#of course since he's bakugou he had to do it to kaminari's expenses but from there to stealing...

[moooooooonsblog]

MHA BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS PART 2

Headcannons - sfw - I'll to keep it gn but fem pronouns may be used

Characters: Eijro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari

Warnings: Stupidity and not proof-read

(part 2)

Eijro Kirishima

He made the first move

He asked you out the most cliche way possible but your heart melted anyways

He wrote you a love poem (with the help of the lord of darkness and shadows), bought you bouquet of your favorite flowers and a bunch of snacks

oh, and to complete the cliche, he confessed to you on valentines day... right in front of your dorm.... while the girls were having a sleepover in your room...

Safe to say everyone heard the news in less than 2 seconds and mina (dont we all love her?) got it all on video

"Y/n, I'm in love with you, can I be yours?"

"Mina! Play that part again!"

"Y/n... you've been listening to the recording for the past 2 hours"

Kirishima is the literal definition of boyfriend material

Oh? Your back aches? Time for a spy day for the literal angel that bless the earth!

You had a nightmare and texted him at 3 am? He'll be there in 10 secs with his hoodie for you to wear and a bunch of plushies

He trys to cook for you, it's so cute! He ended up burning half the kitchen whilst bakugou yelling curses,,, but hey! It's the thought that counts

He's all for that PDA: Holding hands, an arm around your waist, not so secretive pecks on your nose- he just loves giving you attention

Not exactly the jealous type because he knows you can handle yourself (since you're super manly and strong ofc)

But he won't hesitate to step in as soon as you need him to, giving the person a passive agressive smile and an excuse the get the hell away from them with you in hand

"We're such a manly couple! Nothing can beat us!"

Kirishima LOVES training and working out with you,, he doesn't mind taking you to the gym for a date

don't worry, he does take you on real, romantic dates

you both often go to the arcade, town festivals, and picnics

When his hair grows out and his roots start to show, he comes to you to re-dye and cut it for him

spy days and movie nights

He usually keeps his cool around you, but sometimes he turns into a mess when you something -particularly- provoking

"Pebble! Look here! I found a ladybug!"

"Oh my god! let's adopt it as our child!"

Denki Kaminari

he confessed first... on accident

He and the bakusquad were hanging out in the common room, playing super smash bros (the only thing he can beat bakugou in, but you didn't hear that from me) when he started going on a rant of how perfect and hot you are

oh but of course you were literally standing right behind him as he went on and onnnn

"Y/n, she's just perfect! I'd do anything to score her, I'd never flirt with another chick again! Just imagine how our wedding would be: super fancy and expensive and-"

"I would prefer an outdoor wedding, what do you think?"

"Oh yes yes, I ca- Wait! Y/n?? H-how long have you been standing there??"

He was so over the top when you both just got into the relationship: constantly texting you, showering you with gifts and affection, wanting to spend every sec with you

But once you've both become more comfortable- nothing has changed, and I mean, you aren't complaining at all

kaminari's so touchy-feely and clingly and love-y and you absolutely adore it

he basically begged bakugou to accept you in his little friend group

"Gimme all your love and attention y/nnnnn"

you both love to play minecraft, watch youtube vids and listen to music together

chill evenings with him >>>>

he's definitely more of himself around you, but also allows himself to share some of his personal problems with you

you guys talk about mental illness and comfort each other when having a bad day

all being said, you get to see a side of him that no one knew existed

he's defiantly the PDA kind of guy

He'll shamelessly fawn over you in public, grabbing onto your waist, nose and forehead kisses and constantly clingly on to you- he always makes sure that you're comfy with that tho!

He's for sure the jealous type

he'll hold to you any way he could, whether that's holding on to the hem of your sweater or locking pinkies, he wants to feel secured when you're talking to a sus stranger

but, when the person seems to get to personal...

"Hey there, stupid-face! I know my partner is super hot and is a literal angel, but she's taken! Shoo now!"

arcade dates, random parking lots, and fast food places and connivence stores at midnight

[franeridart]

So I'm reading the bnha manga and I've reached where they're moving into the dorms and I'm so confused because did Bakugo just... mug Kaminari? So that he had money to make Kiri feel better? Or am I missing something? What happened behind the bush?

It was his own money! I mean, of course it was, it’s something he’s doing specifically to lift Kirishima’s mood, why would Kirishima be happy to see Kaminari being stolen from (and why would Bakugou steal even, it’s Bakugou we’re talking about, have more faith in his respect for the law anon haha) - somehow that scene has been confusing a lot of readers tho, enough that Horikoshi had to add a line in the volume version of the chapter in which Bakugou straight out says the money is his

I dunno what is it exactly that Bakugou did behind the bush to make Kaminari short circuit, but the point of it was to lift the general mood of the class making them laugh and (probably) to distract them from his giving the money to Kirishima to begin with, like, that was awkward enough without the whole class watching them lbr.

This probably makes more sense once you consider the fact that Bakugou feels responsible for the general (specifically Kirishima’s) low mood, actually. The money probably was also his very awkward way of saying thank you, so, again, why would he even use stolen money for it, that just makes no sense now does it

EDIT

Anon said:Hi! The reason Denki short circuited was because Bakugou interrogated him in order to find the total amount of money Kirishima spent on the surveillance camera.

That’s what most people seem to like to think, and if that’s how you wanna see it then go for it! But for one, it’s not canon since it hasn’t been stated anywhere that Bakugou got the info from Kaminari, I’m not even 100% sure the translation in which he mentions he got the info from someone was correct since only one version of the translation has that line in it. There’s also how there’s no logical reason why Kaminari should know about the goggles to begin with, he didn’t even know Kirishima and the rest had gone to rescue Bakugou till Aizawa mentioned it. And to me this also makes little to no sense because it implies that Bakugou knew about the goggles already, but waited till he could get his hands on Kaminari to find out about how much money was spent on them? To be completely honest to me it makes more sense if he either heard about it from Deku/anyone in the rescue team (since they knew both about the goggles and how much they cost) or if he saw them in Kirishima’s hand and looked it up for himself. It’s just a supposition, though

Anyway, yeah if you want to think of it that way go for it! ‘s not canon, tho

Anon said:I just wanted to let you know your MomoJirou post gave me years of happiness and that kiss was all I needed to cure my illness

Thank you!!!! I’m super glad you liked them!!!!! :O

Anon said:have you been studying color theory?? or anything?? bc i swear everytime i check your blog the coloring gets better woooo love the lighting in the most recent one!!!

I’m gonna straight out start sobbing here omfg ;O; thank you !!!!! I haven’t tho, all I’ve been doing is waste a whole damn lot of time watching speedpaints on youtube hahaha

Anon said:you make the softest bakushimas and i love you 💖 keep beeing great and thank you for always making my day better and giving me all this fuzzy feelings 😘💖😍✨

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m happy you like them soft boys !!!!!!

Anon said:Bakugou! And Tokoyami!!! Thank you!!! These two definatly need more interactions!!!

Yessssssss I’ve loved every single interaction they’ve had up till now tbh, I hope I’ll see more in the future ;O;

Anon said:you don’t deserve sadness, point me to who needs fighting and i will do it

Haha that’s super sweet anon, thank you! But sadly unless you know how to fight September as a month I guess we can’t do much about it aside from waiting the mood swings out

Anon said:I regularly cry over your art and you. Like I’ll be walking down the street and suddenly it will be like ‘Oh. Franeridart exists. I’m alive at the same time as an actual angel. What a wonderful world.’

You’re definitely overestimating me here, anon haha but thank you so much for the love and compliment!!! I’m pretty damn happy to know I’m alive at the same time as people as nice as you too, honestly!

Anon said:Does you draws nsfw??

Not at the moment and not on suggestion, nope!

Anon said:I’m currently on your blog procrastinating and I have to say, I love your bakushima, but what I love even more is are your drawings of Jirou, like, she’s my fav girl and your stuff involving her just make me so happy thank you

God this makes me so happy honestly!!! Jirou is a fave of mine and drawing her is always so much fun, it’s super nice to know I’m doing her right!!!

Anon said:Imagine Kirishima going to school with a fresh dye job and showering off after practice and the other boys freak cuz it looks like he’s all bloody

This is honest to god one of the thoughts that keep me up at night. Considering how black that boy’s hair is, the dye he uses HAS to be semi-permanent pigment, permanent dye just doesn’t turn out that brilliant - pigment is gonna turn the water red so fast and fade even faster so the boy must be using it to fix the color more or less any shower he takes, how the hell has no one noticed he’s dyed yet???

This is actually what brought me to consider the possibility of dye jobs being done by people why color-altering quirks, actually. I’ve been entertaining the idea of one of Kiri’s parents having that sort of quirk, can you imagine? I’m still not doing anything with it because I like the black roots, tho haha

[kazemitsuyuri]

Warm on a cold night

summary: bakugou learning how to crochet and made gn!reader a cute sweater

genre: hcs, sfw, fluffy fluff

warnings: swearing (its bakugou duh✋)

a/n: first time writing something like this 🥺 hope you'll enjoy (i do take requests btw 🤩)

bakugou's domestic af, that we all are well aware of :)

but the moment you said you wanted a wool sweater for the cold seasons coming up after you watched a particular video on tiktok

our boy is so whipped for you that he starts googling how to crochet immediately

it would be a pretty good present for you, he thought, searching up "how to crochet a sweater"

of course, you had no idea

man is busy with work as a pro hero, saving lives and doing paperwork

but every break time after lunch, he would rush to make you that sweater in his office

the poor interns thought they were hallucinating when they saw their number two hero with his legs crossed on the table, leaning back on his chair, comfortably holding up pink and purple wool, crocheting squares while still talking on the phone

and he wanted it to be a surprise gift

so every time you step into the room while he was crocheting, he threw the stuff away so quick, you almost got suspicious

but you two trusted each other with everything you had, so you just guessed he was doing some secret confidential research about villains, and you never really asked him anything

the bakusquad took this as a perfect teasing opportunity

"old grandma bakugou," mina giggled alongside with kaminari before both got blasted with explosions

nevertheless, they knew he loved you so much and they were happy to see him caring for someone

you were his soft spot

he knew you got cold quite easily; as you always cling to him while sleeping, your icy cold hands slithering up his body seeking for warmth (which he always claims to hate yet he still let you do it every time)

you're just extremely important to him and he would do anything for you :)

even if that's crocheting on missons while on breaks

the chilly air of winter got your nose red and sneezing every now and then.

your quirk is sensitive to the cold and so you had to wear layers of clothing every time the temperature drops

plus, your husband was a very overprotective person who made sure you stay safe and healthy at all times, making sure the fireplace was hot enough and you wear warm clothes

it was a weekend that day and bakugou had a break day

which was rare due to "all the fucking crime and villains asking for attention from the number two hero", as he stated.

you sat comfortably in his arms in front of the tv and next to the fireplace, all cozy and warm, watching your favourite show

his body has always been your main source of warmth

his quirk allowed him to constantly stay warm and emitted a caramel-like fragrance

you loved everything about him

"who needs a teddy bear when i have you," you joked

you've been saying that ever since you went out with each other, but he's never gotten tired of it

even if he doesn't say it out loud, he loved hearing it

in the middle of your cuddling session, he took out the sweater he spent weeks crocheting and gave it to you

he didn't have to say anything cheesy, it's always been like that: him giving you a present while blushing and you start giggling like an idiot

this time it happened the exact same way

you immediately hugged it and stared at it

"it's so pretty! thank you, katsuki! where did you buy it? it looks so high-quality, was it expensive?"

every word coming from your mouth just fueled his ego and the pride he felt was about to make him explode

with his cunning smirk, he lifted your face to face him, "i was the one who made it."

your eyes widened, your mouth fell agape, "since when did you know how to knit?"

and his cocky ass kissed your forehead, "it's called crocheting, babe. and it was a piece of cake." which he was lying, he cursed so many times in the process of making it.

and you started piecing things together, "that's what you've been hiding!"

having a better look at the sweater, it was so well-done you honestly thought he had it custom made.

you immediately put it on and bakugou melted at the sight of you grinning with your nose hidden in the sweater

"i love it!" you exclaimed, hugging bakugou tightly, "i love you, katsuki!"

"love you too, babe."

[vicious-vixxxen]

Tenya Iida X Male Reader: 7 Minutes in Heaven

Been working on this for a minute, thought it was about time I showed this boy some love! Hope you guys enjoy :3  ((Totally SFW, but things do get a wee bit steamy. Enjoy ;3))

“Unbelievable! The level of unprofessionalism from class 1A no less! This is a highly inappropriate way to be spending our free time! It should be spent honing our abilities to their greatest potential, and encouraging each other to bl-“  “Iida...Iida please for the love of god /stop/.” Snatching one of the other boys chopping hands by the wrist, your free hand settled on Iida’s chest to pat gently. “For someone who didn’t put up much of a fight getting tossed in here, you sure won’t shut up about it.” You mused, smirk evident in your tone

Despite the closet being too dark to tell; the only light the thin, dim strips around the doorframe- one of which caught the corner of Tenya’s glasses, and reflected back on the boys flushed cheek. Whether they were like that because of the intensity of his ramblings, or the situation at hand, was still yet to be determined.  “I beg your pardon?” Iida nearly gasped, and you snorted despite yourself. Keeping your hold on the larger boys wrist firm, even as he tried to continue his chopping motion out of it. “I assumed my protests would be considered before they’d have a chance to get us in here, and despite our combined abilities to escape, the rules of the game are very clear and seeing as how we’re here now I don’t see the point in not participating. As class 1A’s representative it’s imperative I encourage the other students to socialize and become a more cohesive unit. Even if it means doing ridiculous things like this, DESPITE protest.”

You’d almost, /almost/ landed on Kaminari. Who had you hurt in a past life to deserve this?

“So you’re unwilling to participate because you’re too busy scolding the other participants for wanting to participate. In a game in which you deem inappropriate, but will still abide by it’s rules. While the same time doing anything but. Did I get that right?” You asked, even unsure yourself.

“Well, I-“ “Is it cuz I’m a dude?” You asked suddenly, genuinely curious. Tenya balked. “O-of course not!” No further elaboration. You smiled. Now you were getting somewhere.

“Then I believe we have about five more minutes for you to get with the program Iida.” Finally letting his wrist go, you brought your hand down towards your face. Checking the watch you didn’t have intently, hoping he could see, for effect if anything, before bringing your hand down to rest on Iida’s hip gently. Snickering at how stiff his stance was, as he tensed impossibly tighter. “It’s just kissing,” You reminded him quietly, squinting in the dark to catch the blush high on his cheeks deepen. Iida was significantly taller than you, but he was acutely conscious of the fact. Shifting his knees, and hunching over slightly to bring himself in closer. More on reflex than anything. Until now he hadn’t quite realized he was primed for the taking, so to speak, and attempted to shift back, but finding the wall just as unyielding to his back as it had been when you’d entered together. A sweat broke out across his forehead, and Tenya began to take the most soft, shallow breaths of his entire life. “You have kissed someone before...haven’t you Iida?” You asked, usual playfulness gone, as you slowly started to piece together the sudden intensity behind Tenya’s protests of the game from the very beginning.  “Kissing...not that it is any of your business, I was under the impression was to be saved for someone you cared a great deal about. Someone special. Not a fellow classmate in a musty closet in our dorms!” Iida hissed, but there was no real heat behind it. Mostly..nerves. “We’re friends, aren’t we?” You asked, curious as to the others mind. Iida may not have cracked your top three since arriving at UA, friend wise, but he was a good guy, with a heart of gold, and a powerful personality. If not always the most easily digested. Point is, he was good. And sweet. And handsome. And you, as were your fellow classmates when the idea of drawing names for 7 minutes in heaven arose, were really in the mood to kiss /someone/. And Tenya made a good partner If he’d just be a little quieter. That’s all. “Well yes, but-“  “And you care about me?” You interrupted, smiling at the grunt of frustration the taller boy let out. A puff of hot breath ghosting across your cheeks from above, sending goosebumps down the back of your neck. Minty. And warm. Perfect, actually.  “Of course! But that’s hardly-“ “So what’s the deal? Loosen your tie a bit and just kiss me, jet boy. Plenty of time in the future to give the most special kisses to the most special people. Right now...how about starting with giving me just one?”

Your voice was quiet as you slid your hand up from Iida’s waist to his chest to join your other, a barely whispered ‘please’ in the dark. Iida stared down at you, his own hands twitching, before they came up to meet yours. He’d had every intention of removing them, setting them back at your own sides, but when you’d gripped his shirt, and leaned up on your toes to brush your nose along his jaw, he’d frozen. Gripping your wrists tightly, just hanging on really. “Mm...you smell nice.” Leave it to Tenya to casually wear the most expensive, mouth watering cologne to a dorm sleepover. Who was he, a Giorgio Armani sponsor! Sheesh.  “...thank you,” Tenya gasped finally, as you nipped at his chin- barking out a laugh, so loose and carefree, Tenya couldn’t help the way his shoulders dropped minutely in response. Maybe...maybe.

“Alright then.” Iida agreed. Stealing himself for the inevitable, though he’d be lying if he said the beads of sweat breaking out across his forehead weren’t because of how soft the plushness of your lips felt trailing up towards his own bitten ones. He’d never quite considered something like this happening to him, at school of all places. Tenya had a firm idea of what he’d come to UA to do, how he’d accomplish it, and how he’d feel after achieving all his goals. Going pro. There really was no time for any straying from that.  Bakugou, for instance, for all the glaring faults Tenya found in his personality, was admirable in that at least he had a similar mindset, albeit a more extremist one...goal oriented to the max. And Tenya did admire it, strived for something similar. He’d never quite struck gold when it came to friends before UA, maybe because they’d never quite understood why he worked so hard to get to the next step, and the next step. But here, his classmates understood the importance of their classes. Their position. ...well, most of them did. And yet here he was now, backed into a literal corner, clammy hands holding tight to y/n’s wrists as the smaller boy continued to whisper random nonsense against Tenya’s chin- his cheek. All because he wanted to appeal more to his peers. Figures. Not that he was complaining. Not anymore, at least. “Ready?” You asked, nerves nearly getting the best of you now too as you focused in on the glint of light in Iida’s glasses again- frowning briefly, and nudging the boys chin with yours to get him to move just enough for the light to reflect in the deep pool of blue that was his eye. Sparkling, and searching. You’d expect nothing less from the class rep. God, he was handsome.. “As I’ll ever be, I suppose,” Tenya whispered, meaning for it to come out more sure, and failing miserably. You were already keyed up enough to be crowned the king of sexual frustration, so you wasted no time in letting out a soft ‘hm’ of confirmation, before leaning in and sealing your lips fully over Iida’s. You’d be lying if you said you’d never imagined just how plush his lips would actually feel. Sure it was something you’d fantasized about with /most/ of the guys in class, but Iida especially. He had great lips. And fuck, they felt nice against yours. Not too soft, not too rough. Plush, like a pillow. Fuck, you wanted to bite them. To tug on his lower lip till he mewled into your mouth. Shit.

