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[thehusbandoden]

Different -Bakugo Katsuki x Bestfriend!Reader

A/n: another one I wrote a while ago but I have a few good long ones coming up so please stay patient! <3

General info:

Wc: 481 | genre: fluff | reader not specified (if I remember correctly)

“C’mon, it will be fun!” Mina pouts, shaking Katsuki’s shoulder. He grunts, his jaw set in irritation as she shook him left and right. A pain of jealousy hits your chest as you watch, you did not like the sight of her clinging onto his arm like that.

They were just friends, Mina and Kiri had been dating for a year and a half now. You knew that you really did, but you felt differently.

Katsuki yanks his arm away, “Get off of me or I’m gonna kill you.” He bares his teeth to show he means business. Not an uncommon thing for your beloved hothead. Kiri gives him a look, gently taking Mina’s hand and pulling her away from the aggravated blonde.

As Kiri fusses over Mina, you look around the room. All of the other students were in their own groups doing their own things. This was the perfect time.

Nervously biting your lip, you hesitantly sit on the cushion next to Katsuki’s. He doesn’t make a move. “Hey pouty.” You tease, placing your hand on his knee. Though you’ve been friends for years, you’ve felt an awkward burn in your cheeks and the strangest feeling in your chest whenever around him... or any sign of him.

He puffs out a breath of annoyance, giving you a sideway glance. You smile, tilting your head slightly. “Ah, I see my Katsuki in there. Come on, smile~” you tease, squishing his cheeks together. No one but you would get off alive by doing so, though you did get an annoyed glare.

“You tolerate me anyways~” you giggle, gently pinching his nose.

“Yeah yeah.” He mumbles, rolling his crimson eyes.

Gosh they’re beautiful.

“So you don’t want to go to breakfast tomorrow?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I want space from those idiots.” He mumbles, kicking at the air.

“Does that include me?”

“No.” His answer was immediate without a trace of insincerity or jest.

Heart fluttering, your cheeks warm as you squeeze his knee. “Then why don’t you get me breakfast? My ankle is still sore from last week, so I’d rather stay here as well.”

Rolling his eyes, he ruffles your hair. His hand wasn’t gentle, but much softer then with anyone else. “Fine, I’ll get you breakfast.”

“Thanks Katsuki, you’re the best~.”

“Said no one.” He grumbles.

“I believe I just did.”

“You don’t count.”

“Why? What am I- chopped liver?”

“No. Just... different.”

“Different?”

“Different. I’m going to bed.” He grumbles, standing up with a grumpy attitude. You catch his arm as he starts walking away, sliding down to squeeze his hand.

“Thank you, Katsuki.”

His crimson eyes lock onto yours for a few moments before he gives you a nod without a trace of aggression. As quickly as it came, the moment was gone as he pulls away, marching to his bedroom with that goofy walk of his. ~~~~~

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[sourdeers]

☰ ❝A MOMENT’S HESITATION❞

— content warning: part one here. confessions! deaf! katsuki. hearing aid malfunctions. reading lips. reader cries. profanity. kissing. soft! katsuki. arguing. — word count ﹕ 1,408

a week passes and things have been . . well, to put it lightly, awkward. katsuki’s texts are dry, he makes himself scarce in your presence, and when he actually talks to you, he sounds almost strained. you’re not sure whether or not he still wants you to attend the dinner party. when you text him about it, he sends a quick,

03:43 [ kats ] : yeah

it’s almost nerve wracking knocking on his door later that evening. the party starts at seven, but you show up at five. partly to give yourself time to get ready, and partly because you want to know what the hell is going on with katsuki.

“hey,” he greets curtly, nodding once. he looks past you, like he can’t meet your eyes. “you’re early.”

you blink at him. once, twice, before taking a deep breath. “i showed up early last time, too. i came to hang out with you, update you on my life. you know, since you haven’t bothered to check up lately.” you know it’s a little bitchy, but he deserves it right? he’s all but ignored you this past week.

he winces at your words and you feel a little bad. “yeah, i’ve been, uh, busy.” there’s a pause, then he steps to the side. “hungry? my mom made a cheese board thing, so there’s shit left over.”

you shift your bag on your shoulder—the one that contains your dress, makeup, and other various items you might need tonight—and shake your head. “not hungry.”

