeeeey! It's Bakugou, Todoroki and [Last Name]." a familiar voice caught Bakugou's attention, making him turn towards the source of the voice. Both you and Todoroki turned to see Kaminari and Kirishima making their way towards you.

"Uwah....That's a lot of food there, [Last Name]." Kirishima pointed at the plastic bags on your arms.

"Oh, here you want some taiyaki?" you asked, handing him the paper bag filled with the said treats. The red haired male accept the treat from your hands and began sharing it to Kaminari who had tagged along with him.

Somehow, with more guys surrounding you, it made him more irritated than ever. He knew how popular you were in the class, being one of the type to befriend everyone and all. With Kirishima's hand slung over your shoulder and Kaminari standing a little bit too close to you, Bakugou felt his eyebrows twitch in annoyance. Even the electric-quirk user's flirting seemed to fluster you a little but all you could do was let out a soft laugh at his playful demeanor. Having known the blonde for a long time was what made you notice that he was only being playful and didn't really mean most of his flirting. But Bakugou didn't seem to see it that way.

"So, do you want to do something together now that we're here? We're going to ride that one next." Kaminari pointed out.

"Well, I originally didn't plan on riding anything.....Plus....." you glanced at Bakugou who appeared to be really bored with everything. The whole time you conversed with your classmates, you couldn't help but think about your ash blonde companion. You felt guilty for leaving him alone to himself.

"I have other things I want to do too." you smiled, walking away from the group.

With a small wave, you gave them your thanks before skipping over to Bakugou. The boys watched as you left them. They could faintly hear your conversation from a distance, hearing how you were apologizing for making him wait for so long. Bakugou merely responded with a grunt, pretending to not care about you leaving him alone earlier but there was a hint of relief in his voice when you approached him. Tugging his sleeve, you urged him to follow you to a game stall. His protests were clear but he made no movements to stop you from dragging him away. Kirishima had a small smile on his face.

"Bakugou's so whipped."

If it's possible, I want you to stay by my side, I don't want you to go anywhere else I want you to always think only of me As I thought, it would be uncool if I tell you these things So I'll make it simple, only because it's going to be quite long I love you

At this point, you had stored some of the food inside your bag and decided to play games instead. While you were wandering around and looking at all the stalls until you spotted something that caught your interest. You stopped in front of a stall which didn't seem to give off the feeling that it was a game stall. Bakugou noticed this and watched as your eyes slowly move over to the prize sitting on the top shelf. The person in charge of the stall put down the boxes he was carrying and strode over towards you.

"Welcome. Would you like to give this thing a try?" he asked you.

"This device here is a power absorber that my uncle made. I brought it here so everyone can see their potential. Plus I have a bunch of things I wanted to give away, I thought about making this into a little game. All the things on the shelves are prizes and you can only win them if you manage to get over 1000 points, you'll get to chose anything on the top shelf. So far, kids can only score over 100 but less than 200. People your age could only score 500. But still, it's worth a shot, right? So hit it with all ya got!" the man said with a smile.

"With all I got, huh? Then again, I don't even have that much power. My quirk doesn't require me to strengthen my muscles or anything like that.....But I really want that plushie......" you mumbled, eyeing the object placed on the top shelf with a longing look in your eyes. To be frank, your quirk wasn't really suited for hand to hand combat or anything like that. Your quirk, Vector, allows you to change the direction of atoms. It actually gives everyone the mindset that you were a physic but in reality, you were just moving items. Instead, you gave him a small thanks, ready to turn around until you bumped into someone's chest.

"Bakugou?"

"Move aside, squirt. I'm doing this." he had his left hand stretched out and his other hand forming a circle on the palm of his outstretched hand. You quickly stepped away. Having trained with him for a long time made you aware of most of his moves. With a loud yell, he fired an explosion through the circle. The loud noise had caused you and the stall owner to cover your ears. Thankfully, Bakugou had focused all of his explosion into one point, aiming straight towards the device hanging on the wall.

"Die!"

Die? Although his choice of words always seemed limited, you couldn't help but gaze at him and at the device in pure awe. You knew your classmate was one of top students in the year despite his horrible attitude but that didn't stop you for admiring whatever he did. Even the stall owner was loss for words at the display of strength, sweating nervously and making a mental note to not agitate the ash blonde. With hints of smoke still rising from the palms of his hand, Bakugou lowered his arms and watched as the numbers rose and stopped at a considerably large amount. He let out a huff, narrowing his eyes st his own score, looking as if he wasn't satisfied with what he got.

"Uohh! Its way over 1000!" you said with a wide smile on your face."

"Color me impressed. As expected from the one who won the Sports Festival two years ago. Here ya go." he passed the large stuffed corgi towards Bakugou who gingerly accepted it. While you were gushing about how much he improved in two years, he took the time to study your features. It was a wonder when you didn't even notice him staring at you so openly but he wad thankful that you were distracted. With a light shove he pressed the plushie against your face, causing you to stop mid sentence. You looked over to the side, wondering what he wanted.

"Take it, you idiot."

"Listen, I didn't do this to get that shit for you. I did because I wanted to know my strength, so don't get the wrong idea, squirt." Bakugou grumbled as you nudged himself gently, letting out a small laugh.

"You're right. I mean, you're not the type to go on dates and win a plushie for your girl like some cliche romcom anime. That'd be just too.....well, you know, weird." you smiled, tightening your hold on the plushie he had given you earlier.

"What?! You think I can't fucking take you on a date!?!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Well, I wasn't actually talking about me because I wouldn't mind going on a date with you. All you have to do is ask. But I'm actually referring to other girls, you see―"

"Just because you're a little cute, doesn't mean you can get away with this. Even if I like you, I won't hesitate to knock you out." Bakugou leaned closer, causing you to shrink back in surprise. Your cheeks burned bright red in embarrassment, surprised by his compliment. Thankful that you had avoided your gaze, Bakugou pulled away from you, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, obscuring the blush on his face.

"A-Are you implying something? Or are you just messing with me like you usually do?" your tone was questioning and your gaze was wavering, as if you were afraid of what was going to come.

"You don't have to answer that. Well, it was just a joke or a slip of the tongue. So you were probably joking around when you said all that. I mean, there's no way you would have those kind of feelings for someone like me―" you were cut off when Bakugou pulled you to him, closing the distance between the two of you and connecting your lips together. You felt your heart stop when he suddenly kissed you. Your whole body was engulfed in warmth, not from the heat of your cheeks but from the heat of another person holding you tenderly. There were no words to describe how you felt but all you know was that―you never wanted this to end.

But alas, Bakugou slowly detached from you, admiring the hazy look in your eyes and the red hue on the apples of your cheeks. His lips brushed against yours softly before he took a step back, keeping his hold on your arms.

"Are you really that fucking dense?" Bakugou questioned you.

"But you were―I mean, you were―Agh!" you cried out in a frustrated manner, lightly glaring at the taller male.

"How am I supposed to know when you were being so subtle about your feelings? I'm not a mind reader, you know. If you could've just say it to me directly, I would understand. Giving hints like that doesn't guarantee the other person detecting that hint and―"

"I love you."

You stared at him, words fading into mumbled nonsense as you looked down onto your feet, avoiding the male's gaze. He smirked triumphantly after successfully turning you into a blushing mess.

"If you still don't fucking get it, then I'll fucking say it until you get it."