Moving your hands tentatively at first, as they were still being held firm by Iida. you slid them up and over his shoulders, hesitating briefly before allowing them to slide further up to cup the boy on either side of his neck. Squeezing there briefly as you pulled away.  “This okay?” You asked, thumbs brushing over Iida’s jaw, words whispered against his lips, you were still they close. “...y-yes, yes that’s alright.” He was too quiet to be sure, but something told you Iida was coming undone at a rapid pace.  “Would another be alright then? We don’t have to, I don’t want you to-mph!-“ and Iida’s lips were back on yours. More insistent, more sure. Firm and soft and you moaned, quietly, still conscious of your classmates on the other side of the door, but just barely.  “Sorry...sorry, I...I’m so sorry, y/n,” Iida huffed, grip just as tight on your wrists as before as he broke away suddenly, guilt wracking his system immediately as he intended to pull away, because what the hell was that?! He’d just-

“No, Iida, please...come on, don’t do me like that, I want it. More...come on,” you pleaded, breathless and giddy at how he’d taken control. On the one hand, of course he would. But on the other, this was /kissing/, and it was /Iida/. What even? Iida’s lips parted in a soft ‘o’, body flushing with heat at how your pleas seemed to effect him. “Okay.” Clearing his throat, his words coming out too husky for his own liking, Iida finally, FINALLY, moved his own hands. Thinking suddenly of movies, and how people kissed there. He could do that. Iida’s hands were on your hips then, gentle, yet sure. Cupping there, finding his footing. Iida finally seemed comfortable leaving one against your hip, the other flat against the small of your back to bring you in close. Whoa. Hadhis hands always felt so big?

Shit.

“Move your lips how I move mine,” you instructed, breath ghosting the shell of Iida’s ear, and you bit your lip gently when Iida nodded. Eager. Fuck.  And you were kissing again. More urgent this time, a few presses of lips, before you began to move. The quiet of the closet being broken by the rustling of your clothes, the slick sound of your lips, and both of your needy breaths. Iida was a skilled learner, and it was almost scary how that transferred over to kissing. Pausing when you move your lips against his in a certain way. Savoring it, before applying it back to you. “It’s concerning how good you are at this,” you laughed softly against his lips, Iida rewarding you with a little breath of a huff in return as his grip on your hip tightened, and he sealed your lips once again. Urgent. Needy.

You could relate. Soon enough you found one arm curled around Iida’s neck, your other hand holding firm to the crop of hair on his head as he kissed you. A shift in stance caused his hand to drop to the outside of your thigh, and on instinct, you’d lifted your leg to Iida’s hip,

Iida hadn’t even hesitated to grip your thigh and hike your leg up higher, bringing your middles closer together, and what? What the fuck? Since when did he know how to do that?! “Shit,” you hissed, overwhelmed by how turned on you were. It was embarrassing, but so good.

“Language,” Iida whispered, not missing a beat, pushing his head up into your hand briefly, encouraging, before kissing you /again/.

Jesus, he was good. It was kind of ridiculous how so. “Ah,” you cried before you could stop yourself, when Iida’s grip on your thigh shifted and tightened, palm held firm over the sensitive underside, and you had to stop. Lips sliding from Iida’s, along his cheek, and down into the crook is his neck. “Are...are you alright?” Iida panted, trying to pull back to look at you- as best he could in the dark- but you held tight to his hair, keeping him in place, as you caught your breath. ‘Look at me’ you thought, nodding your head against Iida’s shoulder, ‘coming apart like a fucking virgin!’ Which, you were...kind of, the specifics of previous encounters were still vaguely juvenile enough for you not to count them

“Just...,” pausing, you took a breath. Blowing it out through your nose, and closing your eyes as you began to litter Iida’s neck with kisses. “-sensitive, down there, is all. But it’s good. Very good.”

Iida was too quiet, tense all of the sudden for an entirely different reason, and you were all too aware of where his brain was probably going. “My /thigh/, Iida, your holding my thigh like you’re about to pitch a softball, and it feels really nice- just caught me off guard, is all.”

Patting him on the head, you evened out your breathing finally, just being for a few long moments, as Iida stood still. “...this is much more-ah...much more than I’d imagine it being.” Iida spoke softly, fingers playing nervously against the back of your thigh. “How incredibly vague,” you teased, giggling quietly, before the both of you were a fit of laughter. Iida’s deep, boisterous sound like music to your ears. Had he ever laughed like that in front of you before?

You vowed to make it happen more often, in any case. “You know what I mean,” he added finally, allowing your leg to slip from his grasp, bringing both hands back to your hips to squeeze gently. Tentatively. Your breath faltered briefly, imagining suddenly getting to feel this again. Whenever you wanted. What an idea. Your face was too hot then, even more so than before, and you hoped Iida couldn’t sense it as you pressed even deeper into his neck. Scratching idly through his hair, fingers skirting across the seam of his undercut.  “If you applied this kind of enthusiasm into your studies, you wouldn’t be scrambling to study with Kaminari last minute, you know.” Iida added simply.  “Excuse you?!” You shouted, no heat behind it as you reeled back, staring at the general area of Iida’s head in faux shock.

“If Midoriya and Uraraka didn’t steal you away all the time, /maybe/ I’d have asked you to study with me at some point. Once you and Yaomomo are busy the pickings are slim, you know. Kiri asked me to join he and Bakugou once...but hard pass, as I don’t particularly like being slammed over the head by our textbooks.” Iida stilled briefly, before sighing and nodding his head dejectedly.  “His methods are almost cruel, yet his results are unquestionable. Kirishima has been doing much better lately. At the cost of his physical and mental health though, which in the long run could have some serious long lasting effects.”

“Oh my mental health is constantly on the verge anyways, so that would be fine.” You joked, snickering as you were pulled back rather harshly, for Iida to get a good look at you no doubt.

Good luck with that in the dark, pal, you thought.  “Kidding, kidding. Kind of. Anyways, point is, if you’d make yourself more available to other students, maybe I’d pick your brain about the homework sometime.”

“I...suppose I have grown comfortable with my own study group- and as class rep it’s imperative I take initiative to make sure each one of us is reaching their full potential, whether it be studying, or during combat.” Iida mumbled. If his hands hadn’t been firm on your hips, you swore they’d be chopping the air around your head. “I don’t need as much oversee as Kaminari. I apply myself when it counts, so if you could spare even an hour or two on the weekend to answer some of my more pressing questions it would be a big help,” you explained, awkwardly untangling yourself from Iida as you cleared your throat. The mood not entirely broken, but you couldn’t very well sit in here and make out with Iida all night.

 Unfortunately. “Of course! Your room is right down the hall from mine after all, it’ll be easy to navigate and configure the perfect time to study. We-“ he paused, hands up in the air somewhere, you could hear the whooshing. “I don’t care much for movies, and the others will be thoroughly entertained enough with this game after us anyhow, if you’d like to go back to my room and set up a study plan?” He offered, and you couldn’t help the way your heart thumped madly once more at the offer. They’d decided on one of your favorite movies tonight, and you’d promised Kami a running commentary.

Oh well, “Let me fix your hair, and you’ve got a deal. Last thing you need is everyone thinking I defiled you in here.”

Pulling your phone from your pocket, and face the screen straight up, you unlocked it- the bright light from the screen illuminating the closet just enough to see. Snorting, you took in Iida’s fluffed up hair, sticking up at odd angles, vaguely reminiscent of Midoriya’s.

“A willing defilement , I suppose, but a defilement nonetheless if we’re being technical,” Iida supplied quietly, as you fussed over his hair. “Willing indeed, you lug. Who would have guessed the class rep would get so /handsy/.” You teased, smiling brightly at the wide eyed expression Iida supplied in return. “And don’t apologize, I...I haven’t kissed many people, but that was definitely the best kiss of my entire life. Something to be proud of. I guess..” You tried to sound nonplussed, but given the new light, it wasn’t hard for Iida to see your blush. “I’ve never kissed anyone, but I can’t imagine it gets better than that,” Iida offered quietly, blush high on his cheeks to match yours.

You both paused, Iida staring down at you, you up at him. Your hands back on either side of his neck, hair as good as it was going to get. ‘Maybe we could do it again sometime’ the little voice in your mind screamed, but the last thing you wanted to do was push Iida. This was just a one time thing. But hey, maybe it meant being closer friends...which was even better, if you were honest with yourself. “We should uh...get going. Out there. The sooner we retreat back to your room, the better. They’ll be hounding as soon as he step out.” Sliding your hands down Iida’s broad chest, you patted twice there just for effect, before snatching up your phone. Steeling yourself for the hoots and hollers, and nagging questions everyone before you had endured. An eye roll all prepped as you stepped out of the closet, missing the way Iida stared after you, if only briefly. Brushing off the wish of you, with your loud personality, and lack of filter, to offer up more of something he couldn’t bring himself to ask for. He couldn’t find the words. He’d hoped you could. Or would. But that was alright. Late at night, after everyone had gone to bed, and the lingering scent of your own cologne faded from Iida’s room, he’d still have the memory of your lips on his. Your voice, soft and needy in his ear. Your thigh heavy, and hot in his palm.  Yeah...that would do. For now, at least.

[tteokdoroki]

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katsuki bakugou x gn!reader.

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♡ prompt #7  —  reader has a secret admirer, character of choice doesn’t know how to confess.

♡ genre: everyone, fluff + slight angst.

♡ word count: 1.8K

♡ warnings: cursiing!

♡ author’s notes: thank you for requestiing my lovely !!

yet again, warmth spreads underneath your skin and across your chest at the sight of the chocolates displayed cutely across your desk. for the last week or so, you’d received a flurry of gifts from an unknown admirer— each attached to a sweet note, written with such deep feelings that every time you read one your heart thumped loudly in your chest.  

“let me guess, another one?” mina swoons from your right, joining you in the empty classroom for the day ahead. pink hair tickles at the junction between your head and your shoulder as she reaches for the box of sweets in your grip— you don’t bother putting up a fight, knowing she’d take it from you anyway. “that’s like the third time this week, yn.”

bowing your head shyly, you run your fingers over the small note that lays unfolded on your desk. ‘for you, i’d do anything.’ it reads and you wonder for the umpteenth time; you out of all of classmates is capable of writing such a thing. “i know, i really wish i knew who’s sending them— no ones ever quite done something like this for me before.” you voice is quiet and hopeful, a contrast to the bustling energetic babbles that come from your third year classmates as they filter in for the day ahead. you scan them all to look for a possible source, knowing that your heart could belong to anyone of them.

“it’s gotta be deku!” kaminari cuts through your train of thought like a knife through butter— throwing his arm around your shoulders as he plucks the box of chocolates from mina’s grip, much to her annoyance. “he’s like the sweetest dude in the class, there’s no way it could be anyone else. we’re not capable of cute shit like that.” you roll your eyes and allow your friend to tear open the box for a morning treat but let your gaze slip over to where izuku chats animatedly with ochako. not him.

jirou is next to speak, ripping the box from the blonde to take it to her desk beside yours. kaminari whines as the girl divides up the sweet snacks for, taking one for both herself and mina. chaos is ensuing and yet again, your friends are the centre of it. “nah, my bet’s on sato...how else would yn be getting so many sweet treats every day?”

the group falls silent, mulling over the choice as you finally take a seat and swipe one of the chocolates for yourself. popping it into your mouth, you huff in frustration.

“doesn’t make sense, everything gifted to me so far has been insanely exclusive or expensive...some are even my favourites from abroad and— i don’t speak to sato enough for him to know them...“ you admit, pawing your cheeks with embarrassment.

“maybe it’s kirishima then! you guys are always together and he kinda seems like the romantic type..?” your pink haired friend suggests and the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. it was true, you were both always together— even if it was in the presence of others like bakugou and kaminari— and had more than enough in common, from music tastes to gaming. you could see the hardening hero as someone you’d go for as well, eijirou was an obvious choice. “what do you think, bakugou?”

you peek up from the note ( neatly folded ) and box of chocolates ( now returned ) that sit on your desk, catching the arrival of your final three friends. bakugou, sero and kirishima himself. you feel body flush with warmth as you catch the latter’s ruby eyed gaze and give him a small wave accompanied by a smile; that kirishima quickly returns.  

the blonde however, tsks at mina’s question before making his way to his seat. you considered yourself and katsuki to be good friends; it was usually quiet whenever you too were around one another which was a nice change of pace from his usual rowdy personality— but the majority of your time with each other was spent with him teasing you for your quirk.

“‘m callin’ bullshit. whoever this is should hurry up and face how they feel. the candy shit is stupid.” bakugou growls out, throwing his backpack onto the desk; ready to begin class. in all three years of knowing him, he’d never showed any signs of romantic interest towards anyone in your class, especially you. meaning that your admirer, definitely bakugou.

you turn away from him and your group of friends to face the board, ignoring how they scold him for his harsh words. “right, stupid...” you sigh quietly, just as aizawa enters the room.

ever since your brief conversation with the explosive boy himself, bakugou had been increasingly rude to you throughout the day and it was starting to get on your last nerves. at first, it had been subtle— bumping you in the corridors between classes, pretending he didn’t have an extra pen for you when you knew that he carried spares for your friends who often forgot and then he’d straight up ignored your invitation to study during lunch like you usually did.

you figured that the blonde was having a bad day, bakugou was never usually this harsh to you and you could talk it out with him later. this behaviour was something you hadn’t seen from your friend since first year, and you almost believed that something else had been bothering him— until he almost blew you high into the sky during hero training that afternoon. of course you called him out on it, yelling at him in front of the entire class as your frustrations finally bubbled over but bakugou remained straight faced— leading to your current predicament.

aizawa thought it was best for the two of you to work things out over cleaning duties after school— something you thought you’d been well past seeing as you were third years now. mature, grown up third years who knew how to talk about their problems. apparently, katsuki bakugou was not one of them. even while you rearranged chairs and swept under desks, he still managed to crawl under your skin with petty remarks and hums of disapproval.

it’s only when you realised that katsuki had been actively trying to avoid your gaze or rather, your entire presence— that you snapped, dropping the broom you held in your hands and letting it clatter to the floor beside him, ultimately grabbing his attention.

“are you fucking insane—?”

“what the hell is your problem, bakugou?” you slice right through his words, a quiet rage flooding your bloodstream as you glare down at him. the boy himself looks dumbfounded, having never heard you talk to him in such away, before and stops shelving the books he had been holding. “did i do something to you?”

“like I’d let you do anythin’ to piss me off.”

god, he infuriates you. you step closer to the blonde, who stands at least half a head taller than you and shove at his chest as best you can— needing an outlet for your frustrations. “then why have you been acting like an asshole all day? first you blow me off and then you quite literally blow me up, and now? you’re avoiding me?” your fists curl in his untucked shirt, tugging at it as all of your emotions spill out into the space between you. “i don’t know what i did, but it doesn’t mean you get to treat your friend like shit, katsuki. you’ve been so mean to me today!”

bakugou looks away, avoiding your eyes that cloud with a sadness he can’t bare to face. you tell yourself not to cry, hating the way your bottom lip wobbles at his change in attitude. “’m mean to everyone, there’s nothin’ special about you.” he excuses himself, trying to step away from you.

“but not to me, you know that,” your voice shakes, everything you’d held back finally slipping through opened cracks. why was he treating you this way? what had you done to deserve this? you glance up, trying to find his vermillion eyes and the answers that may lie behind them. “you’ve been acting so...so off, since this morning, when mina asked about my admirer. you called it stupid. is it so hard to believe that someone, that kirishima might even like me?” the grip you had on bakugou’s shirt loosens but you remain leaning against him, neither of you daring to breathe. “why should i even care what you think? you’ve never been one for romance...u-unless you count the manga that you read but i don’t know how that would...”

and then your babbling stops, realisation washing over you in heavy waves. bakugou appears visibly tense before you, fist clenching and unclenching by his aides as you process your own train of thought. he hadn’t been mean to you for the sake of it, he had been because he didn’t know how else to express his feelings of jealously. it wasn’t kirishima that had been sending you notes, no— it had been bakugou all along. “how that would relate to me...” you think out loud, feeling him flinch beneath your grip. “k-katsuki...do you have a crush on me?”

“...don’t...” the blonde warns, heat rushing to his cheeks at your very accusation. a smile comes rushing to your cheeks, the familiar warmth finding its way back into your chest. “don’t look at me like that, fucker. i-i’m not good at this emotion shit, you know that and this was easier than talking— yn, stop fucking lookin’ at me like that.”

the almost whine that slips from between katsuki’s lips makes your tummy fill with affectionate butterflies, causing you to finally let go of his poor shirt and throw your arms around him in a tight hug. bakugou hesitates for a moment, trying to decode the situation and decide for himself if this was real— but you decide to do the talking and tell him foot yourself. “can’t help it, not when i feel the same way about you, katsuki.” you knew that no matter who was behind your little gifts and love notes, your heart would belong to your admirer and your admirer alone. with a rush of adrenaline after feeling katsuki return your embrace, you lean up to press a soft lingering kiss to his chapped lips.

he tastes like honey and smoke, feels warm like a soft summer breeze but as your lips love together and speak a thousand unspoken confessions, the pair of you realise that you never want the moment to end. “i meant what i said in that last note,” bakugou hums softly, pressing his forehead to yours and holding you close as if you’re going to disappear or suddenly realise your feelings for him aren’t true. “i’d do anything for you...”

“anything?” for the second time that day, you swoon at the blonde’s words and peck his nose gently.

he nods once, lost in thought before speaking again. “except for buy you those fucking chocolates again. they’re fucking expensive, cost a shitload.”

you snort at that, leaning up to lock lips him again— who needed chocolate when you could kiss katsuki bakugou instead.

[kiribaku-queen]

The Blood King and his Queen [11]

Pairing: Bakugou x reader

Romance, Angst, Drama

Word count: 2.6K

Summary:  From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasn’t going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?