“cool.” you walk inside, brushing his shoulder as you do so.

this is so weird. you feel like a first year again, treading lightly around the angry blonde who wasn’t there to make friends. except this time, he’s not angry, just uncharacteristically quiet. without his guidance, you make your way to his room, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

he follows, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat at his desk. your eyes drift from him to the vivarium sitting on said desk, where his snake is perched in a log. you get distracted for a moment, staring into the seemingly mesmerizing eyes of viper. a cliche name, you think, but katsuki got the snake when he was a wannabe badass twelve-year-old, so you can’t really judge it.

katsuki clears his throat and you snap your head over to him, meeting his carmine eyes. “did you pass the test?”

“test?” you repeat, brows meeting in the middle.

“the one in mic’s? i helped you study for it?”

“oh, right.” you nod a couple times. “yeah, i passed it. it was actually easier than i thought it was going to be, i don’t know.”

he smiles, weak and not full of pride like you’re used to. “probably ‘cause i helped you, huh?”

you nod again, tight-lipped. an awkward silence settles over you, reminding you of silence from last week, when he wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“okay,” you say frustratedly, throwing your hands up. “what’s your deal, katsuki? you’ve been acting really weird for the past week and it’s really confusing. did i, like, do something wrong? because you’re normal with kiri and mina, but when it comes to me you’re . . . standoffish?”

he stares at you like a deer stuck in headlights, unblinking, unmoving. he stays like that for a long, drawn-out moment. it feels like years, but can’t be more than a few seconds. “you didn’t do anything,” he mumbles finally.

“cool, so you’re just acting like an ass for no reason?”

“i’m not acting like an ass!” he exclaims, fists clenching where they rest on his thighs. “i’m-“ he cuts himself off, sighing, and stands up, chair rolling behind him. “i’m not acting like an ass, i’ve just been . . .”

“busy,” you finish for him, a dejected tone to your voice. “right. too busy to text me, too busy to not walk away everytime i enter a room, too busy to talk to me like a normal fucking person. right, no, yeah. that makes total sense.” you roll your eyes and stand as well, fixing your bag as you sigh. “listen, if you didn’t want me to come tonight, you should have said so. i have schoolwork to do anyway.”

you make a move for the door, but he sidesteps, now planted in front of you. his eyes bore into yours, face flushed, jaw set. to an outside party, he’d seem pissed. to you, however, this is pure frustration.

“katsuki, move.”

“no.”

“jesus christ!” you say in an incredulous laugh, letting your bag fall to the ground as your arms go limp. you spin on your heel and press your palms to your eyes. “you won’t talk to me, and you won’t let me leave.” you turn back to him and glare. “what do you want from me, katsuki? you can’t keep acting like this and expect me to go along with it?”

without a moment's hesitation from him, he surges forward, cupping your face, and plants his lips on yours.

you’re frozen in your spot, eyes wide, nervous system going haywire. you’re unsure of what to do. is this why he’s been acting so weird all week? because he likes you?

as soon as your mind catches up with reality, and you let your eyes fall shut, he makes a grunting sound and pulls away, not meeting your eyes. he brings a hand up to his ear and snaps a couple times, brows furrowing in frustration.

“what the fuck?” he mumbles to himself, pulling his hearing aid off and turning it over to look at the battery. you can vaguely see a green light flashing and realize his hearing aids have died.

just your luck. of course his hearing aids would die in the middle of the most telling moment of your guys’ relationship. and of course your sign language is still shitty. and of course you would start to cry, because why wouldn’t you?

he must sense a disturbance in the air because he looks up at you, eyes softening as he clocks the tears welling up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” he says quietly. you can’t tell if it’s because he’s scared of being too loud or if it’s because he’s trying to be soft, but it makes you cry even harder.

“you kissed me,” you whisper, running a hand down your face. his brows furrow in confusion, gaze dropping to your mouth. “you kissed me,” you repeat, this time trying to make it more intelligible.

“stupid fucking hearing aids,” he curse, more to himself than to you. he scowls, then looks at you and sighs. “i’m not good with words. i was hoping that, uh, kissing you would explain it for me. did it?”

you let out a small, wet laugh and shake your head. “does this mean you like me too?”