"Then say it again." you dared him, your lips quivering while your eyes glimmered in hope.

"I love you."

I'll say it over and over again until you hear it I love you

Total: 8540 words Published: 25.12.2019

Though I don’t spend Christmas, I want to say Merry Christmas to everyone who does. This is our gift to our readers and this might be one of our very last writing for this year. We’re going to do our best next year and improve even more! Happy holidays everyone! Hope you enjoyed our present! Editing the HTML was a pain in ass uwu ― author Hibiki/Lou

This took a while to do! I hope our hardwork paid off! The plot is a little bit out of place and stuff. But we hope that it was god enough. Merry Christmas everyone!― author Natsuki

Please do not mind the grammar mistakes and typos.

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septicbro1005 · 4 years ago

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I am an Addict, But I Get Paid to Indulge in my Habit

A/N: Sad Kirishima thing with implied Kiribaku. I just heard a song, got hit with the biggest wave of inspiration, so I’ll work on it between breaks in homework assignments. Ready for some good ol’ sad shit? Great. Based off of “Art is Dead” by Bo Burnham. There will be cursing, self-deprecation, depressed / anxious thoughts, suicidal thoughts, mentions of self-harm, etc. If this shit is not your cup of tea, go onto whatever the hell else you’d like. Cool? Cool.

Eijirou Kirishima hasn’t really been the most confident person in the world. Hell, probably not even the most confident person in Class 3-A. No matter the facade he put on, his inferiority complex has always bit him in the ass at the worst times.

Does he ever show other people how he feels when that happens?

Of course not!

He’s Eijirou Kirishima! The Unbreakable Red Riot! Nothing will ever make him break! He’s the toughest, manliest man out there!

Yet, behind closed doors, there are those days.

When the voice in his head screams. When a loud noise makes his heart race for the next thirty minutes. When his fingernails dig into his shoulders as he takes deep breaths. When the second he does something wrong or that he feels is wrong, he clams up and is flooded with guilt. When he doesn’t speak unless spoken to, and only replies with the fewest amount of words possible. When the fake smiles and the fake affirmations come to the surface.

Then the memories come in.

They flood in faster than he can stop them, and he’s stuck thinking about those things until he finds something else to do.

So that’s why he asked Jirou, in their first year, about music. Happily, Jirou taught him to play the keyboard, which he grasped quite quickly. In fact, by their third year, he was writing his own songs.

Of course, his lack of confidence never allowed him to put them out to the world for people to see.

But, he anonymously goes to a cafe near campus and plays his music there. Every weekend he can.

He’s somehow become a hero in training by day, and a comic musician by night.

This results in little to no down time, what with all of his classes, studying, creating new music, and anything else along those lines.

And there’s one song he’d been working on since he began writing his own music. He’s put his heart and soul into it. He’s practiced it, he’s practically perfected it.

Since he started his gigs at the cafe, he’s been debating on whether or not to throw it into his set list. And every time, before he can even make a joke to introduce the song, he pauses.

He can’t.

He can’t move. He can’t breathe. He can’t think properly. There’s only a few thoughts that swirl in his head, until one voice in his head yells at him to move on.

And so he does.

There was one night, however, that he had an exceptionally shitty day. He almost entirely flunked a quiz, he passed out during training because he didn’t eat lunch, and Bakugou was nowhere to be seen.

Eijirou has no idea how or why Katsuki Bakugou affects him so much. Yet, whenever something happens to the ash blond or the ash blond isn’t there, he’s filled with anxiety and even a bit of jealousy.

Which makes Eijirou hate the way he felt that day.

So when he came into the cafe that night, his beanie shoved low onto his head and colored contacts on, it was much harder to fake his entertainer’s smile.

He started with a couple of jokes and dumber songs, with only some meaning behind it.

And as he finished the third song, he heard the door open up to the cafe.

He’s grown used to people walking in part way into his shows, it doesn’t offend him. Not like it really should. He’s not doing it for money. He just wants to release his feelings in the form of music and comedy.

~~~

Katsuki Bakugou was a frequent customer at a cafe close to campus. He had been since he was a second year. He’s always loved going on the weekends, when the entertainer is there.

He never heard a name from the man, and it seems no one else has either. He asked the manager, but she said she was sworn to secrecy by him.

So, he hears the wild applause coming from the cafe, and felt a small grin bloom on his face that grew once he entered.

The man sat in front of his piano, drinking from one of the coffee cups from the cafe. The cafe bought a piano for the man a few weeks after Katsuki began to frequent the place.

Customers erupted with clapping and laughter as the man turned from the piano.

“Okay. Next, I’ve got a poem for you guys. It’s called ‘I Fuck Sluts’,”

A woman in the crowd screamed.

“Not a roll call, but thank you,”

~~~

The night was almost over, one song being the last thing in Eijirou’s set list.

He’s kept it to himself for far too long, He was gonna burst if he didn’t say something.

“This next song honestly isn’t funny at all, but it helps me sleep at night,” he managed to push out, rubbing his sweaty palms against his pants.

The anxiety in his voice would be obvious to any of his friends. None of them were there, though, so he doesn’t have to worry.

Katuski watched the performer closely, watching his nails dig into his knee for a moment before bringing them up to the piano keys.

His fingers moved quickly and gracefully across the keys, causing a swift yet elegant melody to float through the air.

Katuski watches as the performer looks out into the audience, taking a clear breath in before turning back to the piano.

“Art is dead. Art is dead. Art is dead. Art is dead,”

Eijirou’s voice carried through to the ears of the crowd, one or two weak cheers coming from the audience.

Katsuki appreciated the performer’s voice, being so soft and soothing, no matter how dark the lyrics were.

“Entertainers like to seem complicated, but we're not complicated. I can explain it pretty easily,”

The performer looked like he was glaring holes into somebody, brows furrowed and shoulders stiffer than usual.

Eijirou was tense.

There was no going back. No stopping now.

“Have you ever been to a birthday party for children? And one of the children won't stop screaming,”

They way that line was sang sent shivers through Katsuki. Hatred was evident in his voice, but the question was who it was pointed to. This hypothetical child was clearly a stand-in for somebody.

“'Cause he's just a little attention attractor. When he grows up to be a comic or actor, he'll be rewarded for never maturing. For never understanding or learning that every day can't be about him. There's other people, you selfish asshole,”

Katsuki frowned as the crowd laughed a bit.

Eijirou’s heart beat erratically in his chest, having to take deeper breaths to continue singing properly.

The hypothetical child was one he hated.

“I must be psychotic. I must be demented to think that I'm worthy of all this attention,”

The hypothetical child with shoulder length dark hair, red eyes, sharp teeth and a worthless Quirk.

“Of all of this money, you worked really hard for. I slept in late while you worked at the drug store,”

The hypothetical child who was greedy and ungrateful.

“My drug's attention, I am an addict. But I get paid to indulge in my habit,”

This hypothetical child who grew up, dyeing his hair firetruck red and putting on a mask of confidence.

“It's all an illusion, I'm wearing make-up, I'm wearing make-up Make-up, make-up, make-up, make...”

Katsuki noticed the performer’s voice sounding far more choked up, and he felt his own grip tighten on his coffee cup.

“Art is dead. So people think you're funny, how do you get those peoples money?”

Eijirou’s hands shook as he played, praying to every god that he wouldn’t miss a key and mess up.

Because then the audience might see this isn’t a joke.

