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lightseoul · 3 months ago

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#12 please🫶🫶

12, coming right up! tagging also @tsunderelover07, thank you sm for playing <3

(this is lightseoul’s 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i’ll whip something up!)

12. "I COULD USE A HUG RIGHT NOW." (1.6k)

you’re startled to attention when your phone pings from where you unknowingly dropped it beside you on the couch.

apparently, it has slid by the edge of your butt in the few minutes of you staring blankly at the off-white wall, and the brief vibration right to your ass is enough to snap you back to reality.

your now sucky-ass reality.

picking it up, your frown deepens even more when you see the text.

(7:04 PM) bestie #1 (mina)💞: i’m so sorry i can’t be there with you rn!!!! i got called in last minute to cover for momo. i really am sorry :(((

you know it’s not mina’s fault, but your heart drops in disappointment nevertheless. not wanting to make her feel bad, however, you quickly type in a reply.

(7:05 PM) you: no worries, mina. i understand :) stay safe out there!

sighing, you’re about to place your phone on the small coffee table in front of you when your phone chimes again.

(7:05 PM) bestie #1 (mina)💞: i’ll make it up to you, promise!! can i send someone there to accompany you in my stead??

you feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion. you vaguely remember kaminari and sero talking about their patrol schedules shifting, and how they complained that they now have to cover friday nights.

kirishima’s currently overseas on a classified mission, although you guess it’s not as classified now, seeing as how he told you and the rest of the squad about being drafted in it.

which only leaves…

you shake your head. it can’t be.

mina knows you better than that—knows that out of the friend group, bakugou’s the one you’re the least close to, and you’re even convinced that the man hates you. you’re not entirely sure, but you’re starting to think he’s purposefully avoiding you—always choosing the farthest seat from you, and never attending hangouts when it was just the two of you and one other person.

he may be making it a point not to smile or laugh around you, too. which hurts, because of the unfortunate realization that mina arrived at a few weeks ago before you can even say hold up.

the realization that you may or may not have a stupidly embarrassing crush on bakugou katsuki.

so… scratching him out, who else could it be?

you’re in the middle of unlocking your phone to ask who she’s sending (because knowing her, she may be asking for permission now, but she for sure has already sent someone), when, as if on cue, a barrage of heavy knocks echo from your doorway.

you freeze.

that can’t be a mutual gal friend of mina and yours. not with the aggressive-ass knocking.

your butt remains stuck on the seat for a few seconds of silence, at least until the rapping comes back on and again, and you stumble your way towards your apartment unit’s front door.

it’s moments like this that make you wish you have a fucking peephole, but oh, well.

patting down your hair in a last-minute, desperate attempt to look presentable, you finally reach for the knob and open the door.

only to be met face-to-face with bakugou ‘it can’t be’ katsuki.

you literally feel your soul leave your body as you lock eyes with the man, who, from the get-go, is already frowning at you.

his eyes rove over your face. “don’t you look like shit?”

you can’t help but return his scowl to him even if you tried. “well, hello to you, too.”

the quip doesn’t seem to bother him, though, who only continues to study you. when they get to your eyes, however, his frown intensifies. “have you been crying?”

shit.

you forgot to check your reflection before you answered the door, but you bet there’s no lying out of this one, what with you crying non-stop ever since you got home—the second you closed the door behind you.

“yeah, well…” you start, rubbing your nape awkwardly. “i’m not sure if mina told you, but i got—”

“laid off,” he finishes for you, nodding. “i know.”

hearing it from another person’s mouth, let alone bakugou’s, sends a pang of pain straight to your chest all over again, and you have to fight the tears that are threatening to well up around the corners of your eyes.

“well,” he speaks up after a beat of silence, “are ya gonna let me in or not?”

you roll your eyes, although it’s more playful than anything, and bakugou catches you, to which he just scoffs. he enters as you hold the slab of wood open for him, closing it promptly as he crosses the distance to the kitchen in just a few strides, already familiar with the floorplan from the countless hangouts you’ve hosted for the squad.

and as he opens the freezer, you’re about to ask him what he’s doing when, as if reading your mind, he holds up two pints of what looks like ice cream for you to see. “brought your favorite.”

you beam at him. “aww, that’s so sweet of mina! thank you.”

at that, his face contorts in a look of offense as if you just unceremoniously pinched his armpit.

you frown. “what?”

he only shakes his head, although that pained expression remains on his face. “‘s nothing. sure, thank mina.”

“…okay? i just did, but okay.”

he tosses you a glare, which you just try to shake off. you’re sure comforting someone isn’t exactly part of bakugou’s repertoire, so you conclude it’s better to cut the guy some slack.

“you’ve eaten dinner?” he asks as he rummages through the rest of your refrigerator, most likely judging you for the lack of ingredients and fresh produce.

“yeah,” you respond. he doesn’t have to know that dinner was a cup of instant noodles you pathetically scarfed down in the convenience store on the way home. you figured you could treat yourself to a grand pity meal for getting laid off, but thought better against it. if anything, you needed to save money, at least until you get hired by another hero agency.

straightening up, he eyes you suspiciously as if sensing you’re hiding something. “you sure?”

you nod decisively, which you can only do because you’re technically not lying.

bakugou stares you down for a couple more seconds before nodding curtly himself, now looking absolutely stiff in the middle of your kitchen.

and as you observe the man, it hits you that you may have just robbed him of the only thing he knows when it comes to consoling a grieving person.

by cooking for them.

you’re not exactly hungry, but you can’t help but feel bad for the pro-hero as he stands there seemingly deep in thought, probably trying to figure out what to do with himself now.

you take a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you’re about to say.

“but you can cook—” you start.

“come work for us.”

“what?” you ask, the same time he goes: “huh?”

he’s the first one to regain his bearings. “thought you had dinner already? changed your mind, huh, dumbass?”

you ignore his snide pet name. “what do you mean come work for you?”

at that, bakugou shifts on his feet, shrugging. “you know what i mean. come work at ground riot. we have a vacancy that fits you.”

you gape at him. “you’re kidding me?”

to that, bakugou tosses you a deadpan look. “does it look like i’m kidding?”

you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s looking constipated, like he always does, so you keep your mouth shut. instead, you only stand there a few feet away from him, twitching as you desperately tamp down the visceral urge to kiss the man in glee.

he must be getting weirded out, because he only looks at you with an eyebrow raised. “the fuck is going on with you?”

“i—” you begin, clenching your fists.

here goes nothing.

“—just—i could use a hug right now, bakugou.”

“a what?”

you try to ignore the incredulous expression on his face, let alone the scarlet that’s starting to creep up his neck. “as a thank you. for the offer. and you came all the way here to comfort me, right? i could really use a hug.”

it takes him a beat to reply, mouth opening and closing and then opening again, until he settles with: “that’s pushing it, dumbass.”

despite yourself, you deflate at his rejection. you got too carried away by his generous offer and the fact that he’s here—that he went out of his way to accompany you and even bring you your favorite ice cream—that you ended up crossing a line you’ve never dared to cross until now.

you try to deny it, but it stings.

still, you muster as much of a good-natured smile as you can, adding a light-hearted chuckle to boot. “i was just joking…” you mutter under your breath.

at that, you turn your back against him, face flaming in embarrassment as you start to head toward the living room to fetch your phone when you hear him heave a deep sigh behind you.

and before you can even comprehend what’s going on, you feel something tug at your wrist, spinning you on your heel until you collide with a firm chest that can only belong to one person.

your eyes are wide as saucers when you feel his arms gently wrap around your back, pressing you further against him.

“happy?” he grunts, voice low and reverberating against you.

it takes you a second, but you can only nod from where you’re plastered right onto him, his cologne completely flooding your senses, sending your heart into a total frenzy.

so much so that you almost miss the way his is hammering like crazy, too.

#giggling n kicking my feet #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #mha imagines #mha scenarios #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n #bkg #2k milestone drabble

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chucklee118 · 3 months ago

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I don't have the words (to tell you what you mean to me)

Summary: Momo's life has been action packed and often pretty scary for months. She thought she had her three most terrifying moments solidly ranked in her mind.

Watching Okarun crumple and fall like a soaked sandbag after taking a hit to the head-one that'd been meant for her-makes her reevaluate.

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Momo's leg bounces under her desk, teeth worrying at her bottom lip as she glares at the clock in the classroom. The teacher’s entire lesson just sounds like warbling to her; her brain marking everything in the world as a distraction save one.

Seeing Okarun as soon as school ended.

The further she gets into the school year and the more misadventures they rack up, the more she resents the fact that they’re in different classes.

The teacher hasn’t even reacted to the first chime for the end of the school day before Momo’s out of the room, skidding on the flat of her shoes to cut the sharpest turn possible and run down the hallway, her bag hanging as loose as an afterthought from her shoulder.

For all that screaming, running and fighting scary yokai and aliens had become a natural part of her day-to-day, the three most terrifying moments of her life had been set pretty solid in her mind: seeing Vamola get skewered by the globalists, her first meeting with the Serpos, and coming home to see Mr. Shrimp sitting over three people laid out and bloodied; and thinking that the one covered like a corpse had been Okarun.

She’d been forced to reevaluate after last weekend.

Because watching her best friend crumple and fall like a soaked sandbag after taking a hit to the head-a hit that’d been meant for her-and not move afterward had been even worse than finding out he’d been hurt when she wasn’t around to help him. It’d ripped something out of her soul, turned her blood to ice and crushed all the air from her lungs.

“OKARUN!”

She never wants to experience that feeling again.

After shoulder checking several startled students moving at far more leisurely paces, she catches the door jamb and yanks herself to a stop in front of his classroom.

There are other kids around his desk obstructing her view, but save the thick bandaging wrapped around his head, he’s not in any visible pain she can see. People who Momo bet wouldn't have talked to him before are asking questions about his head injury; Kinta’s just lapping up the attention by proxy, Vamola looks too stressed to be much help, and Okarun being Okarun, he’s too polite to tell them to piss off so he can rest.

“Hey.”

So, she does it for him; announcing herself to the room and walking in even while she’s catching her breath from the short sprint through the halls. He turns to her with a half-second delay compared to everyone else; a consequence of his concussion, probably.

She can see exact moment he recognizes her, though; those already-warm brown eyes turn impossibly warmer.

“Ayase-san.” He says softly.

Fuck, she loves him so damn much.

“C’mon,” she says, shoving past the onlookers to reach him and take his arm in a gentle grip. “Let's go.”

He immediately pushes his chair back to stand; a little too fast for his bruised brain, but she just tightens her hold on him to keep him steady so he can get his bag. She doesn’t let go even after the four of them have left the classroom, helping him navigate the crowded hallways.

“Takakura~!”

Aira and Jiji are waiting at the lockers by the front entrance; the former immediately gets a little too close to Okarun’s opposite arm.

“Don’t crowd him, skank.” Momo mutters without much heat or feeling behind it; as fun as riling up Aira is, she’s not really in the mood for it today.

The other girl ignores her in favor of simpering over Okarun. She must not be feeling up to it either.

“How ya holding up, buddy?” Jiji asks as they all walk out.

“I’m all right,” Okarun says. He readjusts his glasses. “It’s not as bad as”

“Don’t downplay it.” Momo cuts him off, with a bit more bite than she means to; still, she can’t stand him trying to brush this off, and she’s never been shy about letting people know when she’s irritated.

Okarun ducks his head a little, avoiding her eyes like he often does when he’s being scolded.

“Luckily it’s still Monday,” he says, changing the subject and nodding at Jiji. “I’ll rest as soon as I’m home so I’m ready for tomorrow.”

Momo tilts her head; it takes her a second to realize what he’s talking about. Tomorrow’s Tuesday. She clenches her jaw.

“If Evil Eye wants to fight you, he’ll go through me first,” she almost growls. She rounds on Okarun again, glaring. “And you’re not going home, mister; you’re coming with me!”

She can feel eyes drawing in on their group, her in particular; she may have been a little louder than she thought. She’s certain people will be talking about them again tomorrow, but she couldn’t give less of a shit about rumors right now.

Okarun’s more important.

—————

Okarun doesn’t put up much resistance to her insistence that he’s going to stay at her place. Momo might not know all the specifics of his home life, but the fact that it’s never even come up despite that he’s left the Ayase household in borrowed clothes, bruises and bandages multiple times just reinforces her belief that she can take better care of him than what he’d get at home.

That said. . .

“Uh, A-Ayase-san. . .”

He makes a little fuss after dinner, when Momo makes clear that he’s not shacking up in the guest room. Despite all they’ve been through, and the fact that he’s been here multiple times, he still hesitates a bit at the doorway to her bedroom. Normally, Momo finds it kind of endearing that he’s such a gentleman, but worry makes her impatient, and she’s not above bullying him a little until he complies, even if he’s hurt.

“Move it, dork,” she says, shoving him inside; he goes more easily than he usually would, but thankfully manages to keep his feet. She points around the room. “Sleep clothes are in my closet. You know where the bathroom is; red toothbrush is the spare. I’ll be right back.”

She walks back downstairs to give him time to change and get a couple water bottles from the kitchen. She vaguely remembers that hydration’s important in handling injuries, but she’s not sure that applies to blows to the head, let alone ones that have long stopped bleeding. Still, it can’t hurt to have them on hand in case Okarun wakes up thirsty.

She’s idling and trying to think of anything else he might need when her grandmother catches her.

“Hey, Momo. If you’re gonna put four-eyes in your bed, better not let me find out about it.”

She hears Turbo Granny gagging in another room.

“Don’t say shit like that just after I’ve eaten!”

Momo glares at them, stomping out of the kitchen toward the stairs and shouting as she goes.

“As if I’d do anything to a patient!”

She willfully ignores the heat blooming up from her neck.

Momo wants Okarun as close as possible because she’s concerned; her unreasonably massive crush on the guy is totally irrelevant!

Well. . . mostly irrelevant.

Fuck, now she’s thinking about it.

“Dammit, granny.” She mutters, standing in the hall outside her door.

“Ayase-san?”

Okarun’s voice, muffled on the other side of the door, calls to her. She shakes her head and wills her blush to go down.

“Yeah,” she says, one hand on the door. “You decent?”

“Y-yes!” He answers in that nervous way that she knows means he’s adjusting his glasses; not because he needs to, just to hide his face.

He looks. . . distractingly soft. He’s worn her clothes before, and she his a few times, but that’d been mostly out of necessity and in situations when other urgent stuff had been on her mind. Her oversized shirts don’t quite swallow him up like they used to when they first met, but it still gives him the sight-feel of someone she’d really enjoy cuddling.

And his natural curls are already pretty destructive on that front by themselves.

“Ayase-san?” He asks, pink dusting over his nose and cheeks from the fact she’s been staring at him for eight uninterrupted seconds.

Startled, she hucks the water bottles at him and stages a tactical retreat into the bathroom; with the excuse that she’s getting herself ready for bed, though mostly to keep herself from doing something stupid.

Like smooshing his face between her hands and gushing about how fucking cute he is.

“Dammit granny.” She mutters again.

—————

“What’re you doing?”

After changing, brushing, and internally debating whether or not she’d suffer through wearing a bra to bed–she trusts Okarun far too much to bother, which just means she’ll have to make sure she wakes up before he does–she steps out of the bathroom to find him still on the floor, a futon halfway unrolled.

He blinks at her.

“Preparing a futon. . . ?” He says, with an intonation that makes it sound like a question. “Am I not sleeping in here?”

“Yeah, not on the floor,” she says. “You’re in bed with me.”

She can hear the gears in his head stutter. His whole face erupts in red.

“Wh-wh-what?! Ayase-san, I can’t–that’s not–!”

“Not what, huh? You got a problem?”

“It’s not proper! I don’t–!”

“I don’t give a shit about proper! What, you don’t want to?”

“Why do you want me in your bed?!”

The argument, as sometimes happened with him, had emboldened Okarun; he never would’ve been able to ask that sort of question normally.

Momo snaps at him.

“Because I’m still mad at you!”

Okarun’s mouth opens, but no retort comes out. The tension in his shoulders deflate, and he’s left standing there blinking at her.

It’s not how Momo envisioned the night going, but it’s the truth. Between finishing the fight and making sure he was okay, and the wave of relief that followed, she never really got the chance to be upset.

But they’re alone now, and that lidded frustration is boiling over. She stomps over to her bed and hurls back the covers; folds her arms and glares at him.

“Bed.”

His eye flickers toward the mattress before falling back on her. He’s still reluctant; the state he’s in, she could easily wrangle him with her powers, but she really wants him to choose to join her.

She breathes a shaky sigh; forces herself to keep eye contact even as her toes curl.

“It’s not just cause I’m mad,” she says, going for honesty a little more naked than she’s used to. “I want you here. . . please.”

Her ears burn, but she holds her gaze steady. She doesn’t want him to misunderstand this as teasing or something he has to endure because she’s upset. Her Okarun has always been the first to apologize; at times, she thinks he’d apologize for his very existence if it meant he could keep his friends, if it meant he doesn’t have to go back to being lonely and ignored.

She needs this sweet boy to understand how much he matters to her, whether or not she’s angry with him.

Okarun ducks his head, shrinking in one himself a bit but shuffling over to her bed nonetheless. He gingerly sits on the edge, hands clenched over his shirt like he’s trying to avoid touching her bed as much as possible.

Momo can’t help rolling her eyes at his hangups; she puts her knee on the bed, such that her calf is pressing against his thigh. He nearly jumps back up; if not for her hand on his shoulder, he might have.

“C’mon, scooch.”

Finally, he puts his hands on the bed, pushing himself back to the side facing the wall; he looks up at her with wide eyes. A face Momo hopes reflects anxiety, if not anticipation, rather than wariness. She wants him to listen to her, not get scared or stressed out.

Momo leans forward and reaches a hand out to his face; slowly, giving him plenty of time to react or otherwise say no, she touches the frame of his glasses.

She feels his nervous breath on her wrist; she’s glad she typically wears long sleeves to bed that can hide her goosebumps. Gently, she lifts his glasses off his face.

She tilts her head, taking him in. He’s not any less handsome with the glasses on, but the novelty of seeing him without them is striking.

It occurs to her, then, how little they’ve talked today despite her all but cuffing him to her all afternoon and evening. Shit, she hopes the silence on his end isn’t related to his injury.

“You look different without your glasses,” she says, struck by an impulse to try reclaiming their usual rhythm. Okarun ducks his head again, and she quickly adds. “Not in a bad way.”

He peeks up at her through his lashes, a tiny smile on his face that threatens to push her into cardiac arrest. She tears her eyes away, carefully folding the arms of his glasses and stretching to place them on her bedside table and turn off the light.

“Lie down.” She says, tugging the covers out from under his feet and holding them up.

He slides onto his side, canting back until his head rests on her pillows. He immediately looks back at her again, as if waiting for a cue; lying too stiffly to possibly be comfortable. The moonlight peeking through her curtain reflects off the bandaging around his head, giving her slight illumination to see his face even in the dark.

His curls look even softer in the dim light, practically begging her to touch them.

So, she does, running her fingertips over Okarun’s forehead and carding them through his hair; careful that she doesn’t apply any pressure that might aggravate his injury.

“That was a bonehead stunt you pulled.” She says quietly but firmly.

She feels Okarun shiver as she lightly scratches his scalp.

“Is that why you’re angry?” He asks in a small voice.

She tugs on a bouncy lock in reply.

“You really scared me, dumbass.”

“. . . I’m sorry.”

Momo frowns. She knows he’s apologizing for scaring her, not for taking the hit. Because he’s Okarun, too kind for his own good.

She sighs.

“Does it still hurt?”

Okarun doesn’t answer right away; his eyes are already half-lidded, head sinking into her pillows.

“Not. . . at all.”

Whether or not he’s just saying what she wants to hear, he’s clearly more fatigued than he otherwise would be; his voice barely more than a whisper, humming a little when she brushes his bangs back from his forehead.

Momo stretches out beside him; she’d prefer to hug him, but he might actually implode if she does that and he needs the rest. She settles for finding his hand and taking it in hers under the covers.

She closes her eyes, tracing the lines of his palm with her nails and forming a mental picture. His hands are unexpectedly soft for the most part, but there are a few small, rough calluses developing on the pads of his fingers; a result of his strength training, one of several. She’s caught him performing on par, if not better than, most of the school’s runners when his class takes P.E. outside. And she’s not the only one who’s noticed.

Between Vamola’s transfer and his sudden athleticism, Okarun’s no longer the invisible otaku in school. Momo’s glad he isn’t being ignored, but annoyed that they’re only paying attention to such a great guy for such superficial reasons.

She knew how cool her Okarun is back when he didn’t have any stamina to speak of; even then, she trusted him to have her back.

The fact that some of the attention on him comes from girls also chafes at a less-than-pretty part of her that she doesn’t want to admit to, let alone examine.

Momo cracks her eyes open, peeking at Okarun’s sleeping face; listening to his breathing, feeling the slow and steady pulse in his wrist. She soaks in his presence, the tension she’s been holding since he got hurt finally settling.

Three short words are sitting on the tip of her tongue, threatening to spill over the next time she opens her mouth; it’s not the first time. The note she left with the curry had been the closest she’s gotten to saying them, but they’ve been there for a long time.

She won’t wake him up to say them; not after she just scolded him for being a reckless, self-sacrificing moron. She tamps them down, stemming her overflowing affection by lacing her fingers together with his; turning his hand up so his knuckles are facing her. His knuckles littered with small scars that he gathered in a short time, because he had to learn how to fight suddenly and quickly. Fight to survive; fight to save people.