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Today was the big day. The day of the engagement party. The day you were going to be shown off as the Blood Prince’s bride-to-be and future queen of the Kingdom. You felt excited yet sick to your stomach at the same time. You’ve never attended these types of events as a servant before so you had no idea what to expect or how to even act. You couldn’t even imagine how the day was going to go.

You woke up, of course, an empty bed. Images of last nights events replayed in your mind, making your cheeks heat up. But you smiled. It was one of the happiest and most memorable times of your life. Could life get any better at this point?

You were quick to jump out of bed, in a rush to find Bakugou. Your feet were light and your chest was filled with love that you felt like you couldn’t spend another minute without him. Unfortunately for you, you didn’t realize that you were still in your rather revealing nightgown that exposed more skin than necessary. In the moment, that didn’t matter to you. The silky, white gown flowed behind you as you rushed to find the man of your dreams.

Bakugou was conversing with some of the boys, Kirishima, Sero and Kaminari. By now, he hadn’t seen you yet which was perfect because now you could surprise him.

“Katsuki!” you shouted his name. The moment he turned around, you were jumping right into his arms. Your arms were tightly secured around his neck and your nose buried in the crook of his neck, giving you all of his scent. The boys had to turn away, faces red, out of respect for your privacy, as well as they didn’t want to die in the hands of a jealous Blood Prince. The boys immediately looked up, pretending that something had caught their eye so it wasn’t as obvious. Oh, but was it so obvious.

Bakugou was startled to see you in his arms so early. But quickly became protective when he saw what you were wearing. Nothing but sheer fabric? Revealing places that only Bakugou has seen? Not on his watch. Bakugou was quick to cover you up with his fur cape but also took to aside so no one was watching.

He takes you to a secluded hallway, or what seemed like one since he shooed everyone away. He places his hands on his hips and lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Why are you still in your nightgown?” he asks, annoyed. You give him a giddy smile while taking slow steps towards him. You place your fingers on his abdomen, slowly walking them up to tap his chest.

“I couldn’t wait to see you, my love,” you flirted in your best flirtatious voice possible. Bakugou couldn’t help himself. He pulled you in so your lips could meet. His kiss was so addicting, you wanted more of him. But like many good things, it was taken too fast for your liking. Bakugou had pulled away to rest your foreheads together, him breathless.

“You’re really tempting me,” he said in a raspy voice. “Should I take you right here, right now? For everyone to hear?” it was meant to be a threat but you giggled and one upped him.

“I’m all yours, your highness,” you say softly, getting closer to him all innocent like.

Bakugou didn’t really mean what he said. Did he want you right now? Absolutely. But it was all tease for fun and games. He wanted to rile you up as much as he can today so that later that night, that’s when they can have a lot of fun. Bakugou backs up and laughs at your pouting face. God, how he loved all your faces, all your expressions. You were so lively and expressive and beautiful. He couldn’t get enough of you.

“Later,” he promised. “You should be getting ready for the ball.”

“As should you, but I don’t see you all fancied up,” you argue. He nods his head and shoos you away by placing a hand on the dimples of your back.

“Yes, yes, I’m about to do that now. I’ll come find you when you’re ready?” you nod in excitement, not being able to wait for that moment. He gives you an affectionate look, teasing you with an eskimo kiss before leaving back to his men. You absolutely melted at his touch. Sigh, you were so in love, it was painful to watch.

The ball was only a couple hours away and you had just gotten finished dressing. Your servants had prepared a lovely ballgown for you that was breathtaking to look at. The color red was supposed to signify the power you were being married into. As well as to match with the Prince’s outfit but we will keep that on the downlow. The dress was embroidered with thousands of handstitched flowers in the waist to bust area, around the sleaves and a little bit more throughout the ends of the dress. Not only that, but you were bedazzled in large jewels: dangling earrings and a bold necklace to match with the red tiara sitting on your head. It was a glamorous and expensive look they were having you go for. Only appropriate for a princess, soon to be queen.

Your heart was going pitter patter when you saw yourself. You couldn’t believe it. This was really happening. You were going to be getting engaged to your love. There was a knock at the door and in comes Bakugou, looking all dashing and handsome.

You gasped at the way he looked. The normal Bakugou you would see would be wearing his usual: cape with no shirt underneath, a pair of washed out pants and his boots. But this Bakugou? It was like you were seeing a completely different person. He wore a suit like a Prince, red and gold to the fit. He even had a side pocket that contained a handkerchief. His hair was lazily slid back but it didn’t matter because he was still handsome in your eyes.

“I’m surprised. You’re actually wearing clothes for once,” you comment.

“Get a good look princess, because this is the only time you’ll get to see me like this,” he says. He comes to you, placing a chaste kiss upon your lips. He side eyes the girls in your room. That gave them the cue to leave. They bowed, quickly leaving the room to give you some alone time for now.

As soon as that door closes, Bakugou attacks your lips with harsh and hungry kisses. You hum into the kiss as your teeth clash against each other but he makes up for it by slipping his tongue in.

“Stop, not now,” you protest, trying to push him off but with lazy pushes of his shoulders.

“You’re just so pretty,” he responds, not stopping his actions. You start to giggle when he attacks your neck. He’s about to take off your chunky necklace but you whine.

“Katsuki!” you whine playfully.

“Yes, my love,” he says and your heart skips a beat hearing those words. You cup his face in your hands and kiss him one more time.

“Darling, you promised after the dance,” you reminded him.

“I said later. Now is later, right?” he tried to play it smooth but you weren’t buying it.

“Shouldn’t we head out? I feel guests should be arriving any second and we should greet them, no?”

“Fine. But I want to show you the ballroom first,” he insisted.

“Hm? Why? I can see it later,” you told him, not seeing what he was trying to do.

“It’s a surprise,” he said and he led you to the ballroom with closed eyes.

When you opened your eyes for the first time, everything was so pretty, you were in awe. The room was so spacious, enough room for hundreds of people to dance. There were extra chandeliers hanging with red ribbon draped over every light. Some tables were set up for seating and crimson flowers, the same shade as Bakugou’s eyes, decorated every corner, every table top, every space you could imagine. It was truly a sight to behold. You had seen the ballroom being built and put together but you had never seen the final piece like this. Bakugou comes up behind you, proudly, as you continue to admire the room.

“It’s all for you. Everythingis for you,” he said. You turn around to look him in the eyes and they were filled with admiration and love. Kirishima and the other soldiers were there, looking at how in love you both looked at each other. It warmed their hearts and put a smile on all their faces. Before you could grapple in each other’s face once again, Bakugou’s second oldest brother, Katashi, makes his entrance, also dressed for the occasion.

“Ah, if it isn’t the main characters for today,” Katashi spoke up, bowing in the direction of Bakugou. “Your highness.” He addresses the Prince in a sarcastic tone as he always does. But when he looks at you, he doesn’t say anything and brushes you to the side, like he didn’t acknowledge you at all. You felt awkward and tension rise in the air. Looking to the side, you could tell Bakugou was irritated.

“You will not disrespect your future queen like that,” Bakugou says.

“Forgive me, your highness.” He apologizes in a nasty, rude tone. “But however shall I call this… lady?”

“You will address her as, ‘Your Highness’”, he ordered. But Katashi doesn’t do so.

“I don’t think I should be addressing a mere servant with such high status,” he retaliates. And your stomach drops. You feel like your ears are deceiving you. How does he know? Was he just saying that to be disrespectful? Or does he actually know the truth? But how? You were protecting this secret so well, there’s no way he would have found out. Your heart rate was picking up the pace and your palms started to sweat. You had to focus on your breathing because if you didn’t, you would be having a full on panic attack and then your cover would be blown. While you were feeling all these rollercoaster of emotions, Bakugou was furious and grabbed his brother by the collar.

“What did you fucking say?” he asked through gritted teeth. It was like his brother was asking to be punched in the face and Bakugou would gladly give it to him. Yet, his brother didn’t look fazed at all. He just smirked.

“Oh, dear brother. You didn’t know? She is not the real princess,” he points out. And if on cue, the realprincess walks out from her hiding spot, revealing herself to everybody. Anybody who sees her could tell that she was a real princess. By the way she walked and presented herself, she was the real deal. Bakugou didn’t look impressed but you could see his eyes wavering, like he was confused. Because to him, you were the real princess. Why would you lie to him? And how did you come here instead of the real princess? It didn’t help that you two looked almost identical to each other. There were only a small differences he could make out because he stared at your face for a bit too long when you were sleeping.

“How do you know for sure that’s the real princess? What if you’re just lying to be an ass?” he challenged but his brother laughed at his ignorance.

“Oh, silly brother. If only you went to all those parties like Father suggested instead of tending to those poor souls, you would know that that woman next to you in an imposter, and your fiancée is standing right next to me. I could tell from one look that that woman was just a poor servant,” he spat at you, making you flinch at his harsh words.

“Well go on, princess. Don’t make me wait for the show,” Katashi gave the real princess the floor with his cocky self. She rolled her eyes and stepped forward, looking down on you with all the hatred in her eyes.

“Bow,” she ordered. As if a spell had been cast upon you, you bowed until you were parallel with the ground.

“Your highness,” you greeted her. Shame. Shame was all you felt in that moment. Bakugou watched as you bowed down to this self-proclaimed princess and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Neither did anybody else. Because they were all watching. Kirishima. Sero. Kaminari. Mina. The other soldiers. The guards. The servants. They were all watching you get put into your place.

“You really thought you could get away with this. I trusted you to break off this engagement and now you’re here? Marrying him in my place? How did you not think you were going to get caught? Well how does it feel now? To be humiliated in front of all these people who think you are royalty. Only to be revealed as some lowlife peasant who serves, not to be served,” she hissed at you. Every word stung your heart because it was true. You were an imposter who thought you could get away with marrying an unattainable man you fell in love with.

Bakugou had heard enough. His eyes were dark and his heart was fueling with rage. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes your wrist and painfully drags you away into a room. He slams the door in anger and shoves you up against the wall.

“Katsuki,” you wanted to explain but he punches the wall next to you, making you tense up.

“Don’t fucking put my name in your filthy mouth,” he spits at you. And your heart breaks. Bit by bit, until a dull pain was left in place of your heart. But you had to keep preparing yourself because you know he wasn’t done there. You looked down at the ground, feeling put in your place, back as a servant. You couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore.

“You lied to me,” he breathed heavy, trying to maintain his cool but it was so, so hard.

“I was going to tell you,” you choked, barely able to get that sense out. The lump in your throat hurt so bad that you don’t know how you were going to speak.

“When? Until we were already married and start a family? Until I’m on my death bed? When? WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?!” he shouted, repeatedly hitting the wall. You were sobbing at this point, but you tried your best to keep it all together. For your own sake.

“When were you going to tell me?” he whispered, broken. Tears ran endlessly from your eyes and you shook your head, not knowing the answer.

“Everything we had was a lie. Everything I told you, was from my heart. And you just kept lying, and lying, and lying,” he talked to himself, turning away from you so he could narrate your whole relationship in his head. But you reached out to him. Despite you being in the wrong, you didn’t want to see him go. It couldn’t end like this. You wanted to explain. If he just let you explain, maybe, maybe things can turn around.

“Your highness, I lov-” you began but as soon as Bakugou heard those words, he became furious once again. He grabbed a dagger that was secured in his holster and threw it at you effortlessly. The knife landed right beside your head, barely slicing your cheek. Had he thrown it any closer, you would have been dead. But Bakugou was too confused in his feelings that he missed on purpose to let you live.

“Don’t you dare say that to me. I want you out of my sight, peasant,” his words stung like venom. Tears continued to pour out and before you knew it, servants were harshly tugging at the elegant clothes on your body until only white under garments were worn. You were escorted out of the palace with Bakugou not even sparing you another glance.

A/N: :)

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[h2bakugou]

Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project. 

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together. 

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips. 

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

���One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words. 

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing. 

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking. 

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat. 

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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masterlist

[memeadonna]

Maid for You

It’s this sweetheart’s birthday today! In celebration, I wrote a little story which was just an excuse to put him in a maid dress. Why, you ask? Because I can. I hope you enjoy! 

Warnings: NSFW content, cross dressing, poor descriptions of dancing. 

Kaminari Denki considered himself a lot of things. He was handsome, he was dedicated, he was charismatic, and most importantly, he was in severe debt. Unlike many of his friends, he had not gotten an academic scholarship from UA and had been left financially crippled by his obligations. 

Mina and Kirishima were both from wealthy families, so their parents had had no problem footing the expensive bill for their schooling. Sero had stepped up in their second year, and seemingly overnight had become a genius at all things academic (it turned out he had just stopped waking and baking before exams). Bakugou was… well… Bakugou, and had always been the best at anything and everything, including having rich parents and an academic scholarship. Kaminari, however, had to shoulder the full burden of his debt by himself. 

What he made working at his start-up agency alongside his friends was barely enough to cover his rent, so he had searched all over for a place that would accommodate his hectic work schedule, and wouldn't require any academic knowledge. When he applied to the maid café, he hadn't really been serious, but when they were the only ones who contacted him for an interview, he decided he couldn't afford to lose this opportunity. It paid almost 2,500 Yen an hour (before tips), which was almost as much as he made as a freelance hero. Plus, he figured it would be fun to flirt with the other workers. 

Each maid had to have a talent of some sort – he, of course, played guitar and sang – and many of them took this waitressing/performing very seriously. When he showed up for his first day (on time!) he was chastised for not being early. He was shown how to put on his uniform – oh god he had to wear a dress – style his hair, and do his makeup. The other girls showed him how to bus tables, take orders, and serve the food. By the end of his first shift, his head was spinning and his feet hurt, but he had 20,000 Yen in his pocket, and he wasn't about to start complaining. 

As he got to know more of the girls (and flirt with them), he began to turn his attention towards you. You were one of the most senior members of the team, despite being one of the youngest people there. You had been working at the café since your first year of high school, and your dedication and passion reminded him of Bakugou. 

You were a ballet dancer putting yourself through university, and from what he understood you had quite the cult following. You were licensed to use your quirk – one that created illusions – while you danced, so your performances were truly a sight to behold. Hell, Denki even liked watching you move as you waited tables or warmed up in the break room. 

He thought you would have made a good hero. Your quirk would have been amazing for support. Anybody would be lucky to have you on their team. 

When he had said that to you and invited you to get your licenses and join his agency, you had laughed at him. Something snapped inside of him then, and he had to have you. 

He gushed about you nonstop to the point that Bakugou would start yelling at the mere mention of your name. Denki was usually put on patrol with Sero or Kirishima (the more patient of the bunch) and would spend the whole time gushing about every little thing you had done that day. 

"Why don't you just ask her out?" Sero had wondered one day. 

"It's not that simple!" Denki had whined. "I want her to come to me!" 

It also wasn't that simple, because, despite the fact you were almost two years younger than him, he felt you were so much more accomplished. You were always running to or from rehearsal, or talking about how a teacher had praised you somehow. You came in early and left late, and had been the one who had taught him to do makeup and tie bows and make sure his uniform was perfect. 

The worst part was you had been so nice about it. You were always kind and genuine, and whenever you were up on the stage all eyes were on you. People would laugh and cry during your performances, but they would barely pay attention to his. And unfortunately, the manager noticed that. She scolded him every day for a week until one day she dragged you over and declared that you would be dancing whenever he played. 

"But I don't do classical," he had argued. 

"I can dance in other styles, Chargebolt," he hated/loved that you called him his hero name at work. 

Pairing the two of you up was popular with the customers. You would dance any sort of complex routine – jazz, freestyle, hip hop – and match with his music. It was even more spectacular when you added in your illusions, and he didn't really mind that the whole restaurant was looking at you, because when you would finish you would always turn to him and make a gesture to the crowd. He almost pretended that meant you were saying "and this is my man he will electrocute you if you try to touch me", but he would never tell you that. You'd probably laugh at him again. 

After months of trying to convince everybody that you had hung the stars, he finally convinced everybody from the agency to join him for one of your shared shifts. Jirou brought Momo along, and Bakugou was reluctantly dragged by Kirishima. Mina and Sero were the first ones there, and Denki seated them with a smile before herding you over. 

"Ashido, right?" you asked with a smile. "We were on the same dance team back in middle school. You probably don't remember me, but I learned a lot from you." 

Her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly, calling you by name. "I do remember you! If I had known you were the person Denki Dearest has been gushing about, I would have come a lot sooner!" Denki lit up like a Christmas tree, and you laughed. 

"Mina, what the hell?" he hissed at her as you left to get your guests some water. 

"Girls like to know that you're thinking of them," she answered coolly. "Just tell her how you feel, I'm sure she likes you back." 

Mina might have been sure, but Denki sure as hell wasn't. He panicked more and more as his friends showed up, and Sero just kept shooting him triangular grins in between bouts of laughter. 

Then the two of you were on the stage and he was playing and watching you, and every time he cast glances over at his friends, they were all transfixed. Even Bakugou looked impressed as you kept simultaneous control of both your body and your quirk. 

He fell out of time with the music once, which earned him a glare from both you and Jirou, but when the set was done you still smiled at the audience and presented him. He stood and took his bow, happy as could be. 

He was not prepared for you to shove him into a supply closet and lock the door behind you as you pushed him up against the only blank space on the wall. Both of you were already changed back into your work uniforms, and if you hadn't been there to catch him as he stumbled, the heels he wore would have broken his ankle. "Why have you been acting so off tonight?" you asked him. "Is it because of your friends?" you stared him down so intensely. 

He fumbled with words as you pulled away. "Or do you just like seeing me move?" you went en pointe for him and stretched your leg up into a standing split, bracing it against the wall beside his head. His brain was short-circuiting as you hiked up his dress and palmed at him through the bloomers that went with this stupid uniform. As his hands started to explore your body, he noticed with delight you weren't wearing anything beneath your skirts and frills. You hiked his skirts up and lowered his bloomers around his thighs as you grabbed his dick and stroked it a few times. He let out a breathy noise and you kissed him to keep him quiet as you lined him up with your heat. 

Oh god, was this really happening? Were you about to fuck him in a maid dress? Raw? Why did that turn him on so much? 

He pressed inside of you, the angle foreign to him as your muscles pulled taught around him. A tight core meant a tight everything, and as you perfectly held your position, he realized your pussy was no exception. He let out a cute little moan of “Aaaah!” and you chuckled. 