“Said art is dead. We're rolling in dough, while Carlin rolls in his grave, his grave, his grave,”

Katsuki went to the coffee counter to go get a refill on coffee, not wanting to take his eyes off the beanie clad performer.

“The show has got a budget. The show has got a budget. And all the poor people way more deserving, of the money won't budge it,”

Eijirou’s had a complicated relationship with money in his life. He started his life with a good amount of money, which then dropped substantially when his Quirk activated.

It wasn’t because of that, but he’d always thought it was his fault for developing a Quirk.

But as he got older, his financial state got much better. He could afford luxuries. He could afford dyeing his hair consistently. He could afford to go to Yuuei.

But then he felt guilty when his parents paid for his braces. He felt guilty when his parents paid for him to go to Yuuei. He felt guilty when his parents paid for a therapist after his mom thought he developed depression. He feels guilty when his parents pay for his medication.

He wants to pay them back, he just doesn’t know how.

“‘Cause I wanted my name in lights. When I could have feed a family of four for forty fucking fortnights. Forty fucking fortnights,”

Eijirou realizes he’s allowed to feel bad for himself. He knows that.

But it’s hard to feel like shit when you know there are small children who can only eat a meal or so a day, because their family lives in poverty.

There are people dying from cancer out there.

There are people who run a razor across their wrists almost daily because they no longer want to be alive.

There are kids who look at the knife block in their kitchen and think about which knife would kill them the fastest.

Because he used to be that kid.

He used to pull the big knives out of the knife block when his parents weren’t home and would think about how quick and easy it would be to make his family’s life so much easier.

Just a few stabs, and they don’t have to deal with me.

“I am an artist, please god forgive me. I am an artist, please don't revere me. I am an artist, please don't respect me. I am an artist, you're free to correct me,”

Katsuki had gotten his new cup of coffee and practically squeezed the coffee out of the cup when he looked at the performer.

His hands were shaking, his cheeks were flushed, and tears streaked down them.

“A self-centered artist. Self-obsesed artist. I am an artist. I am an artist,”

Eijirou hated the warm tears trickling down his face as he sang. He despised it. All he wanted was to finally put this song out, and just be free of it’s almost deathly grasp.

“But I'm just a kid. I'm just a kid I'm just a kid. Kid. And maybe I'll grow out of it,”

Forcefully, Eijirou pressed on the keys with their finishing notes, drinking from his water.

Hardened fingers dug into his leg as he told everyone to have a good night, packed up, and left.

As he exited the warm cafe, he shivered under the fluttering snow. Releasing a sigh, it quickly fogged up.

“Okay, back to--”

“Oi,”

Katsuki watched as the performer whirled around.

“You alright?”

Eijirou sat there, unable to speak.

Katsuki Bakugou went to his show.

Katsuki Bakugou saw him sing his most vulnerable song.

Katsuki Bakugou watched the unbreakable break.

“Fine. You need something, sir?”

“I need to know you’re okay, Shitty Hair,”

Hearing the nickname confirmed Eijirou’s fears, and he shook.

“Ha. So you did recognize me, huh?” Eijirou laughed weakly.

Katsuki felt his brows furrow in a way they don’t normally.

“Wanna talk back at the dorms?” Katsuki offered before taking a sip of coffee. “I’m willing to listen to you,”

Eijirou felt the lump in his throat swell and his eyes spring with tears.

“Yeah... sure,”

A/N: I actually like how this came out! It’s sorta shitty, but not incredibly so! I’ll put this on my Wattpad and my AO3 later, so if you vibe on there, then vibe on there. Peace out! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark

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our-heroes-rise · 6 years ago

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I love the headcannons with kastuki bakugou. I didn’t get far with the anime but the cute Baku is helping me so I wanna ask if you want: Can you do a heacannon where bakugou gets a love letter and thinks it’s a joke but when you tell him it’s not he gets.....you know?☺️ Also love your blog it’s great!!

thank you so much sweet person this was going to be just a headcanon but then it turned into a scenario and sdkjhghs i hope you like it and that it was what you were looking for!

He had to read it over a couple of times because he’s wondering if maybe he’s hallucinating or misreading it somehow. It’s written with such affection and care… There’s no way it could be for him. Then he sees your name at the bottom, signed with your initials in the handwriting he knows too easily to be yours, and he lets out a snort. You were obviously messing with him.

Right?

There was no way you liked him. There was no way you had caught on to his feelings for you. There was absolutely no way this wasn’t a joke. You loved jokes, especially the ones revolving around him. Much to his utter annoyance, you delighted in giving him a hard time. But teasing each other was a rather large portion of your friendship, it was your own weird form of secret communication. So, of course, he was already aware that pranks and surprises were in no short supply with you. This was just another one of those pranks.

You knew how terrible he was at expressing himself, this was just an attempt to get him all riled up.

Yeah, that’s all it is.

Bakugou shoves the carefully printed letter into his bag before he can dwell on the other possibilities for too long, and tries to return his attention back to Present Mic’s English lecture. However it only takes a few minutes for his mind to go wandering back to that letter, now sitting scrunched between two textbooks.

What if you had meant it? What if, maybe, this one time you weren’t messing with him?

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of Bakugou’s lips as he allowed himself a moment to think what it would be like to actually take you on a date. He stopped himself the second he felt the heat clawing up his cheeks, angling his face towards the window just in case anyone saw. But as he stared out the window, intensely studying the cherry blossom trees that bloomed in the courtyard in an attempt to distract himself, his eyes found your face in the reflection.

You were looking at him – at his reflection – with that stupid little smile spread wide across your face gazing expectantly at him. No, not expectantly, you looked nervous, hopeful even.

Hopeful for a reaction.

Bakugou told himself, sending you a glare then turning his head back to the front of the room. He did not dare look your way the rest of the class, but the more he thought about it… About your damn smile. The way you looked at him. You were egging him on, trying to get him to fall further in the trap you had set out for him. It made his blood boil.

Did you not consider that he might actually like you? Did you not think of how it would affect him if you went through with this dumb fucking prank? Were you really that dense or had he really made it that difficult for you to tell he was crushing on you so damn hard?

Half an hour later the bell rang for lunch, and Bakugou was the first one out of the classroom without so much as a glance in your direction. Hands stuffed deep into his pants pockets he stalked down the hallway, growling, and grumbling at anyone who got too close to him.

“Hey!” a voice called. You. It was you. He could hear your shoes clicking against the tiled floor as you ran to catch up with him. Bakugou cursed under his breath, knowing that if he tried to escape you now you would only hunt him down later. “Wait up pop-rocks, would ya?”

“What?” Bakugou grumbled as you approached from behind.

You shot him an assessing look from the corner of your eye. “Nothing, I can’t walk with you anymore?” A grunt and a shrug was your reply. You were quiet for a moment, voices of chattering students being the only thing that filled the silence as you both continued to walk next to each other. He wanted to ask what was wrong, look to see if he hadn’t hurt your feelings, but his pride was snuffing out any whisper of sympathy within him. A few seconds later you spoke, your voice so soft he could barely hear it above the sounds of the buzzing breezway you passed through. “Did you read my letter?”

A muscle flickered in his jaw. “Yes and it wasn’t fucking funny.”

“Huh?”

Bakugou looked over at you, gaze hard and blazing. “It was a shitty joke Y/n. Who the hell would pull that kinda thing on someone?”