Fight to protect her.

Momo brushes her lips over Okarun’s hand; the dark lending her courage, she murmurs into the warmth of his skin.

“Don’t get hurt for me, okay?”

She thinks, as she begins to drift off, that maybe she’ll greet him in the morning with those three words she’s been holding onto.

Imagining his reaction makes her smile.

#Dandadan #Momo Ayase #Ken Takakura #Okarun #MomOkarun #fanfic

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bunnyywritings · 7 months ago

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got my period this morning and it hurts so much, my entire body is like shaking because of these stupid cramps so i wrote up some period comfort with my favorite gentle giant mezo shoji

no warnings really, this is like college!au UA so… yeah, could be read as afab!reader, (y/n) used once?, shoji calls reader: honey, sweetheart, lovely, my love, i also think i mention the term “lady problems” and didn’t notice until now, that’s my bad, this is for ANYBODY who experiences a menstrual cycle

mezo shoji x afab!reader

Waking up to a blaring alarm was never pleasant, it was even less ideal when you body was throbbing in pain. As you shut it off and buried your face in your pillow, a suspicious slick feeling between your thighs made your stomach churn.

Reaching below the covers and feeling the damp fabric of your shorts was the final nail in the coffin. “Dammit…” you whined, slowly hauling yourself out of bed.

Luckily your sheets had been spared but you couldn’t say the same about your underwear.

So, you trudged to your drawer and picked out what you had dubbed your “period undies”, a comfortable pair that wouldn’t squeeze at your bloated tummy and covered in various stains that you had never successfully gotten rid of, a pair of comfortable sweats, and a baggy pullover you had stolen from Shoji.

On your way to the shared bathrooms, you texted Momo to ask her if she had any pads she could bring you, relieved when she promptly responded she’d bring you one asap.

So as you used the bathroom and cleaned yourself off, you wrapped your towel around your waist and met her outside the shower area.

“You are a lifesaver Mo…” You grinned, sheepishly taking the pad from her fingers.

“Oh don’t worry about it.” She scoffed a laugh. “Would you like me to make you some tea for after your shower?”

Your eyes watered, lips pulling down in a soft pout. “Yes please…”

“Okay.” She smiled, squeezing your hand before giving you your privacy.

After showering and changing, you finally made it back to your room and lo and behold, there was a mug of hot tea sitting on your desk and two midol capsules beside it.

You could cry.

Instead, you cranked the AC unit in your room, hoping Aizawa wouldn’t notice, and crawled into bed.

Scrolling through tiktok and sipping on your tea before being lulled into a nap.

Shoji was disappointed that he hadn’t seen you at breakfast but he just brushed it off as you having slept in.

But as the hours ticked by and the clock struck 12pm, he began to grow a little worried.

“Hey, Mina?”

The pinkette looked up from her switch and smiled up at Shoji. “What’s up?”

“Have you seen (Y/n), by chance?”

“Hmm no, I actually haven’t seen ‘em all morning. Sorry Shoji.”

“That’s alright, thanks.”

Just as he turned to walk back into the kitchen, he jumped at the sudden appearance before him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Momo smiled. “(Y/n) is probably still in bed. They started their period this morning.”

A few years ago, even the vaguest mentions of any “lady problems” would have sent Shoji into a flustered state but as he grew older and once he had been around more women, and you, he was a lot more educated on the things that you go through.

And at this new information, he frowned. He remembered how much pain you experience during your monthly and he grew worried. Especially since you hadn’t eaten yet.

“Got it, thanks Momo.”

So, he grabbed his keys and made a small trip.

The first stop was the vietnamese restaurant down the block, picking up some beef brisket pho and to the convenience store to stock up on few snacks he knew you craved during this time.

Once he returned to the dorm, he plated up your food and an iced barley tea and stacked it on top of a tray, heating up a hot water bottle and carrying it up to your room.

When he was met with silence when he knocked, he gently pushed the door open and there you were, curled up underneath your duvet, arms surely hugging your abdomen.

Lips turned downward and eyebrows pinched, he placed the tray down onto your desk and softly shook you from your sleep.

“Hmm?” Your sleepy grumbling was adorable, eyes squinting underneath the sudden light in your room. “Sho?”

“Yeah, honey…how’re you feeling?”He brushed your hair away from your face, hand falling down to cup your cheek.

“M’okay…cramps are really bad this time…”

“Mmm I’m sorry.” He cooed, loving how you leaned into the warmth of his hand.

“S’okay, not your fault.” You smiled, easing his worries, that’s when you turned your nose up and sniffed at the sudden aroma in the air. “Is that-“

“Pho? Yeah, I picked some up for you just now. Was worried that you hadn’t eaten anything.” His heart dropped when you looked up at him with teary eyes, worried he did something wrong.

“Sho…” Your bottom lip wobbled. “You went through all that trouble, for me?”

“Wasn’t any trouble at all, sweetheart. Anything for you.”

His tone was so reverent, you had no doubt he meant it. And it was true.

You could ask for the world on a silver platter and he’d move heaven and earth to do it for you.

“T-Thank…Thank you.” The tears poured over, spilling down your flushed cheeks.

“My love…”

“I’m sorry…don’t know why I’m crying.” You sat up, burying your face in your hands.

“Don’t apologize, lovely. I understand. Now, why don’t you scoot up a bit. I’ll sit behind you and you can eat something. Hmm?”

Content in doing so, you scooted up and let him settle behind you. His arms wrapping around your midsection, big hands holding the water bottle just below your lower stomach, loving the way you melted into him as you ate your late breakfast.

He loves to sit behind you when you were on your period so his body heat would ease the ache in your lower back.

Hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could watch you eat. You hated it but he loved seeing you eat.

There wasn’t really a specific reason. Maybe he just enjoyed seeing you be taken care of…regardless, he loved it.

He loved you.

Once you finished your fill, he placed the tray down on the floor by your bedside and laid down with you.

Knowing you loved being little spoon.

His hands had replaced the water bottle once it had cooled down, his finger tips kneading at your flesh, chuckling softly when you preened and basically purred like a little kitty cat.

“Let’s take a nap, hmm?” He muttered, littering kisses to the back of your neck.

“Sounds good to me…” You slurred, halfway under the spell of slumber.

And later on that evening, when you had bled through your sweats and onto the bedsheets, and his shorts, he quieted your embarrassed cries, shushing you with a tender kiss. He warmed up your towel and shooed you back to the showers, stripping your bed of its sheets and shedding his own shorts, opting to change into some sweats.

He simply put the soiled objects into the washing machine, on a cold cycle, and once your shower was finished, he scooped you up and brought you to his room. Giving you another one of his hoodies and pulling you into his bed.

Reassuring you that he wasn’t at all grossed out and you shouldn’t be embarrassed. There are some things you can’t control, and this was one of them.

Sheets could be washed or replaced, same with his clothing.

But you? You were the most precious thing on earth to him. Nothing could take that away.

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irisintheafterglow · 1 year ago

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I Think He Knows (pro!kirishima x you)

summary: he's not into party games, so what do you do for seven minutes when you're locked in the closet with your high school crush?

wc: 2.9k

cw/tags: aged up characters!!, friends to lovers, mutual pining, swearing (lots of it), truth or dare, slightly suggestive toward the end but nothing descriptive, first kiss, alcohol and drinking, just pro heroes being idiots

note: prompt is once again from @creativepromptsforwriting because i wanted to write a silly party confession fic ! hope you enjoy, i did NOT mean for this to become this long lmao. he's literally so boyfriend why can't he be real

likes/reblogs/feedback is always appreciated <3

“I want him so bad I’m gonna pass out,” she confesses, throwing herself onto your body and sighing longingly. “Do you think he thinks of me often?”

“Now I really feel like we’re in high school again, ‘chaco. I think you should talk to him about your love life instead of me. Maybe he’ll get the hint, that way.”

“Hypocrite.” She scowls at you over the rim of her plastic cup, downing another serving of punch with questionable amounts of alcohol. “I had to hear about your infatuation all the time.”

You stick your tongue out defiantly. “It wasn’t an infatuation. It was just a crush, that’s all.”

“Yeah, a crush that lasted three whole years,” she hiccups, crossing her legs next to you on the couch and leaning her head on your shoulder. “Do you think about him often? Remember, no lies.” Your eyes immediately gravitate to who she’s talking about, supervising some drinking game at the wet bar that has Kaminari’s eyes watering and Shoto’s face bright red. Deku tries in vain to stop Bakugo from downing shot after shot, ultimately accepting a mystery concoction handed to him by Sero. He immediately spits it out all over Bakugo and both of them are so intoxicated they can’t aim hits at each other correctly. You laugh under your breath and quickly dart your eyes away when Kirishima looks over his shoulder in your direction. Ochaco nods knowingly, giving your thigh a squeeze that startles you. “Oh, you definitely do.”

Before you can respond, Mina throws the front door of Sero’s house open followed closely by Jiro and Momo. Overflowing grocery bags of junk food line her arms and she kicks the door shut behind her as her hands are both holding a bottle of soju each. Cheers echo through the house at her arrival and she bows dramatically.

“Looks like the party’s finally here,” Ochaco winks at you before joining Tsu to help Mina unload the groceries. You shake your head as your chest feels the familiar lightness that always came when your entire class was happy and having fun. It was Mina’s idea to have a reunion party, after all, and you knew everyone was looking forward to it. It was scheduled months ago because everyone’s calendars needed to line up and from the looks of it, all of you needed the break. With the press kept back by several thousands of volts of electricity running through the perimeter gate of Sero’s house, you and your friends could finally relax.

Or, so you thought.

“Okay, party people! Now that we’re all slightly fucked up, it’s time for some games! First game is 7 Minutes in Heaven!”

“As if this hasn’t been 45 minutes of Hell already,” Shinso deadpans from a neighboring armchair, but even you could tell he was enjoying himself by the slight quirk in the corner of his mouth.

Mina sends a joking glare at him, chucking a balled-up napkin at him. “Get in the fucking circle, Hitoshi.”

You slide down from the couch onto the floor and feel a muscular bicep press against your arm. “You mind if I sit here?” When you turn to that all-too-familiar voice, you’re blinded by a bright shark-toothed grin and glittering crimson eyes. You smile and nod in assent, eyes widening when you look away to stop your heart from racing. You catch Ochaco’s gaze and she smirks mischievously, to which you loudly suggest the seat next to her when Deku is trying to find a spot in the circle. You wink at her and crack open another can of some fruity mixed drink.

“So!” Mina begins as Jiro positions an empty glass bottle on the coffee table in the middle of the circle. “Do we all know the rules of 7 Minutes in Heaven–”

“Why the fuck are we using a bottle?” Bakugo’s rough voice cuts through the polite silence and Mina rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that a different fucking game?”

“It’s only there to ensure no bias in the participants of the game, Bakugo,” Shoto boredly drawls. His face is blank when his eyes meet Bakugo’s. “If we wanted, we could spin your dense head–”

“You wanna go, Ice Pack?”

“Let’s allow Mina to finish speaking!” Ever the diplomat, Momo shakes her head impatiently while she effectively halts the two Pros’ piss match. You feel Kirishima’s sigh of relief that he didn’t have to restrain anyone and bite your lip to suppress a chuckle.

“As I was saying,” she continues as she delicately dances around the circle. “The bottle will be spun two times. If it lands between two people on the first go-around, those people have to go in. But normally, whoever the bottle points at gets locked in the closet with the other person who’s pointed at for seven minutes. What you two do for those seven minutes…” A suggestive glint flashes across Mina’s dark eyes and she shrugs carefreely. “That’s none of our business.”

An awkward silence settles over the group as Mina continues to stand but seems to be expecting someone else to speak. She clears her throat and Denki suddenly perks up with something to say. “Wait, is this when I do the thing?” Your eyebrows dip in confusion, as do most of your other classmates except for Mina and Sero.

“Yes, Denki. This is when you do the thing, so go get it.” Sero pinches the bridge of his nose as Denki shoots upward, running down the hallway to grab something from the storage closet. When he returns, he triumphantly holds a cardboard box labeled “HEART RATE MONITOR x2.”

Deku groans, covering his face as Mina beams. “Oh, no…”

“Oh, yes.”

“Did you steal that from some fuckin’ pharmacy?” Bakugo and Shoto both appear horrified.

“What? No! I got it from my neighbor’s garage sale.”

“That’s even worse!”

Sounds of protest erupt from your classmates and you can’t help giggling at their reluctance to have their heart rate tracked. From your time in high school and into your professional career, you knew you never got picked during these games. You were resting easy knowing you never had to kiss one of your friends because of some stupid bottle. Especially with the positioning of Kirishima right next to you, the odds of you two needing to go into the closet together were slim to none. Tonight, you knew, would be no different than the past as you vaguely listened to Denki explain the use of the heart rate monitor.

“Basically, we’re gonna call out if you’re making the other person’s pulse jump. It’s like that one part of that couples show we caught Iida watching during our second year,” Mina summarizes and Iida’s stoic voice pipes up in defense of his “research” on how best to acquire a lover while the circle snickers at the memory. Tokoyami’s hand reaches up to pat his shoulder sympathetically.

“Alright, spin the fuckin’ bottle already! I’m literally aging over here.” Kirishima snorts next to you, hiding a choked laugh with a cough into his sleeve and you jokingly pat his back in concern. You’re too preoccupied with looking at him to notice the gasps and noises of shock as the bottle finishes its rotation around the circle. Confused at the excited expressions of your friends, you look down to see who the bottle pointed at.

It was between you and Kirishima.

You had to play 7 Minutes in Heaven with the boy you had a crush on for the entirety of high school.

Your mind blacked out, face feeling like it was on fire as you both were hooked up to one heart monitor each. You didn’t dare glance at Kirishima because, for all you knew, he was irritated about being picked for these types of games since it wasn’t manly. Ochaco waggled her eyebrows at you and you felt slightly nauseous as she hooked up the machine to your pulse, guiding the wires under the door. “We’ll see you in seven minutes,” Mina crooned. “Have fun!”

The door locked and you were in complete darkness with him. It was suffocatingly quiet, so silent that breathing felt like a trumpeting elephant. Hushed whispers come from the other side of the door as your classmates analyze your pulse.

Jesus, his heart is racing. Like, dangerously fast!

So is theirs. Doesn’t sound like they’re doing anything in there, though.

You think he’ll actually make a move tonight?

Dude, shut the fuck up. They can probably hear us through the door.

You swallow and wince when the noise is audible in the isolated quiet of the closet.

“So, uh–”

“I, um–”

You both start to speak and cut off just as abruptly, apologizing profusely and insisting the other go first. He takes a deep breath before he speaks again.

“Look, honestly, I’m not really…into these types of games,” he starts, breath ragged but you couldn’t imagine why. “I don’t really know how to explain it, I just…”

“I know. It’s okay. Not manly to make out or do God knows what with someone you’re not dating, right?” Your laugh is shaky and you mentally kick yourself for feeling so jittery.

“Yeah,” he exhales, relieved that you’re not going to expect him to do something he was uncomfortable with. You know damn well he would never make you do something you were uncomfortable with. It’s quiet again for a few moments before he clears his throat and continues. “But… I feel bad just making you sit here in awkward silence so…do you wanna play truth or dare instead?”

Oh, shit, their heart rate finally spiked!

Why’s it say that his breathing is super shallow?

You’re reading something wrong because that’s definitely not what this measures.

“Sure.” You hear him shift around in his seat on the floor and you lean against the wall, pulling your legs close. “Wanna go first?”

“Yeah. Alright, uh…well, truth or dare?”

You choose the safe option, always. “Truth.” You had no idea what he would possibly ask you, but you knew it was probably going to be harmless.

“What’s your type?” Your blood runs cold in your veins and you pray that your heartbeat isn’t as loud in reality as it is in your ears. He must mistake your silence for confusion. “Like…in a guy.”

“Um…” Your voice trails off, mind running at a million miles an hour to bury your secret. “Someone nice, I guess.” He hums in acknowledgement, waiting for you to explain further. “I’d like him to be supportive of me and my career. Good with my friends, that’s a given. Uh…yeah. Just not a scumbag.” You laugh to relieve some of the tension in your chest and feel a little lighter when you hear him chuckle too. “I don’t really care about body type or looks; I just want him to be a good person who will treat me right. In my dreams, I’d like him to treat me like I’m royalty, adore me and whatever. That’s hard to come by these days, though.”

Fuck, his pulse is racing!

What could they be doing in there so quietly that’s making him so nervous?

Shall we alert medical personnel?

No, Iida. You can see their hearts are still beating right here.

“Alright, well. I hope you find the man of your dreams then. He sounds great.” In the darkness, you could have sworn he sounded almost…disappointed? “Okay, your turn. Ask me.”

“Hmm, okay. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

The question slips out before you can stop it. You blame the liquid courage and the mystery drink Ochaco made for you. “What’s your type?”

Wow, that’s a huge spike for him.

It looks like their heart rate has leveled out; does that mean they’re not nervous anymore?

Maybe, or maybe they’re used to the energy now. He’s still a stuttering mess in there, I bet.

“Uh, someone familiar, if that makes sense. Like, you know, hero stuff can get really exhausting. I think my type is just someone who I can come home to and who’ll love me even through the good and the bad. Someone to help me fight battles, physical and mental, you know?” You nod and realize he can’t see it, so you settle for humming in agreement. Your brain feels fuzzy and it takes a considerable amount of effort to focus on the smooth tone of his voice.

“Do you remember the first battle we fought together?”

“Of course I do.” You can hear the fond smile in his voice. “I volunteered to partner with you because I thought you were cool.”

“You didn’t know anything about me yet.”

“Didn’t matter. It just felt right to be with you.”

Huge spike for both of them!

Seems like he’s having a whole rollercoaster of emotions in there.

Your heart stops again and you wish there was light so you could read his expression, whether he meant it platonically or something more. “Okay, my turn. Would you ever date anyone outside? Like from our friend group?”

He’s silent for a long time and you worry he didn’t hear you correctly before he gives a definitive, “No.” Impulse takes hold of your mind.

“Why not?”

“I’m just not interested in any of them.”

“But you are interested in someone?” The second question falls from your lips naturally and you don’t expect him to answer it considering that it wasn’t part of the game.

His pulse is slowly increasing again. He must be getting nervous.

“Yeah, I am.” Your heart drops into your stomach. Of course he was interested in someone, and they were probably interested back, but the likelihood of it being you was in your wildest dreams.

“Hmm, okay. Your turn.”

“Are you interested in anyone in our friend group?”

Your voice chokes in your throat. “Y-Yeah.” Sweat beads on your burning face and for the first time, you’re grateful for the lack of light so he can’t see how much you’re panicking.

“Are they outside right now?”

“It’s my turn to ask, Kiri.”

“You got an extra one on me, if you think I didn’t notice.” His voice is dangerously low, more serious than you’ve heard him in a long time. “So. Is the person you’re interested in outside right now?”

Both their pulses are racing again.

They must be talking about something because this doesn’t happen if you’re just kissing the entire time.

Oh, because you have lots of experience kissing and getting people’s heart rates up?

Ask your mom about my experience with kissing–

You asshole–

Shut the hell up! I’m trying to eavesdrop!

You steady your resolve, inhaling and exhaling deeply before answering the expectant darkness. “No, they’re not out there right now.” You can hear the confusion cross his face as he calculates who in your friend group was absent.

“Who are you–”

“He’s in here with me.” The smallest oh escapes his lips and you pray for the time to go faster, body burning in shame. “Sorry, this is a really weird way of telling you, but…”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your brain short-circuits.

“Huh?” You question dumbly.

“I wanna kiss you. Please.”

“You don’t have to, Kiri, really. You don’t have to play the rules of the game if–”

“This isn’t about the game anymore. I wanna kiss you, game or no game.”

“Why?”

“Because I like you.” He huffs and you hear him run a hand through his hair in the darkness. He only did that when he was nervous. You were making him nervous. “You’re the only one I’m interested in, the only one I’ve been interested in since high school.”

What the fuck?

Denki, your fucking machine broke!

We lost their pulses!

Did those idiots break the heart rate monitor?

I think you broke the heart monitor, stupid.

You’re speechless and, tired of words, you crawl toward his voice in the darkness. It seems that he had the same idea as he receives you eagerly. His calloused hands pull you into his lap until you’re on top of him, fiddling with the hair at the back of his neck. His breath is hot on your neck as you wait there for something to happen and you sigh into his mouth when it finally finds yours. The first kiss is gentle and sweet, careful not to scare you away. But after you catch your breath and pull him closer by his jacket collar, his fingers firmly press into your hips, running over the eaves of your body. Your breath comes short and fast and you needily pull him closer as he confidently meets your wordless demands. He pulls away for a moment, pressing a light kiss to your cheek.

“Kiri…”

“Eijiro.”

“Eiji, please.”

“Hold on. It’s been seven minutes. And, for the record, I want to date you.”

You’re barely able to supply your agreement before a loud banging on the closet door startles you.

Alright, lovebirds, that’s time! Opening up the door in three…two…what?

Before they can open the door, you catch the telltale sound of Eijiro hardening his arm and a spark of light as he slams his fist down on the door handle, locking you in but also locking everyone else out.

Oh, shit! He actually did it!

This was his entire fucking plan?

You better pay for my door when you inevitably break it open!

Let them be; it’s been a long time coming.

“Now, where were we?” You laugh in disbelief at the smug grin in his voice as he gently bites the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet, hands roaming increasingly lower on your body.