You pulled him into a kiss, fucking him deep and slow and just how you liked it, one hand keeping his dress hiked up while the other kept him glued to your mouth. Denki was having trouble focusing, not that he'd care to admit that. You were so warm and tight, and as he moved his fingers on your clit he accidentally sparked against you. You jerked and your walls spasmed, and you kissed him even harder. He did it again (softer this time), and received the same result. He shocked you as he thrust off the wall into you, and as your one arm wrapped around his neck to brace yourself, he was so, so thankful he had such an amazing quirk. 

He felt you getting closer – Jesus, he could feel it – and upped the wattage on his shocks. You were thrown into your orgasm still in a perfect en pointe position, and still kissing him as you came down. You pulled off of his mouth and panted against him for a few moments before pulling away and lowering yourself to the ground. 

"Well, that was fun," you said, carefully pulling him out of you. 

"H-hey! You're just going to leave me hanging?" he demanded. 

"I've got to get changed for my next set," you replied, smoothing out your skirt. "Not like I can keep my adoring fans waiting." You nodded at the air beside you and a long number appeared. "My cell." You said. "I get off at 9. You can get off somewhere around 10:30 if you play your cards right." You left him with those words, and he stared after you in shock and indignation. He quickly entered your number into his phone before it disappeared, and changed out of his uniform to go sit with his friends, thankful he was off the clock. 

The ballet you performed now was filled with passion and grace. He watched every movement as you lifted your leg above your head into a penché, and he decided he wanted to have you that way. In arabesque too. And in whatever the hell you were doing now – was that a pirouette? Probably not but he'd take you in a pirouette too. Your illusions were beautiful as sparks and rainbows and fireworks danced above your head, but all he could think about was how wet his cock was and how blue his balls were. He wondered if you were a mess beneath your costume. God, he hoped you were.

You finished your set to thunderous applause, and still, your smile fell on him. 

His friends cheered around him as you left the stage. "You really should ask her out," Sero told him. "If you don't, I will!" 

It was 8:57 by the time Denki made it to your dressing room. "You're late," you teased, pulling on your jacket. 

"Actually, I'm right on time," he corrected, locking the door behind him.  

[foryoumyheroes]

Celebrity C-C-Crush

[Bakugou + Todoroki + Amajiki]’s crush has their own crush on another Pro-Hero.

A/N: 

I know that this is obvious, but I thought that I should reinstate that the “reader” is depicted as being in high school and all of their crushes are over eighteen. While they are nice to the reader, they are in no way reciprocating, pursuing, or even entertaining the idea of being with a minor. It is purely one-sided. Happy reading! 

Warnings: slight OPM crossover. 

Bakugou Katsuki: 

Bakugou probably spends so much time to get you to notice him. I headcanon that when he’s attracted to someone, he just has the urge to show off 100% more to silently tell his crush that he’s capable. 

Whether it be by teasing you more than others, shouting at you to fight him, or getting your attention by being such a tsundere he obviously puts in a lot of time and effort to get you to look at him, so when others are able to get you to notice them easily, he becomes pretty petty. 

That’s why when he sees you across the street over the weekend his eyes immediately follow your figure and a soft smile appears on his face despite the fact that he’s surrounded by the “dumbass” Bakusquad. When he sees who you’re with however, that smile immediately drops into a scowl. 

You are the complete fangirl/fanboy image. You’re stuttering and blushing as you shyly go, “H-Hi, Mumen...” You’re hanging off every word he says and you even hand Mumen a homemade lunch (Bakugou notices that it’s a reusable bento so you have to see him again). Bakugou nearly rages. 

What’s worse is that Mumen easily accepts your kind words and the lunch you made for him. And he’s nice to you??? Mumen’s able to hold a conversation with you without one of you getting annoyed?? 

“Heya, [Name],” Mumen says with a small smile, and Bakugou fumes. Why are is this second-rate Hero so familiar with you? “I saw you during the U.A. Sports Festival! Congratulations on getting Top Ten. I was rooting for you! I know you’ll get them next time.” 

Inner Bakugou is just screaming. Why the FUCK are you so uwu baby eyes 👉👈 right now?? What was there to blush for?? You’ve never blushed for Katsuki, and every time he steals a morsel from your lunch you always get annoyed with him, but you’re here giving out lunches!! The double standard!! he thinks. The audacity of this bitch!! 

Obviously the Bakusquad sees all of this unfold before their eyes, and they all glance at each other knowingly when Bakugou rants about “What’s so great about Mumen Rider?” and that he can beat the Pro-Hero “to the fucking ground.” 

“Maybe he has something called a nice personality,” Kaminari jokes and Sero snorts in response. 

RIP them ig. 

Knowing that you have this celebrity crush, Bakugou would immediately go to you the next day and start talking about how weak Mumen is, how shitty of a Hero he is, how he’s ten years older than you guys, etc. etc. 

Of course you don’t hear any of it. You insist that Mumen is a well-liked Hero in the community, and most importantly he’s nice. 

Bakugou nearly gags. Nice?? NïCë?? That’s all it takes to get to you? He spent all this time trying to get your attention and the secret was kindness this entire time?? Well, fine then. 

Tries to win you over by sheer Pavlovian response. 

You think Mumen’s glasses are cute? BAM. The next day he’s wearing his dad’s spare glasses even though they have different prescriptions. 

Mumen once saved you and got you [favorite snack] while you waited for your guardians to come? Every time he sees you he gives you [favorite snack]. Just outright slams it down on your desk without a word. 

He’s going to beat you at your own game. You think you can make Mumen these cute bentos? No bitch, he’s going to be making you BETTER bentos. 

He’ll even ride a bike to school every day if that’s what it takes. 

It’s clear that what you have for Mumen is admiration, and when Bakugou matures and changes he doesn’t mind you stanning another Pro-Hero. Once you guys are older and are in an established relationship he even willingly buys you Mumen merch and supports your obsessions, even if it is grudgingly. 

He tells himself that it could be worse. You could be like Deku and All Might. 

Todoroki Shouto: 

To Todoroki, your appeal comes from your strength and your composure, He acknowledges how strong you are and doesn’t see it as a challenge to him, so his admiration and affection for you is through the roof. 

So when you guys are walking down the street together and Genos, AKA Demonic Cyborg, crashes down in front of you due to a villain attack on the city, he expects you to stand your ground. 

Of course his first instinct is to hold out his arm to protect/guard you, but instead he finds that he’s just swatting empty air and when he looks over at your figure, question marks just fill the space near his head. 

You’re strangely huddled behind Genos with a large blush on your face and you’ve left Todoroki’s side completely. You’re clutching on the older male’s bicep with a strange nervous look on your face. 

[”G-Genos, y-you’re here!” you stutter uncharacteristically, and Todoroki’s head is calculating at the speed of light at your behavior. 

Genos barely spares you a glance as he readies another heat blast. “Be careful, [Name]. Stand back if you have to.” 

“T-Thank you...! I feel so much safer with you!”] 

What, is the only word that Todoroki is able to say. When Genos is done saving the day and leaves, the boy immediately confronts you about it. He’s blunt to a fault, so he has no problems asking what the hell was that while you avoid his gaze and poke your fingers together.

You look cute, he thinks, but your display is not for him. 

Obviously what he feels is irritation, because that was a side you reserved solely for this stranger, he thinks, but he’s more confused than anything. You never look at Todoroki like that.  

“W-Well... I just think he’s so cool and his Quirk is really amazing. His fire abilities are really something else... A-And on the weekends sometimes I see him at the supermarket and he helps me pick out groceries...” 

You talk about how dreamy it is that Genos helps you get the best bargains at the supermarket and Todoroki sets out the next day with his dad’s credit card. 

He doesn’t see the appeal of Genos’s actions, but if that’s what gets your attention, then he’s willing to try. He can do better than bargain meats. 

For the next couple of weeks your eyes absolutely bug out when you open the door to your house and see premium meat and vegetables are just sitting on your doorstep. 

He gets you the 7600 yen beef and this is Japan, the vegetables are expensive.  

When you try to get him to stop, he’s just like, “Well, do you like them?” or “Is there something wrong with the produce? I can return it and get you new ones.” 

You two end up going to the grocery store together on weekends because you try to physically stop him but it ends up as a supermarket date. ^^ Inner Todoroki is like take that Demonic Cyborg. 

Your celebrity crush encourages him to do better with his fire side. He watches Genos’ powers online and recreates the same power the older Pro has, since that’s what made Genos so cool in your eyes. 

High-key petty. He doesn’t throw away your Genos merch, but rather he constantly moves them around your shared home so your always taken back. 

Amajiki Tamaki: 

Of course, he thinks. Of course you have a crush on Hellish Blizzard. She’s prettier than he is, a lot stronger, more confident, if he were you he would choose Fubuki over Tamaki any day. 

She does so many impressive things with her Quirk and even though his own is versatile, he’s never able to recreate the feats that she does, so he has no hope of grabbing your attention. 

That being said, he encourages your interests and would find more excuses to talk to you without making a fool out of himself by talking about her most recent fights or about her in general. 

If you guys do meet her in real life and you’re just there freaking out because you’re her biggest fan, he’s going to be just standing off to the side like yea ;;; I deserve this. 

He does watch her videos too and maybe he would recreate some of her “coolness”? He would be revving up for a fight, and the climax of the battle is near, he’s about to win and he’s going to pull those witty “one-liners” to make you fall for him in a way that Blizzard does but then he remembers that you and other people are watching him and just ;;; fumbles. 

He made a fool of himself, he totally did. He’s a complete loser in your eyes, he thinks, especially compared to your Hero. 

Once you guys get together he’s completely over the moon, but thinks back to your celebrity crush and he’s like honestly? Even if he is the rebound, or the “placeholder” until you’re going to date Fubuki, because he has no doubts that you will reach any goal of yours, he’s fine with that. 

Or at least, that’s what he tells himself. 

He thinks his temporary happiness would be worth it. 

When you come to him saying that you’re going to be working underneath Hellish Blizzard, and you’re so giddy with excitement, he just gets so sad all of a sudden. His shoulders sag and shake and he sighs so deeply. 

“O-Oh... I-I knew this day was coming... D-Do you want to break up with me first? P-Please make it quick and painless t-though...” 

And you’re just like, “What.” 

He eventually explains that he thought you were just dating him for a while until you managed to date Fubuki and you’re just like ??? 

[“I mean--I like her, but it’s just a celebrity crush.” You grow sheepish at this point. “I-I do like her, but she’s just a figure in my head. I like you most of all, Tamaki!” 

“B-But if you had the chance you would choose her over me, right? S-She’s strong and cool...”

“But I think you’re cool and strong too, Tamaki!”]

If you get stronger and she’s still going around doing the “rookie crushing” rounds, Tamaki is the only person strong enough to hold you back as you yell at her. 

[“FUCK you, Fubuki! I followed you for years! I swore by you! I supported your career--I talked about you nonstop to my friends. My boyfriend was insecure for years--!” 

“P-Please calm down, [Name]!”]

It turns out that Tamaki was the only celebrity crush you needed. 

[cielcius]

FANBOY | BAKUGOU KATSUKI

pairings: Bakugou x famous!g/n!reader

summary: It’s not like he secretly loves you or anything, he’s just going to your concert because his friends begged him to.

genre: crack, fluff

wc: 1.3k

notes & warnings: cursing, reader is an idol

“No. Absolutely not. I’m not wasting seventy bucks on each of you to buy a damn shirt.” Kaminari and Sero broke out their puppy eyes, courtesy of Kirishima, in an attempt to hoax Bakugou into buying the shirts. “Please? We already spent most of our money just buying the tickets, including yours.” Now came the pout, although it did little to nothing to persuade the pale blond.

The rapid fire of the word please from the duo only went as far to annoy Bakugou but Kaminari knew that was their chance. Dragging out the last word, Bakugou snapped like Kaminari knew he would. “Fine, just shut the fuck up and get in line.” Going to a concert on a Tuesday night was not on Bakugou’s itinerary and he wouldn’t have budged had it not been for the performer.

Y/n L/n. Super pop star carving their path in the world of fame through their killer vocals. As a very angsty teen who couldn’t bear to listen to anything except bands like My Chemical Romance or Bring Me The Horizon, or wear anything but black, he was surprised to find a connection to your music. Of course it was still a little too upbeat for his taste but you always seemed to use it as a mask to hide what you were truly saying. 

For Bakugou, your music and words brought reassurance and confidence, two very important factors in his life. But was he ever going to tell anybody this? No. Even if he did have the chance to tell you, which he does since the tickets included backstage passes, he would never spill a single thing. 

Pulling his hoodie up over his head even further, Bakugou was sure to look suspicious, clad in all black with a large duffel bag that actually held all of Kaminari and Sero’s snacks. “Which one do you want, idiots? You have fifteen seconds to choose.” Bakugou was being considerate, and Kaminari could tell or else they would have originally had only five seconds. 

Sero and Kaminari shared a look and pointed to the most expensive sweater Bakugou had ever laid his eyes on. “You said a shirt, not a fucking two hundred dollar sweater.” The number seventy and two hundred were very different as Bakugou begrudgingly paid the vendor. He could’ve renewed his gym membership with that money. 

“Hurry! They’re about to go on stage!” Bakugou was left behind by the pair with the bag of snacks as he watched Kaminari and Sero split up to find their assigned seats. Bakugou was positive that he would be the only one sitting down as the whole crowd rose to their feet to cheer you on. 

The booming of your voice was almost overridden by the crowd in screams of excitement as you walked out on stage. Being back in your hometown, you had a special place for each and every person who came to see you, even if you didn’t know most of them. You smiled because little did they know, you had a special surprise for them in store. 

You started off with the first song you had released, slowly working up to your latest song. Although before the last tune of the night could play, you stopped the band behind you so you could have a moment with the crowd. “Hey, everybody! How are you tonight?” The screams must have been deafening as you adjusted your earpiece. 

“So, I thought that since this is where it all started, thanks to you guys, I’d give you a little treat and bring some of you up to talk.” As predicted, the crowd went wild. Thanks to your announcement, Bakugou had sunken even further into his seat, the noise canceling headphones blocking pieces of the context of why the whole crowd was cheering. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, Bakugou! You have to record this for us!” Bakugou was only given five seconds before Kaminari and Sero shuffled out of their seats and onto the stage where you had called them up. Bakugou only grumbled to himself as he hit the record button on Kaminari’s phone and held it up, pushing back the headphones so he could hear what was actually going on. 

“Hi, what are your names?” Your voice was as cheery as ever as you held out a microphone in front of the honey blond. “I-it’s Kaminari Denki.” Kaminari seemed nervous but he was shaking in ecstasy. Sero went to introduce himself, without stuttering, and you made small conversation with ice breakers with them along with more selected individuals. 

“Thank you everybody and good night!” The cold air nipped your steaming hot skin as you tried to regain your breath after singing your last song. You calculated that you had about fifteen minutes to rest before the people with backstage passes would be let in. Walking to your dressing room, you hurried to change into a more casual wear compared to your stage outfit. 

“L/n! Five minutes until the backstage meeting!” You thanked the stage hand, now relaxing on the couch with a bottle of water in hand. Meanwhile, the honey blond and licorice black haired boys stood excitedly in line with their grumpy companion standing behind them. “You just met them earlier, how can you still be so excited?” 

But even Bakugou was excited. The little jumbled ball of nerves deep down in his stomach that had formed at the beginning of the night, was starting to show itself through the way Bakugou tapped his foot in anticipation and the tapping of his finger against his thigh. He could hear the people behind him whispering about how you looked good in your stage outfit. Silently agreeing, Bakugou held his breath as he watched you walk out in a more casual attire. 

Yeah, you looked good in your stage outfit but to be fair, you looked good in anything to Bakugou. The line slowly started moving forwards and Bakugou couldn’t tell which he felt more, nervous to meet you in person for the first time or annoyed because of Sero and Kaminari’s squealing. “Oh, hello! Kaminari and Sero right?” Bakugou stood back, a little away from the three as multiple questions were fired into your atmosphere. 

Bakugou could tell that you were getting a little overwhelmed with the way your smile was slowly starting to look forced so to help you out, he obligated himself to bonk the pair on their heads. “Hurry up and take the damn picture.” You smiled at Bakugou, a little glad that he was there to save you. That, and he was majorly cute. Trying his best to hide his burning ears, Bakugou turned away as your smile turned a little shy at the gesture. 

After taking a few pictures with the pair, you noticed the third addition to the party was starting to walk off until you pulled him back. “Wait! Don’t you want a picture?” Bakugou stood there, astonished that you had pulled him back with your hands still wrapped around his wrists. “Uh, I don’t know. I’m not really, a picture person.” You waved off his grumbling and pulled out your puppy eyes. 

This was the second time tonight he was shown the puppy eyes and the second time he gave in to something abnormal for him. The picture printed and you sneakily swiped at it before he could get a peek. “And may I ask who this is for?” You pulled out a black sharpie and pulled it open with the cap still captured between your teeth as you wrote. “Katsuki Bakugou.” 

You smirked, scribbling a little extra before handing him the picture and capping the sharpie. “Nice to meet you, Katsuki Bakugou.” Bakugou risked a peek down at the picture and caught a chain of numbers along with a small message. ‘Talk later?’ Looking back up, you were already greeting the next group of people and got ready for the picture until you made eye contact again. You shoot him a small wink, assuming from the look on his face that he saw what you wrote. 

‘Cute.’

Extra: 

“Hey, Bakugou! You haven’t come out of your room the entire day— OH MY GOD WHAT IS Y/N L/N DOING IN YOUR ROOM AHH!”

“Shut the fuck up, Dunce face.” 

[yandere-mha-blog]

Hello author here to bring a couple of after stories for cute aggression, hope you enjoy them, they will published at any time so enjoy

After story #1

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Everything with Katsuki was going well, ever since the news of your quirk and you taking a  bit of time to yourself and casually going on dates with him, it had been going well. The only thing that you didn't like was the fact he was so busy with work, so dates were scarce, and what was even worse was the damm reports that swarmed the two of you when you were enjoying some street food.

Katsuki ended up exploding a camera, and getting in trouble with the Hpsc, you were in the background laughing at the abusrtry of the citation, what you didn't like was when someone shoved a camera in your face, katsuki being well katsuki was still over protective, even with the nullifying bracelet on, so seeing a reporter get thrown across the street by and angry katsuki while you were just trying to enjoy your crape.