You stopped all of a sudden, mouth agape in shock. He stopped to face you. “I wasn’t kidding Bakugou.”

“Yeah, sure you weren’t,” he scoffed. “I’m not that stupid. Who told you it was a good idea? Was it Kaminari? Ashido? Hair for brains?”

Your expression suddenly shifted from surprise to complete seriousness. “Look, I know I mess around with you a lot, but this – that, –” you gestured vaguely to his bag where the letter was still stored – ”wasn’t a joke. I wouldn’t joke about something like that.”

He stared at you for a long time, letting the crowds of students pass by, ignoring the strange looks people shot at both of you, and furrowed his brows. That heat from before had begun to inch slowly back up his face and he fought to gain control over it. “You joke about everything, how am I supposed to believe that?”

You glared at him, hands tightening around the straps of your bag as your face flushed an alarming shade of red. “I’ve never joked about my feelings with you and I certainly wouldn’t start now. What would be the point in that? I meant every word I said in that letter, Katsuki.” You took a step closer to him, your back straight and chin tilted up, your eyes locked on him. His heart jumped at the sound of his name falling from your lips, and he resisted the urge to step away from you, keeping his gaze as fiercely unwavering as yours. “I like you. I don’t know why because you’re such an asshole sometimes, but when I’m with you I can’t think of being any place else. Even when we argue and fight I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather cuss out or tease relentlessly. You make my heart go crazy and–”

He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t remember how to move his mouth. Could hardly form a coherent thought. All he could do was stand and stare at you and try not to fall to his knees in front of you because those were words he had only dreamed of you saying. He knew you weren’t lying, something told him deep down that he had known the truth the second he read those words from your letter and that he was an idiot for not believing in you.

“If you don’t feel the same way that’s fine, just please take what I’m saying seriously.” The breezeway had nearly cleared, there were only a few straggler students that still remained though none of them paid any attention to you. Even as you laid your heart bare in front of the boy you had come to care so deeply for. You stood there, waiting for him to say something. Hoping with all your heart that you had finally gotten through to him.

Bakugou hadn’t realized that he had lost track of your words somewhere along the way, but it didn’t matter anymore because his brain was finally functioning properly. He threw himself towards you, crushing you against his chest as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face into your shoulder and holding you as if you were to fade away any second.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing he thought to say, the words feeling foreign on his tongue. His baritone reverberated against the skin of your neck, though he didn’t notice the small shiver that slithered down your back while you came to wrap your arms around him. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. I’m a dick and I’m sorry. You mean fucking everything to me and I never thought you could actually like someone like me, and I don’t deserve a damn thing from you, but you make me so happy that it drives me insane.” He pulled back suddenly, his warm hands sliding up to gently grasp your face and press his forehead against yours. His cheeks were burning red, almost matching the smoldering scarlet of his eyes. “I believe you and I want to be with you too. I’ve wanted that since the moment I saw you.”

You grinned a dopey grin and the world seemed to stop for a moment while you took in the wild passionate flame that burned in his eyes and made your heart flutter. “Who knew the brute of our class could be so sweet.” His cheeks seemed to burn brighter. “First I get him to apologize and talk about his real emotions, what’s next, Katsuki? Will you actually ask me on a date?” You brought both of your hands up to slide over his and pull them from your face, placing a light kiss on each palm.

He dipped his head a bit closer, eyes flickering to your lips before saying, “What if I kiss you first?”

You were completely alone in the breezeway now but you couldn’t make it that easy for him, not after he just accused your feelings of being fake, apology aside. Letting him move a little closer to you, waiting till his lips hovered just above your own, you pressed your fingers against his lips and pushed his face away. Slipping out of his grasp you took his hand and continued pulling him down the hall unable to control your giggles as you did so. “Not before the first date Katsuki, what kind of girl do you take me for?”

“A pain in my ass kind.” He growled, though the frustration in his tone didn’t match the gentle way he still held and intertwined your fingers together. “Fine. How about I take you to that movie you’ve been wanting to see this weekend, with that shitty actor you always fawn over?”

You gasped in mock shock, placing a hand over your heart, “How dare you say such a thing about Chris Hemsworth? He’s Thor, The God of Thunder!”

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Yeah and I’m Bakugou and I don’t give a shit. You wanna go or not?”

“I didn’t say no.” You smiled at him, tugging him down by the arm to peck his cheek. “You buy the tickets and I’ll pay for snacks.”

If his cheeks could get any redder you know they would. He shot you a light glare, “Deal.”

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goldenchildkatsuki · 7 years ago

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prompt: kacchako being a domestic and cute, good couple, and theyve decided to get a dog so now they get to go through the hell that is going to the pound and having to choose one (1) dog out of the lot and ochako getting emotional every time she looks at any of them

Thank you so much for you prompt. Sorry it took a while, it was actually kind of hard to get into it after stopping after a week of non-stop writing. But I managed to write a cute drabble for you! I had fun writing it as well!

Kacchako writing prompt: Getting a dog

Tags: domestic!kacchako

Word count: 2.006

‘I seriously can’t believe we’re doing this.’ Bakugou said tyinghis shoelaces. ‘It’s like we’re playing fucking house.’ Uraraka ran out fromthe living room sliding to him in her pink slippers. ‘Aren’t you atleast a tinybit excited Kacchan?’ She bumped into Bakugou which almost made her trip overhim. ‘I swear if this was anyone else I would’ve ended them. Uraraka sighed andsat down behind him. ‘I can’t help it.’ She moaned. She’s aware of how annoyingshe had been this whole morning. Skipping, bouncing and sliding everywhere shewent, bumping into things like closets and doorframes and mostly Bakugou. But shereally couldn’t help it, one of her biggest childhood dreams was about to cometrue: they were getting a dog. She heard Bakugou groan, obviously trying tocontain all the irritation that had been building up all morning. ‘I’m sorry!’she muttered and she wrapped her arms around his sides. ‘Shut up, don’tapologize for nothing.’ It’s true that Bakugou had seen a lot of sides to Ochakosince moving in together. When they were still in high school together he hadnever really heard her sing in the shower, set fire to spaghetti or jump up anddown on the couch when she heard the opening of her favorite tv show. Of coursethey’ve secretly stayed over in each other rooms when they stayed in the dormand when graduating Bakugou spent more time at her apartment than at his familyhouse. But she never let that side ofher show, she was fully aware that she was somewhat of a mess of a person butshe thought she had it under control. Uraraka thought showing her true domesticside would scare her boyfriend off and that’s why she postponed moving in togetherfor so long but when it finally happened, Bakugou didn’t seem to mind. Headjusted very easily. Turns out he had already hear her sing in the showermultiple times and he actually kind of liked it. Uraraka leaned into his warm back.‘I’m just happy.’ She held on tighter to him. ‘I know, I know.’ She could feelhim getting warmer, she could feel him blushing. When Uraraka felt like Bakugouwas gonna burst into flames if she heldon for any longer she let go of him and put her fists in her side. ‘We’re goingto be to best dog parents in the world!’ Bakugou stood up as well and couldn’thelp but smile watching his girlfriend get so passionate about getting a dog. ‘Ifyou want to make that happen we should probably leave now.’ He said. She punchedthe air and yelled. ‘Forget being number one hero duo, number one dog parents!’Bakugou raised one eyebrow and pushed her fist down. ‘Let’s not get too aheadof ourselves round face.’ Uraraka punched her other first forward. ‘Number onedog parents!’ she started chanting. Bakugou sighed and picked her boots fromthe ground and took her jacket off the coathanger. ‘Can we just fucking go already?’Uraraka looked, stopped her chanting and laughed at herself. She got a warmfeeling in her chest thinking about the life she was living right then. She satdown and took her boots and jacket from Bakugou. With his hands burried in hisjackets pocket he looked how carefully Uraraka put on her boots and buttonedher jacket shut. She could tell that Bakugou was thinking the same thing asher. Honestly, it was ridiculous, the situation they were in. It was silly, laughable,unplausible. But it felt very nice, having the feeling that they were supposedto end up together from the start, the two of them and within a few hours: adog.