“Eijiro, they’re gonna get anxious that we died or something,” you make to leave his lap and open the door, but his arms catch you before you stand.

“I’ve waited years for you. They can wait a few more minutes.”

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luffythinker · 1 year ago

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Another rarepair cause i love your reactions - That one friendly anon back at it again

AoyamaBakugo -> can we call their ship name Comet or burning star? thats so adorable.

EDIT after i finished writing this: i didn't mean to drop a whole ass fanfiction on you but i feel like you'll dig this i am bad at writing i can just do tellings of whats going on it isn't really a fic but ya know

Anyway Bakugo is always so nosy and in everyone's business Bakugo is also very smart so im sure if he paid attention to him long enough he would figure out that he was the traitor but lets rewind a little bit DO WE AS A COLLECTED PEOPLE REMEMEBER WHEN AOYAMA TRIED TO SAVE BAKUGO BY SHOOTING HIS LASER?? Bakugo damn sure remembers he remembers everything everyone did to save him and regrets acting like an ass for it telling Todoroki he didnt want his help and all that when they live in the dorms he goes around doing things for all the students that helped try to save him he does something for them cause its gonna burn a hole in his heart if he doesnt repay them

He already paid for Kirishima's goggles what else, made the whole class happy by making Kaminari make them laugh so it wouldn't be so bad but what can he do personally for those who helped?

For Momo he watched her habits until he found out what she likes cause he knows 0 anything about her except shes always got a ponytail, he goes out of his way to track down that expensive tea she so very enjoys the gold tips imperial (was about to call it gold nips lol)

For Deku he's already doing it hes nicer to him being nice to Deku is the greatest gift he can give him after they have their fight and everything

For Iida he ask Momo was the class prez has to do this week and does all of Iida's class prez work for the entire week (i dont know what a class prez does but whatever he does Bakugo does a weeks worth of his work)

For Todoroki he takes him hiking with him he just invites him and they have a good time Todoroki is very confused but glad he was able to see the sights

Lastly Aoyama, Bakugo knows nothing about this classmate of his, he honestly forgot he existed he doesn't know anything about Aoyama so he watches him like he did for Momo but this fucker is observant as hell and he's watching him watching Bakugo and it's scary as fuck lol

"What can i do for you mon ami?" He always catches him in his stare.

Bakugo getting shocked and startled "JESUS, i mean uh.. nothing sparkles."

"Then why are you staring so much? do i have something on my face?"

They have this conversation a lot at the end of class.

its been days into this

"You sure do stare at me a lot Kacchan"

"Dont fucking call me that twinkle toes"

Aoyama slightly turning his head. "But Midoriya calls you that all the time"

"It's Deku exclusive, and i hate being called that" He does not but he doesn't want anyone else to call him that and Aoyama gets it and just drops it

its been a whole 2 weeks

"We sure have been spending a lot of time together Bakugo."

Their conversations are very short and usually at the end of class but its a lot to Aoyama he feels like he's got a friend so he goes out of his way to talk to Bakugo more sometimes during the day or evening at the dorms.

"What are you cooking?" He wants to be of some help. "You certainly love to bless us with your beautiful cooking a lot."

"Because if i don't cook everyone going to eat take out every god damn day."

"I actually have to cook my own food," Aoyama instructs. "My palette needs to be a certain way because moi cannot eat everything everyone else eats."

"Shit, why didn't you tell me?"

This is a big thing for Bakugo he might be himself but hes not gonna willing cause stomach problems for somebody thats diabolical. They end up cooking together alot he tells Bakugo what is easy on his stomach and what he can actually stomach because of his sensitive tummy

Bakugo catches Kaminari or somebody trying to get Aoyama to try something he knows will upset his stomach and Aoyama being kind is going to try it but Bakugo stops him grabbing his wrist

"If something makes your lower intestine fucking explode why eat it?" Bakugo drops his arm. "Twinkles can't eat that he'll be in the bathroom all day if you give him that"

"Sorry dude didn't know you should have said something"

Bakugo keeps looking after him cause Aoyama like Deku fails to take care of himself properly

I also seem to remember that he did pretty bad on his test so he also might need help studying Bakugo is so on it helping him with subjects he doesn't quite understand

We are all in agreement that he is french so language classes aren't something Aoyama is very good at, Bakugo is very bilingual smart boi so he can help him with that.

"This is nothing for you twinkles" he encourages

Twinkles, Sparkles,Glitter these names he calls Aoyama start becoming very endearing.

"You have so many nicknames for me why don't i give you one if thats ok?"

Bakugo stares at him after hours in the classroom helping him with anything hes lacking with sitting at one desk both chairs so close their legs are touching. "Like an insult?"

"Heavens no! I mean like a nickname like you do for me."

"Shoot your shot i guess"

"Well, you are very loud but nothing's wrong with that dearie, since im twinkles like stars you are fire like a firework so im going to call you Dynamite darling"

This is yet another reason Bakugo named himself Dynamite.

This is like the part where your thinking Bakugo is like the alpha male of this relationship but i assure you i mean for them to be on equal grounds but more so Bakugo is so bottom in this relationship idk why i just love seeing dynamics where Bakugo isn't the boss if that makes since?

Aoyama isn't the first to make a move cause one day in training Bakugo saves him from some debris he wasn't fast enough to move so Bakugo had to "Haul his sorry ass" -> Save him it made Aoyama feel very protected the way Bakugo just swooped him off his feet.

"T-thank you so much darling"

"Whatever, be more fucking careful" sitting him down while their classmates look on with expressions that say "Yo, they spend a lot of time together are they ya know, DATING" and by classmates i mean the bakusqaud start teasing him for playing favorites with Aoyama.

Aoyama feels like he's always in the way so he does something it really isn't a lot but he cleans up and cooks and it just so happens Bakugo was really tired that day. Bakugo doesn't really notice it until Aoyama shows up in his room to tell him what he did,

"Glad to have a break?" Aoyama comes into his room. Bakugo is confused. "You did not notice all of your usual chores were done no?"

"I did, thought it was weird."

"I did them, i wanted to give you a break."

Its a unspoken thank you in Bakugo's eyes. when he says "You didn't have to do that but its whatever twinkles."

"You are very welcome, you look very tired so im going to let you get your beauty sleep, i hope you have beautiful dreams."

It's been so so long since they became friends Aoyama feels daring and puts his hand over Bakugo's one day nobody pays it any attention like when they all got together for the hot pot party thing, Bakugo doesn't move his hand or anything he just lets it be.

They dont talk about this for a long time. So Aoyama just starts fucking holding his hand sometimes and this becomes the norm for them.

"Why do you and Aoyama hold hands sometimes?" Kirishima asks because hes just curious.

"We dont fucking hold hands what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Yeah you do, you defiantly do. I've seen you hold hands like 6 or 7 times now, whats going on there bro?"

"Nothing mind your own business shitty hair"

It is now brought to Bakugo's attention he has allowed himself to become to comfortable so he tries to catch himself in these acts causing Aoyama to feel like Bakugo is resenting him.

Aoyama reachs for Bakugo's hand and Bakugo pulls away. "oh.." Aoyama minds himself and leaves it alone. Bakugo is being cold for no reason to Aoyama and it scares him that he thinks Bakugo found out he's the traitor and thats why he's doing this cause he's trying to dissociate, this scares Aoyama cause he thought they were so close and building something he's afraid so he starts to avoid Bakugo as well

Bakugo notices he's avoiding him, he didn't want this he just wanted his friends to stop calling him out on soft shit so he goes to try and confront him but somehow he's always busy.

One day Bakugo catches him in the bathroom with his face care routine you know as one does he grabs his arm "Don't fucking tell me your busy, you can talk and do that shit."

"Oh.. hello Bakugo."

The neglect of his darling burns Bakugo he misses it hasn't heard it in a while.

"please let go of me it's brutish to grab people like this."

"Bull, what is happening?"

Aoyama's mouth hangs open slightly trying to come up with something to say but his words are lost. "I don't know."

"Why are you avoiding me?"

"Your avoiding me first!"

Bakugo realizes hes taking this as him changing one thing as disliking him. "Are you mad i wont hold your stupid hand anymore? is that what this is about?"

"Clearly you know something and i can tell you dont wanna be seen with me."

Bakugo goes to grab his arm again but thats not nice so he just positions himself in front of Aoyama both hands on either side of the bathroom sink Aoyama in the middle. "I'm not like that, i just didn't think thats what this was...." Bakugo looks around in thought before looking back at Aoyama. "You like me?"

This is far from what Aoyama thought was going on he's frizzled pink just as Bakugo is, both a blushing mess now that their feelings are in the air.

"D-do you like me?"

Bakugo can't answer him he opts for backing up and giving the other blonde some well deserved space cause he needed it too, he needed to think.

"Do i like you?" He's more asking himself this question. "Oh my god i think i do."

It didn't even start out this way he just wanted to know what he liked so he could get him a present or some shit how did he end up having feelings?

"Fuck i do like you, FUCK."

Aoyama just chuckles covering his mouth. "Darling you have quite the mouth on you when you're embarrassed dont you?" It's the first time in awhile he's heard that laugh. Aoyama comes closer backing Bakugo up into the wall of the bathroom stall until his back its the door. He looks into those purple eyes a hand caresses his face like he's never felt before there is a fucking boy about to fucking kiss him and hes a deer in the headlights he can't do anything except breath which he can barely do that.

"A-are.. are you.. fuck, are we allowed to do that?"

"Are we allowed?" Aoyama laughs. "Of course, somebody said you weren't?" Aoyama suddenly backs off a little. "Oh, are you not like that? sorry, was this over steping?"

Hes gone and Bakugo wants him back that close again, Aoyama gives him his space. "Excuse me for rushing things like that."

All Bakugo can think is how is he going to get out of here and how he really wanted him to kiss him.

"You...Don't apologize twinkles. I gotta get ready." He barges out of the bathroom and Aoyama watches.

It's been a couple days and Bakugo is thinking about that time like it's yesterday, he can't get Aoyama out of his mind. he keeps wondering what would have happen if they did kiss.

"Bakugo can we talk?" Aoyama approaches. "I don't know where we stand you haven't really been avoiding me but i think there are somethings we need to talk about."

Bakugo is bad at talking about his feelings so he always finds a way to do just that, hes not avoiding him he just doesn't know how to go about talking about this so he always finds something to get himself into so he doesn't have to talk to Aoyama about that.

It's the end of the month, Bakugo is sitting on the roof of his dorm, Aoyama is good at climbing onto balconies so he gets up there with him. "I bought gifts so please don't push me away or leave,"

"There really is no getting out of this for me?"

"Darling we have baggage, we need to talk."

Bakugo offers to help him up the rest of the way he's got blankets and capri suns. Offerings. "Shoot your shot." Bakugo says drinking his capri sun.

"What are we?"

"Humans."

"Very funny, i mean what is our relationship status mon cheri"

"I don't know, i was hoping we could go back to whatever the fuck we started as when i first started talking to you, that was easy."

"Oui, i agree. Lovers of the past life."

"Thats a strong word."

"Lovers?"

Bakugo nods. "Even stronger words exist that are stronger then that."

"Do you want to be strong words together?" Aoyama's hand places over Bakugo's he's ready for him to pull away but he doesn't. Bakugo looks over at him legs pulled into his chest.

"I... i'm unstable right now i don't know if i can be strong words with you right now."

"Do you feel strong words about me?"

Bakugo holds his hand tighter. "I feel a lot of strong words about you." Bakugo doesn't know if hes able to come through with all the things he has inside, everything he feels. "I don't know if im ready."

"Do you want me to wait for you?"

"I don't know how long you'll have to wait until i know everything."

Aoyama holds his hand back even tighter, it's sweaty. "I can wait for a long time if you can wait for me."

Bakugo has no idea what this means but he feels a lot of love from this, he leans over and lays his head on Aoyama's shoulder. He doesn't deserve him. Aoyama quietly ask him if he can kiss him Bakugo nods into him, Aoyama kisses his hair, Bakugo curls up to him, he kisses him more in different places like his cheek his eyebrow everywhere that isn't his mouth cause he isn't ready.

"We don't have to commit to anything but i would like to." Bakugo says between kisses and snuggles. "Give me a reason to want to be ready."

This is his way of saying kiss me on the mouth and Aoyama does. Bakugo balls his hands in Aoyama's shirt, it gets messed up cause his hands are sweaty but neither of them care.

THE KIDS ARE KISSING UNDER THE FUCKING MOONLIGHT ON THE ROOF IT DOESNT GET ANY BETTER i hope i made you scream of joy with this long ass fanfiction im on that Bakugo perspective sorry for cussing so much

Glad to hear from you again anon, hope you're doing good <3 Let's call them Comet cause I think it's cute and fits them so well!!

[so i tried to eact as i was reading so here goes random sentences that may or may not make sense!!]

yes, we do remember that!!!! Bakugo is so funny to me, he really thinks nobody can do anything for him out of kindness or goodwill, he NEEDS to pay them back somehow just to make sure they're evenkldflkfd

especially with the whole traitor thing, i think Aoyama is cautious to not let anybody discover anything from him, so I wonder if he felt nervous once Bakugo started paying attention to him

[pause to scream about "kacchan" being Deku exclusive, my poor bkdk heart can't take it]

THEM BEING COOKING PARTNERS :(( I assume Aoyama can't eat a lot of spices and things like that, so I imagine Bakugo going out of his way to make different food just for him :>

"Bakugo keeps looking after him cause Aoyama like Deku fails to take care of himself properly" YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME IM VERY WEAK HEARTED OKAY

twinkles is actually such a cute nickname, especially for a twinky boy [everybody laughs at my lame joke pls]

BAKUGO NOT GETTING THE CONCEPT OF A NICKNAMEKJJKDFK "like an insult??" MY POOR ANTI-SOCIAL BABY

I don't mind bottom Bakugo at all, I actually love it! I love that he has a strong personality and still isn't the more dominant one hihihi

Not Aoyoma doing acts of service to thank Bakugo, that's so sweet actually :(

ohhhhhh the hand-holding?? I guess it could come naturally to them, just like bit by bit, but with confrontation about it he would pull back a little (he's just very gay and confused okay)

NO IMAGINE HOW SAD HE FELT SEEING HIS FRIEND PULLING AWAY LIKE THAT, and with the traitor thing going on in the side… oh lord

I'M GONNA CRY PLEASE DONT FIGHT

"I'm not like that" oh for heaven's sake

"i think i do" KHFDJKLDFLJDF WHY ARE GAY PEOPLE LIKE THIS

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ARE THEY GONNA KISS

NO COME BACK FUCK FUCK FUCK LJSDLJSDKLSDLKMDSLKNSDLKSD I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS

NOT AOYAMA HITTING HERE WITH THE WHAT ARE WE QUESTIONDSODSJ

not them using "strong words" instead of properly conveying their feelingshsdisdo gay people are such a headache

I won't judge them for waiting, but also i know it can hurt so much

KISSING EVERYWHERE BUT ON HIS MOUTH OH IM GONNA COLLAPSE

OH FUCK THEY ARE KISSING THEY AREUHSDJKCVLJXDKPO

OH MY GOD I GOT SOKJSDKLSDLK MANY FEEELINGJSDKDFKO

omg i just… have no words, i loved this??? this was really brilliant, I hope other people here enjoy it just as much as I did! it was such a fun angsty read

I like that Bakugo was honest with his feelings, about how he needed more time to sort things out because yeah it can be really complicated :( i'm wishing the best for these two

#bakugo x aoyama #bakuyama #we're debuting a new ship name #drum rolls pls #comet #bnha #bnha rare pair #bakugo katsuki #aoyama yuuga #rei replies

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adhesive-king · 10 months ago

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"I- okay." He huffs in amusement and patiently waits for him to come back, he does quirk a thin brow at her pause but chalks it up to Ibara being Ibara like usual. There's always some machinations beyond his understanding going on behind those eyes. The waves of bad energy are almost palpable when she wanders back over and Hanta almost feels bad for...he's not sure exactly but he feels a little bad about whatever it was.

When his hand reaches out, Hanta takes a deep breath, squinting his eyes half shut; both tensing up and trying very hard to watch everything happening anticipating the brush coming soon after. The exclamation, though, manages to startle him out of his hypervigilant stupor and punches a sheepish chuckle out of him. Ultra sake, what was he so worried about? This goober probably couldn't even hurt a fly on accident (on purpose is a different story.)

"Thanks. It's probably gotta do something with my like conditioner. You should totally feel Momo's hair though, girl's feels like legit like silk. Makes me a little jealous." Slightly leaning further into Ibara's space, tilting his head forward just a bit.

"There's no need to move! I will get it." She hops up quickly; and almost just as quickly feels guilt for the enthusiasm... Was he taking pleasure in a friend's suffering? Was this only encouraging Sero to continue neglecting his health? Did Sero think she was enjoying his suffering? His movement stalls; but the expectant eyes on her back push him to scurry over to the desk and get the brush, scrambling to stop a pencil from rolling off with her hurried movements.

Ibara's walk to back to the bed is far more cowed, almost ashamed, trying to portray the correct amount of humility to indicate she was not enjoying his suffering. The shame almost evaporates completely once she first touches Sero's hair, gently lifting the ends of a few pieces to assess the knotting.

"Your hair is so soft!"

#adhesive-king #//ibara brings a sort of “constant religious guilt” vibe to the function #and hanta is just “ :] thats my friend”

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hanayomemomo · 6 years ago

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@devilslcg | Cont.

The moment she captured his attention, her eyes widened and an audible gasp escaped her. A flush of color rushed to her cheeks, and her brows pulled together - at the loud crash of the pan in the sink, she jumped - hands raised to cover her mouth, to stifle the squeak that threatened to erupt out of her. It had not been her intent to frighten him, but simply to observe the culinary mastery that he displayed. Ensnared by more than just the aroma that was produced. The man cooked with such passion, such devotion. All with a lit cigarette, which hung from lips that were set in an expression of pure euphoria.

She took a few steps back as the window was pushed open, “I…I was just…I didn’t mean to…” Her tone was apologetic, and the abashment that showed in her face flared more intensely. “…I just wanted to see…I’ve never seen someone cook like you do.” Now that the window was open, the scent that drew here there was more prominent, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Smiling as she exhaled, and when her eyes opened they set on his face. “…whatever it is you are making, smells absolutely amazing.”

#devilslcg #askdjalkjdlja!#momo; feels bad for startling him #but; she just had to seeeee #ILY2 Beariel!!! <3

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okskz · 3 years ago

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Sushi.

mia + hongjoong

mia and hongjoong finally go out together and is left confused after.

hope you guys enjoy! please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[9th member of stray kids]

mia placed a simple white cardigan on as she let out a breath. she took a last glance at herself through the mirror she had hanging on her closet door.

the girl had gotten ready to go out with hongjoong to a sushi bar that he had invited her to go. after his confess on liking her, mia only assumed this was a date more than just hanging out with each other. and mia didn’t know how to feel about it.

but either way, she was going, because she didn’t want to feel bad about declining him, and because the girl really loved sushi and could never say no.

mia walked out her room, she was alone at the dorm, which was perfect because she didn’t want to be questioned about where she was going. especially from changbin.

she was almost to the door until she heard her name being called, making her startled.

“mia.”

the girl froze for a second until turning around only to be met with hyunjin, which was a somewhat relief for her. “hwang.”

he looked mia up and down. “where you heading off to?” he questioned. “you look very pretty.” he smiled.

“j-just out.” she could say. “and about.” she grinned.

“with who?” he asked. “one of the members? maybe on a date with changbin?” hyunjin smirked, and snorted once seeing mia’s face expression change.

mia could feel her blood run down from hyunjin’s words. “w-what?” she questioned. “why would you say that?”

hyunjin tsked. “you two have been a little more close now… again.” he said. “are you two dating again?”

“no.” mia said quickly. although, she thought about the times her and changbin have shared many kisses with each other lately and how much the two have been spending time together. but the two never agreed that they were dating again. she didn’t know exactly what they were doing, mia was confused about their situation and didn’t know what to even call it. “we’re not dating again.”

“you don’t sound so sure.”

“it’s just-“

“complicated?”

mia shut her mouth, forming a thin line. “not exactly.” things with changbin definitely weren’t complicated to say the least. even with the confusion, she enjoyed being with changbin.

“well then where are you off to?”

“do you have to know everything I do?” she chuckled.

“no.” hyunjin smiled. “but I like to be nosey when it comes to you.”

“well mr. hwang, I’ll let you know that I am going out.” mia said. “with a friend, to eat sushi.”

“elsy?” he questioned, in which mia shook her head no. “yeji?” still no. “one of the members from twice? momo? sana? chae-“

“with hongjoong.”

hyunjin’s brows began to rise as his mouth slightly dropped, beginning to smirk. “hongjoong?” he questioned. “hongjoong.” he then said. “hongjoong?” mia rolled her eyes. “yes, hongjoong. don’t be weird about it.”

“I’m not!” it’s just- is this a date?”

“no…”

“you don’t sound so sure.”

“hyunjin.” she whined. hyunjin couldn’t help but laugh. but he was right. mia wasn’t sure. “he just asked if I wanted to hang out and I agreed, but I don’t know if this is a date or something.” mia began. “because he confessed that he likes me awhile back.” she murdered the last part, tucking her head down.

but hyunjin heard the girl very clearly. “jesus, who doesn’t like you at this point.” he threw his head back. “at this point everyone’s gonna have to go through me. putting you in a box now!” hyunjin was about to march towards mia to pick her up but the girl swatted him away. “hyunjin, stop it.” she laughed. soon after she checked the time on her watch, lightly gasping. “I have to get going. see you later.” she reached for the door, looking back once more at hyunjin.