Of course the reporters did see the nullifying bracelet and started asking questions, and Katsuki in all his glory told them to shove their damm questions up their ass, shit them out and step in it, always subtle. .

Right now you were reading a magazine, it was getting late you wondered if Katsuki was going to call tonight, he was always so busy it kinda sucked not being in his aprtment now, but this arrangement was the best at the moment, you tossed your magazine on the coffee table and sat back going on your blog feed, maybe being the ‘girlfriend’ of Katsuki bakugou, the second strongest hero in japan, was giving you a lot of attention not all good attention.

“She ain't even that pretty, why is he dating her.” “She looks so dull :/ Bakugo deserves better if you ask me.”

“Isn't she just distracting him from his hero work, how selfish can this woman be.”

“Why is he dating someone who is so weak looking, you think katsuki would be into stronger women.”

“Yall just jealous.” you said sticking your tongue out at the phone before going back to looking at funny bunny videos, when your phone finally rang, seeing  “angry pompom boyfriend” pop up.

“Hello~” you chirped

“Hey, you picked up on the first ring, you've been waiting for a call?” he asked

“Maybeeee.” you said “how was work, make anyone bleed?”

“ONly the ones that deserved it, altho i got scratch on my arm, not important-”

“NUcked how deep is the cut, i know when you say a scratch it usually means you need stitches!” you said

“Okay fine three stitches, it isn't anything stop worrying about me.” he said

“Can't stop me.” you said

“Look im going to be fine stop worrying about me, anyway an old class mate invited me to this dumb event, and did youw ant to be my plus one?”

“Really what class mate, what's the event?”

“THe hero Froppy, she has this water park , and she invited all the classmates, except for one to join.”

“Ohhh frobby, the frog one, yes her, well the thing is i would love to go but i have a problem.”

“What?”

“I don't have a bathing suit and I'm not a good swimmer.” you said

“I'll take you bathing suit shopping dn keep you in the kid section.” KAtsuki said

“I'm not a kid.” you huffted

“Well you said you swim like one.” Katsuki said “besides it will be fine if you are going to be surrounded by a bunch of heroes no one is going to let you drown.”

“True, but do they know of my quirk?” you asked

“The doctor said your quirk isn't really effective if it's just a couple of hours, you can explain it to them or I can.” KAtsuki said “So you want to go or not?”

“Yes, I wanna go.” you said “where and when should i meet you for bathing suit shopping?” “I'll pick you up tomorrow around 3.” Katsuki said

“I can meet you there, you know.”

“Just let me do this.” Katsuki said

“Okay thanks katsuki, also don't stress your arm out mr stitches.” you said

“It's almost healed anyways.” Katsuki said “i'll be there at 3 so be ready.”

“I will, byeee love you suki.”

“Don't go all soft on me.” KAtsuki said as you could practically feel the heat from his blush through the phone “...bye.” Click

He was so awkwardly cute sometimes, hard to believe that he tried to keep you locked up in a remote cabin in the woods a few months ago, still a waterpark, they were always so expensive so you never want, i mean the beach and bathtub were just as good, it was mostly spending time with Katsuki you were happy about.

So when Katsuki was standing outside your apartment, at 3:10, waiting ten minutes as you were putting your hair up, you opened the door

“Finally took you long enough, when i say 3, i mean 3.” he said

“And you should know by now , I'm probably going to be ten minutes late.” you said “also is that anyway to speak to your partner.”

He flicked your forehead

“Well it's rude to keep your partner waiting, now let's go.” Katsuki said as you walked to his car, and turned on the music, you were mumbling the words under your breath and bopping to the beat with your head. Katsuki was unknowingly tapping the steering wheel with you.

You finally arrived at the swimsuit shop and happily made your way in only to see katsuki take a seat outside the store

“Ahem.” you said

“What?” Katsuki said

“Aren you going to come in with me?” you asked

“I'm pretty sure you can dress yourself.” Katsuki said, you sighed

“Okay fine Guess I have to deal with all the leechers' eyes on me when I try them on.”

“What?” Katsuki said

“Don't you know there are always those men who like to hang around to be able to see women in swimsuits, and there are a few bikinis in there that look cute.” you said knowing how to push his buttons, so he went in glaring at any dude who even glanced your way, you were looking through the racks of swim sits and held up one that looked more like it belong in a lingerie section

“Katsuki, why are they selling a swimsuit that's just a bunch of strings?” you asked and he put it back on the rack and replaced it with a one piece, you kept looking and saw one that made you laugh

“Hey katsuki you never told me you had a swimsuit deal.” you said holding up a Dynamigth brand bikini

“Wasn’t my idea when they said a swimsuit line, I thought they were talking about athletic swimwear.”

“Hmm, maybe I should get this.” you said and he put it back on the rack and put a different one on

“No.” he said bluntly, he was so easy to tease, you found a couple more you liked, but you were torn between a cute pink one, and black and orange one

“What's taking so long in there?” Katsuki asked as he was slumped against the wall

“I can't decide.” you said, “Katsuki 1 or 2?” 

“1” he said

“Okay this one it is then.” you said walking out in the orange and balck one, before he pushed you back in

“Okay looks great now go get dressed and let's check out already.” he said

“Geez you hate it that much.” you said

“It's fine.”

“Oh so just fine.” you said

“I said it looks great, look can we leave now, i hate swimsuit shopping.” Katsuki said

“Never would've guessed.” you said, walking out in your clothes with the orange swimsuit in hand, as you went and checked out, you passed by the mens swim suits and then had a thought

“Hey Katsuki do you need new swim trunks?” you asked

“No.” he said “I buy the same black swim trunks from the same brand every summer.” Katsuki said

“That is so like you.” you said eye a pair of pink swim trunks with white teddy bear faces on them.

“No, I see what you are looking at, and I'm saying no.” Katsuki said, as you tugged his sleeve

“Can you at least try them on?” you said

“No.” Katsuki said

“Pretty please.” you said

“Adding pretty to the front isn't gonna change my mind.” he said, and you stared at him giving him that look”Don't you dare.”

“Suki, can you pretty please with a cherry on top, try them on.” you said, and that's how you got Katsuki To wear a pair of pink swim trunks with white teddy bear faces on them, he looked extremely pissed off like usually, as you were smiling happy to yourself

“Aww you look so cute.” you cooed and took a photo

“I swear i'm never going to forgive you for this.'' Katsuki said as he closed the door and walked out of the store, you wrapped your arm around his and happily strolled around the mall, getting some Boba together, it wasn't a surprise Katsuki got a Mangoada. You were happily sipping on the peach one you got, as katsuki tried to harass you to try some, even though time and time again you made it clean you didn't like the spice.

Still the two of you saw the time and had to get going to enjoy the water park. Katsuki seemed a bit on edge, maybe seeing his old classmates was making him nervous.

“Oh wow is that momo, and Shoto?” you said “They are in the same ranks as you, oh look it's Kaminari and denki.” 

“Hey look who decided to come join us.” Denki said as Katsuki parked his car and mumbled under his breath and walked out “Look, Mr. Antisocial decided to join us.”

“Can it.” KAtsuki said

“Or what you’ll blow my head off.” Denki then shut his mouth as he saw you come out of the car “I mean...heyyyyy (name)!”

“Hi denki.” you said

“Oh so this is Katsuki Girlfriend.” Sero said, popping out from behind Kirishima “gotta ask what does this little lady see in that brute over there.”

“Katsuki is a great boyfriend.” you said “your name is Hanta right?”

“OH please just call me Sero.” He said sticking his hand out and you shook it only to be taped to his hand “Gotta say im stuck to you.”

“Watch yourself.” Katsuki said pulling you hand off, and just great another flirt, so now you had to deal with denki, sero and kirishima to an extent, the red and white one didn't seem too interested “and look here is the thing about my girlfriend, i think she should explain it though.”

“Thanks katsuki, i have a quirk that has a tendency to make people's emotions about me a little, off the charts with how they feel about me, so Katsuki is wearing the bracelet since there was a incident in april, denki and kirishima were there.” You said and Sero nodded his head

“Noted.” He said patting your head And katsuki slapped his hand away “you sure the bracket works though

“You should have seen him before he had that on.” Denki said,as the front door opened and froppy waved them in

“HI everybody, glad to see those who could make it, I'm surprised to see Bakugou here.” she said

“Sweet lets go!” Kirishima said and you walked in and went into the changing room, a little weird to be left alone with another pro hero, still you got in you bathing suit and momo came out.

“Oh hello.” She said “I didn't get to introduce myself earlier, im Momo.” she said “you are (name) right.”

“Yes, that's me.” you said “So you were one of Katsukis classmates?” “Yes I was, he was...interesting back then.” she said  as the female gym locker slammed open

“Heyyyy heyyy.” you heard and saw a head of bright pink hair and skin walk in “MOMO! “Mina you were able to make it.” she said

“Sure was and….wait a second who is this, i don't remember this face being in our class, she looks a little younge.”

“Oh i'm Katsuki girlfriend.” you said, and she let out a loud gasp

“NOOOO WAYYYYY.” she said “YOU HAVE TO TELL ME HOW THAT IS, TRUTH BE TOLD KATSUKI WAS VOTED MOST LIKELY TO NEVER DATE OR MARRY.”

“Mina you are a little loud.” Momo interjected

“Ohhh sorry.” she said turning back to you “is that why you choose the orange and balck swimsuit, tell me everything.”

“You will have to excuse Mina, because she loves other people's relationships.” Momo said, and mina looked at her and gave a mischievous smile

“Speaking of relationships, how are you and Todoroki doing?” she asked

“There is nothing of that sort going on between us.”Momo said,as MIna kept pestering her for information, you decided to leave the locker room, only to see Katsuki waiting by the bench right outside of it, making you jump.

“You ready?” he asked solving an inner tube at you

“Yup, A girl named MIna showed up late.” you said, and Katsuki let out a grone, as Momo walked out looking disheveled as MIna followed and looked at katsuki.

“Still why couldnt of Jiro come?” denki said as kirishima have hima reassuring pat on the back

“Hey be lucky this many classmates were able to come

“Still jiro would have known the best music to play over the loudspeakers and holy moly of god look.” Denki said, as Kirishaim inked him on the head “ow.” “Don't go ogling the girls dude.” Kirishaim said “OH WOW MOMO YOUR MUSCLES ARE REALLY IMPRESSIVE.”

“Thank you kirishima.” she said and getting in the water

“Hey hey hey.” Mina said “i don't hear you saying my muscles are impressive.”

“Oh, well they are.” Kirishima said as Mina put him in a headlock and noggied him, at least you know where Kirishima got his sense of greeting from. Shoto was in the wave pool in an innertube with his eyes closed, he almost looked dead. Kirishima was running away from mina and jumped into the pool splashing you and Katsuki on the side, you shrugged and jumped in with the inner tube, katsuki had his feet in the pool

“Aren you coming in?” you asked

“No thanks.”Katsuki said, as you saw a blob of red under the water swimming towards Katsuki and then grabbing his nakel pulling him in, kirishiam popped his head above the water and was laughing and swimming away from his friend who was out for blood, you sighed wishing you could play along with them, when sero jumped in next to you.

“Hello again.” he said, and you gave him a polite smile

“Hello.” you said

“So i'm guessing you can't swim that well?” Sero said, you nodded, so he pulled out a piece of tape from his elbow and attached it to the tube, and started swimming, pulling you alone “Off we go.”

You were laughing as Katsuki finally got his hands on kirishima and threw him over his head and kirishima landed about a good five feet away with a loud splash, katsuki ran a hand through his hair before looking over to where you laughing was coming from, and he nearly blew a gasket. He swam over and grabbed the other side of the tube

“Hey, what do you think you are doing?” Katsuki said as he wasn't really asking

“OH hey bakugou, im hanging out, she can't swim that good so im giving her a free ride.” Sero said acting all innocent as sero pulled the tube towards him, and then katsuki pulled it back, you weren't really into the whole tug of war so you slipped out the bottom, katsuki looked down and let go causing the tube to smack Sero in the face, as he pulled you above water

“Hey what was that , you can't swim well.” Katsuki said, “Look, just get on my back.”

“Okay.” you said as you latched yourself on his back and he started swimming off

“He is so whipped.” Denki said to sero

“Haha definitely.” Sero said rubbing the red mark that was on his face, Momo was int he wave pool talking to Shoto as he just nodded his head, as mina came by with Kirishima to you and katsuki

“Hey wanna chicken fight?” she asked

“What's that?” you asked

“It's when you sit on someone's shoulders and then you try to push the other person off.” she said

“Hmm sounds interesting but I'm at a disadvantage here.” You said, “What do you think katsuk.”

“Eh.” KAtsuki said

“He is just chicken he is going to lose.” Kirishiam said

“Definitely.” MIna said

“OH you are going to regret saying that.” Katsuki said “(name) get on my shoulder now.”

“Uhh okay.” you said getting on and MIna sitting on kirishima

“Ready set...go!” she said pushing on your shoulder, oh so this was you were supposed to do, you grabbed her shoulders as Kirishima dn Katsuki were trying to remain balanced

“You are going down.” Katsuki said

“Haha you think your girlfriend can beat a pro hero.” Kirishima said, and that comment made you upset, now you want victory.

“Katsuki move back...now!” you said as mina lunged forward and Katsuki dogged her and she fell face first into the water taking kirishima face with her, they both emerged looking angry at both of your dirty tactics to win, as both of you were laughing, kirishima grabbed katsuki ankle again and dragged him under, you started splashing as Kirishima caught you.

“Katsuki let off an explosion underwater sending a stream of water smack dab into Kirishima face as he took you back, mina was laughing at Kirishima face of shook, denki was also laughing in the background.

Over all, every eventful day at the water park it was getting rather late so the pool lights came on, and katsuki was pulling you along by your arms as you were kicking your legs.

“YOu can be a perfectly good swimmer, you should practice at my pool.” Katsuki said, as sero and denki were lounging the chairs and mina and kirishima were racing down the water slide, Shotot and momo were in the lazy river.

Tsu came out from under the water and said that the park was closing soon, shoto and momo were the first to leave, maybe mina was right, something could be going on between them, or they were good friends.

Katsuki was drying your hair off as Denki kept commenting on how he wasn't doing it right and he was going to rip your hair out, sero pulled him away and the two of them left. And Kirishima had to drag Mina out since she was suggesting a  sleepover in the water park.

“Later guys, it was nice seeing you again (name).” Kirishima said

“You too.” you said and waved them off

“Byee it was nice meeting you.” Mina said

“Byee you too.” you replied, as katsuki removed the towel  from your hair

“Did you have fun today?” Katsuki asked

“SUre did, and I think I learned to swim a bit better today as well.” you said, “I'm hungry and tired though.”

“Well...i mean, if you want, i can make you something at my house and stay over, like old times...only if you want.”

“Hmmm tempting.” you said “you aren going to lock me up right.”

He flicked your forehead at that comment

“NO dumdum, remember this bracelet I'm wearing.” Katsuki aid holding his wrist up only for you to notice it was gone, then katsuki noticed it was gone as well “...fuck.”

“Uhhh katsuki where is the bracelet?” you asked

“SHit it must of fell off when i was swimming.” Katsuki said “hey frog girl i lost something in the pool!”

“What was it?” she asked

“MY nullifying bracelet.” Katsuki said 

“Oh, yeah you were wearing a bracelet when you came here, i'll go scoop out the pool for you.” she said and jumped in the water, as you are starting to get a little on edge.

“Hey, look don't worry, i've only been around you a couple of hours, I'm sure.” Katsuki said

“...you asked me if you wanted me to come to your apartment, what is that supposed to make me think when the thing is off.” you said

“Hey it wasn't like that okay, look i mean i miss you and all that sure, but i'm not going to try that bullshit again.” Katsuki said as you scooted away from him

“I think i should go in the washroom till you get it back on.” you said getting up and walking into the women washroom and sighing, you scratch the back of your head, how long was the bracelet off.

“Found it.” Tsu said handing it back to him, Katsuki quickly snached it back and put it on and let out a sigh of relief

“...thanks...look can you go in and tell her it's found.” Katsuki said, she just nodded, it was weird to see Katsuki that freaked out, she went in and found you on the bench inside

“Hey, I found that bracelet.” She said “I don't really know the whole story but it seems really important, you both seem a bit freaked out?”

“Oh you found it, thank you.” you said looking up “And yeah it's kind of a long story.”

“You had a quirk you didn't know about that makes people's emotions about you more extreme?” She asked, you nodded her head “Well at least you know that Katsuki likes you, truth be told not a lot of classmates ever thought he would be in a relationship, and when he got into a bad one we were worried, still he seemed more worried to get the thing back on.”

“Really?” you asked, she nodded

“Yup, Bakugo has been extreme his whole life however, but I'm sure even his care for you is the same as in his hero work, Bakugo has always been the type to put his 100% in everything.”

“Yeah he really is great, I'm just worried.” You said

“Well you should talk to him about it, because he had a very worried expression on his face.” She said “I am going to have to close up now, hope you two sort everything out.”

You walked out and saw Katsuki waiting by the car, you walked over

“You all good-” he started but you cut him off with a hug “why what are you doing?”

“Physical affection.” you said your words muffled by his chest “Sorry for getting so freaked out, i know that you would tell me if you were starting to feel that way again.”

“You are really dumb soemtimes.” Katsuki said, patting your head “you still wanna come over for dinner?” he asked and you nodded your head.

One step at a time you supposed 

[justanotherlifeff]

How 'bout a Bakugou fic where he's in love with an older woman, lets say his senpai. I just love the idea of Bakubae pining after someone who's a little bit older than him 🤤

Not my senpai

Bakugou stared at the big red zero on the test paper in his hand with an angry expression. Ofcourse he, THE Bakugou Katsuki couldn't get a fucking zero on a test! There must have been some sort of mistake! As if Aizawa was reading Bakugou's mind, he looked at Bakugou and stated, "Bakugou, there hasn’t been any mistake in my grading if that's what you're thinking. You got perfect scores in every other test except for English. If you want to be a top hero, your English speaking skills need to be top notch since famous pro heroes are sometimes sent on missions abroad. You need extra tutoring and we'll talk in details about it after classes are over.". "Yes, sensei.." Bakugou grumbled, almost blowing up the test paper in his hand as he crumbled it and shoved it in his bag. The worst part of it all was that he was the only one in class to fail English. Iida, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu came from expensive middle schools which gave them good English skills since they already learnt it all from back there. Midoriya was always good at taking notes which is why he managed to keep up with English as he also took help from Iida and Todoroki. Uraraka and Tsuyu took help from them as well and managed to pass the English exams. Kaminari and Sero knew English from video games while Mina and Kirishima learnt it from american fashion and fitness blogs. Koda learned English from cooking videos while Jirou learnt it from singing English songs. Satou apparently had relatives abroad and therefore, he was taught the language by his parents. No one knew how Ayoama knew such good English while the others simply seeked guidance from Yaoyorozu. Hell, even Mineta knew enough English to pass the exams thanks to watching way too many English porn videos! Bakugou was the only one with the massive ego to not ask for help from anyone which in turn came back to bite him on his own ass.