They decided to walk to the pound instead of taking thetrain. Bakugou despised taking trains or busses because they were too many peoplethat could get up in his business. Even though Bakugou didn’t seem like thetype, he liked being affectionate. Even in public. He liked to play withUraraka’s fingers, walk with his and hers laced, kiss her forehead and cheeksand hug her when he could. When doing that he didn’t want a hoard of questionsfrom the public about how it’s like being Best Jeanist’s layesy sidekick and what’sit like woking for him. Also, others weren’t allowed to see this side from him,his supposed “unmanly and weak” side of him. Uraraka just laughed when herpartner got all worked up from the attention he didn’t crave. She just paid attentionto him afterall. ‘Are we almost there?’ She asked excitedely. With brows almosttouching Bakugou was staring at his phone. ‘I guess, I don’t know. This map isfucking shitty, I doesn’t work!’ Uraraka could tell that he was seconds awayfrom smashing his phone to bits on the road. ‘Don’t mind, don’t mind! We’reprobably almost there!’ she tried to uplift Bakugou’s spirit. He’s been in amood the whole day because of her and she’s starting to feel guilty. Thank Godshe was actually right and they were only two streets away from the pound. Theystood infront of the gate and listened to all kinds of dogs barking from insidethe shelter. Uraraka squeezed her partners hand. ‘Are you ready?’ she took alook at him. His face was finally somewhat relaxed. She turned to him. His eyeswere smiling. ‘Hell yeah.’ He replied and together they walked in the shelter.The barking was almost unbearably loud when actually inside. Dogs of all sizesand breeds were jumping up and down, wagging their tails and scratching thebars. The man that welcomed them at the front desk awkwardly tried to talk overthe barking. All three of them knew it was almost impossible to be louder than,what? 20 dogs? Luckily he talked loudenough for Uraraka and Bakugou to just make out what he’s saying. The last partwas very clear to Uraraka. ‘You can takea look at the dogs now if you want.’ The owner of the shelter barelyfinished his sentence or Uraraka let go of her boyfriends hand and ran off. Shedidn’t have a specific dog in mind like Bakugou. Bakugou would like some huntinghound or something that was more wolf than dog. She had been educating herselfthrough books, guides and the internet and has grown a love for all kinds ofdogs. Whilst Uraraka was checking out every cage Bakugou was stuck in aconversation with the owner about, of course, his new job at Best Jeanist. Inbetweenawing and trying to pet dogs Uraraka took a look at Bakugou trying to see if hecould hold out. But his brows were almost touching again so she decided to jumpin. She went back in jumped inbetween them. ‘Kacchan, I think I’ve seen areally nice one, can you come take a look?’ she took his arm and pulled himaway. ‘I think you’ll reeally like this one.’ She continued to ramble on. ‘Thankfuck.’ Bakugou whispered in her ear. Now it was Bakugou’s turn to look at somedogs and like expected he only recommened the biggest and buffest dogs in theshelter. Uraraka was trying to properly connect with every dog she was attractedto, making sure they already had some sort of bond if they were the one theytook home. Every bit of affection the dog showed left her either squeeling, gaspingfor air or in total shock of how adorable they were being. ‘Bakugou did you seethat?!’ ‘Kacchan, this is the cutest little guy I’ve ever seen!’ ‘Ba-ku-gou!’ Everydog got their personal bit of praise from Uraraka. She made sure that Bakugoucould see the same thing she was seeing, tugging at his sleeves and makingoutragous sounds he couldn’t ignore. When reaching almost the end of the shelterthey saw a small Kkishu puppy with a tiny fang sticking out. He was an excitedlittle guy that seemed to like them straight away and showed that by givingthem a lot of kisses. ‘He reminds me of you!’ Uraraka almost cried. Bakugoucocked his head and made eye contact with the dog who looked directly back athim. The puppy slowly cocked his head as well whilst still starring at Bakugouwith his tiny beady eyes. ‘Tch.’ Bakugou blushed and looked away. The pup turnedto Uraraka who stuck her hand out ready to pet him some more. With every strokehe became happier and he let out satisfying growls every now and then. ‘Now hereally reminds me of you.’ She said softly. Bakugou chuckled. ‘Shut up, I don’tsee it.’ The owner of the shelter approached them. ‘Ah that’s a fine little guy,very jumpy this one though and he can have an attitude sometimes, not too muchof a troublemaker though.’ Bakugou looked at Uraraka who barely seemed to belistening, only paying attention to the little Kishu. ‘We’re getting that one Ithink.’ A huge smile appeared on the owners face. ‘Very well!’ Bakugou squateddown next to Uraraka, put his arm around her and pulled her in close. ‘You’refine with that right?’ She just nodded and Bakugou pat her head. ‘Alright then.So can we take this little guy home or what.’ The owner took a pen from thepocket of his blouse and clicked it. ‘Yes, of course, after filling out a fewforms of course.’ Bakugou sighed. He had tried to ignore thinking about this partof getting a dog all day. He rolled his eyes. ‘Fine, what do we need to sign?’The owner led them back tot he front desk and handed them what almost seemedlike a phone books worth of documents. Uraraka’s eyes became dark and she letout a heavy sigh. ‘This is going to take forever.’ Bakugou took a pen from thetable and started reading through the papers and filling in the forms. ‘Thesooner we get started the sooner we can get prince explosion-murder home.’ ‘We’renot calling it that.’ Uraraka said with a serious face. ‘We are.’ ‘We’re not.’Uraraka picked up a pen fromt the desk and tried to keep up with the boy next toher angrily scratching things down. ‘Don’t worry okay, he’s gonna be ours.’ He uttered.Uraraka could feel her heart cleanch and started tick all the right boxes. After they filled every form and signed everypaper they were taken to another room to get interviewed to see if they wereactually capable of taken care of a rescue. When all that was done the owner ofthe shelter told them they were allowed to take him home

Next week.

Uraraka could feel her heart break. She was really lookingforward to carrying the dog home, letting it chew up their slippers and lying on the floor with herpartner playing with it. Bakugou was more than ready to blow up the ownersface. ‘Are you fucking serious? After everything we’ve done?!’ Bakugou looked atUraraka, praying for her to give him permission to blow the guy to another universebut she just looked at her boots. Instead, he cleanched his jaw and grabbed herhand. ‘See you next week then.’ ‘Asshole.’ he uttered and he dragged the girlout of the shelter. Uraraka almost felt stupid. The dog was theirs! She shouldn’tbe this upset. She just left herself get dragged by Bakugou who was stompingthrough the streets. When Uraraka stayed silent for too long Bakugou stopped walking.Uraraka who was lost in thought bumped into him almost fell backwards. Bakugoupulled her towards him into an embrace. The girl could feel herself getting chockedup. Bakugou stroked her hair and kissed the crown of her head. They stood therelike that for while, at the side of the road. Bodies close and ignoring theworld outside them.