“wait, go slower.”

katsuki fully lost his hearing in second year, meaning he can still say words properly without his hearing aids, but has trouble reading lips. he’s improved a lot since then, but it’s still shoddy.

you chew the inside of your cheek. “do you like me?” you repeat, this time slower, more articulate.

hesitantly, he nods. “that’s why i’ve been acting like a douche. because i didn’t . . .” he pauses, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “i didn’t think you liked me back. and i was trying to distance myself. you- you do like me, right?”

a grin splits across your face, and you take his face in your hands. you lean forward, stopping just before his lips, and whisper, “i think i might love you, katsuki bakugou.” you close the distance between you too.

his hands find your waist, pulling you closer to him, and your hands slide around his neck. for a moment, you get lost in him. in the way his lips slot against yours like they were made for each other, in the sounds he doesn’t know he’s making, in the way his fingers dig into your skin. you could stay like this forever, you think.

eventually, you have to breathe, so you pull away, resting your forehead on his. there’s a seemingly permanent smile placed on your face. his chest heaves and he returns the smile, quickly picking your lips once again.

“you know i have no idea what you said to me before that, right?” he asks softly, eyes flickering between your eyes and your mouth.

you just laugh.

[unknownsvoid]

Texting the BIG THREE pick up lines randomly!

✮⋆˙ | featuring: izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki ✮⋆˙ | cw: suggestive content/crack, aged!up big three, kys jokes literally once, fem!reader.

ꨄ︎ | izuku midoriya!

ꨄ︎ | katsuki bakugou!

ꨄ︎ | shoto todoroki!

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@ bakugoukatsuki ˒ 17m ago

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contents: third year! katsuki. ooc katsuki probably. mention of past trauma. spoilers!!!! reader has anxiety. kind of angst but also kind of not.

word count: 535

“staring up at the rain like that isn’t going to make it stop.”

without even looking his way, you know it’s katsuki. a hum passes through your closed lips and you turn towards him, smiling softly. “you look awfully cozy,” you say, nodding a head towards the scarf wrapped around his neck, covering part of his chin. “i’m not trying to stop the rain. i’m . . . enjoying it.”

a look of pure disgust flashes across his face. “enjoying the rain,” he repeats—a statement, not a question. “you’re a freak, you know that?”

“it’s calming.” you reach a hand out under the awning, letting the soft rain gather into a puddle in your hand before tipping it out. you laugh and turn back to him. “what, you don’t like rain?”

“i hate the rain.”

“why?”

there’s a moment of silence. it’s feels like forever, but you know it can’t be more than a couple seconds. his gaze drifts from you to the rain, eyes hardening.

there are moments in your life when you forget your first year at UA. when the sun is shining, warming your skin, and you’re laughing with your friends. or now, when it’s raining, and the rain is so soft, so sweet. 

“oh,” you breathe out, blinking a couple times at the side of his face. “i’m sorry. i didn’t—”

“that’s not why i hate the rain,” he cuts you off, still refusing to look at you. “i hated the rain before i died in it. i’ve hated it since i was a kid. don’t be sorry, it’s fine.”

you press your lips together and nod, unsure of what to say. you know katsuki doesn’t want your pity, and you’re not going to give it to him.

“do you ever . . .” you trail off, gnawing on the inside of your cheek. finally, he meets your eyes again. there’s something different about them now—sad, distant, closed-off. “do you ever think about the war? i mean , of course you do—everyone does. but do you think of what it would be like had we lost?”

“jesus.” he laughs and suddenly you regret asking. “i think about it all the time. think about what it would be like if deku didn’t lose his quirk, think about what it would be like if someone else had died.”

this is the first time you’ve ever had a conversation like this with katsuki. your other friends—mina, kirishima, deku—they’ve all talked about this. they’re open with their feelings, they’ve cried in front of you. but katsuki? he’s . . . different. he’s changed since first year, but he still doesn’t show his emotions in front of others. he doesn’t talk like this, and nobody expects him to.

“but we won,” he says, much quieter than his usual tone.

“but we won,” you repeat, almost breathlessly.

and then the silence is back. except, this time, it’s different. the rain is starting to let up, the sun is coming out. both of you are looking out in front of you.