“please don’t tell anyone about this.”

hyunjin gave her a thumbs up before motioning to keep his lips zipped up.

***

“mingi mentioned how much sushi you can eat.” hongjoong said while placing food in his mouth. mia looked up after stuffing her mouth, hongjoong casually chuckling at the girl.

“mhm.” she nodded, swallowing her food. “it’s one of my favorite foods, besides tacos.” she said. “I really love tacos, and I really love sushi.”

“how many of these little plates you think you can finish?”

“hmm.” mia thought. “last time I made it up to fifteen.”

hongjoong smirked, “you should make it to twenty.” he challenged. mia lifted an eye, smirking back at him. “I am always up for a challenge. so challenge accepted.” mia said. she was on her fifth plate, so only fifteen more to go for the girl.

hongjoong lightly let out a laugh, he stared at mia for a quick second as she grabbed another plate that was revolving next to their table, admiring the girl. “you know, I’m going to madrid soon.” he mentioned.

“oh really? that’s amazing.” mia said. “I hope we can go out to more countries soon.” she pouted. “mm, like latin america too.”

“ah, you speak spanish, right?”

mia proudly nodded her head. “si, si.” (yes, yes) thanks to my father, and also my family from my dad’s side.” she said.

“did you grow up closer to your father’s side of the family?” mia shook her head no at hongjoong’s question. “no, but they did live closer to us when I lived in texas so we would see them more often than my mother’s side.”

“-and then you moved to china?”

mia nodded. “for one that hasn’t spoken to me often, you sure know a lot about me.” the girl chuckled, causing hongjoong to turn red for second. mia took notice of his face and let out a small laugh. “it’s just when you became friends with mingi, he would say a lot about you.” hongjoong said, taking a bite of his sushi.

“oh, mingi.” mia laughed.

“but uh, maybe you should teach me a few words in spanish.” hongjoong said. “you know, for when I go to madrid, I can use them.”

“oh! I’d love that!” mia exclaimed. “I’ll happily help you. anything you wanna know, I got you.” mia gave hongjoong a thumbs up.

the rest of the dinner consisted of more eating and talking between the two. they shared stories to one another, from their families to their group members. and even childhood stories. to say the least mia had the best time, and hongjoong made her laugh almost every second and the girl definitely enjoyed it.

so much, that the next few words came out naturally from her. “hongjoong, I’d love to do this again.” she confessed. “I had such a great time with you.”

hongjoong’s eyes widen just a little, he tried to hide his smile but failed when he stared down at mia. “really?” he could feel his heart racing. he also tried not to show too much excitedment, trying to play it cool for mia.

“yes.” mia grinned brightly at him. “yes, really.”

“-plus eating 20 plates of sushi wasn’t enough.” mia laughed. “wait, you couldn’t even eat past fifteen.” hongjoong said, laughing.

“then I guess fifteen is my limit.” mia said, tapping on her stomach. “because I’m definitely stuffed.”

the two shared a laugh once more as they went in for a hug. hongjoong hugged mia a little tighter towards the end before breaking apart. “and I hope maybe in the near future, I can take you on a real date?”

mia felt her stomach drop but kept her face the same, not wanting to drop her smile.

date.

there was only one person who was holding her back to saying yes to hongjoong. plus mia didn’t even know if she was ready to date someone new just yet. so, mia answered him as best as she could. “maybe.” she could say. “we’ll see how this goes.”

it was enough for hongjoong to hear as he began to smile at mia again. “good enough for me.” he said. “definitely don’t want to pressure you.” he hugged mia again before the two said their final goodbyes to each other to end their night.

mia had entered the dorms, pressing her back against the door as she smiled. her thoughts were now filled with hongjoong. she knew she had the best time and knew she wanted to see him again.

and that’s what was confusing her.

her train of thoughts soon ended when changbin came into view. “hey, you.” he smiled, going in to hug her. mia slightly froze as she slowly went to hug changbin back.

yeah, mia was definitely confused now.

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night-time-writing · 2 years ago

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Momo is Tired, Todoroki is Indifferent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44752541

Written for my friend @bakudeku-positivity

Summary: The five times Bakugo and Midoriya refuse to talk about their feelings, and the one time that Momo losses her shit. Todoroki and Momo are tired of Bakugo and Midoriya dancing around each other so they come up with a plan to get them together. It doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 7,478

Izuku was in his dorm room laying on his bed reading one of his older All Might comics. He was moving his legs in the air, happy to have some free time just for himself.

“Midoriya, we should date.” Todoroki stated as he walked into Izuku’s bedroom, startling Izuku. Izuku jumped slightly, turning toward the door and pushing himself up into a seated position.

“Wait, what?” Izuku asked, getting off his bed to fully face his friend. “What do you mean Todoroki? Aren’t you dating Yaoyorozu? Why would you want to date me? You know I like Kacchan. Did something happen between you and Yaoyorozu? Did you break up? Are you okay? Do you need my help with something?”

“No, Momo and I are fine.” Todoroki took a step back as Izuku started walking toward him, clearly distraught for Todoroki. “If we were to fake date, it could help you with Bakugo.”

Izuku stopped walking and started to mumble to himself. “Oh, I get it. If he saw that I was dating someone then he might get jealous enough to do something and we could start dating. But of course, that’s assuming that Kacchan actually likes me back. So, it wouldn’t be worth it if nothing happened. However, at least then I would know if he even likes me. But what about Yaoyorozu, to her it would look like her boyfriend just randomly started to date someone else. Unless Todoroki told her of course.” Izuku stopped for a second and looked at Todoroki. “I think it might be a good idea, but I will only do it if you and Yaoyorozu are both okay with it.”

“It’s fine. I wouldn’t have suggested it if not.”

“Thank you, Todoroki, this will be great. Since we are already friends, we don’t really have to change the way we act. Though I do suppose that we should call each other by our first names when around others. I also know how we can tell Kacchan. My mom and I are having dinner at Kacchan’s house on Saturday. I'll have to ask my mom if you can come, but I’m sure she’ll be happy for you to come, and they always make too much food anyway. What do you think about that Todoroki?”

“Sure.”

“Great, I’ll text my mom and we can work out our story while we wait,” Izuku said, grabbing Todoroki’s arm and dragging him over to the bed, grabbing an empty notebook and pencil before sitting down with Todoroki.

…

Saturday Shoto, Midoriya, and Midoriya’s mother all stood outside the Bakugo household, deserts in hand. Midoriya explained it to Shoto saying that when they had dinner at the Bakugo’s, the Bakugo’s made dinner, and the Midoriya’s made desert. Although they all ended up helping with dinner anyway.

Midoriya knocked on the door, and as he moved back the door swung open to reveal a woman who looked a lot like Bakugo. She smiled at them “I’m so glad you guys could come. Come on in and make yourself at home.” She then moved to the side to let them in.

As the four of them walked into the living Bakugo jumped up from the couch and pointed at them. “What the fuck are you doing in my house Icy Hot” he shouted at them.

“Knock it off you brat, Todoroki is our guest, Izuku invited him.” Mrs. Bakugo shouted back at Bakugo before turning back around, smiling at them. “Anyway, you boys should hang out while we finish making dinner. Later you should tell me all about how schools been Izuku.”

“Okay Auntie, come on Shoto, let’s go talk to Kacchan.” Midoriya grabbed Shoto’s hand and gently led Shoto toward the still fuming Bakugo who was yelling something about an old hag.

“The fuck is he doing here Deku. He’s not fucking family, it’s bad enough I have to deal with your shitty nerd ass.” Bakugo growled.

“Come on Kacchan don’t be like that, that’s mean. I invited Shoto because he is my boyfriend and I thought it would be nice for him to meet all the important people in my life.” Midoriya said entwining his fingers with Shoto’s and raising their clasped hands as if that explained everything.

Bakugo’s eyes widened for a second before he went back to glaring harshly at the two boys. Bakugo opened his mouth probably to start yelling at them, but was interrupted by Mrs. Bakugo’s happy shouts of congratulations. As the adults came closer to the boys to ask questions about their relationship, Shoto wondered if it was normal for people to introduce their fake boyfriends to their families.

…

Fucking Icyhot and Deku were dating. Katsuki was surprised by this news, but quickly recovered and started to glare at them. just because they were dating did not give Deku the right to invite the half and half bastard into Katsuki’s house. Katsuki opened his mouth to tell them such when his mom started shouting about how great the news was. Fucking old hag.

“Oh Izuku, that’s so great. I think it’s great that you felt like he should meet us.”

“I’m so happy for you Izuku. Why didn’t you tell me sooner? When did you two get together?” Auntie asked going up to Deku and pulling him into a hug. The shitty nerd didn’t tell his own mother?

“I wanted to tell everyone all at once, and we haven’t been dating for too long, at least officially, but we have been really close for years now,” Deku smiled as he was passed between the adults being pulled into hugs and the whole time he didn’t once let go of Icyhot’s hand.

Todoroki looked like a doll. He hasn’t said a single word since stepping into the house, and he just moved with Deku as he was pulled around. How the fuck could Deku date that thing. It had to be like dating a brick wall, he didn’t do anything, Deku could do better.

“Why aren’t you dating anyone brat?” the old hag demanded, smacking him upside the head, interrupting his thought, and the glare he was boring into the back of Deku’s head.

“Shut up you old hag! I am dating someone.” Katsuki argued, he wasn’t going to let Deku one-up him. At the announcement everyone’s attention was turned on Katsuki. He had to quickly come up with someone, someone who would go along with what he said, but also prove his superiority. If he said he was dating Yaoyorozu, maybe he would upset Icy Hot and show Deku that he was the best at everything, including being a boyfriend. “Her name is Yaoyorozu Momo.”

Deku’s eyes widened with shock. This pissed Katsuki off even more, was it so unbelievable that he could have a girlfriend like Ponytail.

“Well why didn’t you bring her then?” The old hag asked, disbelief lacing her voice.

“We haven’t been dating long, and I didn’t know you had to bring a fucking date to family dinner.”

“I want to know more about her after dinner is done, for now entertain our guests Katsuki. Congratulations again Izuku, I want to know all about Todoroki as well okay?” she said before turning and heading back to the kitchen leaving Katsuki with Deku and Icy Hot.

…

Momo and Shoto were walking to school together from the dorms. They usually left earlier than the rest of their classmates. They contemplated having Shoto walk with Midoriya to keep up the charade, but decided it was so normal for them to go to class together no one would blink an eye at it even if they were Shoto was supposed to be dating Midoriya.

“Are you fake dating Bakugo? Was that a part of the plan?” Shoto asked shortly after they were out of the dorms.

“What do you mean Shoto?” Momo asked, stopping and giving her boyfriend a confused look. The plan was to force Bakugo to confess to Midoriya by making it look like Midoriya might choose someone else if he didn’t do something about it. There was nothing in the plan about Momo fake dating Bakugo, that wouldn’t make any sense.

Before she could say any of that a hand wrapped around her wrist, yanking her to the side. “Ponytail, we need to talk.” Bakugo said, pulling her off to the side, away from Shoto. Momo gave Shoto an apologetic look gesturing for him to go on ahead, she would catch up to him later.

After they were out of ear shot from Shoto, Bakugo finally spoke up. “We are fake dating now.” He announced, giving no further information.

“What do you mean? Why?”

“Deku and Icy Hot are dating and we have to show them up. Plus, I already told them we are dating.”

“So, I have no choice in this?” he nodded. “Is this because you’re in love with Midoriya?” He glared at that. “Very well, I’ll help you.” With that Momo walked away at a brisk pace in order to catch up with Shoto.

When Momo finally caught Shoto, she resumed her normal pace and responded to his earlier question. “Yes, I am fake dating Bakugo.”

Izuku was sitting on the couch in the common area at the dorms packing up his stuff. He, Iida, and Uraraka had just finished up a studying session. Iida had already finished collecting his things and wished them both a goodnight before heading up to his dorm. Uraraka finished picking up her stuff and stood up, she then paused for a moment before turning and smiling brightly at him.

“Hey Deku, some of us from class are going to make chocolates tomorrow to give out on Valentine’s day, and I was wondering if you would like to join us. Then you could make Todoroki chocolates for your first Valentines as a couple.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that valentine’s day was coming up. I have never made chocolates before; I could probably use the help. I would love to come, when and where are we meeting up?”

“Tomorrow after class we are going to meet in the kitchen. I’m glad you are coming, see you tomorrow.” Uraraka smiled before turning around and heading to her dorm.

Izuku finished collecting his things before heading up to his dorm. He felt bad about lying to Iida and Uraraka, but he knew that if they knew the truth, it would spread through class from either overhearing it, or from someone telling their other friends. Izuku didn’t mind others knowing, but Kacchan couldn’t find out, not yet. First, he had to figure out what was going on with Todoroki and Yaoyorozu and figure out if he had a chance with Kacchan at all.

…

Momo was walking back to the dorms after class with Iida, the two of them stayed behind in order to go over some things for the class, like the fact that tomorrow was Valentine’s day so they knew none of the students wouldn’t do any work. So, they talked to Aizawa and they were able to convince him to let home room become a free period, and they were going to make it up to him by working extra hard in training for the day, and doing twice as much the next day.

As they entered the dorms, Momo broke away from Iida to head toward Ochako, who was waiting for her. Momo felt a bit bad about holding up the group for making chocolates, but they understood, and Ochako decided to wait by the door for her so they could walk to the kitchen together.

As the two girls walked into the kitchen, Momo smiled at everyone. Originally when they decided to make chocolates as a group, it was just the girls but, eventually some of the boys got invited for various reasons. There was Sato who actually knew how to make good chocolate. Kaminari wanted to make chocolates for Kyoka and hang out with his girlfriend since he finally got her to go out with him. Sero, who wanted to hang out since most of his friends were here, and Kirisima who just wanted to make chocolates for class. However, as Momo scanned the room she noticed Midoriya standing next to Kirishima and they talked. She didn’t remember him getting invited but supposed that he must have been because he was ‘dating’ Shoto. She normally liked Midoriya, however, he was the only person in class that actually knew that she was dating Shoto, which meant he would have lots of questions. She knew she couldn’t answer them, since Bakugo had never even come up with a story on how they got together, at least that she knew of.

The whole fake dating thing in general was super messy now that she was fake dating Bakugo. She hopes that they will figure it out on their own and cave into confessing, so for now she was going to go along with what they did, and avoid Midoriya as they made chocolates, and hope she wouldn’t have to intervene, because their pining was getting really hard to watch.

“Well now that everyone is here, let’s start making chocolates. I was thinking we could break up into pairs and then Sato could walk around and help out where needed. If that’s alright with you, of course.” Ochako said, smiling at Sato.

“Sure, that works, I know a lot of you don’t really know how to make chocolate, and I’m happy to help where I can.”

“Great! So, why doesn’t everyone pair up and start cooking.”

Momo saw Midoriya making his way over to her when Toru started to argue with Kaminari.

“You can’t work with Kyoka, if you work together, then you will know exactly what you're getting and that’s boring.”

“But we already know what we are getting”

“Doesn’t matter, they would be from the same batch and therefore taste the same. Plus, you wouldn’t get any work done at all, so pick other people.” Toru said, clearly putting her foot down.

“Kyoka, you can work with me, I don’t have a partner yet” Momo interjected, carefully making it so that Midoriya couldn’t pair up with her.

In the end Momo was paired with Kyoka, Mirodiya was with Ochako, Kaminari was with Sero, Kirishima was with Mina, and Tsu was with Toru.

…

Shoto didn’t realize what day it was until he walked into class that day and saw the little bags with hearts on them and ribbons keeping them closed. Shoto never had any interest in Valentine’s day and still didn’t really care, despite having a girlfriend. Though he did suppose the text from earlier made more sense now that he knew what day it was. Earlier that morning Momo had texted him about how she felt bad she wouldn’t be able to give him chocolates in class, and she would do it later in the day. He was confused as to why she wanted to give him chocolates at all when he got the text but decided to just agree to her plan nonetheless.

Shoto was brought out of his thoughts by Midoriya, who was now standing in front of him, heart bag in hand. “Happy Valentine’s Day Shoto” he said smiling as he held out the bag for Shoto to take.

Shoto grabbed the chocolates and set them on his desk. “Thank you Izuku. Sorry that I didn’t also get you some chocolate, but I didn’t realize what today was”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind. Honestly, I probably had too much chocolate when I was making these. Uraraka and I wanted the chocolates to be perfect, so we kept taste testing them.” Midoriya laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

Todoroki opened the bag before splitting the chocolates in half. He then picked up one pile holding it out to Midoriya. “Why don’t we split them?”

Midoriya smiled, holding out his hand, and Todoroki placed them in his outstretched hand. Midoriya then popped one chocolate into his mouth. Todoroki followed suit and ate his own chocolates. They weren’t horrible, so he nodded his head to let Midoriya know that they were enjoyable.

…

Watching Deku give the half and half bastard chocolates made Katsuki’s blood boil. Icy Hot even split the chocolates with Deku, what was that about? The more Katsuki looked at the two the angrier he got so he looked away, towards the door just as Yaoyorozu walked in the door.

She sees him looking at her and makes her way over to his desk.

Once she was next to him, she placed a bag of chocolates on his desk. “I hope you like them!” She smiled brightly at him.

“Thanks,” he said.

She smiled at him before walking to her desk. He followed her as she walked away. He then saw Deku and Icy Hot again and got angry again. He then picked up the chocolates and threw them straight at Icy Hot's head.

Katsuki watched as they flew across the room and hit half and half right in the face. He smirked as Icyhot looked up at him.

The class then went completely silent, confused as to why Katsuki would just throw his chocolates at Todoroki of all people. But then Todoroki opened the bag and started to eat the chocolates. The class then moved to continue their previous conversations.

The next couple days after valentines were decently normal. Momo was able to give Shoto the chocolates she made him, and they were able to still walk to class together despite their new ‘relationships’. Momo was also able to avoid Midoriya and all his questions.

Since Valentine's day Momo and Bakugo hadn’t actually discussed their story about how they got together. All Momo knew was that, according to Bakugo, they hadn’t been dating for long, which is information that she had learned from Shoto. Bakugo was beginning to seriously get on Momo’s nerves, but she agreed to play along, so that’s what she was going to do.

Momo was, however, pretty worried about tonight. Mina had put together a little party for the class. Momo wasn’t sure what exactly Mina had planned because she was keeping it under wraps but Momo knew it would be a lot harder to avoid questions about her and Bakugo when in the social situation of a party. They would also have to act more like a couple at the party then they had been. So far Bakugo and her didn’t really need to interact with each other. Thanks to the class and their different friend groups. There was also the fact that Momo was always helping her peers’ study, and Bakugo made the class dinner most nights, now that his friends wore him down into complying.

Momo decided she needed to go find Bakugo and figure out the plan for the party. As she was walking through the common room, she passed Shoto, Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka who were all going over the homework and helping Uraraka with said homework. Momo missed being able to hang out with Shoto as much, but she knew that if their plan worked it would be worth not having to see the two boys dance around each other in their strange way.

Momo found Bakugo getting on to the elevator. She sped up in order to reach the doors before they closed and she got on the elevator with him.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“What do you mean? Plan for what?” Bakugo turned to look at Momo fully instead of the doors.

“The plan for the party tonight. If you want to convince the class that we are dating then we will have to act more like a couple. Beyond me giving you chocolates, we haven’t done anything to suggest we are dating. Plus, you threw the chocolates I made at Shoto so it’s not like it looked a whole lot like you like me.”

“Fine whatever. It’s a party where there will be dancing and food and drink, so we will dance and I’ll do all the boyfriend shit of getting you drinks and food or whatever. Happy now?” Bakugo crossed his arms and turned back to the door.

“You do realize that I’m doing a favor for you. I could just go tell Shoto and Midoriya that you lied about dating someone.” Momo then also turned toward the door. She was going to lose it if she had to deal with Bakugo for much longer. She hoped they would get over themselves sooner rather than later so she could stop this whole serenade.

“Very well, I’ll try to be nicer.” Was Bakugo’s only response before the elevator dinged and he got off, hands shoved into his pants pocket.

…

Katsuki was not happy to have to go to the stupid party that Racoon eyes was throwing. However, considering he was ‘dating’ ponytail, he had to go. Though, even if he wasn’t, the self-proclaimed Bakusquad would drag him to the party anyway whether he liked it or not.

Once Katsuki entered the common room Yaoyorozu dragged him over to the rest of the girls and then she continued her previous conversation. Minutes into the whole affair Katsuki was seriously regretting his choice in pretending to date Yaoyorozu. Of course, she would get super into the lie and try to make it perfect. He just wanted to piss off Deku and Icy Hot.

“I’m going to get some water, you want some?” Katuski asked, wanting a reason to get away, just for a little bit.

He walked off without waiting for a response from Yaoyorozu. Heading through the dancing bodies to the kitchen. The kitchen was equally as packed as the rest of the common room, which really pissed Katsuki. As he walked through the kitchen, he could see the disastrous state in which it was in. Racoon eyes better be planning to clean the mess she caused.

Once he was finally able to get his water and get out, he hesitated to go back to Ponytail. He knew he should, but there was only so much he could handle of the girl’s conversation. So, he chose to lean against the wall and watch the people dancing around the room.

