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𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

ᵇᵃᵏᵘᵍᵒ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Summary: After being kidnapped bakugo finds comfort within your presence until he can’t anymore.

angst

ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ

ᴸᵒˢᵗ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ. He was scared, petrified even. He didn't know if it would be possible to recover. He was traumatised and it scared him how bad this was effecting him and his ability to reach number one. If he could get scared this easily was he really worthy of becoming a Pro hero?

ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁿᵒᵗⁱᶜᵉᵈ. Everyone had their eyes on him and he hated it. He was suppose to be strong. He had a reputation but he felt himself shrink under each gaze he fell under because everyone noticed the fear that surrounded him except you.

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵒˡᵈ. Its been over months and he felt like he couldn't face the world. To him everything was falling apart. He felt like everyone was against him except you.

ᴬˡˡ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ. So he spent the majority of his time at in his dorm room and the weekend at home. Even his own mother began to worry about the boy and it was unusual for her to do so. She tried to talk to him but he never responded to the small talk she would start when she brought his laundry to him. He would just shrug and get back to reading but he felt different when it was you. ('ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿ' ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ)

ᴹᵃʸ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗ. Was he being dramatic? It wasn't his intention to so why did he feel the need to act like this. Like some sad little extra who lost a fight. He wasn't some extra, he was Katsuki Bakugo. The king explosion Murder. He didn't need the pity or have to time to be sad. He had a goal to reach and he would turn to you when he felt like it was getting further from his reach.ᴵ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡᵒˢᵗ ⁱᵗ

ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʳⁱᵉᵈ ᵀᵒ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ. Were things ever going to get back to normal? Or did he just have to blow up everyone till they lost their sight. Until he wasn’t the hot topic anymore. All they would do was whisper amongst each other while he walked down the halls. Or go easy on him while he sparred complaing about how they didn't want to hurt him. Suddenly he was a brittle piece of glass, even a push of wind would blow him away but he felt you would be there to catch him.

ᴺᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ. But not you. Never you. Even before he was kidnapped you would always ask him to teach you some moves and help you with studying and skills. Like he was a role model that you looked up to. That hasn't changed. Now whenever he walked into class his eyes would land on yours first and watched as your face turn from a bored expression to the biggest smile he had ever seen plastered on your face. Even bigger than before. Almost like, you were grateful he was here.

ᵂⁱˢʰ ⁱᵗ ʷᵉʳᵉⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʳᵘᵉ. He didn't like the attention he got but when it was you. He hated it. He hated having you seeing him in this state. He wanted to hide somewhere you would never find him but you always did. But something about the way you looked at him was different. When he would make eye contact with your gaze, he wish he could drown in them. It was like it was a safe space for him. Just for him and he hated it just as much as he hated you.

ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᴵ. So he cancelled your Sunday study sessions and went home for the weekend. Did you care? nope. Your knuckles bruised against his family home door as you'd wait to be let in by his mom who would always welcome you with a warm hug. She would lead you to his room and close the door behind her as she left you two to stay in the silence Bakugo was already drowning in. Some days you would sit in his chair and do your study sessions without speaking at all and other days you would lay on his bed and talk about anything that came across your mind. You never realised because you were so deep into speaking your thoughts out loud that he was actually watching you with his back against his head board. He would pretend to be nose deep into the book he was reading but in reality he was knees deep into the flower filled garden your voice led him to. Made him feel like as long as you were there nothing could go wrong. (ᴵ'ᵈ ᵏⁱⁿᵈᵃ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱᶠ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗ. Until he felt like an addict. On the Sundays you wouldn't come and he felt worried. Did you get bored of him? Did your payment stop coming in to babysit him? Did you find someone else to manipulate with your stupid smile. On Sundays when you would come over the two of you would catch the last train back to U.A after having dinner with his family. But not for the past few weeks. He started from waiting in his room with the door slightly open for the little knocks you would throw and his mothers outbursts of excitement to have you over to waiting in the living room closer to the door to hear your little steps walk up to his house. To stop waiting at all. ('ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ)

ᴹᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ. He had half the mind to take you back to his home and keep you in his room forever. It made him feel very weird. He never understood why he felt like this. In school you acted fine. Ate lunch with him and his friends while laughing obnoxiously loud that would make every head turn towards your table. Maybe thats what made him tolerate you. Your need to not give a care in the world to what was happening around you. He never realised when the feeling of being around you made him feel safe started. Maybe it was when your face was the first one he saw after being trapped for hours. You busted through those doors without any trouble and knocked down whatever came between your mission to save him. He always knew about your ambition to become a pro hero. To you being a hero didn't come with ranks. A hero is a hero. No matter how many villains you defeat or civilians you save. It was about the intention you stride with. To make the world a better place and make people feel safe. Thats just what you did to him. You made his world a better place and you made him feel safer with every moment you spent by his side.

ᵀᵃᵏᵉ ᵒᵘʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. He felt the distance that was coming between you with every second that passed. You sat beside him in class and every morning would bite his ear off with random words that came out your mouth to form sentences. He would never make sense of them though because he was busy watching you wave your hands around as you talked so passionately or watching your facial expressions as your judgement face would gossip about those around you. But everything stopped. He would walk into class and you would even look up from that stupid phone in your hand. Once he sat down beside you, you would whisper a sweet good morning without even making eye contact. He never replied but he needed to see your eyes. Have your eyes looking at him and making him feel safe. So one morning when you were busy, eyes glued to the device in your hand. He managed to grunt a quick hello before you. He watched your head flick up and whip around to watch him put his bag down and plop into his seat. Your smile made the apples on your cheek rise, head tilted you returned the phrase and went back onto your phone. He wanted to grab your chair and make you look at him directly and yell the top of his lungs about how you made him feel like an idiot but he chose not to. He chose to watch you scroll on your phone and occasionally aggressively type a few words. Your own hand came up and tucked a few strands behind your ear, something he always wanted to do. This gave him a clear view of your side profile. He noticed your bottom lips in between your teeth and how your brows would furrow when you got confused about something. This became a routine. Every morning he would come into class and greet you then lay his head on his hand and sit there staring at you until Aizawa came in. It was hard not to notice the hot head beside you boring into your soul but you chose to ignore it. Not wanting to cause anymore pain.

ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉ. To your surprise it was an emotion the two of you had in common. It was the first day that Bakugo had walked into class and noticed a huge circle of students around your desk. He stopped in his tracks. Only the worst coming to mind. He pushed past the crowd to see about a dozen of gift bags addressed to each student in the class. The students felt it was best to wait till a grown up came and explained what was going on. He sat in his own desk beside yours. His head turned to the bags and one caught his eye. It had his name written in that crazy font of your own handwriting. He would always get mad at you because he never could understand what you wrote. When Aizawa had entered the class with the principle he knew something had gone wrong. The class was told about you. How you just picked up and left without even looking at him properly for the last time. Apparently your parents thought it would be best to get you out of a dangerous place for your own safety. Bakugo scoffed. He could just imagine the fight you put up and the arguments you had to try and stay. He knew you.

ᴵᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃⁿᵉ ᶠˡʸ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜⁱᵗʸ ᵉˣᶜⁱᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ.

He went home that evening. With the stupid gift bag you left for everyone. Couldn't even make him feel special. Made him feel like everyone else. He sat in his room and looked at the sparkling red bag in front of him. He sighed before he took it in his lap and looked inside. A note, how convenient, along with a box, hand cream and a hoodie that you had taken from him a while back. As he pulled the items out a smell came along with it, your smell. He opened the box and took out a polaroid picture you put into it. It was a picture of him sitting at his desk in the classroom and you behind him with a smile he hadn't seen for weeks. Your arms were laced around his shoulders and your chin resting on his head. Which led him to look at himself. His usual normal scowl and eyebrows joined together in annoyance. He remembered Kirishima taking this picture a few days prior to the incident. He remembered the days he felt like a king, like a leader of the pack and now he felt like someone who needed to be protected. He turned the polaroid around to see your cursive writing spelling out '𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐸𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑀𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇' He looked back into the box and pulled out a black beaded bracelet, something that looked hand made. It had a gold charm of a crown in between two beads. Hence the king. He found himself huffing out laughs at how idiotic you are, or were. He put the bracelet on his wrist and looked at it. It felt like your tiny hand wrapped around his wrists. He remembered how that felt when you would grab him and drag him to your next class or to the library to study. Was he ever going to be able to have those moments again? His eyes fell upon the note.