“i’m glad . . .” once again, you trail off, anxiety crawling through your veins. you sigh and turn towards him. “i’m glad you lived, katsuki.”

he blinks at you a couple times, then laughs. soft, quiet, lovely. “me too.”

[awkwardbakugou]

Training day is my favorite day 😩

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: You guys remember that thing I wrote the other day saying I didn't have an explanation for it? Well, I don't have one for this either. But I nearly cried when I wrote the last line. Deadass real tears. Almost.

C/W ::: Stupid sweet. Dad!Katsuki (27 yrs old, married to F.reader).

WC ::: Less than 530

Thinking about Katsuki hanging out in the living room with his baby after she had a bad dream.

It's 1:19 in the morning and he's awakened by the sound of his baby girl crying. You had begun to shuffle in your sleep at the sounds she was making, but he got up first, careful not to disturb you (like that would ever disturb you).

He quietly padded his way down the hallway to her dimly lit room and he peeked through the open crack in the door to see if she was ok before he walked in. She'd apparently heard someone coming to her because she stopped fussing just long enough for him to open the door the rest of the way and walk in to her.

His voice was calm, low and gravelly. But soft. A kind of softness that he reserves only for his little girl.

"Hey stinker, whats'a matter? Y'have a bad dream or somethin'? C'mere, ohhh yes, shh shh shh shh shh. Come on, up ya go. Wanna go for a walk with me, hah? Let's go. Jus' you 'n me. Let's hit the road, hah, Jack?" He picks her up without any effort at all. Her little 17 pound body is no match for the great Katsuki Bakugou. Though regardless - and because - of how small she is, he holds her closer than anything else in the whole world.

He holds her tightly with one arm and puts the other one on the handrail to make his way down the stairs, talking to her the whole way. "So, what'd ya dream 'bout? Yer mama runnin' outta milk?" She coos and smiles at him. He laughs, too, but he knows, realistically, there's no way in hell she could know what he's saying to her. But that won't stop him from telling everyone at the agency that his baby is a certified genius.

"Yeah, that'd be scary as hell. But really, when'r ya gonna start talkin', hah? I need someone normal to talk to sometimes. And," he senses you behind him and stops talking. Turning around, he sees you standing behind the couch, smiling, with your hand over your heart. "B'tween you 'n me? Your mama is a full-time passenger on the crazy train. She might even be the conductor one of these days." He winks at you and waves you off with his hand to go back bed. "I got 'er. 'L be up soon, ma."

You nod and hover for just a second to brush her soft little blonde hairs from her forehead. You kiss him on the cheek and walk back to bed.

He swipes the hair you brushed back to the way it was and gives her a long kiss on the crown on her head, sneaking a sniff of that baby smell. She smells like a combination of you and him: Vanilla and burnt honey.

"See what'm sayin'? Yer ma don't know how to do hair t' save her life. Tch. Bah! I love her anyway." The baby began to fuss a little again. "Hey! I didn't say I loved 'er more than you, baby boom.

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[leaffy-is-here]

moving out of the dorms

#allmighthyperfixation=autism😜

[shawtylex09]

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[theangelsheardyou]

Bakugou headcanons bc if I don't have an mha audience on this godforsaken app then I will forge one out of my own blood and sweat

He likes lizards. Something about him just makes me think he was a lizard kid

Like he def would catch them and just watch them do their little lizard things as a kid

He probably owns one or two as an adult

I saw someone say this before but he was the type of kid to collect cool looking sticks and keep em in his bag, then forget about them until his mom finds them and yells at him

"KATSUKI WHATS WITH ALL THIS GARBAGE IN YOUR BACKPACK I TOLD YOU TO CLEAN THIS UP" *waving arms angrily* "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY COOL STICKS!!!!"

Trans bakugou truthers I have one saved especially for u🫶

When he was a kid and was just starting to bind he wanted to feel like Mulan so he used bandages (very bad idea) and went to school like that (also a bad idea) and went to PE in that (an even worse idea)

He ended up passing out since he couldn't breathe and his teacher thought he was faking to get out of work, but ended up having to call an Ambulance

He has the energy of a kid with ADHD but who just forced himself to learn how to function properly

Like maybe as a kid he had trouble with it but it was his own decision to work hard to get better and now he is

That doesn't mean he doesn't have any other symptoms tho

He has a habit of letting his mind wander. If he's ever quiet with a calm expression and staring at nothing in particular, you know it's just The Voices putting his brain on autopilot for a while and not to bother him

I headcanon he would have 2 cats in high school, a beautiful black one he adores named Empress and a scrawny stupid looking calico named Spoingus who he found in a dumpster and just followed him home

OH ALSO ALSO

remember that black haired kid he was friends with back in middle school all the way from episode 1? (If u need a refresher just search "bakugou middle school friends")

Yea. They're exes btw. So.