As he scanned the room, he spotted Deku dancing with Icy Hot. Deku was smiling like an idiot as he swung Icy Hot around the room like the idiot he was. They weren’t dancing nicely but they looked happy. As they spun in another circle, Katsuki caught another glimpse of the bright smile that Deku was giving Icy Hot.

It hurt more than Katsuki thought it should to see Deku so happy with someone else. He wanted to be the reason for that big smile that took over his whole face, instead Katsuki only caused tears. Katsuki has been so horrible to Deku for years. They had only been kind of friends for a little while now. Perhaps it was for the best that Deku found happiness with someone who had never hurt him, someone who was there for him when he called. Katsuki didn’t deserve to see that bright smile directed at him. Katsuki knew this was for the best, that Deku deserved to be happy.

…

Once Shoto and Midoriya got to the party, Midoriya dragged Shoto to go dance. Midoriya wasn’t a great dancer, but they were both having fun just spinning around. Midoriya normally dragged one of his friends to dance with him at times like these because he didn’t like to dance alone. Midoriya was smiling and laughing as they spun in circles while the people around them actually danced. After several spins, they stopped and swayed a little bit. Past Midoriya, Shoto could see Bakugo. At first Bakugo looked so sad, it was the calmest Shoto had ever seen him, and he just looked defeated. Then Bakugo looked up and they made eye contact. Bakugo’s face contorted into anger. Shoto then lost sight of him as Midoriya once again spun them around. Midoriya stopped half way through the circle as he looked past Shoto.

“I’ll be right back.” Midoriya said as he walked past Shoto, towards where Shoto had seen Bakugo. This seemed like the right time for them to finally get together.

Shoto watched as Midoriya followed Bakugo outside before moving to find Momo. He found her talking with the other girls.

“Hey Todoroki.” Uraraka greeted

“Oh, hey Shoto, what are you doing over here?” Momo asked.

“Midoriya went to go do something, so I thought I could come over here and say hi.”

“Yeah, I think I saw Deku go outside with Bakugo.”

“I still don’t understand why in the world you’re dating him, Yaomomo. He is just a jerk. I haven’t seen him do anything nice for you, in every interaction I see between the two of you he’s just a jerk.” Jiro complained.

“Honestly, I always thought that you and Yaomomo would get together, Todoroki. She had the biggest crush on you.” Ashido said.

“I know”

The girls laughed a little at that. They then went back to their conversation from before Shoto interrupted.

“This party is starting to die out. I think it’s time to switch gears.” Ashido said as she walked away from the group.

…

Izuku was having a lot of fun at Ashido’s party dancing around with Todoroki. As they spun around, he saw Kacchan past Todoroki and paused. He looked so angry and upset as he turned away from the dance floor and walked out of the dorms.

“I’ll be right back.” Izuku said as he walked past Todoroki, towards the door and outside.

Once outside, Izuku looked around for Kacchan and saw him sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. Izuku walked slowly over to him trying to figure out what to say. Kacchan usually avoided being vulnerable around anyone, so it would be difficult to get him to say what was upsetting him. But, Izuku wanted to try and help him anyway. Izuku didn’t like seeing Kacchan upset, he just wanted him to be happy.

“Go away Deku, I know it's you, stalker.” Kacchan snapped at him.

“It’s a nice night don’t you think? Is that why you left the party Kacchan?”

“None of your fucking business Deku. You need to stop budding into people’s business creep.”

“I know you're just deflecting because you don’t want to be vulnerable around other people. But it's okay to open up Kacchan. It’s good to talk about what is upsetting you, it’s the only way for it to be fixed.”

“What if what upsets me can’t be fixed? What if it shouldn’t be?” Kacchan got defensive and stood up, walking a few passes away from Izuku.

“That didn’t tell me anything Kacchan, I don’t know how to help you.” Izuku got up and walked over to Kacchan.

“How many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone, go hangout with your boyfriend or something.”

“Okay, you don’t need to talk to me, you could talk to your friends, you have lots of them after all. Kirishima would love to talk with you and listen to your problems, Kaminari would too. You can always also talk to Yaoyorozu. She is a great person to talk to, though I guess you would know that since you guys are dating, which is great. How did you even start dating?”

“Deku, stop. I don’t need to talk to anyone. Just leave me be and go back to the party.”

“I don’t want to leave until I know you are okay. I just want you to be happy, Kacchan. I know you don’t like me and that I drive you nuts, but I want to help you as much as possible.” It hurt Izuku to think about how Kacchan didn’t want him around. He was starting to think that Todoroki’s plan wasn’t going to work, that it wasn’t a very good plan. Maybe it was time to finally bite the bullet and tell Kacchan about his feelings.

Kacchan turned to look at Izuku. He opened his mouth to probably tell Izuku once again to leave, but Izuku interrupted him.

“Look Kacchan there is something you should know. I’m-“

“Hey guys, we are switching gears to playing some games, if you want to join us.” Ashido interrupted smiling at them.

“Of course, we’ll be right in.” Kacchan said, still looking at Izuku as Ashido went back inside. “It’s time to go back Deku or your boyfriend might start worrying.”

He then turned and walked to the dorm doors. “Sure Kacchan.” Izuku responded a bit dejectedly before he walked back inside, carefully coving up his emotions so that no one could see that he was upset.

Shoto was glad that the pretending was finally over, he was glad that Deku Might finally be happy and he might finally be able to hangout with Momo since all his friends will be in relationships. Midoriya will finally have someone else to monopolize his time.

“All right, now that I have dragged Midoriya and Bakugo inside, I was thinking we could play truth or dare, and to make sure that everyone participates we will spin a bottle to determine the next person.” Ashido announced.

Midoriya and Bakugo trailed after her, not looking very happy, which confused Shoto. Perhaps they were just upset to have been interrupted. However, once they made it into the room they quickly separated. Bakugo marched over to Kirishima and Midoriya walked over to Shoto.

Ashido moved and got everyone into a circle, she then went and put a water bottle in the middle of the circle since there were no beer bottles.

“How do we make sure that everyone doesn't just choose truth every time?” Kaminari asked.

Bakugo scoffed. “Seriously, truth is lame, I might as well just go to bed then.” Bakugo stood up heading towards the elevator before Ashido stopped him.

“Okay then, what if we just do dares, then will you stay?” Ashido called after him.

“Unless you're too scared of course.” Kaminari added, stopping Bakugo in his tracks.

“ Oh it's on Dunce face, I am going to take you down.” Bokugo barked, spinning on his heels and marching back to the Circle, glaring at Kaminari as he went. Shoto expected that this was going to be a very interesting game for sure.

. . .

Momo was not excited for this game. Based on how Bakugo marched inside, nothing good must have happened while he and Midoriya were outside. She couldn't tell if he was angry or just serious about Kaminari's challenge as everyone sat down in a circle and Mina placed a bottle in the middle.

"So, who wants to start?" Mina asks as she sits between Kirishima and Sero.

"Shouldn't you go first Mina? Since it was your idea." Ochako suggested.

"Okay" Mina reached forward and spun the bottle. It went around a couple times before landing on Kaminari." Kaminari, I dare you to eat one of Bakugo's Spicy peppers.

Most everyone jumped up and ran to the kitchen. Bakugo only So that no one got into anything they shouldn't, leaving Momo with Shoto and Midoriya. Midoriya turned and watched the group while Momo looked at Shoto to try and gauge how he was doing. He seemed to be a little dejected, but that was all Momo could gather. Momo doesn't need to be in the kitchen to know what will happen. Especially when a loud cry, followed by a lot of laughter comes from the kitchen.

Bakugo was the first to march back into the room. Momo heard him mutter something about people who can't handle heat as he sat back down next to her.

Kaminari was the last to make his way back in. He had a very red face and his eyes were still watering as he sat down next to Kyoka. She then had to nudge him to remind him that it was his turn to spin.

“Iida, I dare you to try and eat a cookie without using your hands.”

Iida ended up being weirdly good at this, finishing his cookie in little to no time at all.He had pushed it off the table, grabbing it with his teeth once it was hanging off the edge. Then he just ate it in one bite.

And so on the game went.

…

Katsuki honestly barely paid attention to the game. He really didn't want to stay and watch Deko and icy hot any longer but he couldn't take Dunce Face calling him a coward, especially not when he wasn't afraid of these idiots. all the dars were horrible. Like, Glasses had dared Kirishima to spin in a circle ten times and then try to walk in a straight line. though he did fail that one.

The only mildly interesting one was when he got to dare Icy hot to call his dad and tell him he loved him. He shrugged, pulled out his phone and all he said was “I love you” before hanging up. his phone kept going off a couple times after that but he just ignored it.

Katsuki stopped paying attention after Round face dared Deku to sit on Icy hots lap. He decided to just glare at the wall instead. He was only brought back into the game when Dunce Face addressed him.

“Bakugo, I dare you to kiss the best looking person in the room.”

Katsuki thought for a moment before his eyes drifted to Deku still sitting there, in Icy Hot's lap leaned back while icy hot rested his head on top of Deku’s like he didn't even know what he was doing. So he chose the only opinion he could. One that a small part of him hoped would perhaps upset Deku.

He then turned and kissed Yaoyorozu.

…

Izuku wasn't sure if he was going to puke or cry. He was so stupid to think he could ever be with Kacchan. This whole idea had been so stupid, he shouldn't have agreed to do this now he had to watch Kacchan kiss his best friend's ex-girlfriend. That was also his fault by agreeing to this stupid idea. Todoroki and Yaoyorozu broke up because of this stupid lie.

“Hey Deku?” Uraraka said, shaking him slightly to get his attention.

He looked up at her a bit confused, looking around when he spotted the bottle. It looks like Kacchan has spun it and landed on him.

“I’m sorry, I can't play anymore. I’m going to go to bed.”

“Wait, Midoriya.” Ashido called out.

“Goodnight.” was all he said as he walked to the elevator and went up to his room.

All he could think about was the kiss, it kept replaying in his head. Izuku hadn't realized just how much he liked Kacchan. He didn't realize how much it would hurt to see him with someone else.

Once he made it to his room the tears started falling, he let himself break down. He cried himself out pretty fast, ending with tears just silently streaming down his face. That is when there was a knock on the door.

He got up and opened the door to reveal Todoroki.

“Are you okay?” he asked, confused by Izuku’s tears.

“I’m sorry about Yaoyorozu. I’m done with this. There is no reason to continue. Kacchan won't even talk to me. He just wants me to go away.”

“Midoriya, You don’t have to -”

“I’m done Todoroki. I can't keep up the lie, okay. Goodnight.” Izuku said before closing the door.

The next day Shoto was thinking of how they could go back to normal after this, when Momo came up with one last ditch effort to get them together before they decided to give up. The hard part will be getting Midoriya to go along.

So, that night when Shoto could get him alone, he proposed the idea. "We were invited to go on a double date with Bakugo and Momo," he announced.

"Todoroki, I told you I can't do this anymore. He doesn't like me, end of Story." Midoriya complained.

He knew that was the response he would get and he told Momo as much, and she told him what to say next. "I know you did, but can you do this for me? So that I can see if Momo still likes me."

Midoriya hesitated at that before he sighed and nodded.

…

Katsuki was absolutely pissed that he had to do this. But, Yaoyorozu wanted to, and she was right, he shouldn't have kissed her without her consent. But, wasn't the party enough torture without adding a meal where they had to stare at Icy Hot and Deku the whole time.

“Can you at least look like you're not about murder someone.” Yaoyorozu said as they were walking to the restaurant.

“I think that's asking too much, I always look pissed.”

She turned and stopped him right outside the building. “Then can you at least play nice. I don't need to be breaking up any fights tonight.”

Katsuki could see right into the restaurant and could see Deku and Icy Hot already seated and talking. Deku looked a bit nervous or worried. perhaps yelling at him the other dad had actually frightened him. not that Katsuki has ever been able to push him away in the past. Was he really staring at a life without Deku around to drive him nuts? could he stand not having Deku in his life.

He nodded at Yaoyorozu. Perhaps if he played nice everything would be fine. Perhaps he wasn't even what was worrying Deku.

Katsuki was quickly proven wrong once they were approaching the table and he could see Deku physically stiffin. and what a rotten boyfriend half and half was when he didn't even appear to notice.

…

Izuku somehow wasn't prepared to see Kacchan and Yaoyorozu walk into the restaurant. To make things worse Kacchan looked so nice tonight and it made it all the harder to look at him and know he would never be able to be with him the way he wanted. He hoped they could somehow still be friends but he wasn't sure how when he couldn't make eye contact with him.

Suddenly he felt a kick from under the table and looked up. He hadn't realized that Kacchan and Yaoyorozu had sat down already. Todoroki was already in a conversation with Yaoyorozu and Kacchan was looking at him.

“You started muttering to yourself and the other table was looking at you like you were crazy.” Kacchan explained.

Izuku blushed and looked down at his hands.

“What's got you worked up anyway?”

Izuku started panicking before saying the first thing that popped into his head. “Have you seen the new hero line up?”

…

Momo really hoped this plan would work because these two boys appear to be even more thick headed then she originally thought.

She smiled at Shoto and Midoriya as she approached. though Midoriya looked stiff as a board so everything was not off to a good start. All thanks to Bakugo being an idiot and kissing her. She specifically sat across from Shoto and started up a conversation with him in hopes of getting the other boys to talk. At first it didn't look like it was going to work as Midoriya started muttering and Bakugo just drank water awkwardly. but then they started talking about heroes.

They seemed pretty happy with this and didn't stop all through dinner. Momo was hoping they would talk about their feelings or something but the conversation never strayed from the heroes.

“Tonight is such a nice night, what if we all go for a walk around the park before heading back to UA?” She asked.

Shoto was the first to agree causing the others to agree in turn so they paid and headed out. These boys were going to get together tonight if it was the last thing she did. She wanted her boyfriend back already. The whole reason for this plan was to get more time together and yet they now had even less and she was over it.

Now that they were outside the ease and comfort of the restaurant the group quickly fell back into awkward silence. Izuku didn't know how to talk to Kacchan again. He also wasn't sure if he should try and talk as a group with everyone. Or perhaps the best thing would be to leave Todoroki and Yaoyorozu alone so they could make up.mor would that be wrong since she was now with Kacchan, though she did spend all dinner talking to Todoroki.

Kacchan then elbowed Izuku's arm. “You are muttering again”

“Oh sorry.”

“Okay, you definitely have something else on your mind. What is it?” Kacchan sighed.

Izuku panicked again, looking forward to seeing that Todoroki and Yaoyorozu were now walking a distance in front of them and they seemed happy. “Me and Todoroki aren't actually dating … anymore. I think he likes Yaoyorozu. I thought you should know.”

“Oh… that makes sense. To be honest I only asked Yaoyorozu out to piss half and half off.”

…

Momo started pulling Shoto ahead of the others once they were outside. In the silence they did fall into an easy conversation about school and Shoto could tell Momo was ready for everything to be over so they could spend more time together again.

Honestly, Shoto was ready as well. As much as he liked Midoriya, his relationship with Bakugo was exhausting and annoying. Plus Momo was amazing and so easy to be around. Shoto loved her company. She was as kind and understanding as Midoriya, without all the drama. Plus they had interests that aligned more. Shoto did not necessarily enjoy talking about different pro heroes all the time.

Shoto turned to Momo and gave her a soft smile. She smiled brightly in turn, reaching out and giving his hand a light squeeze.

…

Momo started to relax into the conversation with Shoto once Midoriya and Bakugo started talking.

She was confident that they would finally confess when they started telling each other that they were not actually in relationships.

But then it all devolved very quickly, once Bakugo confessed that he didn't ever have feelings for her.

“Wait, what? how could you play with her feeling like that Kacchan.” Midoriya huffed and stopped walking, causing everyone else to stop as well.

“It doesn't matter, it's not like she ever liked me anyway, so there was no harm.” Bakugo scoffed.

“But you didn't know that going in, right? And even if you did think so, she could have developed feelings for you and that's just cruel if you never liked her.” Midoriya was almost shouting now and Bakugo was red with anger, ready to probably put his foot in his mouth and ruin everything, which is when Momo finally lost it.

“Both of you shut the fuck up. News flash you were both fake dating us to make the other jealous and I am officially done with both of your shit. So kiss and make up already cuz I want my boyfriend to myself for once,” and with that Momo turned around, grabbed a hold of Shoto and marched off back to UA.

…

Katsuki and Deku were both stunned into silence as Yaoyorozu marched off with Icy Hot.

They both turned and looked at eachother. Then Deku blushed and looked down at the ground like he was the only one caught in a lie.

“I'm sorry for lying to you Kacchan. I know you don't like me but I do like you a lot and I'm sorry. I understand if you now hate me and never want to talk to me …” Deku continued but Katsuki stopped listening after Deku said he liked him.

Katsuki decided fuck it and kissed Deku, officially silencing him.

Katsuki pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on Dekus, “for the love of god stop talking. I like you, you idiot, so shut up and kiss me” Katsuki demanded. Deku smiled. “Really?”

Katsuki kissed him before he could say any more.

“What did I just say?” Katsuki asked, “And contrary to previous actions, I try not to go around kissing people I don't like.”

This time Deku silenced Katsuki with a kiss. “I guess we should thank and apologize to Todoroki and Yaoyorozu for getting us to admit our feelings.” Deku said starting to walk to UA.

“I think the best thing we could do for them is leave them alone for a while. Especially while Yaoyorozu is so angry. Katsuki said, walking alongside Deku.

Deku nodded thoughtfully as he grabbed Katsuki’s hand, already softly muttering ideas to himself. Katsuki smiled and shook his head, he was going to have to get used to that but at least kissing was a good way to get Deku’s attention.

#bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #bnha #my hero academia #bakudeku #todomomo #fake dating #5+1 things #todoroki shoto #yaoyorozu momo #deku #bakugou x midoriya #bakugou x deku #mha

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pan-fangirl-345 · 4 years ago

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Equals and Dinner

Summary: A part two to Scars and Marks. You’re meeting Bakugou’s parents, and you’re more than a little stressed about it. But the nice woman at the mall calms your worries after giving you some much needed fashion advice.

TW: Mentions of the ex-girlfriend, but other than that, I don’t think there is anything. If I missed something please let me know.

“Why is women’s clothing so expensive?” you hissed as you searched through the racks of scrappy shirts and short shorts.

“I’m pretty sure I saw that shirt in the men’s section and it was twenty dollars less than that,” a woman said, making you jump. “Sorry dear, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“It’s alright, I get lost in my own little world sometimes. Especially when I’m stressed.”

“What are you stressed about? School?”

“No, I’m meeting my soulmate’s parents this weekend. They mean a lot to him, and I’m worried about what they’ll think of me,” you admitted.

The woman looked familiar, but you couldn’t place where you had seen her before. Her blonde hair seemed familiar, so did her red eyes.

“Soulmate? Not boyfriend?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

“Well, it’s complicated. If his parents don’t like me, I don’t think he’s going to be interest-”

“If his commitment relies on his parents’ opinions, he’s weak. If he’s interested in you, then it doesn’t matter if his parents like you or not.”

You smiled at her.

“You remind me of someone,” you admitted. “I can’t place where though.”

“I don’t get that a lot,” she replied, smiling at you. “It’s refreshing.”

She gave off a very maternal presence, it was comforting.

“This,” she said, picking something off the rack. “This will win over any mother. It’s pretty, but it’s not too revealing. Not to mention, with your skin tone and hair color, it’s a nice compliment.”

“I was looking at that earlier, but I didn’t think it would look good,” you admitted.

“We are our own worst critics,” she told you, handing you the dress.

“Thank you for the help,” you murmured, bowing to her slightly.

“Oh it’s no problem dear,” she assured you. “Just happy to help.”

“Well, thanks anyways,” you said, smiling at her as you made your way to the changing rooms.

She was right, the dress did look good.

It looked a little short, but with all the black leggings you had, it would look great. The sleeves wouldn’t get in the way, it made you look older than you were.

That woman had a good eye.

She was gone when you walked back out, but you smiled anyway.

You bought the dress, heading back to the dorms.

“(Y/F/N)! You’re back early! Did you find a good outfit?” Momo asked.

“Yeah, I had some help from a random mom I met though,” you admitted, pulling it out of the bag to show the girls.

“Wow, I never knew a mom could have such good fashion taste,” Jirou said, glancing over the dress in appreciation.

“Right? And she made me a little less worried about meeting Bakugou’s parents this weekend.”

“I still can’t believe that you’re his soulmate,” Uraraka muttered. “I mean, you two are so different.”

“But they work, don’t you think?” Tsu asked.

“They work, but it’s strange to see Bakugou not yelling at someone,” Jirou chimed in.

“You guys are more obsessed with my relationship with Bakugou than I am,” you teased, making them laugh.

“Can you blame us?” Momo asked.

“No, but it worries me sometimes.”

“(Y/F/N), can you come help me with this?” Izuku asked.

“Yeah, just let me put this in my room,” you called, running to set it in your room, before you jogged back down the stairs to help Izuku.

“What do you need help with?” you asked, glancing over his shoulder at what looked like a presentation.

“I just need a female eye on this,” he admitted. “I feel like it needs something.”

“Well, maybe a sprinkle of navy blue here, a small dab of white around the edges, and then small streaks of pink along that word there.”

“How are you so good at that?” he asked.

“Society seems to think that women need to be fashion forward. Everything needs to match and you can’t be ugly. I learned early on what matched and what didn’t. Besides, I have an artist’s eye apparently,” you said. “You all good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, making you smile.

“No problem Izuku,” you assured him.

“(Y/F/N)! Come help me make a point!” Denki shouted, making you chuckle.