When class was finally over, Bakugou sat at his chair angrily, waiting for his discussion with Aizawa. He knew that getting extra tutoring would improve his English skills and ofcourse, he didn't want to be topped by "shitty deku". Then again, taking help from people was rather embarassing for him. However, it's not like he had an option in this case. While thinking of all these, he didn't notice the third year student slip in the classroom. Bakugou was currently in the second year of UA. During his first year, he was able to manage English classes somehow but now that lessons got way harder, he managed to get his first failing grade in his entire life. Bakugou's trail of thoughts was broken by Aizawa speaking to him. "I don't have any extra time to give you extra tutoring and nor does the other teachers. (L/N) here would be helping you with English because of that. She's one of the big three of the third year and she's got the top marks in every year so don't underestimate her and behave. Talk to her and set your extra lesson timings." Aizawa drawled before getting out of the class with his sleeping bag, leaving Bakugou with you. "Hey, I'm (L/N) (Y/N) from 3A and I'm glad to help you out with English. So, Bakugou-kun, tell me when you're free and we can work out a time to study together?" you told him with a small smile as you sat on the chair infront of him. "Am free after classes everyday for 2 hours." Bakugou muttered with a scowl. "I see. You're not too friendly are you? Well, it doesn't matter. As long as you cooperate and as long as your English skills get better, you don't need to play friends. I'll see you after class on Wednesdays and Thursdays alright? See ya tommorow." You stood up, your polite smile gone to replace your face with seriousness. Well, atleast you successfully broke his expectations of you being a random extra cause it was like you read him by his expression alone.

"(L/N)-SENPAI IS GIVING YOU EXTRA TUTORING? GODDAMNIT WHY DID I NOT FAIL ENGLISH?!?!?!??!" Kaminari wailed at the information passed onto him for the 100th time. "Why is dunce face acting like that?" Bakugou asked Kirishima, tired of Kaminari's fanboying over you. "You really don't know anything about (L/N)-senpai do you Bakubro? Her quirk is similar to principal Nezu and she pretty much is smarter than a computer. She can tell exactly what you're thinking by just looking at you cause she's so good at reading a person's body language and she apparantly got into the hero course without having any physical quirk just cause she apparantly made a different student hit a building in a certain place that made all the other buildings in Ground beta fall over crushing all the robots. Principal Nezu already requested her to take over his position as soon as he retires. She won the sports festival three times in her year cause she uses everyone's quirk against them somehow. As far as I know, no one really understands what's going on in her mind cause she always has this polite smile on her and so far, no one has been able to befriend her or get anywhere close to her cause she somehow always shuts them out. She's pretty much the prettiest, smartest and the most untouchable girl in UA. Which is why, Kaminari is shitting himself cause (Y/N)-senpai would never go out of her way to tutor someone and you're seriously lucky cause she's probably the smartest person in Musutafu besides Principal Nezu." Kirishima explained. At the moment, Bakugou clearly understood why your expression suddenly changed just because he scowled. You probably understood that he thought you were an extra when in reality, you were anything but one. The whole ordeal, somehow, made Bakugou feel embarassed about judging you without knowing shit.

Wednesday came sooner than he expected and Bakugou knew that he had to compensate for embarassing himself. Ofcourse you probably thought that he infact was the extra cause you were clearly way smarter than he was. While you tried to find his issues with English, he was feeling uncomfortable thinking about the events from back then. "Bakugou-kun, I'm not looking down on you cause you looked down on me. I can understand that you figured out my quirk from someone but it's alright. People tend to judge others and that's normal human behaviour. Now that you feel bad about it, that's enough for me and we can just forget that happened." you told him, again with that polite smile. "Okay." Bakugou muttered feeling awkward since he wasn’t used to people reading him like that. Like Kirishima mentioned, you really were extremely smart and you figured out exactly what made his English skills weak in a matter of minutes. While he had a good understanding of grammer, he clearly had no practice when it came to implementing it. After talking to him for a while, you figured out his interests quite easily and for the next few months, you brought him books that he might like for him to read out loud to you. Bakugou was a smart person as well and it didn't take him any more than the next three months to master English well. By then, the two of you read over a hundred books together in the library. The two days of tutoring turned into all seven days a week and Bakugou found himself drawn to you after the first month. While you were polite and cold at the begining, you started to laugh at Bakugou's dry offensive humour. Bakugou found your smart remarks funny as well, letting out a deep chuckle at times. The books you got him were all up to his interests at the beginning but with time, they ended up being books that you genuinely enjoyed which made Bakugou learn more and more about you. You, like him, were a misunderstood person. You understood exactly what others thought of you which made you detach yourself from people. Everyone always thought of you negatively behind your back and they believed that you wouldn’t figure it out. The only problem was that you always did. People were easy to read after all and you understood why people found you to be too intense. People are naturally made to be scared of the unknown and no one really knew you. Well, except Bakugou. You opened up to this certain boy because he always showed what he felt. To him, there was no reason to hide his feelings, he would say that he dislikes someone on their face. You liked that bold attitude and you found yourself opening up to him, thinking of him as a friend or maybe more.

When Bakugou looked at the red 100/100 written on his English test paper, a smirk formed at his face. He couldn't wait to show it to you and brag about his English skills. He knew that he wouldn't be here without you but then again, you already knew that. He loved that he didn’t have to voice his appreciation out loud to you since you always picked up on his subtle gestures of appreciation unlike everyone else. Hell, you were smart enough to see the good in him, to see everything else other than his prickly exterior. He finally knew why Kaminari was fangirling over you months back since ge found himself doing the same. You were the embodiment of perfection to him and now, three months later, he knew that he was head over heels in love with you. However, unlike you, he didn't have any way of predicting you. You were older than him by an year. Hell, you were a senior student and you always rejected everyone who asked you out. You'd be starting out as a pro hero in less than a few months while he'll still be a high school student and ofcourse that meant that you’d most probably reject him. With all that negative thoughts, he went to the library to meet up with you for tutoring sessions. Given that he already aced his exams, there was no more reason for you to tutor him anymore. The thought that you probably wouldn’t talk to him again made him feel sick at the stomach. "Hey Bakugou-kun! How did the test go?" you asked him with a genuine smile as you sat at one of the tables in the library. With a cocky smirk, Bakugou held out his test paper, showing off his perfect grade. To his surprise, you stood up and did a little weird victory dance as you clearly looked extremely happy. "Damn, (L/N), you seem more happy about my grades than I am" Bakugou teased you, making you blush furiously as you realised that you literally danced like an idiot infront of him. "It's (L/N)-senpai Bakugo-kun! Besides, all teachers feel happy when their students get perfect scores you know!" you tried to defend yourself by teasing him. Usually, he would tease you back with some sort of insulting remark but this time, he was quiet. You knew about his feelings for you for a while. After all, Bakugou wasn’t very hard to read. To be honest, you found yourself falling for him as well. However, you wanted him to make the first move. You were older than he is but that didn't mean that you’d have to take charge in every case. Unfortunately, it seemed as if he couldn’t gain that confidence and now that your tutoring sessions came to an end, you didn't know what to do. "Senpai huh..." you heard Bakugou mutter, his hair hiding his eyes as you saw a small smirk on his face. "I refuse to call you my senpai, (L/N). You may be an year older than I am, you may have a quirk that makes you a hundred times smarter than I am but I saw through you. Don't think that I didn’t notice those blushes on your face whenever I teased you or how you look like the world ended now that our tuition sessions are over. I seriously was confused at the begining but now, I'm pretty confident that you like me, don't you, (Y/N)?" Bakugou asked, looking straight at your eyes as he called you by your first name. To say that you were blushing would be an understatement as you were completely red by his boldness. "As far as I'm concerned, you're not my senpai from now on. You'll be my girlfriend instead. If I'm wrong, then you can walk away from me and I'll not bother you again." Bakugou stated, a blush forming at his face. He didn’t think this through. Infact, as soon as he saw your sad expression, he decided that he needed to confess now. It as now or never. Bakugou was never good with feelings and you understood why his confession sounded more like a declaration that you were his. A small shy smile formed on your face as you looked at him and said, "Alright, I'm not your senpai". The next thing you knew was that you were pulled into a deep passionate kiss.

Bonus: "YOU'RE DATING (L/N)-SENPAI??!?!?!?! WHY DID I NOT FAIL ENGLISH GAHHHHHH" Kaminari was bawling in the 2A common room while Bakugou looked at Kirishima with an annoyed expression and told him, "Tell Dunce face to shut his trap." Kirishima only looked at Bakugou with a shocked expression thanks to the news that Bakugou was dating you being thrown at him moments ago.

[Author's note: I've been wanting to write something like this for a while. Hope you liked it!]

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Sentiment [Izuku Midoriya] ; 05

Precious Chapters in Sentiment [Izuku Midoriya] SERIES

Warning: Name calling, rumors  Word Count: 2,235

You knew coming back to school will be tough, but it’s tougher than you thought. Everyone is isolating themselves from being related to you. You wouldn’t blame them, but you were a bit angry because of how people easily believe false rumors. The rumors are getting out of hand or even being dramatized. 

You had to watch your step and be on the lookout because you became disgraced in front of everyone’s eyes. People tried to make yourself look like a fool such as taking apart your desk and chair screws to attempt on tripping you. You were getting sick of it. You knew you couldn’t go eat your lunch in the inventory room, as usual, you would do or sit with your ex tables with his friends. You took a seat in the corner away from everyone. 

Misaka was using her pass on skipping couple periods to get ordered materials that needed to be picked up from the shop. She is working on her project for the invention event. You ate quickly using your school’s tablet to pull up the roster of all students in the hero course matching up with students from the support department. You scroll down for your name to have your eyes land next to the name, Midoriya Izuku. 

You took a deep breath and gulped down your saliva before you double-tap to highlight his name and press the button to delete. Now it’s official that he is free for any other students to take him if they like to and ask for his permission. You blow out from your mouth and scrolled up to the top to see the available names to be quite surprised to see one of the top 3 heroes in training from Class A-3 was available. 

Bakugou Katsuki. 

You have worked with him before and already know his measures. An idea suddenly appearing on your mind could be the invention you could do for his costume. Perhaps an upgrade from his current costume to changing some parts of his costume. As you open the drawing application to start sketching away on what his upgraded costume could look like and writing down some details would have to explain to him.

You had to present something to him to show what you could do. Perhaps other students brought ideas that he didn’t like which concludes blunt rejection from his part. He is a very blunt person who doesn’t sugar-code anything. He could reject you for numerous reasons but you know he uses his brain more than rumors, hopefully. 

You get so sucked into your work. You didn’t realize the person you were sketching ideas for was getting into argument with his friends on the other side of the cafeteria. 

“Bakugou, that’s a bad idea. It will affect your reputation.” Kaminari Denki doesn’t agree on what his friend was about to do and the rest of his friends agree to expect Kirishima and Bakugou. 

Kirishima Eijirou is dating your best friend, Misaka, and couldn’t voice out his thoughts. He just makes his mouth open to speak but he doesn’t agree with them. He believes to know [Name] well enough with all interactions he had with you. You aren't a bad person, perhaps you simply make a mistake. Everyone is human. Everyone makes a mistake due to a lack of judgment. 

“All of you are dumbass to believe those fucking dramatized rumors. You must be fucking blind if you didn’t see how they behaved with that loser.” Bakugou Katsuki abruptly stands up shaking off Denki’s arm around his shoulder. He was walking towards you. 

Kirishima looks at his back and looks down on his empty before standing up too. “They did have genuine feelings for Midoriya despite what everyone thinks. I have seen it first hand.” Kirishima says before walking away from his table. 

He recalls all those double dates with the two. The look of full adoration and happiness towards Midoriya couldn’t be faked. For someone who was faking their love, they wouldn’t worry about their well being as much as they did. They would scold him and create something even stronger than before to protect him from harming himself. He remembers hearing Midoriya named being yelled and dragged inside while his friend and himself were playing video games in the lounge area. Someone to fake to ensure that Midoriya was eating despite being so sucked into training. You would drag him out from outside because Midoriya skipped a meal which earns scold from you. 

You even cook for him ahead of time each time. 

No one would go to those extremes when they are faking the entire time. 

He recalls the festival where Misaka dragged him away to hide when she spotted you and Midoriya holding hands while chatting away in your conversations. That look in your eyes could not be faked, it was genuine feelings behind those (eye color) eyes. 

Meanwhile, Bakugou takes a seat beside you which startled the hell of you. He was staring at the sketches which resembled his costume. You must have been thinking of ideas before approaching him to be your model considering numerous students tried to approach him. 

“Show me what you got.” He commands before looking at you who was looking at him completely bewildered. 

“Why are you here?” You were shocked that he approached you out of the blue. 

“I needed a partner.” He lies, as Kirishima sits beside you. 

“It seems like you needed some companionship.” Kirishima smiles causing your lower lip to tremble. Your eyes shined before you blink away your tears. 

“Those rumors are ridiculous. Perhaps one is true but the rest..”

“Bullshit.” 

You crack a smile feeling a weird sensation in your chest, perhaps its relief that not everyone believes those rumors. Kirishima and Bakugou are trying to cheer you up in their ways. 

Bakugou snatches the tables over causing you to jump in surprise. “Be gentle! It can be deleted easily!” You exclaimed as he looked over the sketches. 

“Are you gonna explain or not?” Bakugou mocks you before you huff your cheeks with air. 

“Rude!” You mumble and take the tablet back from Bakugou, placing it in the middle where both of them could see. 

You use your tablet drawing pen to circle what you are talking about in a new layer that could be easily deleted without affecting the rest of your work. “There are numerous options you could, such as upgrading your whole suit or just upgrading your gear.” 

“Wouldn’t it be expensive?” Kirishima thinking back at how much his costume upgrades cost, thankfully Fatgum agency is paying for it. His wallet hurts from just imagining it. 

“Yes. But it is possible to get donors, especially Bakugou's reputation as a hero and mine as an inventor. However, I believe Endeavor wouldn’t mind since Bakugou is gonna be working under him. Endeavor knows me personally since I have done his sidekick’s gear upgrades. He knows I am about the quality of all of my inventions, not the price tag.” You answered his question without any hesitation. 

“Why are my gauntlets smaller?” Bakugou questions. 

“I could make them smaller which could be better for you if you were to need to carry citizens or carry anything, in general, a lot easier than removing your whole gauntlets off to do things.” 

“The same amount of power.” Bakugou questions before a smile comes to your lips. 

“I could, but I thought you would like it to be in higher capacity.” Your answer brought a smirk on his face. 

Kirishima’s eyes widened, “Bigger. Holy shit.” 

He thinks of Bakugou with his famous gremlin laughing and letting out bigger explosions but seeing the two of you. He can see imaginary horns on top of the two heads with arrow tails behind them while the two discuss further into his costume change. 

It was entertaining but amusing how well the two got along as if the two have worked before. He could see Bakugou was impressed but ignited to test it out. You were explaining the different options in detail as Bakugou gave tips to want he would like. 

Soon enough, the time was flying so quickly that the bell rings alerting students lunchtime was over which caused everyone to throw away their trash and put their trays where they supposed to be. Kirishima had already said goodbye to you before walking over to his classmate while Bakugou stayed behind to talk to you.

“Hand over your phone.”

“Excuse me.” You were confused about his request. 

“Don’t you want my fucking phone number. We can discuss when we could meet up.“ Bakugou angry mumbles and holds out his hand where you quickly dig into your pockets to pull it out and open it for him to enter his digits.

“You want to be a partner.” You were double confirming and surprised how easily he accepted it. 

“Yeah, Dumbass.” He hands it back to you where he starts walking away. 

You smiled softly before thanking him loudly since he was speed walking to his class. “Thank you!”

“Whatever!”

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Later that day, Bakugou texted you if you were free after school to discuss it over some food. You can’t deny free food. You were waiting outside his classroom since your classes were already finished for the day. Usually, you would use this time to be the inventory but since you are technically banned from the room for a while. You are just using the tablet to draw out better visual ideas and sitting on the floor. 

You had your earphones on while students walk by to go home due to classes ending sooner. There are just a couple minutes left for the bell to ring. The door slips open to walk out Aizawa who tiredly glances over to the side to see you minding your own business and drawing on the school’s tablet. He taps your foot with his. 

You get startled and take off your earphones. “Stand up before my students start tripping over you.” He mumbles before walking away. 

“Sorry. Aizawa.” You immediately stand up and stuff away from your tablet into your bag before putting it on to only make eye contact with big brown eyes that were filled with irritation. 

Uraraka Ochako. 

“Why are you here? Deku doesn’t want to talk to you.” She harshly says pulling your heartstrings. You whine at the thought he probably doesn’t want to even see you. 

“I already know that.” You mumble rubbing your arm in discomfort. 

“I am here for Bakugou.” You could see the confusion and disgust in her eyes. 

“The rumors are true. You are trying to hook up with anyone.” 

Your eyes widen and gasp. “What the actual fuck! No. He is -”

“Their new partner as the model for the department event. Round face.” They both turn around to see him towering over Uraraka easily with his height. 

He walks beside the brown-haired girl. “You shouldn’t easily believe rumors.” 

With his last words to his classmate, before grabbing your wrist and dragging you behind him. You try your best to keep up with him, pacing him and ignoring the stars on your back. 

As Midoriya Izuku finally comes out from hiding in his classroom to stare at your back being dragged away by his rival. 

He isn’t surprised but he couldn’t help but feel hurt. 

He isn’t prepared to confront you again, nevertheless being your model where you would need to casually be in contact with one another. 

His hands curl into a tight fist on his back straps before turning the other side of the hall away from you being in his sight. 

He knew you had to find a new partner since the two of you did not end in a good note, but terrible note. 