‘We are gonna call it prince explosion-murder though.’

‘We’re not.’

‘We are.’

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bragiart · 7 years ago

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Being a hero definitely is easier

Daddy!Bakugou in da place ! READ ON AO3

Being a hero definitely is easier.

Katsuki was here, sitting on a chair, body completely limp, arms dangling in the void, his face resting on the table where today’s groceries had been abandoned. You couldn’t see his expression, and you thought for a second that he was asleep before he turned his head to see you. You repressed a laugh. God, he looked perfectly exhausted.

« You do this everyday ? » he murmured, eyes wide opened in horror.

« Everyday, » you confirmed.

It was really late when you came home that night. The neighbourhood was completely silent, the only perceptible sounds being the ones your feet made when they met the cold bitumen. Tiny puffs of hot air flew away from your mouth each time you breathed, and you nuzzled your frozen nose deeper in your large scarf, shivering a bit.

It’s been forever since you could spend a day outside your house, busy as you were with two kids in early infancy who wouldn’t even let you pee in peace.

You finally had the opportunity when your co-workers told you that your heroes’ agency was having its annual dinner paid by the boss, and that it would be great to see you again.

You hesitated first. It wasn’t like you were being an active hero since you were still in parental leave, so you felt a bit like a freeloader to join them, but they had been very persistent. Truth to be told, it felt like the last time you could enjoy an adult discussion was during your previous life. Even when your friends dropped by to see you at home, the meeting was always short-circuited by two spiky-haired tornados requesting your complete attention.

Actually, it was Katsuki who convinced you to go. He knew it’s been a while since you had time alone for yourself, and probably felt a bit guilty for not being as present as he wished to help you raising the troublemakers he made you. So when you told him about the dinner, he took the day off right away to look after the boys for you. If you were originally planning on being absent for the sole evening, your husband managed to talk you into taking the whole day outside the house. He could be great when he wanted to.

You finally arrived to your house, slightly surprised to see that some lights were still on. It was past midnight, you didn’t think someone would still be up this late. It better not be the kids. Unlocking your front door, you took your boots, cloak and scarf off, leaving everything in the doorway before heading to the kitchen, the room you saw lit from the outside. What you saw was beyond your expectations.

« You do this everyday ? » he murmured, eyes wide opened in horror.

« Everyday, » you confirmed.

You actually felt a bit proud to see how he acknowledged the toughness of your job. But boy, he really looked like if he just came back from war.

« What the hell have I done to you, » he mumbled as if he realised he inadvertently killed you or something.

« Kids, » you answered with a grin. « Hyperactive ones. »

« They never run out of energy, do they ? »

« Never. I don’t know how they do that either. But I bet they’ve been even more extra today, they must have been so happy to spend the day alone with Daddy… doesn’t happen that often. »

« They went Plus Ultra on Daddy, if you ask me… God. I feel dead. I‘ve known busy days where I arrested sixteen fuckers and went to bed less tired than that. »

« I know the feeling, » you laughed and patted his shoulder. « So… What’s all this on the table ? You’ve been staring at that carrot for how many hours now ? »

« I dunno, three, maybe four… I‘m pretty sure I can draw it from memory now… See, since the little goblins have been asking me if we could eat pizzas tonight from the very second they woke up, I followed my haunch and made them pizzas. Coz I’m a risk taker. »

« I can see that, » you smiled. « And ? »

« And they ate it all, and they liked it, and then they wanted to play a little longer and then it was bath time and then it was story time and is there really a kid on this goddamn planet who actually falls asleep at the first story ? Coz ours were just as pumped up after the sixth one. I had to kill everybody in a rush at the third page so I could just… escape. »

« No kid settle after one story, we’ve been bullshitted the whole time, » you shook your head.

« Fucking knew it. Anyway, once they finally chilled out a little, at least enough to get that no, playing Mario Kart on your DS doesn’t count as sleeping, even if you’re in the dark in your bed, I decided to clean the kitchen before passing out on the couch. And that’s when I made the biggest mistake of my whole fucking life… »

« You sat down, » you deduced in deep voice.

« And never found the strength to move again, » Katsuki confirmed. « I haven’t even done a single shit around the house like put a load on or something… »

« Don’t worry about it, Katsuki. I’m sure the kids were happy to spend the day with you and that you did great. »

Standing behind him, you started to massage his shoulders, earning a deep sigh from his lips. You smiled, fingers prodding his exposed flesh in the gentlest way.

« My poor husband, » you laughed in compassion, arms coming around his torso as you nuzzled in his neck. « It’s hard to be a housewife, huh ? »

« Fuck yes. Can’t wait to be back at work tomorrow, it’s fucking holidays compared to these two. »

« Tell me about it, I can’t wait to get back to work either… » you sighed. « Want a cup of tea ? »

« Yeah… »

He felt you nodding in the crook of his neck and kissing his cheek before heading toward the cupboard. He watched you from the corner of his eye, ash-blond strands sometimes hiding his view. He expected the day to be tiring, but not that much. It was true that you looked exhausted when he came home most of the time, but you didn’t look like a living corpse like him. To think that all your days were like this… He felt like he could sleep for the whole next week, so how you managed to wake up the next morning was beyond him right now.

« You’re going to be the fucking Terminator once you get back in action, » he said as you poured the hot water in his cup. « I think you’re getting a harder training than the Marines. »

« Sometimes I thought so too. The days where I actually manage to put them to bed for the nap and they do actually sleep I feel like I just won over the universe. Like, if someone broke into the house with a gun screaming to me to hand over my money and jewelleries, I would just look at them right in the eyes and go ‘Ha ? You think you can take on ME ? Bitch please, I just put my kids to bed and it only took me forty-five minutes’. »

« Fuck, I got you. »

Katsuki groaned loudly as he used his remaining strengths to lift his upper body from the table, sitting more properly as his hands curled around his cup.

« Hey, I didn’t even ask, how was your brats-free day ? »

« Magical, » you answered, wiping a fake tear from the corner of your eye. « For once I could go window shopping without the fear of having one of them throwing a tantrum. There was another mom whose kid was rolling on the floor for whatever reason and she looked just so… done with everything. All the others customers were looking at her and making nasty comments like ‘Well that wouldn’t happen if she raised him right’ and I was like ‘Shut the fuck up you know nothing‘. She heard it all and looked at me and asked right away ‘How many ?’ and I answered ‘Two. You ?’ and she made a face and answered ‘Four‘, and we gave each other the ‘Hang in here’ mom’s look and shook hands and the best part was that the other customers had no idea what we just talked about. »

« Tch… Childless people making comments about education, what the fuck ? Just shut your goddamn mouth, you literally have no clue what you’re talking about. »

« Yeah… But well, that was nice having the day for myself. I’m glad I could see my co-workers again, even if some spent the dinner asking me mom stuff or making me talk about the kids. I mean, I love them, you know ? They’re my kids, my bones and flesh, I’d do anything for their safety and happiness but sometimes I’m just… tired of moms’ speech. I ended up trapped between two others moms at my table and like, can we stop talking about diapers and bottles ? Even just for one minute ? Remember that we moms do exist as persons with hobbies and opinions too ? Please ? »

« Damn, I don’t get parents who never stop… parenting. Even when there are no kids around, » Katsuki frowned, emptying his cup.