“What are you nimrods arguing over now?” you asked.

“If Bakugou were to be a sea animal, what would he be?” Denki asked.

“Pufferfish,” was your immediate response, and Denki pointed at you yelling, “Aha!”

“Damnit (Y/F/N)!” Hanta shouted, making you laugh.

“Okay, but imagine this,” you said, moving your hands. “If he were a dog? poofy Pomeranian.”

They burst out laughing and Denki looked like he was crying.

“HAH? I wouldn’t be a fucking Pomeranian!” Bakugou shouted from the doorway.

“Oh, hey Bakugou,” you said, smiling at him. “The boys needed me to clarify that you would be a pufferfish.”

“What the fuck?” he muttered, staring at you. “What kind of fucked up conversations are you dickwads having?”

You shrugged. “You wanna know, ask them.”

Your phone buzzed and you swore.

“Fuck, I forgot I was meeting Ichiro today! Have a good night guys!” you called, grabbing your purse and a spare hoodie, heading out the door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Bakugou’s POV)

He watched as (Y/F/N) darted out of the dorms again, frowning.

Who was Ichiro?

He had come down from his room because he heard her laughing, something that had become a comfort for him on his bad days. He had also wanted make sure that they were set for this weekend.

Ever since the ‘Festival Fallout’ as the self-proclaimed Bakusquad had dubbed it, he had been paying more attention to her.

He had no idea how he hadn’t noticed her before now.

She seemed to light up any room she walked into, she made his bad days better just by smiling at him, she was always around when someone needed help. She didn’t even seem to realize how inherently good she was.

She didn’t seem to realize that she always had confidence when she was standing up for someone. How she always seemed to bite her lip when she was embarrassed, how she always fought better when she was fighting for someone else.

She always laughed when Denki told a bad joke, when Sero wrapped himself up in his tape, when Shinso failed to use his capture weapon, when Bakugou was always surprised by his friends and their unexpectedness.

She was so different from him, Katsuki knew that, he knew they were different, and yet, he noticed her in a way he had never noticed anyone else.

She always hid behind her hair when she was put in the spotlight, she only sang when she thought she was alone, she had a bad habit of biting her nails when she was stressed, no matter how short they got, and she always rubbed her thumb across her palm when she was nervous.

Katsuki had always noticed little things, he had trained himself to be observant, but these weren’t just little things. They were her little things. They were little things that seemed insignificant by themselves, but brought together they were little things that made her . . . her.

He had never really believed the whole soulmates thing growing up. His parents were soulmates, and their dynamic seemed so off to Bakugou. He had always been taught that soulmates were equal. His parents had never seemed equal to him.

He was watching as she disappeared now, and he thought he understood. She wasn’t as physically strong as him, and her quirk wasn’t as strong, but there were different kinds of strength.

What he lacked in faith she more than made up for, what he lacked in confidence in himself at times, she had in him all the time. When he had his dark days, she was right there, smiling at him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“-bro. Bakugou!”

Katsuki blinked, slowly, then realized the others were trying to get his attention.

“What do you fuckers want?” he asked, glaring at them.

“Why were you staring at (Y/F/N) like that?” Sero asked.

“Yeah man,” Kirishima chimed in, “you were staring at her like she was the best thing in your life. I’ve never seen you look at someone like that.”

“I mean, she is his soulmate,” Kaminari said, making Katsuki raise an eyebrow. “I know I look at ‘Toshi like that.”

Bakugou groaned, rolling his eyes.

“I’m going back to my room,” he muttered, heading back up to his room.

He grabbed his phone, opening her contact.

They had started to get to know each other, mostly on their own. They had been paired together for a project, and they often went out on patrols together because of the heroes they were working under.

Katsuki had found that he genuinely enjoyed her company, and he found that he didn’t mind it when she touched him.

He sent her a quick text telling her to be careful, then messed around with the games on his phone.

He didn’t want to be that person, they weren’t even dating for All Might’s sake, but . . . he missed her.

The realization shook him to his core.

It wasn’t often that he missed anybody. He missed his mother, and he missed hiking with his father, but it wasn’t often that he missed someone outside his family.

For the love of All Might, he was in over his head already.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as you stepped back into the building, you were headed for Bakugou’s room.

Denki had texted you as you left the meeting with your brother that Bakugou had shut himself up in his room and that they were worried.

“Bakugou? Can I come in?” you inquired, knocking softly.

He grunted, which you took as a yes.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, not even looking up from his phone.

“Thanks, for the text earlier,” you offered, taking a seat by his bed. “It made me smile.”

He grunted again, but you could tell that he was happy with that.

“Ichiro caught me looking at my phone and asked what I was smiling at.”

You caught the change in his attitude and added, “My brother has always been a snoop, but he didn’t see anything other than that text, promise.”

“Brother?” Bakugou asked.

“Yeah, Ichiro is my older brother. Did I not tell you that’s who I was meeting earlier?”

Bakugou gave a small shake of his head.

“Were you . . . were you jealous?” you asked.

He opened his mouth to snap at you, then snapped his mouth shut so quickly his teeth audibly clicked together.

“Missed you is all,” he mumbled, a small blush staining his cheeks.

You huffed a small laugh, laying your hand on his arm. “You know that it’s okay to miss people right? It’s okay to have people you care about.”

“I know, ‘m just not used to it,” he muttered.

“That’ll change,” you assured him, brushing your pants off as you stood up. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs, the others are worried about you. And I think Denki might try to microwave a fork if we leave him alone any longer.”

You smiled at him, and you caught a glimpse of the look he had been giving you lately.

You held your hand out to him, and he huffed, taking it.

His hand was rough against yours, but you could tell he was trying to be gentle.

You heard shouting from the common room and interlaced your fingers with him, pulling him down the hall.

“Yas! She has magical Bakugou convincing powers!” Denki shouted when he spotted you.

“Let’s be real,” Mina said, winking at you. “(Y/F/N) could convince us of anything.”

“You guys are giving me too much credit,” you said, smiling.

Bakugou leaned over, tucking your hair behind your ear, making you pause. You hadn’t really talked about what you were to each other. You had talked a little that night, but other than that, you had slowly been getting to know each other.

He had touched you of course, a hand on your shoulder to get your attention, and you had sparred with each other occasionally, but this was the first time he had done something like this.

Your cheeks heated, but you let him do it. It was nice. Luckily, if the others noticed, they didn’t say anything about it.

The rest of the night went by as usual, though Bakugou did let you lean on his shoulder when your eyes started to get heavy during the movie you and your friends were watching.

“S-Sorry,” you mumbled, fighting off a yawn. “It’s been a long day.”

He grunted, but he shifted so your head was in the dip of his shoulder, and he slid his hand into yours.

You smiled softly, giving his hand a small squeeze as you relaxed against his side.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You woke up slowly, the light streaming through your window, lighting your room with golden hues.

You sat up slowly, your eyes adjusting.

How did you get up here?

You didn’t remember walking to your room last night.

Slowly a memory surfaced.

Strong arms, a sweet scent, and rough hands that tried their best to be gentle.

Had he carried you to bed or were you making it up to fool yourself into thinking that he was interested?

“It’s too early for this shit,” you muttered, swinging your legs over the side, changing quickly before you headed downstairs.

“Hey there Sleeping Beauty,” Hanta teased, and you flipped him off.

“Fuck off, it’s too early for this without coffee,” you grumbled, pouring yourself a cup, adding enough sugar to kill the entire League of Villains.

“We’re definitely soulmates,” Bakugou said, grinning from his spot by the stove.

“Unlike you, I don’t get up at the ass crack of dawn,” you pointed out, chugging the drink, pouring yourself another.

Denki spewed his juice, making you laugh.

“We still on for this weekend?” Bakugou asked.

It took your brain a good two minutes to process what you had been asked.

“Yeah, yeah definitely,” you answered, shaking your head like you could clear it.

“You really aren’t a morning person, are you?” Mina asked.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Never have been. I’m not really a night owl either, I’m some form of permanently exhausted pigeon, maybe a crow.”

“I can feel my brain cells dying,” Bakugou grunted.

“You have brain cells to spare, so shove it up your ass,” you told him, smirking. “Our entire friend group has like, seven brain cells collectively, and these four,” you pointed to Hanta, Denki, Eijirou, and Mina, “never have them. Sometimes you don’t either, but they literally never have them.”

“I’m not sure whether to yell at you or be proud,” he muttered, staring at you.

“Make up your mind,” you teased.

He glared at you, and you smiled back, smug.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You stared at the door in front of you, smoothing your hands over your dress, trying to will your palms not to sweat.

“Hey, they’re gonna love you,” Bakugou said.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered, eyes wide. Your stomach was roiling with nerves. “But what if they don’t?”

You hadn’t meant to ask that, but there was no more filter. Your nerves were chewing through everything, and you were tense.

“They’ll love you,” he repeated, opening the door.

“Katsuki? Is that you?”

Wait.

You knew that voice. And you knew the woman that stepped out of the kitchen.

“Hey! I know you!” you said, smiling at her.

Then you remembered that your probably weren’t making the best first- or was it second?- impression. “It’s very nice to meet you officially ma’am.” You bowed slightly, trying to hide your wince.

“Hah, you already know each other?” Bakugou asked, looking bewildered.

“S-Sort of,” you admitted. “I ran into her when I went shopping the other day. She’s actually the one that suggested this dress to me. I knew you looked familiar,” you murmured, heat staining your cheeks.

“Mitsuki, is that them?”

The man that stepped out looked nothing like his son other than his build. His face had laugh lines and he had a kind smile as he looked at you.

“You must be (Y/L/N),” he said, smiling at you.

You nodded, giving him a shy smile in return. “It’s nice to meet you sir.”

“Oh please, call me Masaru,” he said, walking over to shake your hand. “Nice grip.”

“I mean, hero training does that to a girl,” you said, smiling.

“I’m sure it does, come in, come in,” he offered. “Katsuki hasn’t stopped talking about you!”

“Dad!”

“What?”

“He’s right,” Mitsuki said, watching you. “He hasn’t shut up about you.”

You remembered what Bakugou had said that night as you sat on your bed together.

My mother hated her from the minute I brought her home.

She must’ve been remembering his ex-girlfriend as she looked at you.

“Um, is there anything I can help with?” you inquired, fidgeting with your hands.

“You can help me in the kitchen,” Bakugou said, laying a hand on your back. “I don’t want that hag in there.”

“That’s your mother!” you hissed, poking him in the shoulder. “You should be nice to her. She’s the one you’ll be asking for advice when you’re older.”

“What kinds of advice?” he asked.

“You’re telling me you think you have people figured out like the back of your hand? Or that you think you care for a crying kid?”

“Who brought kids into this?!”

“You’re a hero, idiot! You’re going to have to know how to care for a scared child! You can’t just glare at them until they stop crying!”

“Why not?”

You stared at him, head cocked to the side, trying to figure out if he was serious or not.

“Your paternal instincts must be terrible.”

“Rude!”

“Am I wrong?” you asked as you crossed your arms over you chest, raising an eyebrow at him.

Masaru was chuckling off to the side, arm around his wife as they watched the two of you together.

“They remind me of us when we were younger,” he murmured.

“Pretty sure the roles were reversed though,” she admitted, giving you a small smile.

“C’mon idiot,” Bakugou muttered, pulling you into the kitchen.

Your shoulders slumped as soon as you were out of eyesight. “Do you think they liked me?”

“My father definitely did,” Bakugou said.

“Your mother hates me,” you worried, washing your hands.

“She doesn’t either,” he argued.

“She could barely look at me,” you hissed.

Bakugou frowned, handing you a towel for your hands.

“Thanks. So, what can I do to help?” you asked.

“Cut these up for me,” he said, handing you a couple carrots and some potatoes. “Small cubes.”

“Alright, where are your- knives, aha!” you said, brandishing one, starting to peel the carrots. “Do you guys peel your potatoes or no?”

“Yeah, and use a peeler!”

“No, I work better with a knife,” you told him. “Besides, it’s one less dirty dish.”

“You’re so stubborn.”

“It’s one of the only things we have in common,” you said. “We putting these in pot?”

“Yeah, bottom left cupboard,” he directly as he opened the meet packages. “Hey, snag me a sauce pan.”

“Big or small?”

“Both.”

“Here you go,” you said, handing them to him as you pulled out two pots. “I want to thank you, Bakugou.”

“What for?”

“For . . . giving me a chance I guess,” you said, cutting up the carrot you had just peeled. “I’ve never been ‘that’ girl, you know? I was always that girl where everyone knew I existed, but no one really knew who I was. I was never the girl that everyone wanted to be friends with, never the one who everyone wanted to be with in general. I guess it’s just nice to be wanted, even if it’s just for a little while.”

It was quiet for a long time, and you stopped what you were doing to look over your shoulder at him.

“Bakugou?”

Suddenly his arms were around your waist, crushing you into him.

“Bakugou? Are you okay?” you asked, slowly wrapping your arms around him in return, not entirely sure what was going on.

“I wish you could see yourself the way everyone else sees you,” he whispered, breathing you in.

“Why are you getting all sappy on me now?” you teased, running a hand along the length of his spine, feeling the tension leak out of his shoulders.

“Because you deserve to know how grateful I am for you,” he replied, his arms strong around you.

“You barely knew I existed six months ago. You’ve haven’t even met my parents yet Bakugou,” you said. “How are you so sure?”

“Because of this,” he said, pulling his shirt collar down to show off the tattoo that was right above his heart. Your tattoo.

The tattoo that you both shared.

You had seen it of course, but you had never seen it this closely before.

“It really is the same as mine,” you whispered, touching it lightly, barely registering the fact that he was shivering.

You had spent hours over the course of your life staring at your own tattoo, and this was the exact copy, other than the whorls on ink were softer than they were on yours. Yours were sharper, more defined.

It had stayed black since the festival, you had been checking it every day, just to make sure.

“I mean, you freaked out so much about mine that night, I kinda figured I wasn’t wrong, but . . . they really are the same tattoo,” you marveled, pulling your hand away slowly.

He nodded, tucking your hair behind your ear like he had the other day, making the heat rise to your cheeks again.

“I saw hers,” he admitted. “I knew, I think, in the back of my mind that it didn’t look right, but I was hoping . . . I don’t know.” He frowned, touching the spot on your back where your own Mark resided. “This is definitely right.”

You felt it then, that deep ache that you’d had since first year, that deep ache seemed to disappear from your stomach.

“You’re right, it does,” you murmured, wrapping your arms around him again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“(Y/F/N), can I talk to you for a moment?” Mitsuki asked, poking her head into the kitchen.

“Of course ma’am,” you said, glancing at Bakugou, who nodded.

You put your knife down, following her into the living room.

She sat down on the couch and you took the seat across from her, head bowed.

She was silent for a long time and it made you nervous. Your hands moved in your lap, your thumb rubbing the skin away from your palm.

“Y-You wanted to talk to me, ma’am?” you inquired softly. You had faced down villains, risked your life, and had almost died.

And yet, other than when Bakugou had been taken, this was the most terrifying thing to have happened to you.

“I love my son,” she stated.

“I-I never meant to insinuate that you didn’t.”

“I love my son,” she repeated. “But he’s always been powerful, and power draws in all sorts of people. He’s been the leader of every friend group he’s had for a very long time. He’s been fawned over for most of his life, and I have to say that it’s partially my fault for letting it get as far as it did.”

“Ma’am?”

“My son is an angry person, (Y/F/N), he’s a lot like I was when I was your age. He’s been calmer tonight than he has been in ages. He has never talked about someone as much as he has talked about you in the last few weeks. He seems happy. I wanted to thank you for that.”

“Th-There’s really no need to thank me, ma’am. I like seeing the people around me happy. It makes me happy knowing that I bring peace to people. I never want to be someone that others are afraid of. Even if I wasn’t Bak- Katsuki’s soulmate, I still would’ve tried to help him not be so angry.

“He is an angry person, but I think it’s a defense mechanism. Push others away and hurt them before they can hurt him. I tend to use sarcasm and humor as my own defense, and I used it every time the mentions of soulmates popped up.

“I knew, I knew for over a year that he was my soulmate, and I didn’t do anything because I knew- I thought- that he would be happier with someone else. I thought he was happy with her.

“My Mark was faded for a very long time, but that night, the night of the festival, it was as dark as it had ever been. I thought it would be gone by the night of the festival. I heard that was what happened when soulmates stopped loving each other. Did Baku- did Katsuki show you any of the photos from that night?”

Mitsuki shook her head. “My son is also a very private person, he doesn’t share many things with us.”

“Would you like to see photos? I have some on my phone. There’s a recording from that night too.”

You moved to sit next to her, pulling up the album of photos from that night.

Mitsuki smiled softly as she flipped through the photos, watching the video, her smile growing, stopping on one where your back was on full display.

“I thought the Mark would’ve been almost gone, so I had Momo make some adjustments to my dress, it revealed the Mark more than anything I had ever worn to, or for, school. He had no idea that I had a Mark that matched his until that night. He was really upset when he found out that I had never told him.”

You told her about the game of Never Have I Ever, and then how it had ended between Bakugou and his girlfriend. You spilled everything to her.

She simply sat there and listened, though she did flinch when you told her how faded your Mark had been. She looked close to tears when you showed her the comparison photos you had complied.

“I never planned on telling him about what I was. I thought it would’ve ended things for him. I thought he was going to be miserable with someone like me.” You shrugged. “He was so upset when I told him about it. Well, actually, I told his girlfriend that I had never planned on telling him, but semantic. He’s more than I ever would’ve hoped for, if he’s even interes-”

“He’s more interested in you than I’ve ever seen him,” Mitsuki interrupted, the first time since you had started talking. She had asked for clarification on some things, but this was cutting you off. “My son has never brought home girls before that last bitch, and I could tell what a snake she was from the moment she stepped through the door.”

She glanced at the kitchen door, and you knew she could see her son in there.

“He doesn’t need us anymore, his father and me, I mean. He was always such an independent child.”

“He’s always going to need you,” you assured her. “He’s going to call you when he needs advice on wedding rings, on what diapers to get when he has his first child, what to do when that child starts dating. He’s going to call you every time life becomes a little too much for him and he needs someone with more experience. You’re his mother, he’s always going to need you.”

“You say that like you won’t be there,” Mitsuki said, staring at you.

“What?”

“You said, “when he has his first child’. ‘His’, not ‘our’. You’re talking like you think he’ll do those things with someone else. Someone who isn’t you.”

You blinked at her for a moment before you gave a tense laugh.

“I guess it’s just hard for me to believe that I’m going to be the one he does those things with. I mean, I doubt we’re equal, and he wants someone to be his equal.”

“Trust me sweetheart, he’s going to want to do everything with you, once he gets past the whole emotionally constipated thing,” she said, making you laugh.

“I’ll take your word for it,” you told her, smiling. “Thank you for giving me the chance to explain, ma’am. I know that it’s probably hard for you to trust me after that last girl. I just . . . wanted to tell you that I don’t plan on hurting him. Actually, if it weren’t for the dress, he probably never would’ve figured out we were soulmates.”

“You were seriously never going to tell him?”

“I love your son, and I have for a while,” you admitted quietly. “If he was happy, that was good enough for me. Even if he was happier with someone else.”

“Welcome to the family (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, taking your hands in hers.

“Is it safe to enter?” Masaru asked, only half joking.

“It’s safe,” Mitsuki assured them, and both men stuck their heads out.

Bakugou immediately looked at you, concern buried in those eyes.

You smiled at him, letting him know you were okay, your chest warming at the fact that he was worried about you.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Bakugou said.

“Alright,” Mitsuki said, standing up. “Masaru, come help me set the table.”

As soon as they were gone Katsuki was by your side.

“I heard you guys talking,” he murmured, bumping your hand with his.

“Oh yeah?”

He nodded, lacing your fingers together gently. “You know you can walk away too, right?”

“Why would I want to do that?” you inquired, cocking your head to the side.

“You’re not the only one questioning if we’re equals,” he admitted.

“Do you want to be with me Katsuki?” you asked. “Like, actually be with me?”

“‘Course I do, otherwise I never would’ve brought you home with me,” he said, hand tightening around yours.

“Good, because I want to be with you. Otherwise I never would’ve come home with you,” you told him. “C’mon, let’s join your parents before they think we’re making out somewhere.”

“My parents were right you know,” he said, making you pause. “I didn’t stop talking about you. I feel the same way you do.”

“I’m gonna pull a Denki here and state a random fact. Scientists have figured out that it only takes about four months to fall in love with someone. And that applies to people you don’t even know,” you told him. “So imagine how easy it would have been for us to fall in love when we already know each other.”

You walked into the dining room, sliding into the spot beside Katsuki, since it was the only one that wasn’t taken.

“So, tell us about yourself, (Y/F/N),” Mitsuki said, laying a hand on her husband’s thigh.

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“Be safe kids!” Masaru called as you and Katsuki headed for the train station.

“We will!” you assured him, smiling. “Do you think they liked me?”

“I think they like you more than they like me,” Katsuki muttered, but you could tell that he was relieved.

“Nah, you’re their son, they’ll always love you more Ka-Bakugou,” you told him, bumping your shoulder with his.

“Did you like them?”

“I think your mother is going to be my new friend,” you told him, smiling up at him.

“Oh fuck, what have I done?” he asked. “You two could end the world.”

“You love us and you know it,” you teased, wrapping your arms around his, laying your head on his shoulder as you walked. “I had a good time tonight Bakugou.”

“Katsuki.”