He knows this event is important for your career as an inventor for heroes. As much as he wants to hate you for what you have done, but he couldn’t pull himself to do so. 

On the other side, you were surprised how students moved quickly to stay clear from Bakugou path. 

However, people were gossiping over the sight of being together. 

“Is she sleeping with him too?” 

“That feral boy and the whore deserve each other.” 

Your eyes glance down to the floor. You just want to bury yourself into the hole and die. The rumors are getting out of hands. Your mask is starting to crack. It overwhelms how your reputation is being dragged through the mud like shit. 

However, you were snapped out of it by a pull and soft squeeze from him make you look up at him with your tearful eyes. 

“Focus on me, block them out.” He murmurs loud enough for you to hear as he glares down at the student that even tries to block his path. 

Your eyes widen at his advice. You know he is trying to bring you comfort in his way. He is a good person deep down around his sharp edges. 

It also sounds like he is speaking from experience. There are numerous rumors about the feral boy from Class A from the beginning of their first year after the sports festival. 

Perhaps that’s why he always glares at nothingness when he is walking to block out everyone’s whispers around him. 

You stare at the back of his hair and see Bakugou in a new light.

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Reconnecting isn't so bad

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi x Denki Kaminari 

Words: 3,620

Summary: 

The group text had been sent, still active from their time at UA and almost everyone had responded that they would be there.

Denki had not been able to put his phone down, he’d screenshotted the chat, panicked, texted Mina and panicked again; amongst all the replied saying “hell yeah” and “awesome, it’ll be great to catch up” was a reply he hadn’t expected to see.

A one-word reply had consumed him for an entire week now

Shinsou Hitoshi: Sure.

Tags: Blowjobs, Drinking, Explicit consent, Top Shinsou, Bottom Denki

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Denki had never thought throughout all his schooling years that his adult life could be even more stressful than his years at UA. He’d spent the last five years interning at an agency before finally getting the invitation to join Ground Zero’s, which he immediately accepted; Bakugou, Kirishima and Denki had always worked well together so Denki thought it only natural that they’d continue their friendship into their twenties. He has been at Bakugou’s agency for two years now and had just celebrated his twenty-fifth birthday which was an event all in its own but it would have nothing on the party he was invited to tonight. Todoroki, although quiet and stoic majority of the time still loved to find ways to piss off his father, his latest method was hosting the most lavish and wild parties for pro heroes which always left a hole in his dad’s wallet and a mess in his penthouse. The party Shoto was throwing tonight was by all standards much quieter than his normal events, it was only open to his graduating class which he hadn’t seen in quite some time, at least not all together as they were all busy at different agencies across the country.

Izuku had been the one to suggest the “get together” as he had called it but Todoroki didn’t do small, this party would be like all his others, an open bar with very expensive alcohol, security and of course safety from paparazzi.

“It would be so fun to see everyone again don’t you think?”

Izuku had practically begged Shoto, eyes tearing up when he’d suggested it, how could he say no? Izuku was his everything, whatever he wanted he would have. The group text had been sent, still active from their time at UA and almost everyone had responded that they would be there.

Denki had not been able to put his phone down, he’d screenshotted the chat, panicked, texted Mina and panicked again; amongst all the replied saying “hell yeah” and “awesome, it’ll be great to catch up” was a reply he hadn’t expected to see.

A one-word reply had consumed him for an entire week now

Shinsou Hitoshi: Sure

That meant Hitoshi was going to the party, Denki would see his high school crush for the first time in six years, He had given up on trying to ‘seduce’ Shinsou when Monoma had asked him out first, the thing that hurt Denki the most was that Hitoshi had said yes and as far as he knew they’d been dating ever since.

Denki had tried to keep in contact but Shinsou was working as an undercover hero, he rarely answered messages or had the time to hang out, either that or he just didn’t want to. Eventually he just let bygones be bygones, stopped messaging knowing he wouldn’t get a reply, he didn’t even know which agency Shinsou was working for, only that his hero name was Brainwash.

His mind the week before the party had been all over the place, Bakugou was yelling at him even more for stupid slip ups he was making and Kirishima kept giving him pitying looks. He couldn’t help it though, he was beyond nervous, what if Shinsou had really thought him to be annoying all those years and had stopped replying to him because he genuinely hated him, they often were paired together in sparing matches at school to improve their close quarters combat training and Denki had thought they’d at least had some fun, even managing to make Shinsou smile on occasion.

All the thoughts Denki was having were absolutely sabotaging him, he even thought it might just be a good idea not to go to the event, that thought had quickly been thrown out the window after the pre drinks with Mina and Sero had started. Mina really was the queen of self-confidence and always seemed to know the right way to bring anyone out of their own brain.

“Look Denki my darling, my lightning bug, everything will be amazing, you’ll go to the party with us, you don’t have to talk to anyone you don’t want to, were gonna dance, drink and grind on each other for a while, we have our escape word if things get bad and your ass looks great in those shorts. You’re gonna be fine I promise, plus its Shoto’s party and we haven’t seen the class in years”

“Yeah you’re right, I guess I’m just stressed because I’m overthinking. You promise you’ll bail me out if I make a fool of myself or anything?”

“I promise! Sero and I will be by your side or super close all night”

“For sure dude, we’ve got your back and maybe your front depending on how the night goes”

Sero gave Denki a wink, he was one of the only people Denki still regularly hooked up with, it was more a bro helping bro let out frustration thing but they’d been doing it for a while and they were definitely comfortable enough with each other. It was easier for Denki to do friends with benefits, dating wasn’t really something he felt he was comfortable doing, especially now that he was a pro hero, the attention was nice sure but dating fans or sleeping with them was one of his hard no’s.

The trio continued their pre drinks knowing full well that the bar would be flowing when they got there, making final adjustments to their outfits, makeup and hair they were finally ready to go, hopping into one of their private cars they crammed into the backseat while the driver took them to their destination.

Todoroki’s penthouse was beautiful, the view was spectacular and all of the furniture was so incredibly comfortable, Denki felt like he could snuggle into it and sleep forever. He took in the partygoers around him, they were all chatting and catching up, some obviously having worked together at the same agencies but for others it had been the first time they’d seen each other since graduation.

Speaking of which Denki was desperately trying to avoid the tall handsome man with purple hair that had made himself comfortable on the balcony, chatting with Izuku, no doubt catching up. Denki sighed as he watched Hitoshi bring his cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before releasing the smoke into the warm night air. Denki shivered, oh yeah he was definitely not over Hitoshi, his eyes were still sunken and carried his usual bags but he had grown his hair out a bit, wearing it half up in a bun like he’d seen Mic Sensei do in the past.

Denki groaned as he tore his eyes away from the man he knew he could never obtain; he was nowhere near drunk enough to get through tonight. Looking over towards the bar he spots Shoto and Mina chatting and drinking; finally, an escape from his torment, Mina would help take his mind off things and Shoto was never one to ask invasive questions.

Almost reluctantly he got up from his comfortable seat the alcoholic buzz hitting him as he stood up, the slight feeling of dizziness telling him it was probably not the best idea to keep drinking at the rate he was.

‘Screw it’ Denki thought to himself making his way over to his friends. Mina already had a drink to hand him when he got there, taking it and thanking her he took a swig, letting the alcohol hit his tongue, slightly burning on the way down but not an unwelcome feeling.

He’d spent about fifteen minutes talking to his friends and catching up when Todoroki noticed his boyfriend approaching them, giving a small wave Denki looked back to see who he was waving to. Deku was making his way over to them with Shinsou in tow.

Denki felt his blood run cold and the nausea hit hard as his eyes met Hitoshi’s; spinning around a bit too fast he frantically looked to Mina while mouthing the word ‘help’. As Izuku and Shinsou approached Mina put her arm around Denki holding him close to her, and reassuring him he’d be okay. Izuku threw his arms around his boyfriend’s neck and kissed him deeply, Shoto seeming all too happy to return the kiss.

As the two seemed to be wrapped up in each other Shinsou turned to the others to say hi.

As he observed the two Mina was smiling at him while Denki did not look well at all, his head was hidden in Minas shirt and he looked like he might be crying.

“Hey guys, good to see you again”

“Hey Shinsou!” Mina smiled and replied for both of them. “You’re looking well, how have you been?”

“Yeah, good, just work and stuff, y’know …the usual. …Hey is-is Denki okay?”

Denki froze, oh god his voice was so deep, Denki can’t even count how many times he’d fantasised about that voice, feeling genuine tears start to prick at his eyes he gave a small thumbs up as he raised his head to meet Hitoshi’s gaze.

“Hey Shinsou, yeah I’m fine, just feeling a bit nauseous, I think I drank too much”

Denki felt another wave hit him, oh no, maybe the threat of vomiting was an actual threat now; his stomach was doing flips and his head was spinning even more.

“Ummm, I think I need to go to the bathroom. Please excuse me” Denki released himself from Mina’s hold as he looked for the bathroom, honestly he welcomed it at this point, at least he could be alone for a while, try and clear his head a bit.

Denki hated being sick, it was always so unpleasant. Eventually he got a break in his sickness to stop and have a breather, hearing a knock on the bathroom door he managed in a soft voice

“Hey sorry dude kinda occupied in here”

“Denki …its Hitoshi, I thought you might need some water and asprin?”

Denki felt the blush on his face grow as he realised Shinsou had been the one to come check on him, why now? Why him? Denki could only imagine he looked like a mess, against his better judgement he reached up to unlock the door.

When Denki opened the door he saw Hitoshi standing above him staring wide eyed at the scene in front of him. Denki could only imagine how bad he looked right now, red eyes and messed up makeup from crying, hair tied back as best he could, shirt askew exposing his shoulder, slumped over the bowl with apparently every last once of dignity literally flushed away.

Hitoshi sat down beside Denki, ripping some toilet paper and wiping his face clean; the act was gentle and far too domestic for Denki’s liking, another wave hit him as he returned his face to the toilet.

Once he had finished Shinsou patiently returned to helping Denki tidy himself up, offering him the pain killers and water.

“Here, open up” Shinsou whispered as he held up the tablet to Denki’s mouth

Too stunned to talk Denki could only hold eye contact as he obeyed and opened his mouth for Hitoshi, gently placing the tablet on His tongue before offering the water.

After swallowing they sat in silence for a while before Denki spoke

“Thanks Shinsou, I really appreciate it, Sorry I’m such a mess tonight…and like..in general y’know heh”

“You’re completely fine Denki, you’re beautiful, just like always”

Denki’s head snapped up so fast, he thought his brain had gone static again, starring dumbly at Shinsou trying to figure out if he’d actually said what he thought he’d said.

“What?”

“…I’m sorry, I just, I don’t know why I said that” Hitoshi felt the blush on his cheeks rise as he realised he’d just confessed to his long time crush

“You really are beautiful though, I’ve thought so since high school, I guess just seeing you tonight made me realise I still like you, I’m really sorry I don’t even know if you’re single or not and I really shouldn’t be confessing to you in a bathroom when you’ve just been sick and don’t really have the option to-“

“Hitoshi.”

Shinsou stopped his rambling, looking into Denki’s golden eyes, expecting to see rejection but instead Denki was smiling and looked like he was trying to hold back tears.

“I-I like you too Shinsou, but…but I thought you were with Monoma?”

“Nah we split pretty soon after graduation, just didn’t work out, and I could never really get over you”

“Oh” Denki’s tears began to flow freely as Hitoshi pulled him into his chest.

“You wanna go home? I can drive you, I’m sober”

“Yeah, that would be really nice please”.

Denki did his best to clean himself up before heading out with Shinsou, explaining to Mina that He was going to take Denki home she gave him a small wink and smile.

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Walking Denki inside Shinsou took in the apartment, it was modest enough and fairly clean, pictures of Denki and his pro hero friends and team were strewn about the place.

“Hey I think I just wanna have a quick shower, do you wanna have a cup of tea? Or if you need to get going that’s fine too?”

“I would love a tea Denki; you go shower I’ll put the kettle on”

“Cups are in this cupboard, tea selection is in the pantry” Denki pointed before heading to grab some fresh clean clothes for his shower.

Feeling clean and sobered up from his shower and tea Denki and Shinsou spent the next couple of hours talking about themselves, catching up and confessing to each other about their mutual crushes while laughing about it.

“I should probably go; let you sleep” Hitoshi said looking at his now empty cup

“..You could stay if you want?” it came out more as a question on Denki’s part

It was so fast Denki almost didn’t register it was happening, Shinsou had kissed him, deep, gently wrapping Denki’s arms around his neck and lifting his legs around his waist; breaking the kiss only to ask which way the bedroom was.

Eventually they made it to the comfort of the bed neither boy willing to let the other go as they entangled themselves together, only breaking the kiss occasionally to breathe, Shinsou took one of those opportunities to move his mouth to Denki’s neck licking a stripe before attaching his mouth to suck a dark purple bruise on porcelain skin.

Denki’s moan was so guttural he couldn’t silence himself even if he tried, it had been a while since he’d been with someone but oh god he felt so good just being with Hitoshi.

Shinsou moved his hands down the blonde’s body, under his shirt to gently tease and play with his nipples; Denki’s breath hitched in his throat as he let out a silent scream, oh god Hitoshi was talented.

“T-Toshi ..please ahh-I can’t oh yes hnng”

Shinsou ground his hips against the smaller boy’s beneath him, feeling his member stiff in his pants, the friction felt delicious. Breaking the kiss, Hitoshi caught his breath as he observed Denki beneath him, trying to do the same.

“Hey, I just wanted to be clear what you’re okay with tonight?”

A sudden panic struck Denki, he wasn’t sure he was ready for full penetration tonight, prepping generally took him a while; Shinsou must have noticed the worry in his eyes leaning down to kiss him gently.

“Hey, it’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, I’m just happy being here with you”

“I’m sorry Toshi, ummm maybe we could just make out and dry hump? If you’re cool with that?”

“what about a blow job?”

“Oh” Deni’s blush reached the tips of his ears “Yeah I can give you a blow job if you want”

Shinsou’s laugh was low and quiet “I meant me give you one” a sly smile on his lips as he glanced down at him; suddenly Denki felt very small beneath the taller man.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, Denki I want to make you feel amazing, show you how much I’ve wanted you, how much I need you”

in between each breath Shinsou kept peppering gentle kisses to Kaminari’s lips, neck and chest looking up into his eyes awaiting consent to move lower. The answer he got was almost a whisper

“please”

“Keep your eyes on me okay kitten?”

moaning deeply Denki felt his cock twitch at the pet name, his blush increasing and spreading to his neck and chest.

Shinsou noticed the effect that seemed to have on the man beneath him, moving to cup Denki’s growing erection and gently began to rub him to full hardness.

“Did that make you feel good? You want me to keep calling you my kitten?”

“Yes! Toshi please! I’ll be good I’ll be so good I promise please keep going”

A dark chuckle built in Hitoshi’s chest looking up to meet Denki’s beautiful golden eyes again

“Of course Kitten, you’re being so good for me, so well behaved, how about I give you a special treat for being so patient hmm?”

Denki threw his head back at the praise as Shinsou slipped two fingers into the waistband of his pants gently sliding them down, Denki lifting his hips to help him. Once his pants were off Denki realised how exposed he now felt, his shirt was still hitched up exposing his tummy and his cock was straining against his boxers. Shinsou seemed to notice Denki’s change in demeanour and removed his own shirt.

Hitoshi’s body was stunning, he’d beefed up so much in the last seven years, his muscles so well defined and his abs looked like they were chiselled from marble.

“Careful kitty, you’re drooling” Shinsou chuckled as Denki Realised he’d been staring wide eyed and open mouthed for a bit too long.

Crawling in between the smaller man’s thighs Shinsou allowed himself to start working on Denki’s cock, gently kissing along the shaft through his underwear and lightly fondling his balls. Denki let out a silent scream as he began to leak precum, staining his boxers and leaving a gorgeous wet patch just above where Hitoshi was kissing.

Looking up at the blonde Shinsou smirked, Denki looked utterly wrecked and he’d hardly done anything to him yet.

“You ready kitten?”

Denki just nodded and let out a weak “please”

Focusing his attention back on the task at hand Shinsou carefully began to remove Denki’s boxers, freeing his cock to the chill of the air, it twitched at the sensation before Denki gave a full body shudder as Hitoshi moved in to release his warm breath along his shaft.

Purple eyes met gold as Hitoshi wet his lips before placing a final kiss to Denki’s head as he gently, inch by inch, took him completely into his throat.

Hitoshi set a gruellingly slow pace, bringing Denki to the edge only to deny him his release. After teasing the blonde for a solid half hour he looked about ready to cry; Shinsou gently released his dick with a quiet pop.

“you ready to come kitty?”

“YES! Toshi please oh god I need to come PLEASE!”

“Alright kitten, I want you to come down my throat okay?”

“What!? Toshi are you sure? I don’t think-”

“Of course I’m sure, I can’t wait to taste you deep in my throat”

With those words Denki was completely lost again, Shinsou taking him in his mouth once more and increasing both speed and pressure. Denki could feel his orgasm building, just a little more, he was so desperate to go over the edge.

Shinsou could feel Denki’s cock hit the back of his throat again and again as he bobbed his head, desperate to pleasure him, needing to show him just how much he meant to him; Feeling Denki’s hands find purchase in his hair, tugging but not pulling too hard he felt his hips begin to stutter, a sign Denki was close to finish.

With a few more thrusts Denki was moaning as he released into Hitoshi’s mouth, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this strong an orgasm, thighs tensing and trembling, eyes rolling back as the last spurts hit Hitoshi’s tongue.

Breathing heavily Denki released Shinsou’s hair, swallowing the last of the come Hitoshi moved to lay next to him, pulling him in close to his chest and tangling their legs together.

“Did you enjoy that?” Denki’s voice still small and wrecked from his orgasm

“You have no idea” Hitoshi chuckled, kissing Denki on the forehead.

Denki angled his chin up so he could give Shinsou a proper kiss, gently sliding his tongue into the others mouth before pulling away.

“Oh my god I taste gross I am so sorry Toshi!” Denki panicked eyes met Hitoshi’s as he began to laugh

“I think you taste delicious, just like whipped cream” Shinsou held Denki closer as his laughs rumbled through his chest “Although maybe I should steal some toothpaste, do you have a spare toothbrush I could steal?”

“Yeah of course I do, in the first draw beneath the sink in the bathroom”.