They broke up mostly since black haired smoking dude (idk his name) was emotionally immature and distant, he wasn't able to be there for Katsuki the way he needed him to be.

This also ties in with my other headcanon that Katsuki is the more dependent one in the relationship, the more emotional

He definitely has a lot going on emotionally on his own, so he would want someone who can share that burden with.

You'll know he loves you when he's able to be vulnerable around you, otherwise you're just another friend or extra

He's bisexual, idc I'm calling it

I know the manga ended idgaf

He likes men who are emotionally stable, kind, and friendly, and he likes his women the exact opposite

Hc he has a thing for dominant women

Bro wants to be stepped on so badddddd😫😫😫

[mha-polls]

*for the sake of numbers and such, manga or book series will count as one book. you can specify in the notes if you think he'd have series' or anything

[onesmolbean49]

He deserved so much and yet he didn’t get what he yearned for all his life…

[thehusbandoden]

Clingy -Clingy Husband!Bakugo Katsuki x Wife!Reader

I used to write Bakugo all the time (no, he's not a husbando of mine, you don't have to worry about me claiming him) but rarely do it now.

Fluff (slight angst) | 1,020 words

Once again not edited

Warnings!: Mentions of- death, losing a loved one, regret, (👈all from random civilians) and insecurity

A hum escaped your lips as you wiped down your kitchen counter, basking in your husband's warmth.

"Do we have to do that now." Bakugo grumbled, pecking at your neck semi-aggresively.

"Yes Suki. I do not want to wake up to a messy house. And can you help? I'd get done a whole lot faster~."

"I am helping. I'm your emotional support."

"Katsuki.. will you please just get off me and do the dishes or something?"

"But I want cuddles." Bakugo all but whined, tightening his grip on your waist before nuzzling his face into your neck, ears red at his show of affection.

You just sighed, resting your head against Bakugo's before going back to your cleaning- a smile stuck on your lips.

After another thirty minutes you looked around at your living room, satisfied with your work. You single handedly cleaned the entire downstairs with Bakguo attached to you the entire time. You're not exactly sure why, but ever since Bakugo came home from work he's been clingy onto you, demanding you pay attention to him, and practically whining whenever you got up to do something.

"Are we done now?" Bakugo muttered, voice heavy with sleepiness.

"Yes baby. I'm done now."

Bakugo gave you a peck on the shoulder as a response, lazily picking you up. Wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, you had to admit that this was pretty perfect.

Your usually tsundere husband was giving you the attention that you demanded daily, showing off his clingy side for whatever reason. But for some reason you felt like something was.. off.

Bakugo -though he loves you dearly- rarely showed it via pyshical touch. He would cook and work for you, leave you little notes -which he totally blew off as you being crazy or you having a stalker, or in Bakugo's words: "They're probably from Dunce Face. He's always been jealous of me getting the hottie of the class" -, and grumpily letting you cuddle him and shower him with affection. And of course, he does xnotx like it at all. No no he hates it. But- if you come home you have thirty minutes to give him at the very least five minutes of your time showering him with this "unwanted" affection before he blows up and ignores you for a few hours.

Even though sometimes this was quite frustrating, most of the time you found it endearing, causing you to go soft for your big baby and give him the affection he adores- no matter how many times he denies it.

But this was different.

He's clung onto you for five hours.

The best you've gotten -and this was when he woke up feeling super clingy- was thirty minutes before he got bored of following you around as you did this and that, and so he went and sat on the couch, pouting as he watched you giggle at him.

After Bakugo tucked you in he immedietly climbed in beside you, wrapping you up in his arms as he pressed a few kisses onto your head, causing you to giggle.

"I love you Teddybear."

"And I you, Handsome. But.. is there anything wrong?"