“Huh?”

“You were gonna call me Katsuki earlier,” he said.

“Yeah, what about it?”

“I wouldn’t mind. If you wanted to call me that around people other than my parents.”

“Are you sure?”

“About as sure as I am of this,” he said, touching the Mark on his chest.

“Drama Queen,” you muttered, cheeks flaring with heat.

He smiled at you, a real smile, and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“Are you free next weekend?” he inquired.

“Are you really asking me that?”

“Yes.”

“Then there’s your answer,” you told him.

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #soulmate au #fluff #bakugou x reader soulmates #bakugou x reader fluff #meeting the parents

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ao3feed-bnha-girls · 2 years ago

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Interfering Where You Don't Technically Need To

Interfering Where You Don't Technically Need To by BelcherMorganJames

Maybe she'd been asking for trouble but Uraraka simply couldn't leave it alone - she'd been clued into the fact that Deku knew something, something which made him a target. And she'd let him down at the mall, so had no intention of leaving him so vulnerable again.

Only, she ends up finding out some rather startling things instead.

Words: 3648, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Ashido Mina, Hagakure Tooru, Asui Tsuyu, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Iida Tenya, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Uraraka Ochako's Parents, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko, Sensei | All For One (mentioned)

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Asui Tsuyu & Uraraka Ochako, Iida Tenya & Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku & Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Tsukauchi Naomasa & Yagi Toshinori | All Might

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Uraraka Ochako is a Good Friend, Protective Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki Being an Asshole, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Post-Season/Series 02, Protective Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Uraraka Ochako is Bad at Feelings, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend, One For All Quirk is Revealed, Fluff and Angst, Heavy Angst

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41869299

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Izuocha #♥#Izuocha #Tomura Shigaraki #🎈#⚤#R:G #A:Belcher #Fluff #Angst

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qitwrites · 4 years ago

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Momo is 13 when she gets her first period.

Her parents had talked to her about it of course, told her it was completely natural and normal and healthy, and to come to them when it happens.

What nobody was prepared for was the pain.

She’s in the family garden creating some Lego blocks for herself when a bout of cramps, sharp and intense, roils through her abdomen and up her left leg. It’s so sudden she can barely call for help, and by the time the guards reach her, she’s on the ground sobbing, clutching her stomach and shakily taking in gasps of air.

They tell her it’s a combination of her diet and her genes. The high-fat diet has consequences, no matter how much she uses her quirk to balance it out and her father’s side of the family has a history of debilitating period pains. It’s just really bad luck, or so they tell her.

Of course, this doesn’t deter Momo from her plans of becoming a pro-hero. It’s all she wants. So, it’s what she chases and works for and earns.

The period pains get worse.

Class 1A doesn’t notice for the longest time. Momo is good at hiding it, at hiding how often she uses the loo for the first two days, how much pain she’s biting back in class, how badly she’s performing in training. She practices her smile in the mirror, sits through hours of class and training and socializing with a smile plastered on her face, and screams into her pillow at night. She spends those nights on her bathroom floor, alternating between throwing up and enjoying the cool feeling of the tiles underneath her.

Nobody realizes until Momo doesn’t show up for class one day.

Of course, everyone is immediately concerned- Momo isn’t one to skip. She takes the best notes, has perfect attendance, submits her assignments on time, the works. First period passes like that, and Aizawa even brings it up but nobody knows where she is. She hasn’t messaged a soul or called anyone about anything.

They’re on break after second period when Todoroki finds her on the staircase landing between the first and second floor.

Momo is on the ground, laying on her side. Her hand is in her mouth, blood dripping down her skin as she clenches it tightly between her teeth. Her other hand is wrapped around her abdomen, squeezing tightly. Tears stream down her face continuously, like an endless river. She’s muffling her screams, and it’s almost like she can’t even see Todoroki, her gaze piercing straight through him.

Todoroki is immediately alarmed, getting to his knees in front of her. He looks over her and can’t see any physical injuries, any signs of trauma.

‘Yaoyorozu,’ he says urgently, ‘what’s going on?’

Momo blinks at him, some of the tears dispelling. She finally sees him, recognizes him, and gasps. She pulls her hand away and the tears spill again.

‘I can’t-‘ she starts and sucks in a sharp breath ‘-I can’t breathe. I can’t- there’s too much pain fuck.’ Todoroki raises his brows- Momo never curses. Never. Not even when she stubbed her toe against the dining table and broke it.

‘We have to get you to recovery girl,’ Todoroki says, moving to help her up.

‘Wait,’ she groans. ‘I need- dammit, Todoroki let me borrow your left hand for a moment please.’

Todoroki complies without question, and watches as she takes it and places it on her abdomen above her uniform.

‘As hot as you can go,’ she says, ‘without burning my uniform. Please.’

Todoroki has no idea what’s going on, but he does as she asks. The effect is almost immediate- her breathing evens out, her eyes focus again, her body stops jerking in pain. It’s almost like she’s been sedated.

After nearly 2 minutes of sitting in silence, she gently takes Todoroki’s hand and places it on his own knee. She sits up gingerly and wipes away her tears, smearing some of the blood on her cheeks instead. Todoroki watches her carefully, ready to step in if she asks for help.

‘What happened?’

Momo looks at him with sad eyes. ‘It’s just my period cramps Todoroki. I’m ok, I’ll be alright.’

Todoroki quirks a brow. ‘You’re not ok Yaoyorozu, even I can tell just by looking at you.’

Momo is about to voice another protest when the door to the stairwell bursts open. Bakugou and Kirishima walk through with vending machine drinks in their hands and stop when they spot the pair on the floor.

‘Yaomomo?’ Kirishima shouts, running towards them. Bakugou trails just behind, eyebrows furrowed.

Momo plasters a smile on her face, trying to hide her bloodied hand.

‘What happened?’ Kirishima yells, crouching down with a concerned look in his eyes.

‘I-‘

‘She said it’s period cramps,’ Todoroki interrupts. In all honesty, he never grew up around his mother or his sister, so he has limited knowledge of periods in general. But with that limited knowledge also came the lack of a stigma towards periods in general. He doesn’t think anything of talking about it.

Kirishima’s concerned look melts into one of sad understanding.

‘Oh man,’ he says, ‘that sucks Yaomomo. They’re that bad, huh?’

Momo keeps her smile in place. ‘Really, I’m fine, it’s nothing I cannot handle, I’m ok-‘

A hand, absurdly gentle, pulls her bloodied one away from where she’s hiding it. Momo startles when she sees Bakugou holding her hand, giving her a tight look. He drops it gently and sighs. With a grunt, Bakugou sits down next to her, back leaning into the wall. Kirishima sits cross legged in front of her while Todoroki sits on her other side.

‘My old hag,’ Bakugou grumbles, ‘has period pains. More like period torture, I guess. She threw up every month on the first day. She’d have dark circles from the lack of sleep, and she’d slap hot water bags to her stomach 24/7. She even burned the skin there a few times. Painkillers didn’t do shit, there were no surgical options, not even birth control made much of a dent. She’d just grit her teeth and bare it every month.’

Momo listens silently, her hands slowly unclenching.

‘My moms,’ Kirishima pitches in, ‘are pretty chill with it. Well, Mama’s get really bad sometimes, but mom is usually ok. I’ve seen them bring each other ice-cream or squeeze each other’s shoulders. They sync up a lot too! Mama would always tell me to be nicer to mom, and mom would always tell me to give mama a kiss. They’re both so manly when they battle their periods every month.’ He offers Momo a gentle smile.

Todoroki hums. ‘I admit, I don’t know much beyond the biological part of it. But from what I can see, Yaoyorozu, this isn’t very normal, is it? This level of pain?’

Momo sighs, brushing away the fresh tears welling up in her eyes.

‘I, between my quirk and my genes, I have received the shorter end of the stick. Of course, I have looked into treatments. There’s nothing I can fix with surgery, and painkillers are usually ineffective. I have tried birth control measures, but they interfere with my quirk.’

Momo looks up at the ceiling. ‘I don’t think we talk about this enough, about heroes that menstruate. I can’t stop being a hero on the days I have my period, but sometimes, I’m in so much pain I can’t see straight. I-‘ she sucks in a stuttering breath ‘-I don’t know what to do sometimes. I want to stand on equal footing with my peers.’

Bakugou scoffs. ‘You shitting me? You’re top of the class, your quirk can make fucking canons, you tutored our fuckwit classmates into not failing miserably, and you did it all through this shit? What part of that is not equal with your peers?’

Kirishima nods in agreement. ‘I mean, Mina has some cramps too, so I usually bring her hot water bags when she asks. I read somewhere that spinach is great for period health, so I make us both protein shakes with spinach and banana! She says it helps.’

‘The iron in spinach must be beneficial,’ Momo muses, her face breaking into the first genuine smile of the day. ‘I usually up my iron intake as well. It does help.’

‘You’re right though,’ Todoroki adds, eyebrows furrowed, ‘we don’t talk enough about heroes that menstruate. Plus, the fact that you can’t seem to find a way to manage your pain without it affecting your life is proof that they haven’t put much thought into it, isn’t it?’

Bakugou grunts in agreement. ‘My hag volunteers at women’s shelters and tries to raise funds for pain meds and hygiene supplies and shit. It’s ridiculous. All of that shit should be free. No one asks to have a period every month.’

‘We can change that though,’ Kirishima pipes in, always the voice of positivity. ‘Look at the four of us, talking about it! Yaomomo, I’m sorry.’

Momo blinks, ‘What for Kirishima?’

‘For not noticing! You must’ve been in so much pain all this time, huh? I’m sorry for not noticing and doing more.’

Momo feels something cold press against her arm. She looks down to see Bakugou pushing his unopened drink into her elbow.

‘Take it, staying hydrated helps with the cramps.’ He stands up and brushes his pants. ‘Think you can stand?’

Momo takes a sip of the drink, relishing the cold fizzy burn as it slides down her throat. She takes a deep breath and stands, stumbling a little before catching herself. Todoroki steadies her around the elbow.

‘Can we take you to recovery girl?’

Momo smiles warmly. ‘I’ve been already. We’ve been working together on some remedies. It’ll take time, but I hope we can come up with something.’ Momo hums. ‘I should put more work into this. I can’t be the only hero that faces such bad period pains.’

‘That’s so manly Yaomomo!’ Kirishima beams. ‘I’m kinda dumb so I don’t think I can help with the research but let me know if there’s anything else I can do.’

Momo giggles into the back of her hand and they start moving towards class together. As they reach the top of the stairs another bout of cramps settles into her gut, and she clenches the railing with a white knuckled grip.

The boys stand around, guarding her, supporting her, giving her small smiles and reassuring nods. Todoroki offers her his hand again, and she quickly makes a heating pad and hands it to him, so she can continue to use it during class. Bakugou urges her to drink more water, and Kirishima keeps telling her how manly she is.

When they get to class, everyone crowds around her and she laughs softly, promising to explain everything later. The rest of the day passes by with little incident, and throughout it all, Todoroki takes the heating pad from her, heats it up and hands it back, hour after hour.

They talk about it in the dorms after class, and recounting her episode opens the floodgates for all the girls.

‘I get really bad migraines,’ Uraraka sighs, rubbing at her temples as if in anticipation. ‘It makes the nausea from my quirk even more unbearable.’

Jirou nods. ‘I get you. I have leg cramps, makes it impossible to use my legs during heartbeat surround. The speakers are too painful to use, and I’m never as stable as I’d like to be.’ She gives Kirishima a pointed look. ‘I’ll join you at the gym next time, teach me some leg moves. I want to get stronger.’ Kirishima gives her a huge thumbs up and a blinding grin.

‘My back gives out sometimes,’ Mina says. ‘I have this pain that burns in my lower back on a few occasions, it’s the worst.’

‘I don’t have a lot of physical symptoms,’ Hagakure pipes in, ‘but I do have PMS and depressive episodes. I’ve been trying to figure out a good med balance to fix it.’ All the girls nod at that, squeezing her arms and shoulders in silent support.

The teachers are brought into the loop too, and Aizawa gently berates Momo for not coming to him sooner.

‘We’re here to help,’ he says, eyes the gentlest she’s ever seen. ‘Learn to rely on your teachers more, will you? Such troublemakers , the lot of you.’

Momo makes hot packs for the girls after that, and the teachers don’t blink when one of them passes it to Todoroki in the middle of class as the boy just heats it the appropriate amount before passing it back without so much as a hiccup in his work.

Bakugou sends Momo articles and tips from his mom about pain management and dealing with cramps. He says it’s because he wants her to be in top condition when he beats her for #1, otherwise it won’t, in his eloquent words, mean jack shit. Momo tries some stuff out, happily surprised when her symptoms are even the slightest bit reduced. Kirishima offers to make them all spinach shakes, and they take him up on that every so often, complimenting his limited cooking abilities.

And on the days Momo is back on the bathroom floor heaving into the toilet, Jirou holds her hair back. Mina cuddles her on the couch when her hands are clenched as she bites back tears, and Ojiro sits by her feet, a reassuring presence to depend on if she ever needs something.

They’ve still got a long way to go as a society, but it’s a start. And a damn good one at that.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha: thicker than blood #momo yaoyorozu #todoroki shouto #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #class 1a headcanons #so today in thicker than blood #lets talk periods!#there's no talk of blood or anything #it's more about period cramps #and how period pain manifests in different but very painful ways #i've thought about this a lot you know?#like the female heroes can't just take a few days off every month on their period but they'd still be in so much pain #and in my country period products are still taxed as luxury items which is a load of fucking horsecrap #i have feelings about this because my own periods are pretty shite tbh #i just wanted to write about the boys actually caring #and having an open discussion about this #and give momo some love because she's actually great???

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marsofaries · 4 years ago

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Noticing You {Bakugou Katsuki x Reader}

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cursing (its Bakugou lmao)

Summary: You thought he didn’t see you. That’s just when he started to notice you.

Notes: fem!Reader, shy!kind!Reader, Fluff, like a smidge of angst, happy ending

You weren’t quite sure when it started... or why. It was your hyper-awareness for the one and only Bakugou Katsuki. He was, at first glance, just an overconfident jerk who couldn’t control his temper. But, that wasn’t truly him. Or at least you thought so.

He was kind. Not in the conventional kind of way— nothing about him was conventional. But you watched as he would leave a cup of coffee in the morning for Kaminari, claiming he had made too much. Or how he would place a blanket over Mina when she fell asleep in the common room. Or how he would stay up late just to play video games with Kirishima and Sero, even though he just complained the whole time.

Each little action just proved to you that he was different from what others thought.

Not only was he kind, but he was funny. You loved the little nicknames he gave everyone, laughing every time they came from his mouth. You never interacted with Bakugou, so sadly you didn’t have one. You often wondered what it would be.

And don’t forget that he was attractive! You couldn’t understand how people forgot this little fact. Yes he had a temper, but goddamn was he was fine. His soft blond spikes, his volcanic red eyes, and his taunt yet lean muscles. Everything just screamed ‘Greek God’ right at you.

Still, you knew he would never really see you. You might as well as have Hagakure’s quirk. You were quiet, always keeping to yourself. Quite like Todoroki, in a way. Although you smiled more, always trying to make each class member feel worthy of themselves. Some called you the “class therapist” which you thought was hilarious. It was derived from the fact that you always listened to what your comrades had to say, letting them rant about their problems and often giving reassuring advice.

“Stop! You’re going to make me have to have a therapy session with (Y/L/N)-chan.” Kaminari pouted from across the common room. You were observing Bakugou, as usual, hiding behind a thick book and a wool blanket on the couch. You knew that it would probably be seen as creepy, but you didn’t think it was like that. It was kind of like reading a book, how you spectate over the character and the story, becoming apart of the adventure— whether you were in the book or not.

Your head popped up at the mention at your name, having spaced out. It was a bad habit of your’s.

“Who the fuck is that?” Bakugou yelled, smacking the back of the electric boy’s head. A small huff of amusement escaped you. You knew he didn’t see you.

“Dude! She’s right there.” Kaminari hissed, digging an elbow into Bakugou’s side. Vermillion eyes darted to yours, and your heart skipped a beat. A soft smile adorned your face as you gave him a gentle wave. A small blush brushed over your cheekbones, not liking being the center of attention. You glanced back down at your book, curling your fingers tightly around the edges.

“See! She’s cute, right?” Denki shouted excitedly, quickly followed by an ‘oof’ noise. You assumed that he got punched.

~~~~

You pulled your hand back under the roof, pouting lightly. It was raining... and it didn’t seem that it was going to stop very soon.

It was the end of the school day and class had ended a couple of hours ago. You were scouring the library shelves for a new book, staying longer that you intended. And now you were stuck here, unless you wanted to get soaked getting to the dorms.

You decided to walk around a bit, exploring the empty halls of the school. Wandering aimlessly, you had found that the school had a swimming pool, an anime club, and even an indoor tennis court. You peered out the window and huffed. It was still pouring.

Sighing, you peeked your head into another door, looking for a nice place to curl up and read your newest book. Your breath caught in your throat as your froze in the frame of the double doors. A massive gym greeted you, as well as one completely unaware Bakugou Katsuki.

The explosive blond was going to town on a worn punching bag, drops of sweat rolling down his tanned neck. You watched in some sort of flustered awe as the muscles of his arms tensed and contracted while his eyebrows furrowed in determination. This boy was truly gorgeous.

Not wanting to be caught, you slowly took a step back, yet squeaked as your hip bumped the frame of the door. As if that wasn’t enough, two of the theee book you had clutched to your chest slipped from your grasp, thudding loudly against the floor.

You dropped to your knees immediately— hoping, praying that by some miracle Bakugou hadn’t heard you. Maybe his music was loud enough...

“What the fuck are you doing here?” A sudden shout rang out, causing your head to snap up.

“Oh... hi, Bakugou-kun.” You stated shyly from your spot on the floor. You refused to look at him, keeping your eyes solely on the books you had just gathered. Bakugou fell silent, and you used that opportunity to get back to your feet.

You glanced back up to him, a light blush on your face. You weren’t the only one. Bakugou’s face had a slight flush— his hand gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly, right over his chest.

“Um, I’m sorry— I didn’t mean to bother you. I was, uh, just wandering around, because— you know, the rain, and....” You rambled on, gesturing softly towards the windows. A grunt of understanding interrupted you, making you look back at the blond. The blond that you had a crush on.

“You don’t have an umbrella.” Bakugou stated, staring out towards the pouring rain. He ran a hand through his hair roughly, turning away to hide the heat in his cheeks.

You watched in confusion as Bakugou ruffled though a plain black duffel bag.

“Catch.”

You yelped as you shot a hand towards the flying object, hoping not to drop it.

It was a little red umbrella. Your heart skipped a beat.

“But what about you?” You looked up in concern, keeping eye contact for the first time since your meeting. You didn’t want Bakugou to be out in the rain, especially if he could catch a cold.

“I’ll be fine.” He answered gruffly, placing his earbuds back where they belong. You sighed, knowing that it wasn’t up for debate.

“Thank you.” You whispered with a red face and a pounding heart, even though you knew he wouldn’t hear you.

~~~

Something felt off.

Since the moment you stepped into that classroom, it felt like you were being watched. It wasn’t uncomfortable— or anything like that... just... off. You shrugged it off as you just being crazy.

You had left the umbrella at Bakugou’s door last night, as well as a little ‘thank you’ note. You hoped the hearts weren’t too much.

Pulling a book out on your desk, you jumped into your latest story. It was about a prince of magic, lost in a pre-quirk Earth. The prince had just landed when a small nudge to your shoulder startled you.

Your eyes were quick to find Yaoyorozu and Hagakure in front of you, small giggles errupting from the latter.

“Oh, hello girls!” You smiled, not at all displeased from being pulled from your book. You brushed a lock of your hair behind your ear, curious of the sudden interruption.

“Don’t look now, (Y/L/N)-chan, but—”

“Bakugou has been staring at you for the past ten minutes!” Hagakure squealed, interupping Yaoyorozu.

“I just wanted to warn you, in case you did something to make him mad—”

“Momo-Chan! Are you blind? Those are eyes of love!” Hagakure sang. You watched in confusion as the two continued to argue, wondering what in the world they were talking about.

Your eyes drifted over to the said blond, freezing as a vermillion stare immediately pinned you down. The girls were correct— you were being stared at. Bakugou’s eyes were shamelessly boring into your’s, making a deep flush crawl up your neck. He didn’t look angry perhaps— but confused, calculating. What threw you off, however, was the light blush kissing the top of his tanned cheeks.

Your eyes immediately flashed back down to your book, heart beating a million miles per minute. What was going on? Oh, how you wished your quirk was telepathy.