“I’m sorry. for not letting you guys know before hand but I’m leaving or left when you have read this but I just wanted to tell you guys that i’m so grateful for every moment we have spent together and will forever remember you guys. I hope you’ll be able to forgive me for not letting you know about this sooner but I wouldn’t be able to leave if i had. Thank you guys for being my friends and I wish you the best.”

He hated you even more now. You had typed this for everyone. He felt stupid for thinking you had somehow made his one special until he turned the note around. It was your handwriting. He never thought he would feel this happy to see your hand writing.

ℋℯ𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝓀𝓊ℊℴ, ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒹ℴ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁, 𝓌ℯ𝓁𝓁 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ ℐ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒹ℴ𝓊𝒷𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓃ℴ𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 ℐ 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 ℐ'𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊. ℐ 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽ℴℴ𝒹𝒾ℯ 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓇ℴ𝒷ℯ 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ. 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓈ℴ 𝒸ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓉 yℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓇ℯ𝓂ℯ𝓂𝒷ℯ𝓇 𝓉ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓉ℴ 𝓊𝓈ℯ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂 ℐ 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓃ℊ𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝓉ℴℴ. 𝒜𝓁𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 𝒾𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 ��ℴ𝓇 ℊ𝒾𝓇𝓁𝓈, ℐ 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒶ℊℯ𝒹 𝓉ℴ ℊℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊 ℴ𝓃ℯ 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾ℯ𝓇 𝓈𝓂ℯ𝓁𝓁. ℋℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝒽ℴ𝓅ℯ 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝒶𝒸ℯ𝓁ℯ𝓉. ℐ 𝒹ℴ𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉ℴ 𝒷ℯ 𝒸𝒽ℯℯ𝓈𝓎 ℴ𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃ℊ. ℐ 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓃ℊ𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉 𝓃ℴ𝓌 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓀𝓃ℴ𝓌 ℐ 𝓌ℴ𝓃'𝓉 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝒻ℴ𝓇ℊℯ𝓉 𝓎ℴ𝓊. ℬℯ 𝓈𝒶𝒻ℯ 𝒦𝒶𝓉𝓈𝓊𝓀𝒾.

ᴴᵒˡᵈ ᵐᵉ, ᶜᵒⁿˢᵒˡᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰᵒᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵗʳᵃᶜᵉ. You really wanted to believe you were doing this for him but really you were doing it for yourself. You were selfish. You thought over stepping on Bakugos boundaries was going to help you over come the constant nightmares you were having. About him being kidnapped and having him being taken away from you. You knew Bakugo was always like how he is. You heard stories from Midoriya and Kirishima would love to make you laugh with his embarrassing ones but nothing had seem to really bother you. You knew you liked him but when he got kidnapped it gave you a reality check. Having him being taken away made you realise You wouldn’t be able to live without him if it continued like this. He would eventually break your heart. Forgetting about everything you saved him anyway because you would do anything for love. When he returned you knew that he would need space and time to heal but each second that you would give him that space you would feel like he was being taken away again. You lost sleep over this silly thing and you needed to do something. So you went to his house and forced yourself to be around him. Whether it was at his home or in class and especially in training. You would go extra hard on him. You wanted him to physically hurt you as much as it emotionally hurt you to even think about being away from him. You wanted him to physically push you away. You wanted him to scream at you to leave him alone because if he didn't, you'd still be attaching yourself to him like a lost puppy. Thats why when your parents brought up the idea to move to some place safer you agreed straight away. You couldn't deal with this anymore. You need to stop being so selfish and giving bakugo such a hard time. You were well aware of how capable he is to take care of himself. You stopped going to his house because you didn't want his mother to get used to you. You slowly distanced from all your friends and spent more time into looking into the new city you were moving to. It was at least 4 hours away and apart of you was relieved because the longer you'd stay here the more of your heart would start to shatter.

ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ, ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ⁱᵗ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵉᵃˢʸ, ᵇᵃᵇᵉ.

Author's Note

inspiration by the song No one Noticed by the maria. i’ve been feeling the need to read more angst lately so here you go. should there be a part 2?

#bakugou katsuki #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugo x reader angst #angst #mha #bnha #no one noticed

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⟢ 𝒩𝑜 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹

Shipping: non-idol Yang Jungwon x reader

Synopsis: Yang Jungwon, a hopeful and kind young man, unexpectedly becomes the love interest of a girl who’s been struggling with rejecting people.

Warnings: self isolation, fear, betrayal, ex friendships. lmk if there are any more please and thank you :)

Wc: 605

It wasn’t unlike her to shut people out; in fact, it was something she did effortlessly. She wasn’t a people person. The mere idea of showing even a hint of care for someone especially when she felt no tendency to irritated her to her core.

She lived by a motto: "Better alone than surrounded by false connections." It was a belief forged from a painful past, one that had shaped her reluctance to let anyone in.

That was until she met him.

She met someone who shared kindness and cooperation, someone who didn’t care if she tried to push him away, someone who was willing to fight for her. She met Yang Jungwon.

The two had met in a college class. They were paired together for a three-week business project, and it wasn’t like she could turn him down—it was the final project, so she had no choice but to work with him.

He had noticed her before, in class. He always thought she was pretty and seemed kind, but he never had the chance to talk to her.

When the partners were announced by the professor, he waited, hoping her name would be called.

“Yang Jungwon and… Y/N.”

It was a relief to him when it was her, but what he hadn’t expected was that she barely spoke and seemed reserved when he approached her for the first time.

He noticed how she didn’t even look at him. She was silently staring down at the notebook on her desk.

“Y/N, right?”

At the time, he frowned, finding himself thinking about that encounter more than once. It didn’t take long for him to realize she didn’t like people.

One afternoon, the two of them sat in a coffee shop when a family with two loud kids walked in.

“I hate people,” she said.

He laughed at how bluntly she said it, and for once, he saw her smile.

He began to notice how she looked whenever someone tried to talk to her after class—how she seemed to disregard their presence. He saw the fear in her eyes when someone even walked by.

“I don’t like to intrude on people’s lives, but… why are you so afraid of getting to know someone?”

She was taken aback by his question. It was just another project session, the usual Mondays they spent together.

“My past,” she said.

It wasn’t like him to pry, but this time he did. She hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

“My best friend betrayed me after she grew tired of supporting me. She shared my personal struggles with others for attention.” She sighed loudly. “It hurt more than any other pain I had felt before, so I decided to shut everyone out.”

If he had noticed that last project session would be their final one, he would have seen the sadness in her eyes.

She had grown accustomed to him, and it made her feel strange. The simple thought of being around him seemed to lift a weight off her shoulders. But in the end, she knew she had to let him go for her own sake.

The day after they submitted their project, she saw him walk into class. She immediately looked away, knowing their time together was over.

Of course, Jungwon noticed. He always did.

He saw how she immediately looked down at her notebook when he walked up to her.

“You’re not trying to get rid of me now, are you?” he asked with a grin.

It was just like Yang Jungwon to notice, because unlike everyone else, he didn’t want to be the one she pushed away.

[AN]

This is my first story, yayyyy!!!! I’m not sure…how but this was a quick thirty minute write, so if you find any errors please feel free to correct them!! All the help is greatly appreciated!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

Thank you for reading💖

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