At your silence you took that as a yes.

Leaning away from him, you left just enough space to look him in the eyes, playing with his hair as he looked down at your arm, drawing patterns onto it absent mindedly.

"You know you can tell me." You murmur, lifting Bakugo's chin so he was forced to meet your gaze.

"At work today.. there was this.. couple. The girl got crushed, and she wasn't able to be saved in time. She died-"

You panicked as Bakugo started slightly tearing up. Moving to kiss away the tears gathering in his lashes, you grabbed his hand, rubbing at his knuckles encouragingly.

"The- the man.. he was sobbing into her xdeadx body, apolgizing for not expressing his love enough.. he was so.. broken. And it reminded me of you- me specifically. You give me so much affection, but I- I hardly give you any in return. And I don't want to regret not showing you the love that you need, the love that you deserve."

"Oh baby." You coo, pulling Bakugo into your arms, pressing feather like kisses to any skin you could reach as Bakugo clung to you, letting a few tears fall.

"Listen- you do show me how much you love me. It's just not in the same way. Like when you cook me your special bentos, telling me to eat it or you're gonna track me down and force-feed me, or when you slave away only to come home and take me shopping, and when you leave me all of those sweet notes, telling me how much you love me, and spending a special amount on time on something so random."

"They're never random." Bakugo huffed, nipping a your shoulder lovingly.

"And I quote: 'Y/n, Teddybear, Goregous, Doll, Angel, and Keeper of not only my heart but soul, just so yk- that shirt looks xdazzlingx on you. You are so freaking xgoregousx if you weren't already married I'd ask for your hand.'"

"What!? You. Looked. Amazing."

"Katsuki, hunny.. you made it sound like I was a super model when I was in the same pjs I was wearing for the past three days with stains showing what I had for every meal since I put them on."

"You were goregous. And don't make fun of yourself. Your favoirte character just died."

"See- look. You remembered. That's another thing that makes you such a good husband, Babe."

"Yeah yeah whatever." Bakugo grumbled, wiggling out of your hold to pull you into his.

"I love you, idiot."

"And I you, boom boom boi."

Giggles filled the room as Bakugo pinned you to the bed, mercissly bombarding you with tickles, pinches -calm down they were soft, don't kill your idiot-, and kisses.

And no, he didn't stop until you apologized.

And no, you didn't apologize until your sides were aching and you desperately missed the warmth of your husband's chest.

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[sourdeers]

☰ ❝BIRD BRAIN❞

— contents: third year! reader & katsuki. alluding to suggestive content. profanity. worried boyfriend! katsuki. sparring. — word count ﹕ 866 — a/n: request here.

“is that all you got, bird brain?”

you’re not sure why, but the nickname sends a shock down your spine. “bird brain?” you repeat in a laugh, holding your fists out in front of you. “real original, mina.”

she snickers and ducks her head a little bit, mirroring your position. sparring with mina has always been fun. she’s a good match-up for you, you think—in regards to hand-to-hand combat, at least.

quickly, she pushes off on her left foot and sprints towards you, a determined look on her face. you go to the same, but your mind doesn’t communicate that to your feet and your body stutters. she’s right in front you when you spin on your ankle.

instead of hitting you, she hits possibly the most sensitive part of your wing; the very top of it, right on the bone. a strike of pain shoots down your spine and your mouth drops open in a silent cry of pain. your knees buckle and you fall to one knee, one hand bracing you and the other trying to reach your wing.

“oh, shit!” mina exclaims, dropping down beside you. “are you okay? i didn’t mean to hit you that hard, i swear! i was aiming for- well, i was aiming for you.”

when you meet her gaze, her face is pinched up in worry and regret. oddly, you almost want to apologize to her. you open your mouth to say something, but a stampede of footsteps distracts you. suddenly, all of 1-a is surrounding you, peering down with pained faces.

“jesus christ,” a familiar voice mumbles. before you know it, katsuki is crouched down in front of you, face red and sweaty from sparring with kirishima. “i tell you to be careful and you go and break your fucking wing.”

“bakugou,” aizawa warns, his voice raspy and quiet. you look up to find him glaring at the blonde. he looks at you and sighs through his nose. “do you need to go to recovery girl?”

you shake your head, but katsuki speaks before you can. “i’ll take her. might be a fracture, could be broken—whatever. she needs to rest, at least.”