“I’m telling you! It’s looooovvve!”

~~~

A light breeze ruffled your jacket, making you pull it closer to your body. It was a Saturday evening, and you were just grateful for the break in training. Aizawa-sensei had been tougher than usual, and you were sure your muscles were about to give out.

You decided that a light walk around the town would be nice, reveling in the perfectly cool weather. A slight rumble emitted from your stomach, making you let out a small laugh. A small stop wouldn’t hurt.

Aoki’s. You heard of that place! It was Bakugou’s favorite place to get spicy curry. You distinctly remember, because it was one of your first times truly seeing him. Your only thought at the time was ‘of course Bakugou likes spicy food.’

Still, your mind had cataloged that moment, and here you were walking straight up to the counter.

Walking out with two spicy curries in hand (one with extra peppers), your brain hit a snag. You had ordered Bakugou some without even thinking about it. How would you give it to him? You weren’t even considered friends. What if he already ate? Would he think you were stalking him?

These meddling thoughts brought you all the way back to the dorm, still devoid of any solution. It’s not like you never surprised your friends with little gifts. Just last week you had given Midoriya a little All Might keychain. But this was different. Bakugou was your crush. Plus, you only spoke to him once!

At this point, you were thinking of just throwing the extra box in the fridge, maybe put a note with his name on it. Sighing, you opened the door, a sour expression on your face. It sucked having social anxiety.

“Hey, (Y/L/N)-chan!”

You yelped at the sudden greeting, confronted with a cheeky Ashido.

“Oh, hello.” You smiled, a bit surprised.

“Whatcha doing?” Mina questioned, dragging you in by your free arm. You yelped at the sudden tug, being pulled all the way over to the pair of couches in the common room.

“Ah, well— nothing important. Do you need anything, Ashido-chan?” You stuttered as you were dragged along. Mina had always been a bit.... enthusiastic, but you didn’t mind.

“Well, we were wondering—” Mina gestured over to the seats, and that’s when you took notice of your classmates. “—if you’ll hang out with us?”

The Bakusquad were all spread out, snack and sodas littered amongst the floor. You heart skipped a beat as you caught sight of the object of your affections grumbling angrliy to Kaminari.

“I’d—”

“Can’t your raccoon eyes see that she was going to eat?” Bakugou suddenly cut you off, glaring hastily at the girl beside you. You watched in confusion as Kirishima and Sero shared knowing looks.

“Ah, it’s okay, Bakugou-kun! Well... I— mean, unless you don’t want me to, then I—”

“OI, WHEN THE FUCK DID I SAY THAT?” The blond sneered, avoiding eye contact with you. You looked down at your shoes, a small smile engraved on your lips. He was such a tsundere.

“Oooo, (Y/N)-chan! Is that two takeout boxes? You don’t have a secret boyfriend, do you?” Sero drew out mischievously. You watched in confusion as Bakugou suddenly tensed.

“Wha— no I don’t!” You vigorously denied, a deep blush on your face.

“Oh, she so does!” Kaminari yelled, throwing an elbow into Bakugou’s side. “Who is it? Tokoyami? Ojiro?”

“Oh, maybe Todoroki?” Mina chimed in. You sputtered noncoherently, desperately trying to clear up the misunderstanding. One, it was embarrassing. Two, you didn’t see your classmates (besides Bakugou) that way. Three, you didn’t want your crush to be thinking that you already had a significant other.

“Hey guys, I don’t think it’s very manly to—”

“Midoriya?” Sero yelled, adding to the chaos. You were feverently throwing your hands around, desperately trying to get them to stop. Also, you didn’t think Bakugou liked how loud they were being, judging by the silent, murderous glare.

“Ah shit, it must a girlfriend then!” Kaminari exclaimed, eliciting a laugh from the other three of the squad.

“No! It’s for Bakugou!” You suddenly exclaimed, tired of their teasing. The room immediately went silent as your word vomit sunk in. Crap.

If your face wasn’t on fire before... it was now.

“...What?”

The question came from the blond himself, his eyebrows up to his hairline. You shyly pulled the box marked ‘extra peppers’ out, sliding it gently across the coffee table.

“I, uh, saw Aoki’s, and I know it’s your favorite, and spicy curry is your favorite— always with extra peppers— with a side of rice,” You were talking and you couldn’t stop. Everything you said just stared to sound worse and worse— plainly laying your infactuation out in the open for all to see. “So, I got you some— but you don’t have to eat it! I should have asked— sorry.”

You reached to grab the box back, but it was snatched away before you could. Your eyes immediately flashed up to vermillion ones, surprised when you noted the flush along Bakugou’s tanned skin.

“Did I say I didn’t want it?” He scoffed, face a dark red.

“No.” You said softly, looking down at your fumbling fingers.

“Then I’ll take it!”

~~~

It’s been about a week since the little curry inscident, but no one said anything. You were suddenly so glad for your smart, yet extremely dense classmates. Or well, you hoped so. Everyday, scarlet eyes bore holes into your back... and everyday, your heart would beat a little faster.

Not only that, but the Bakusquad hung around you a lot more than usual. You were friends with about everyone in the class, but you weren’t really close with that friend group. For some ever reason, they decided to change that.

You walked down the halls, bag clutched in hand. Mina had told you that Kirishima had wanted to talk to you in the classroom. You weren’t sure what for, but you’d always listen if someone needed an ear. Her and Sero’s mischievous giggles were a little off putting, to be honest.

“Come on, dude! Just admit it! You are so whipped!” You heard a familiar cheery voice yell.

“Yeah, man! Confessing would be so manly! I can see it now.” Another person said, followed by a dramatic sniffle. You were hella confused now. Mina said Kirishima needed to talk to you? And now there was Kirishima, Kaminari, and another person.

“FUCK NO!” Oh, so the other person was Bakugou.

Wait... was Bakugou going to confess to someone?

You felt your heart immediately shatter, pulling your bag up to your chest. So he did have someone he liked. You could only bet how amazing they were. They would have to be the best. As soon as your crush had developed, you knew that your heart would end up in two. This was Bakugou you’re talking about. He was only focused on being number one. And if there was an off chance he developed a crush, it would have to be someone absolutely incredible.

Someone who wasn’t you.

Still, you forced a smile. You weren’t going to hold him back. You never would.

“Come on, man! I’m tired of see you googling (Y/L/N)-chan and grumbling about her all the time. Just ask her out already!”

You froze. The person Bakugou liked... was you?

Your face suddenly lit up, your heart beating faster than it ever had before.

Bakugou liked you.

Your face was million different shades of red, your fingers curled tight around your bag. What do you say? What do you do? Do you just... walk in there? Confess?

“SHUT UP, DUNCE-FACE! Even if I did confess— WHICH I WON’T, she wouldn’t even like me anyways..... she is her, and I’m, well, me.” Bakugou trailed off. Your heart broke. Never once had you ever heard Bakugou sound so... defeated. He sounded so unsure of himself. You hated it.

“Aw man, don’t be like that. We’re sure (Y/L/N)-chan likes you.” Kirishima said soothingly. You heard Bakugou scoff.

“Ah, the beast fell in love with the beauty. Poor (Y/L/N).” You heard Kaminari say, followed by a loud smack. “Dude! That hurt!”

You couldn’t help the small giggle that erupted from your lips. You loved your friends and their crazy antics.

Crap.

The three within the classroom went silent, having definitely heard your giggle. You yelped as the door was suddenly pulled open to reveal a smirking Kirishima, a smug-looking Kaminari, and an absolutely furious Bakugou Katsuki.

Your face burned at the sudden reveal, but you gave a gentle wave anyway.

“Well, we’re just gonna head out...” Kaminari trailed off, giving you a wink as he squeezed past you. Kirishima followed him, flashing you a blinding smile and a thumbs up. This left you all alone... with your crush... that likes you back.

“Hello, Bakugou-kun.” You mumbled shyly, eyes locked on his. His entire face was red and he kept clenching his fists over and over again. He was no doubt planning the murders of his friends for their little set-up.

“How long... How long were you just fucking standing there?” Bakugou snarled, doing everything to avoid eye-contact. Of course he had chosen to become angry. It was easier for him, than the molten embarrassment— that was no doubt bubbling in his chest.

You pulled at the strings of your bag, suddenly feeling embarrassed for him. “Um... since you started talking about your crush.”

“Of fucking course.” He growled, running a shaky hand threw his hair. “Of fucking course you heard it all... Look, just forget that shit, okay? I won’t be fucking weird or anything to you.”

You frowned and put your bag down, slowly walking up to him. He had his eyes on the floor, not seeing you approach.

“Hey...” You mumbled as you placed gentle hands on his cheeks. He jumped at the sudden sensation, his vermillion eyes darting to yours.

“Wha—”

“I like you, Bakugou. A lot. I have for awhile now.” You weren’t exactly sure why, but you felt confident. Maybe because you knew he liked you back, or maybe it was because he just seemed so shy in the moment. Whatever it was, you were grateful for it.

“You... you like me?” A small smile bloomed on the boy’s face, and your heart stuttered. You had never seen such a look on Bakugou’s face. It was gorgeous. “You like me!” He laughed.

Muscled arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, picking you up. You yelped at the suddenly lift, but it soon turned into a large laugh. Bakugou began spinning you around, a large crooked smile on his face.

“She fucking likes me!” He kept chanting as he twirled you around. You placed your hands lightly on the nape of his neck, smiling as you looked down at his face. Bakugou slowed to a stop, and gently lowered you back to the ground.

“You like me.” He grinned, all toothy and crooked. It was perfect.

“Yeah, I do.” You smiled, hands unmoving from his neck. Bakugou placed large hands on your waist, making sure to hold you flush against his chest.

“Of course you fucking do, I’m amazing.” He snorted.

You laughed at the sudden change of tone, looking deep into his entrancing, vermillion eyes. You gently curled your fingers into the soft blond at the nape of his neck, smiling brightly.

You liked Bakugou, and he liked you.

Suddenly, you were so glad to have noticed him.

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anaiswriterr · 4 years ago

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last christmas

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Rating: T

Last Christmas by Wham!

↷ SYNOPSIS: Five fucking years of a relationship down the drain when Shoto decided to call it quits, leaving you colder than the ice he produced. Last Christmas left you underneath the mistletoe with a bottle of eggnog staring off into space as others partied with their significant others for Christmas. But what happens when next Christmas you no longer are as cold as ice and is under the arm of another pro hero? Can Shoto get you back?

- mha december special part three -

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It’s the silence between the two of you that tells you, it’s truly over.

The relationship has finally crumbled into nothing but empty promises, and lost memories that’ll never be saved.

“So that’s it, five years and we’re done?” You mumble, biting back your bottom lip stopping it from quivering. His response is just a simple nod, his hands pressed hard into the back pockets of his jeans. You search his eyes, for something that tells you to fight back. But his mumbled, “I’m sorry.” Is all it takes for you to flush down the speech you have mentally prepared and wave the white flag in defeat. You shrug, looking back into the hallways where the agency holiday party took place. Could this really not wait at home?

“Is there anything I could do to change your mind, Sho?”

You blink back away the tears that desperately want to fall, refusing to cry in front of your coworkers, the corner the both of you were in grew hot. Your sweater feels tight around your neck, you watch as Shoto shrugs his shoulders. “This wasn’t supposed to happen.. but work is getting dangerous. We have different perspectives of life-“

“You think I didn’t know I was dating a hero?” You seethe taking small sips of your beverage, eyeing his apologetic figure, bullshit, his hands stuffed deep into his back pockets and his duo colored hair frame his face. You want to scream and shout out him, but arguing at a Christmas party was something you didn’t find much interest in right about now. It wouldn’t fix anything - it would only cause a scene. You shrug, “Fine, if that’s what you want. I’ll stay the night at Uraraka and Deku’s, I’ll be back for my stuff in the morning.” Taking in a heavy sip of alcohol from your red solo cup, watching Shoto nod.

“I’m really sorry-“

“Don’t.” You place your hand on his chest, stopping his movement from moving towards you. You didn’t want a hug or kiss goodbye, “I’m gonna go enjoy the rest of my night, you, can go home and pack my bags.” You pat his chest looking up from your teary eyelashes that clumped together. It just had to be this night, of all places, of all times.

Getting dumped the day before Christmas sure was a way to enter the New Year. Well, you shrug, downing the last of your alcoholic beverage in search for the brunette. “There’s a first for everything.”

And well... you guess this would be the story of how you got your heartbroken on Christmas Eve.

***

Last Christmas, you were left colder than ice. Your five year relationship frozen in time as you searched for apartments near the area. Close enough to work and far away from Shoto - he offered to stay at a hotel, even to leave himself. But you didn’t want anything from him, you wanted no lingering scents of the duel quirk user.

Who even breaks up with someone the night before Christmas!?

Irritated with life you settled down in a small cute apartment, washing your clothes to fade his warm scent of cinnamon mixed with the cool base of mint, mixing detergent and softener to mask his presence. Adopted a rescue dog to make the apartment seem more livelier - despite the scattered tissues and running mascara you were fine.

Just fine.

You look around your bedroom, snuggling beside your dog, Pebbles, sighing in irritation and wiping away the eye boogers that sat on the inner corners of your eyelids. Tapping your face awake and staring at the empty bottle of wine beside you resting on your nightstand. “I’m just... fine.”

Crying.

Sadness. Completely normal emotions and feelings to stumble upon after a break up - considering the two of you have been together for quiet sometime it took you awhile to get used to sleeping alone. Although, Pebbles did accompany you into bed to spare warmth it still hurt reaching out to nothing but either fur or air. Repeating the same routine everyday for months, avoiding all hero news, and simply just grabbing your favorite cup of coffee and heading off to work.

A cycle that grew all too quite robotic quickly.

That is, until you met Samonri Kayeta.

A senior executive advisor for the technical company you worked for to help support heroes. You had bumped into him in the break room while your poured yourself another cup of coffee. His presence startling you and causing you to spill your Styrofoam cup onto your hand and all over the marble corner tops.

Apologizing profusely for the scare he handed you a paper towel immediately, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Kayeta apologized, pulling your hand forward dabbing away at the burn and gently ushering you to the sink. Running your palm under the cold water, he treats the burn.

This moment was only the beginning of the romantic relationship the both of you jumped into after only two months of dating. His apologies still remained when you bring up the first time the both of you met one another. Laughing his worries away.

Samonri wasn’t a hero.

In fact, he was actually born quirkless just like you.

And you were thankful for that fact, the hero life was just no longer a thing you planned to engage in. Seeing as your prior hero relationship didn’t end so well. Samonri wasn’t ever in the face of danger, he had no reason to protect you. So therefore excuses of a plausible breakup if things got bad never worried you. Between the both of you - nothing ever truly went bad. Of course couples argue, but the two of you never truly thought about breaking up.

And suddenly your cold heart, once frozen in time, thawed out from the warmth you found in another man.

***

Next Christmas, came faster then any other. An invitation to celebrate the engagement of both Izuku and Ochako to one another was received. The velvet invitation in your hand felt smooth as you handed it to Samonri - a small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, he nods. “Yeah, let’s go.” He urged.

It was a night event, semi formal and semi casual.

You held hands dearly with Samonri as you entered the hall, when a pair of eyes trail your frame. You can feel his heat from all the way across the hall, his freezing temperatures dueling with his molting heat. Todoroki, the new number three hero is staring daggers into the brown haired mans back. Your eyes meet his duel colored ones, it’s been months since you’ve stared back into those eyes.

“Are you okay, darling?”

You turn to face Samonri, ignoring the eyes on your back. His grip on your hand tightens lovingly, “Y-Yeah, of course.” You say breathlessly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you haven’t spoken to Todoroki since the day you finally moved out - were the two of you even on first name basis? He stood in a corner besides Ilda and Momo, he looks different. Much more serious, a lot more bruises and scars. You weren’t there to treat his wounds no more, but you were thankful, you never had to go frantically search for the first aid kit every other night - not anymore at least. You walk over to Izuku, who is standing with Bakugou and Kirishima near the bar toasting to the engagement.

You greet them normally, congratulating the two.

Your shoulders ease when the boring eyes finally peel off your back sending cool goosebumps up your skin ending at the base of your neck. Samonri is already long gone, lounging with Denki and Sero at the bar sipping on a couple drinks with his dress coat resting behind him. Meanwhile you found yourself wandering towards to the group of girls who celebrated in delight.

Uraraka’s smile growing larger with each passing second.

Your feet hurt from all the walking and dancing, laughing as Samonri twirled you one last time. “You think we should head back home? It’s getting late,” He says running his fingers through his dark wavy hair, pulling at his roots.

“Wanna wait in the car for a while, I’m just going to say good bye to everybody.”

He nods, pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead before digging into his jean pocket and pulling out his car keys; “I’ll wait for you.” His hand moves away from the small of your back as you watch him leave through the front door of the venue and into the hall where the elevator was.

“I should probably leave, Samonri and I have work in the morning; I love you both! Congratulations!” You hug the happy couple, walking off to bid goodbye to the others. Leaving the venue and into the elevator, you press the down button. Awaiting for the elevator to arrive to your level you didn’t even realize the sound of the party room door opening and slamming shut. The small ding pulls you out of your thoughts, the sliding doors open and you step in, pressing the first floor button watching as the doors close.

“Wait- Y/N!”

The elevator door opens wide as Todoroki squeezes himself in, he leans down to catch his breath. With your hand over you hand from the startle you blink in surprise. You cross your arms over your chest, turning your head away. “What do you want, Todoroki.”

“Y-you... didn’t say... hello..”

“You ran all this way - because I didn’t say hello?”

The door closes shut, and the elevator begins to descend down the floors. Changing numbers from six to three, Shoto reaches out for the emergency stop button. Pressing hard against its flat red surface, a small buzz goes off. Ringing in your ears you nearly had enough, “Todoroki! What are you doing?”

Your back is slammed into the wall, two arms charge in your body like a flightless bird. His hair is disheveled and his eyes are teary, you’ve never seen him in such distress. Your body presses hard onto the cold flat surface behind you and his warm breath reddens your neck. He is mumbling to himself, quietly, you barley catch a glimpse of it. “Todoroki..” he says. Your heart is pounding, drumming away at your rib cage it’s been months since you’ve seen him up and close. “That’s not my name..” he sighs, you arch a brow questioning his out of character behavior. “What are you saying-“

“It’s not my name.. you call me Shoto.. Sho-“

“That was then.”

“So it just means nothing to you?”

“You left me.”

It goes silent. His eyes search into yours, reaching out to the woman he remembers. You grow irritated. Annoyed by the situation wishing the elevator door would’ve just closed a little quicker, he left you. Not the other way around, “Remember, Shoto, you left me the day before Christmas.. what do you want from me?” The words finally set in, he looks up at you. Confused and enraged you push him away, “Don’t you remember? And you ran all this way for a hello?! What kinda bullshit- how stupid do you think I am!?” You argue, walking towards the buttons.

“What do you want from me, mister pro hero.”

He sighs, blocking your way from the buttons, stopping you in your tracks. “Does he make you happy?”

You blow a raspberry at him, “Yes, of course he does- now if you’ll excuse me he’s waiting for me in the parking lot-“

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you.” He huffs, pushing your hand away from the buttons. You squint your eyes in annoyance, “Oh please you’ve had plenty of times to talk to me, a simple hello or how are you would’ve been nice.” You lean back to cross your arms over your chest ignoring his longing gaze.

“Please,” he whispers, staring down onto the ground.

You sigh once more in defeat know he wouldn’t move, he was like that. He was serious about this, and when he’s serious there was no way he’d back down from it. Tilting your head, you allow him to get in his last words.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little too late?”

“Everything I did was always too late.. when I said I loved you, when I asked you out after two years of being friends - god I should’ve asked the moment I met you; or when I left you because I couldn’t handle the fact somebody, no, someone like you could ever love me the way you did. It was so much.”

He pushes away from the buttons and walks towards you slowly, backing you up into the wall. Your chest grows heavy at his words peering into his eyes that were hooded by his bangs.

“I don’t know why I’m here.. but I just couldn’t let you go without tell you, I’m sorry.. I love you.. and to please just come home.”

Home..

The apartment you and Shoto bought right after the two of you graduated High School; he was already interning to become a hero and you were just starting college. With only one flower pot to decorate, three picture frames and mattress. The two of you ate dinner on top of the kitchen counter laughing at the most idiotic things you could come up with. The one you spent five years in, cleaning his wounds, holding him after the hard days, settling him in warm baths to ease his tense muscles.

Home was the place the two of you discussed about a family.

Until last Christmas.. when he left you.

He presses the button on last time, allowing the elevator to continue its transit to the first floor. Look up to face you, you can finally see him clearly. His eyes, his face you once stared into lovingly.

You still loved him.

The elevator dings, opening up its metal doors yet you stand still for a while. He’s whispering, begging for you to stay, to not leave.

But the past can not effect your decision that Shoto Todoroki..

“I’m sorry, Todoroki. I wish you well.” You step out, clutching hard onto your purse. Refusing to look back at his defeated body, his expression would merely kill you. Leaving the venue in a hurry searching for Samonri.

His car is parked just around the corner, his tall frame smiles at you with his arms crossed leaning on the trunk; he waves you over. You speed walk towards him, “Hey babe,” he places a small kiss onto your forehead tenderly, noticing your face of sadness he cups your cheeks, “What’s wrong?”

was indeed your past.

You shake your head of the thoughts of the pro hero you once cleaned up in the dead of nights away; focusing on your now. His gentle features, his intentions clear as day. For so long you choked on smoke and ice.. smiling at him.

Goodbye, Sho..

“Nothing.. lets go home.”

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Authors note: Who said this would be a cute fluff fic? I did, which obviously didn’t work out. Why? Because it just wasn’t realistic and wouldn’t make sense to just magically make the reader forgive him and leave someone who is perfectly capable of being with the reader seeing as he helped pick up the broken pieces left behind. Anyways. Honestly. I’m fucking tired, I’m sorry it took so long to get this out. Should of been out like a week ago, but so much has happened and I’ve been just all over the place, I have Winter blues and it’s hard to get through this. I just got a job too, it feels like I have no right to feel this way. People have it so much worse, but everyday I just really hate it here. I got all A’s, amazing friends and it’s like fuck people don’t even have what I have so it feels wrong for me to feel this way. But ig it is what it is. Sorry guys, updates soon.

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