« That’s not the best. One of them had the nerves to ask me if we think we’ll be empty-nesters. »

« The fuck is that ? »

« People who get really sad when their kids leave the house. »

There was a silence. A short one where the two of you just look at the other’s eyes before bursting into laughter. Katsuki’s laugh soon turned into a yawn though.

« Aw, let’s go to bed, » you said. « And don’t worry, tomorrow I’m back being the housewife and you’re free to go ! »

« Well, that’s maybe for the best. If I hear one more time the ‘Daaaaaad, Mom doesn’t do it this waaaay‘, I’m going to blow a fuse and maybe kill myself. Plus, I tried to go easy on the curses today with these two fucking parrots around, and lemme tell you it’s nerve-wracking when you find one colouring himself with felt pen to match the wall so he can become invisible. »

« Oh my… No way, » you muffled your laugh behind your hand. You could only imagine how hard it’s been for Katsuki to not swear once he found out.

« And it was after the bath. Obviously. Because it’s no fun if Dad can fix your shit right away. I was about to yell when I had this flash of a newspaper saying

‘Angry father tells his four-years old to go fuck himself, kiddo later asks mom what it means. Shit ensues’

. » You stifled your giggles the best you could in your sleeve, Katsuki’s hand coming to smack your ass as you both headed to the bedroom.

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blacknovelist · 7 years ago

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A Place to Be - BNHA Fic (Ch. 3)

As promised, here’s the third chapter, one day later!! Actually, I scheduled this to post at like, nine or ten in the morning along with a reblog of chapter 2 so y’all could see them at a relatively reasonable time instead of like, one or six in the morning or midnight. You’re welcome. Though as a result, chapters 1 and 2 might not have the proper links to chapter 3 for a while. Sorry.

Anyway, this is the first chapter outta two that I was really, really ready to fuckin’ write when I started this fic in the first place, since it was one of the scenes/parts me ‘n’ @guardianlioness actually talked about back when the concept happened. Though, since I made plot changes, I ended up shifting the dynamic of the chapter a lot from the original plan. There’s a throwaway or two to the old concepts I’m not actively incorporating in this chapter though.

I’m still a little ‘eh’ on Hisashi, but much less in this chapter than in the last one. Partway through writing this, it became really cathartic. I guess I’ve got a lot more feelings on all of this than I thought I did, haha. I hope I did everything alright in the end.

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Chapter 3: Infelicity

To act or speak in an inapt, awkward, or inappropriate manner.

Aizawa sighed, sliding into his desk chair. He rubbed his eyes, a glance at the clock telling him it was already 9:00pm. As he reached for his eye drops, a name at the top of one of the documents caught his attention.

Surname: Midor Given name: Hisa

He frowned, pausing as his mind flew to the innocuous man who had accompanied his students to the impromptu evening lesson earlier. Why would an ordinary business man, and the father of one of his students, have a file on his desk...?

"Oh!" Aizawa's head shot up at the cry, along with the heads of the few teachers still in the office.

"The sensors picked up unauthorized use of an unfamiliar quirk down on the grounds," one of the faculty said. Aizawa narrowed his eyes. "I'm trying to track it now, but it only happened for a moment. I think it came from by one of the training-"

"Call security and send them down to delta gym immediately. I'm going to investigate."

They looked up, and only caught a glimpse of the white scarf trailing as he darted out the door. There was silence as the empty chair slowly spun and struck the table with a gentle 'thud'.

"I guess we know where he was earlier and what his students are doing, I guess," one of the teachers piped up. "Man, he's completely taken by those kids and he doesn't even know it."

"Absolutely."

"That's been obvious from the start."

"Security's on their way, but they probably already have everything handled down there anyway."

1-A stared, Izuku was more startled than a rabbit, Toshinori's face was stone, and Hisashi went pale. His hand clamped against his mouth like it just caused the ultimate betrayal, and in a way, it kind of had.

"I'm sorry," Hisashi said, after a moment. His hand dropped to his side. "Losing my temper like that was uncalled for, and my quirk coming out like that was even more so. I, I guess the long day's gotten to me more than I thought." He shifted from foot to foot, eyes darting from face to face. "It's important, but I can wait until the dorms before I talk to you, Izuku."

"Honestly, I think after that, it might be better if you come back another day," Tsuyu said. Hisashi's face twisted.

"Are you still-"

"I'm afraid," Toshinori interrupted, "that young Tsuyu is correct. As a member of the UA faculty, I cannot allow a breach in regulation from a visitor to be tolerated. Even if this was a burst of passion and emotion on your part, unless you're willing to impart your important message to young Izuku right here and within my sight I must ask that you leave campus for tonight at the very least. My apologies, Midoriya-san."

"Are you telling me I can't talk to my son properly before I leave?" He looked disgruntled, a contrast to the faint relief barely visible on Izuku's face. "I understand your rules are important, but isn't that a little harsh?"

"It's a necessary precaution in light of events as recent as a few months ago."

"Besides!" Sero sauntered up. "Not to accuse you of anything, Midoriya-san, but it wouldn't be hard for someone to impersonate a family member we're unfamiliar with."

"Plus Midoriya's told us about how he hasn't met you before. Or at least, not for a really long time," Kaminari spoke up.

"You already showed your judgement is impaired since you used your fire breath," Tokoyami said. "Forgive us for saying so, but many of us here are hesitant to put our trust in you after that display."

"A matter of trust?" Hisashi narrowed his eyes at them. "Well if that's the case we're talking, why should parents like me put trust in UA and it's rules? I can't be sure your school can look after my child sufficiently, or keep them safe when you're training them for one of the most dangerous careers in the world."

Izuku stepped up to the plate. "If you can't even keep a promise to make time to tell me important things and answer important questions, how can I trust you?"

"Of course you can and should trust me, I'm your father!"

Toshinori coughed. "UA has the best systems available to keep our students and staff safe. While I can understand you have doubts, given past inexcusable incidents, it's important that we believe in one another during this critical time."

"I wasn't even consulted when you pulled my son from home to live in these dorms. Isn't it your job to inform the parents of these kinds of changes?"

"You haven't so much as set foot in Japan for years. I know, because I accidentally asked Inko-san about it once and she told me herself." Uraraka frowned. "You didn't even call about the Sports Festival! Deku wasn't top three, but he put up a good fight the whole time."

"The Sports Festival is the reason I had to come back in the first place. I watched the footage - a quirk out of nowhere, ten years after it should have developed? It's unbelievable after the doctor reports, but now I can't deny it. Still." Hisashi turned to Izuku. "Fighting with something so damaging was reckless of you, but not as reckless as the people who let it happen." He whirled on Toshinori. "Being left in the dark is one thing, but letting my son scar himself permanently is another thing entirely!"

"That's why I'm here, to learn how to use it properly," Izuku said.

"What happened then was wrong on our parts," Toshinori said, hands held up. "We failed to be diligent, and young Izuku paid the price at that time. It-"

"You will not fail my son any longer," Hisashi growled. "That's why I'm here, to tell you that I want to pull him from UA."

Izuku froze along with the rest of the class, but Hisashi didn't. "Do you realize what it was like, for a father to watch his son, who he last saw as a small weak child, destroy himself on public television? He's lived what, fourteen years of his life without a quirk of any kind? It's not like he can't live without using it. Quirks aren't always needed for a good full life."