“katsuki, i’m fine,” you strain, rolling your eyes. he gives you an unimpressed look and you roll your eyes again. “really. i just need to, i don’t know, take a break. five minutes.”

“i’m really sorry, y/n. i feel so bad.”

everyone stares at you for a moment. some are biting the insides of their cheeks, some have furrowed brows, some are raising their brows.

“um, i really think you should go to recovery girl, y/n,” deku chimes in from somewhere in the crowd. “if a bird injures their wing, they could-“

“she’s not a fucking bird, deku,” katsuki bites, cutting him off. you frown at him and he sighs, looking back at deku. “just- okay, my bad. birds and wings and whatnot, yeah. thanks.” he meets your gaze and raises his brows urgently. “come on, y/n. let’s go to recovery girl. best case scenario, you get to relax in your dorm for the night.”

you stare at him for a long, drawn-out moment, but eventually groan and roll your eyes. “fine,” you relent. “let’s go, i guess.”

he helps you stand, careful not to touch your wing, you wince anyway, gravity making your wing sag just the slightest. it pulls at your skin even more than usual, pulls at the bone. you’re not going to admit it out loud, but it hurts like a motherfucker.

the walk to the infirmary is mostly quiet, save for katsuki’s short lecture on taking care of your wings while fighting—like you don’t already know that. you have had them since birth, or whatever.

of course, the office is empty when you get there. you sit down on the edge of an empty bed and sigh. “this sucks,” you mumble. “my legs just . . . stopped working in there. and it’s taking away from our sparring time. this totally blows.”

katsuki ignored your complaints. “spread ‘em.”

“katsuki.” your eyes go wide and you quickly glance around, looking for people. “this is not the place to get frisky, you freak.”

he rolls his eyes and steps closer to you, vaguely gesturing towards you. “i meant your wings, dumbass.”

you hold back a laugh, spreading your wings out as best you can. the injured on only goes halfway out, and elicits a groan out of you.

“that as far as you can go?”

you nod, humming. “yeah. hurts like a bitch.”

he gets even closer—so close you can feel his warmth radiating off of him. he reaches out, running a finger along the top of your wings. it sends a shiver down your spine, but, surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt.

“you’re so . . .” he trails off, clicking his tongue and taking a step back with a sigh. you bite back a smile and he clicks his tongue again. “what? laughing ‘cause i’m worried? ain’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to do? i’m worried, yeah, whatever.”

“aww, katsuki,” you coo, reaching out and rubbing your hands down his biceps. “you do love me!”

his gaze softens and he smiles softly. “i suppose.”

[burningablaze]

Bakugou x Kirishima - Late Night Antics

Summary: Bakugou had a nightmare and Kirishima tickles him to cheer him up

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Kirishima

Words: 1,020

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Bakugou had no idea where he was. It was cold and dark. The environment was frigid and pitch black, making it impossible for him to see his own breath. Suddenly a circle of bright light beamed over him. He looked around but everything around him was still black.

Another beam of light flashed several feet across him. A figure was standing in the circle, he was tall, wearing a business suit, and he seemed to be looking down. Bakugou was confused and demanded to know answers.

“Hey! Where the hell am I?!” Bakugou shouted. The figure did nothing at first for a solid few seconds. Then, the figure lifted his head. Bakugou’s eyes widened and felt a chill in his spine. The figure didn’t had a face except for his teeth. He had a cheshire smile that made Bakugou shivered. “What the hell are you?” Bakugou whispered under his breath.

Suddenly the figure glitched and disappeared. Bakugou gasped and looked around to see where he went. “Face me, coward!” Bakugou yelled. Out of nowhere, the faceless figure appeared and placed his hands on the sides of Bakugou’s face. He screamed in painful agony as he fell to his knees. The figure smiled widely. “It’ll be over soon,” It said.

Bakugou used his quirk to blow away the figure then quickly woke up in a dark room with cold sweat and breathed heavily.

Bakugou had just experienced a nightmare that left him shaken. The faceless figure with the creepy grin had really gotten to him. Kirishima slowly woke up next to Bakugou. “Bakugou, why are you awake?” He asked tiredly.

Bakugou sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Just had a nightmare,” He muttered. Kirishima sat up and looked at him with concern. “You okay?” He asked. Bakugou nodded, still feeling a bit shaken by the vivid dream. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. “Just a dream,” He muttered to himself. “Just a stupid dream.”

“Katsuki, I don’t want you to think I’m making you feel weak by talking to me. It’s important and I told you multiple times about it.” Bakugou sighed. “Yeah, I know.” Kirishima put a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder. “You know I’m here for you, man. You don’t have to go through everything alone.” Bakugou gave him a small smile. “Yeah, I know that too.” He appreciated Kirishima’s concern, even if he wasn’t always good at showing it.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Kirishima spoke up again. “Want to talk about the dream?” Bakugou hesitated, but then shook his head. “I’ll be fine. I always am.” He said with a little bit of confidence and laid his head back on his pillow.

“Do you need help falling asleep?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou shook his head again. “Nah, I’ll be good. Thanks though.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Kirishima leaned against his back, wrapping his arm around him. “I do have one way to make you feel better.” He smiled in the dark.

“Oh yeah, shitty hair? What?” “This,” Kirishima’s mischievous grin grew wider as he started to gently tickle Bakugou’s belly.

“What the hell, Kirishima?!” Bakugou laughed unexpectedly and squirmed against his back as Kirishima's fingers danced across his belly. “Pfft! Hehehehey! W-What the hell shihihihitty hair!”

Kirishima continued to tickle Bakugou’s belly, his laughter filling the quiet room. “Come on, Bakugou, just let go and enjoy it,” He teased, his fingers moving faster.

Bakugou squirmed and tried to push Kirishima away, but his efforts were futile. The ticklish sensation overwhelmed him, and he couldn’t help but burst into fits of laughter. “K-Kirishimahahahahahaha, s-stop it! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!” He managed to say between laughs, his cheeks turning pink.

Kirishima chuckled, delighting in Bakugou’s vulnerability. “You know, laughter is the best medicine, right?” He said, his voice filled with mischief. “And I happen to be an expert at making you laugh.”

“Shuhuhuhut up! Your juhuhust a pahahahain in the ahahahass!”

Kirishima’s fingers were getting close to Bakugou’s belly button, causing him to squirm even more. “No, no, Kirishima! Don’t you dahahahare!”

Kirishima ignored his plea and dug his finger in his belly button. “Hahahahahahahahahaha no, no, nohohohohoho! Ahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha!”

Bakugou arched his back, kicked his legs, and thrashed his body all around but Kirishima kept him right where he wanted him and it couldn’t be any cuter. He noticed that his laugh is more carefree and his nose was scrunched.

Kirishima thought his heart was melting and kept tickling his belly button, enjoying the way his boyfriend’s laughter echoed through the air.

After a couple of minutes, Kirishima pulled his finger out of his belly button and slowly traced his fingers over the middle of his belly. Bakugou’s laugh had calmed down but still squirmed. “You doing okay?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou chuckled softly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Bakugou lay there, panting and still giggling, a contented smile on his face. Kirishima couldn’t resist brushing a strand of hair away from Bakugou’s forehead, his fingers lingering on his boyfriend’s cheek.

“You’re so beautiful when you laugh like that," Kirishima whispered, his voice filled with genuine affection. Bakugou's laughter slowly subsided, but the joy in his eyes remained.

"And you're an idiot," Bakugou retorted playfully, a hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. Kirishima chuckled and leaned in to capture Bakugou's lips in a sweet kiss, sealing their moment of shared laughter and affection.

Kirishima grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Oh, come on, Bakugou! Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my finger!” He wiggled his finger in the air playfully, making Bakugou squirm even more.

“Stohohop!” Bakugou pushed his hand away. Kirishima chuckled. “Okay, okay.”

Bakugou turned around on his other side to face Kirishima and wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s. Feeling a surge of mischievousness, Kirishima leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Bakugou's nose. “You ready to finally sleep now?” Kirishima asked, softly tracing patterns on his back.

Bakugou sighed softly and closed his eyes. “That feels nice.” Kirishima smiled and happily continued stroking his back. He gave Bakugou one last kiss on the forehead. “Goodnight,” He whispered.

[naychuchu]

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