"Wait." Izuku's heart hammered. "Hold on, I-"

"What made you think someone who has less than a year's experience with their own quirk could be a hero in the first place? Isn't that kind of thing just cruel?"

Izuku flinched and, like the tide, his friends surged around him. Toshinori stepped between them and Hisashi, assured that his students would take care of each other. He said nothing as they clamored, scrambling to let their thoughts be known, and stood ready to intervene.

"That's not true at all!" Ashido yelled, waving an arm in Izuku's direction. "Midoriya is a great hero already!"

"Midoriya has proved time and time again that he belongs here as much as the rest of us," Iida said, glasses glinting.

Kirishima stepped in. "He's one of the stronger guys in our class too, with and without his quirk."

"And he's really really smart. He's like, fourth in class! I learned half our lessons by listening to him mumble while he's studying."

"Midoriya's our friend and classmate, you can't just take him away!"

"That's why I was going to talk to you, Izuku." Hisashi sighed. "I’m sure Inko will agree with getting you out. There's plenty of other places to go, things to do. You've always been sharp, surely you already know that UA isn't the best school for you."

"That's your own opinion, not to mention it isn't your call to make on anyone's behalf. Don't go putting words into Inko-san’s mouth, or Midoriya’s for that matter." If his quirk was sight-based, Todoroki's gaze would be a blizzard. "It's not your wishes or dreams resting on Midoriya's shoulders, it's his own. You don't have a right to come in here and try to take that away from him when he's come this far already, and not when you've spent this much time not here to witness that growth."

If Todoroki's look was cold, Hisashi's was blistering. "Even when it's what would be best for him? He's a teenager who was born quirkless and got into school because of some freak mutation that gave him one. That gap isn't something you can just forget about or change."

"Like fuck that's ever mattered to fucking Deku," Bakugou snapped. "Deku, who never shut up about quirks and his hero shit. Deku who fucking made into goddamn UA in the first place! Even if he's a fuckin moron who can't use his quirk for shit yet, he's here, isn't he?!"

"Midoriya's come incredibly far since school began," Shouji said. "Just like everyone else. You can't ignore that, either."

"He's smart enough to know better than to pick what you think over his dreams."

"That's enough." He moved to push through their ranks. "Who are you to stand between me and my son? This has nothing to do with you kids."

"I think, that is a question that needs to be asked of you."

Hisashi stopped, gaze locked with Toshinori's. The class stopped and stared, all but humming with anticipation. Unnoticed, Izuku snapped out of his shock and whirling thoughts (hethinksicantbuttheythinkicantheyremyfriendsbuthesmyfatherwhatdoidowhatdoido), looked up at the two figures in front of them, and felt understanding sweep over him.

"Who are you to come back into your child's life after years of being absent?" Toshinori asked, face impassive. "To call him son and take him away from his hopes and dreams? Young Izuku is here to learn and be a hero, like all these students here. What right do you have to claim that you know best when you barely know him?"

"I think I have more claim than their teacher, the retired shell of a man that's standing right in front of me!" Hisashi snarled. Heat twisted the air in front of his face, but not fire. "You've only known him for how long, two years? A year and a half?"

"Longer than he's known you, his birth father off overseas for work almost as long as he's been alive." Toshinori stepped forward. "Young Izuku is one of the most determined, heroic young men I've ever had the honor of knowing. I and his other teachers, at least, were able to be here for him when he needed us. The fact that you can't see how much he's thriving here tells me everything I need to know."

Hisashi regarded Toshinori for a moment, then spun on his heel to Izuku. "My son," Hisashi said. "Do you want to throw away your future so much? For the belief that your fledgling quirk will bring you anywhere in the little time you've had it?"

"Don't call me that." Izuku's expression was set. "I'm not yours, and I'm not the same son you left with Mom when you went overseas for the first time."

"Of course you're my son, don't say that. Honestly, I don't know why your mother let you stay."

"At least mom was here to decide in the first place," he said. "I'm not going anywhere."

"You're really convinced by all this?" Hisashi's eyebrows furrowed. "Honestly, Izuku, what made you think you could ever belong here, with people have been working with their Quirks for years? All the experience in the world, the things they want to teach you, they're worthless in the wake of how little time they actually have before hero society expects you to be forced out into the world! Just come back home, find something to do with your life that won't get you killed!"

There was silence, for just a moment.

The surprise faded from Izuku's face. "If you think I can't find my own way or place to be a hero or, or anything else at so all here at UA, you're wrong." He stepped towards Hisashi, and the rest of them shifted out of his way. "No one here is worthless-" like a quirkless boy, like me- "and the fact that my power manifested late doesn't mean I'm worth any less, or don't belong where everyone else does."

Hisashi blanched. "No, I, no, Izuku, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant-"

"Going home isn't going to make you happy with me, either," Izuku pushed forward. "Home isn't our old house, it's right here. It's this campus, these buildings, where I get to come back to my friends and teachers and mom every single day while I work towards my goals. I might not need to be at UA to be a hero, but at this moment in time? I feel like I'm exactly where I need to be." He rubbed the rough skin and dips of his right hand. "Somebody told me once, that, all of this, it's is what I've earned, with my own power and hard work. It's not much, but it's not something you can convince me to leave behind."

"I… You won't even hear me out as your father, concerned for your well-being?"

"That doesn't matter! Mom was worried, but she let me go, didn't she? I spent such a long time wondering about who you are, wishing I could meet you once in my life, but... There's more to being family than being related to each other. You might be my dad by blood, but we're as good as strangers right now. If you think I'll listen and leave with you after half a day, you don't know me at all."

The worry and underlying anger sank into hurt and incredulity. "You trust your classmates and teacher more than me."

"Toshinori-san's been there for me more than you have," Izuku said softly. "And so has everyone else. That's what's important."

“Izuku… I…”

Hisashi reached out, but Toshinori shook his head, stepping between them and next to his student. "Pardon me, Midoriya-san. I cannot speak for young Izuku, but... I think you would do well to come back another time. Talk to Inko, relearn your home, understand the differences in your family that came to be while you were gone." Toshinori put a hand on Izuku's shoulder. "Until you can tell me with confidence that you're willing and ready to be an ally and friend to my son before you make him see you as his father again, I'd like to ask you to wait before you think about coming back."

Hisashi’s lips thinned, but he said nothing.

"Yagi!" They both turned. "Security is on its way. What's going on here?"

"Ah, Aizawa." Toshinori blinked. "Just explaining a few things to Midoriya-san, and... Talking about a possible second visit date. He simply wanted to say something to young Izuku before he left."

"I, ah, that's...... yes. That's correct." He took a deep breath, and bowed. "I apologize for the trouble I've caused. I suppose the stress of travel before today might have had something to do with it!" He gave a weak chuckle. "Thank you for having me. I will see you around... Yagi-san. Izuku."

Hisashi brushed past Aizawa, who glanced at the trembling face of Izuku, the hand on his shoulder and the slowly dawning realization on Toshinori's face, and turned to follow him to the gates.

#Boku no Hero Academia #BNHA #My Hero Academia #MHA #BNHA Fic #Blacknovelist Writes #Dorm Life Series #Team 1A #Izuku #Hisashi Midoriya #Toshinori #in which hisashi gets fuckiin wrecked #nah I like this one tho #the next chapter is going to be a solid chunk of dad might and fam1-a at the end i hope y'all are ready

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