When Shinsou returned Denki had cleaned up and put fresh pyjamas on, Shinsou being the furnace he was just opted to sleep in his briefs, snuggling under the covers and once again pulling Denki to his chest. It was the most comfortable either of them had felt in a very long time, they would be able to talk things out in the morning but for now they were both content in each other’s arms.

[kewltie]

Katsuki’s backlog of military pension from the Imperial Homeworld arrives thirteen cycles after he’d finally settled on a newly minted colony outpost in Wild Space. He’d given more than twenty years of his life to the Empire and its glory and they still half-ass his retirement.

Fucking figures. Useless bureaucracy as always.

His pension landed with a dropship of shipments from a nearby space station. Katsuki half expected some kind of parade of medals and acclaims, and enough credits lining his bank account to tide him over for several generations, because Bakugou Katsuki is a goddamn war hero. He’d carried more than his weight in battle and had fought on the frontline of the Empire’s wars since he learned how to carry a gun and shoot a man at eleven on one of the Empire’s offshoot colonies.

He’s a soldier through and through, and he’d paid his dues. It’s now their turn.

What actually steps out of ship is neither some fanciful rewards or some official congratulating on his overdue retirement, but a young man with curls of green hair that reminds him of an overgrown bush and the greenest pair of eyes to match. He even got freckles dusting his face and decked out in gleaming gemstones that covered his ears, hands, neck, and wrists. He is a walking treasury of the Empire, wearing a thin long flowy dressrobe too flimsy and delicate for the kind of harsh climate in CAPU VI, and his long hair is pinned up with a flower ornamental headpiece dyed in crimson colors.

Their eyes meet and Katsuki’s pension dip his eyes as his cheeks stained a soft hue of pink. “Colonel Bakugou,” he says, lowering his head and his long lashes dipping with deference. “I’ve come on the behest of the Empire as a reward for your honorable service and duty to the Imperial Homeworld.”

Katsuki drags his hand down his face and groans as Kaminari whistles appreciatively next to him. “Oh Merciful Thane, they got you a courtesan as your pension,” he says, barely containing his amusement. “What were they even thinking?!”

“Those fucking nutjobs,” Katsuki grumbles.

Courtesan. A fancy nomer for the flowers of the Core Worlds. Genetically engineered humans with spliced genes from various plants, they're bred and raised to be the companion of the elites. Docile, submissive, and blindingly loyal to their master; they're worse than actual pets.

Katsuki crossed path with a few of them in the past through public functions pushed by the Imperial's propaganda machine, because someone got to nicely package war to the ignorance mass. All the courtesans he'd previously encountered were all pretty smiles, well mannered, and soft spoken. They were so goddamn perfect in presentation that it was like talking to an empty headed doll. It had grinded his gears then and it still grinds his gears now. What the fuck is Katsuki even supposed to do with some artificial created flower doll?

Sheltered in the cradle of the Core Worlds, these courtesan certainly never know the meaning of starvation, never dirty their hands in a hard day of work, and certainly had never step foot on some far flung planet and told to survive they must fight and kill the enemies in front of them.

Katsuki had worked his ass off to be able to finally retired deep in Wild Space, far from the Empire's reach, so he can live a life away from the bloodshed and deaths of war after having endured it enough to last several lifetimes.

But, of course the Empire continues to fuck him over even now.

He gazes at the Empire's last fuck you to him, brows pinching in thought. Shipping him back would be an annoyance, too many toes he would have stepped on, but worth it.

The courtesan gives him a tentative smile under the intense scrutiny. Cool. Professional. And just downright perfect. "I'm Izuku from the Misty Rain Teahouse," he introduces himself.

Misty Rain, a famous teahouse that had train some of the best courtesans in the galaxy and Izuku is one of theirs. At least the Empire is not that much of a stingy ass autocracy to skimp out on his pension even if their gift is completely useless and inconvenience to him in this part of space.

"I don't care what the fuck your name is or where you came from," Katsuki says with narrowed eyes, "because you're going hop right back on that damn ship. I don't have time to take care of some pamper pet trying to warm my bed when this hellhole of planet is going to fuck me sideways if I'm not careful."

Izuku flinches, but holds his head high and shoulders firm. "I--," his cheeks redden as he clear his throat, "I'm not here to be just your b-bed partner, Colonel Bakugou. I'm to be your husband. You made an acquisition for a spouse with the VA and I'm here to fulfill it."

A beat of deathly silence, then, "what?" Katsuki demands with an outraged hiss.

Kaminari's brows shoot up to hairline at that revelation. "Sol's galactic balls, they sent you an equivalent of a mail order bride!" He clutches his stomach, and laughs and laughs like the idea is so absurd it got to be some sort of a joke. "I didn't think you were that lonely to be in a need of a spouse, Bakugou."

Katsuki's eyes flashes toward Kaminari and he smacks him at the back of his head for the trouble. "Shut your fucking mouth before I stapled it shut," he threatens.

Kaminari just grins and mines zipping his mouth in the face of Katsuki's glare and fury. "Aye, aye, sir," he says with a lazy salute that makes Katsuki bristle. They’re out of uniform, but doesn’t mean Kaminari can be indolent with his manners.

Katsuki consider throwing him in the compactor for his casual insubordination, but he's shorts on extra hands at his ranch and Kaminari when he's not speaking is actually a good engineer. He sighs, and turns back to the other problem at hand, who is sparing him a hopeful smile.

Katsuki rakes a hand through his hair furiously, before biting the bullet. "Look, I didn't make any formal request for a spouse," he tells Izuku. "So you can go back and tell those fuckers that they had made a mistake. I wanted my pension in credits at least and not a damn bedwarmer."

"B-but," Izuku's green go wide with hurt, "I got your signature here right here, sir." He pulls up a holocron page on his wrist and there's a digital footprint of Katsuki's signature on it. "You signed the paperwork so we're officially married under the Empire's purview."

Katsuki’s jaw locks, hands curling at his side as a windswept murderous rage set in. He thinks of that boy orphaned by war, who had learned how to wield a gun and shoot a man down long before he even knew the warmth of another home; his hands are uncleaned.

Twenty years. Twenty fucking years that he had let them strung him up like a toy soldier so he can bleed on foreign soil countless time, spearheaded invasions, and waged wars for the Empire's ambition that had left him half mad and lost in a sea of the ghost of his compatriots.

He was done. Done with their damning blood wars. Never again will he played into their hands. The day after they had pinned another the medal of honor on his chest, he'd sent in his retirement papers and that was that. Only thirty years old, but he was already a veteran of hundreds of wars.

It only took watching a friend get shot way too many times, that there's no honor or glory in burying the dead and having to grip the hand of someone you had slept and fought side by side with as they breathed their last breath. Katsuki was tired of it all. Losing and losing and losing, even when he had come out of each battle unscathed. Using the blood money they had given him and had accumulated over the years, he bought several acres of land and within a year he managed to carve a life for himself here in the Wild Space.

He'd never consider that escaping from the Empire's machination would even remotely entrap him with a damn husband for a spy later.

"I don't need or want you, so fuck off!" Katsuki spits out. This man before him reeks of the Empire's ploy to have him fall back into their grip. He would foolish to assume that once he hung up his guns and assumed a civilian identity that they would just leave him the fuck alone. He’s too good of a soldier to be ever truly let loose in society.  

Once a dog of war, always a dog of war.

 "I'll double whatever they'd paid you to be here,” Katsuki continues to offer with a glower.

Izuku blinks, taken back his sharp words as hurt flashes across his face, but he swiftly recovers with a steady voice that had been practice a million times before. "Colonel Bakugou, it is of great privilege to be able to serve you,” he says, the words flowing out of him easy and true. “You are not only a hero of the Empire, but the hero, the White Wolf, who had ravaged Epsilon VX and saved the Citadel from the Anrhon." He drops his gaze to the ground. "I was chosen specifically as reward for all your accolades. I deeply apologize that you do not find me to your taste or use."

Kaminari jabs him in the side with his sharp elbow. "Couldn't you be more considerate?" he hisses. "You're going to make him cry!"

Katsuki turns to him and glares. "I fucking didn't ask for him or any of this! I just want those fuckers at HQ to leave me the fuck alone." He switches his attention back to the new baggage that was dropped in his lap unceremonly and finds him hunch over, eyes still downcast, and so out of place at this shitty spaceport with all expensive jewelries and clothes. And fuck.

He sighs, dragging a hand down his face at this entire fucked up fiasco.

Izuku jerks his head up suddenly. "If General Bakugou wish for me to leave, I would," he starts, voice hesitant and wary, "but as the next transport shuttle won't depart to the core worlds till next quarter, I cannot leave yet."

Katsuki groans in defeat, because what the fuck.

When he'd chosen this quadrant of the in the outer rims, Wild Space, because he had wanted to put as much distance from the reaches of the Empire as possible and this part of space is harsh and still mostly untamed. It takes the Empire too much manpower to maintain control of the independent colonies this far off the rim. And very few seek to settle on this last frontier of the galaxy where raiders, slavers, and the worst kind of people make their home here. The colonists that landed here either has no other choice left or they're just plain mad. Katsuki is neither, because he's very good with a gun and he always like a challenge.

It's much easier to find shuttles that take the passengers here then is it to find one that is willing to take them back, because very few does. The outer rims will chew you up and spit you out all wrong and fucked up that you become unrecognizable. This place is not made for pretty, delicate flowers like Izuku. "Fine, fucking fine," he growls out, frustration thickening his voice. He's not that much of an asshole to leave his not-spouse stranded and alone in this hellhole. "You can stay with me for now. Temporary until I figure what to do with you." He scowls. "But as soon as the next shuttle arrived, you're going to drag your ass on that ship and never come back here, do you hear me?"

Izuku lights up, eyes bright as his hands clasped together. "Thank you, thank you so much, sir. I will not drag you down and will work hard to earn my bedding and food."

"So," Kaminari muses, "you got a free labor and companionship for an entire three months. Fun times ahead."

Katsuki’s scowl deepens. "Fun my ass." He rolls his eyes. "Come on, get your luggage and throw it in Kaminari's hovercar. We're heading back to my ranch and it's a long and bumpy ride hed."

Izuku shuffles forward hopefully. "Yes, sir." Then, he stops and winces. "My luggages are quite a lot. I'm sorry that it might be a tight squeeze in the hovercar for all three of us."

Katsuki snorts. "It’s fine. I didn't come here with him on the hovercar anyway. I have my own ride."

He prefers to travel around on his cy-bike anyway. It's faster, smaller, and his. Less chance of other people riding along, because he hates having passengers on his bike anyway.

"Oh," Izuku breathes, his eyes widening with delight and curiosity, "I've never been on a cy-bike before." He looks hopefully at Katsuki. "May I ride with you, general?"

Katsuki's brow twitches as Kaminari snickers beside him at the audacity of this sheltered flower from the core worlds. Suicidal or mad, he thinks in annoyance, these are the people that chose to come here. Izuku might be both. Sol, the boy is both. "You," he points at Izuku, then to himself with narrowed and skeptical eyes, "want to ride with me."

"Yes." Izuku nods eagerly. "May I? I promise to behave!"

Katsuki rubs his throbbing forehead and sighs. "I don't take passenger," he says, "and especially when you're wearing that." He gestures to Izuku – to the delicate, fine silk skirt of his long dressrobe that swamped his person. "It's going to tear into the fabric and you're going to be upset about your ruined clothes."

Izuku looks down at his chosen attire, frowns, and then with no hesitation he bends down, reaches for his skirt and tears right into it. His hands pull taught at the material like a fine knife cutting through water. Seamless, clean, it goes all the way around him till whatever remains is a very, very short skirt that hang loose mid-thigh,  making him look like one of those port hookers ready to drop their clothes for ten credits.

A treasured courtesan, raised in the core worlds with all its luxury and wealth, had ripped his overprice damn robe in front of them with no shame. "Will that do?" Izuku asks earnestly, holding the piece of fabric he had torn in his grip. "Or should I make it even shorter?"

Kaminari makes a scandalized sound next to him that sound like dying horine. "Fine, you win," Katsuki drawls out, mostly exasperated but also slightly impressed. This shittyass galaxy that had made children into soldiers and soldiers into monsters, he wouldn’t surprise if the flower before him will also grow some teeth one day.

Honestly, fuck them all. Clearly, Izuku has no intention to give him any peace or quiet in the next several months that he’s stuck here with Katsuki.

[kitanoko]

tdmm mafia AU

Note: hello everyone!! im back with more tdmm ...written fast and for the hell of it I thought wow since i’m playing a mafia game...im getting tdmm vibes...so here it is. I dunno if there’ll be a part 2, probably? Enjoy!

Momo is a preschool teacher that had just started working at the school in her neighbourhood. Her longtime friend and roommate, Jirou, works in the same school as a music instructor. To Momo’s dismay, Jirou had tried many times before to match Momo up with someone. “You’re beautiful and smart…I really don’t see why anyone would reject you!” Jirou had always said. Momo laughed every time and told her friend how she wasn’t looking to date.

“Now you and that guy…Kaminari –“

Jirou cuts her off immediately and the round of teasing stops with Jirou blushing from ear to ear.

Truth be told, Momo hasn’t met anyone with whom she felt particularly attracted to just yet. It’s also a known fact that after 8 p.m. no one would dare go out, in case they got caught in the crossfire between the different families of the mafia that ruled the city. Every single night she’d hear bangs and booms outside her window. Curiosity got the better of her and she’d peek through the curtains to see blood splatters and sometimes even bodies being dragged towards the alley. Momo shuddered, flashbacks of her parents being captured, never to be found, once again flooding through her memory. She still hasn’t discovered their whereabouts but surely she will, even if it cost her her life.

Aizawa is a close family friend of Momo’s, once a disciple of her father’s and now a great private eye. He occasionally contacts Momo and makes sure she knows some of the discoveries that he encovered about Momo’s parents. One day, he tells her that he’s been getting some leads but was unwilling to share more than that.

“It’s to protect you,” Aizawa would say every time. Momo was frustrated and decided to follow him that very night. It wasn’t easy that’s for sure, with Aizawa being such an experienced investigator.

After twisting and turning and driving through back alleys, she ends up at the pier in front of what looked like a drug trade!

Momo is standing quite close to the dock, and she was freezing. Should’ve brought a scarf or something, she thinks. She watches closely….Aizawa was across, glaring at someone who she recognized straight away. It was the leader of the Shigaraki family…Shigaraki Tomura.

But wait a minute. Momo looks to the left and sees 3 younger men, around her age, standing there in expensive tailored suits. The green haired one whispered something to the peculiar white and red haired man. They were the other party involved in this trade? They look way too young to be mafia!

In the corner of her eye, someone else caught her attention. A familiar face hovered somewhere on one of the boats and she gasped. Was that…her father? Her eyes teared up. No way. This must be a joke or something. She could see Aizawa having the same reaction and it was then she knew it was real. Her father looked solemn, aged so much that she hardly recognize the gentle eyes he once had. Was he working for Shigaraki now? What was going on? The fear crept up her spine and she held onto a nearby crate to steady herself, except of course the worst situation happens…the crate tips over and crashes 3 ft below where she was.

“WHO’S THERE?” Momo sees Shigaraki usher his men over as the noise startles the crew. All of them were holding guns and running. They had seen her!

Oh no. This was NOT good. Momo rushes down the platform. Even if she could stay alive after this ordeal, Aizawa would murder her!

Momo bit her lip, trembling as she ran across to where she had parked her car, bullets were wheezing past her now. Good thing their aim is worse than stormtroopers, which is saying something.

Her legs weren’t moving fast enough and her ears were ringing from anxiety. Before she could reach the pavement, a car zooms past her. The window is down and the same green-haired man that she saw earlier commands her to go in the car.

“BUT..BUT…I don’t ---“ She doesn’t finish. A bullet scrapes past her cheek and bounces off the car door.

A blond man wheels down the passenger window. “HURRY THE EFF UP WOMAN. YOU GOT A DEATH WISH OR SOMETHIN’?” Momo had no choice, she wasn’t about to get gunned down before she could meet her father again. Mustering all her courage, she hops into the car. These 3 strangers could kidnap her or worse but she tries not to think too much.

She hears herself sigh in relief when the car speeds out across the bridge. A full five minutes pass without anyone saying a word, she knew the three younger men had saved her from certain death but somehow she didn’t know if she should be thankful. They ARE mafia after all…who knows how many people they had murdered?! Are they going to hurt me, she thought, and she finally looks up.

The first thing that greets her were heterochromatic eyes, very steel cold, as if she was staring into a mirror.

“You okay?” The man asks, “Don’t worry, we won’t hurt you. But you better stay with us for awhile.”

Momo scrunches her brow in confusion. “Stay with you?” She repeats.

The blond one scoffs. “Do ya hafta ask, Todoroki? Just drop her off somewhere and let her find her way home.”

So, he was the infamous Todoroki?!

The girl immediately eyes the man in front of her. He was so close she could smell his perfectly gelled hair.

“You’re the boss of one of the biggest mafia families here,” Momo says, “I…I…”

She couldn’t finish. Her mouth was dry and staring at his face….okay he was handsome, she had to admit. Momo was slapping herself inside. He could’ve killed thousands of people in the past year and she wouldn’t know! She had morals. Right?

“You mean, THE biggest mafia families around? Yes.” The green-haired one answers while driving, “I’m Midoriya by the way, nice to meet you. The yapping one is Kacchan.”

What a cute nickname, Momo notes.

“He means Bakugou, the murdering KING of EXPLOSIONS,” The blond refutes and made idiotic hand gestures as if things were being blown up.

Momo couldn’t read the atmostphere at all. It was almost like they weren’t part of the mafia.

Todoroki finally clears his throat and speaks. “You should take my offer. If you want to live, the only way for you to stay safe is within our estate. Shigaraki saw your face. He’ll have men hunting you down in every part of town. He has people in the government, the police force….you name it.”

Momo thinks for a bit. Jirou would be worried if she doesn’t come home…and living with these strangers, how would she ever feel ‘safe’?

“We’re here,” Midoriya says. Momo looks around and sees their estate, bodyguards lining the yard, fences all around. Reminded her of her childhood.

Midoriya opens Momo’s door and she follows the men inside.

The house is decorated with modern art, very contemporary which was something Momo had not expect. Todoroki leads them to one of the rooms and offers Momo some tea.

“Thanks,” Momo takes the cup and says but all should do was shakily place it down on the endtable beside her. She wasn’t feeling like drinking anything. Who knows if it was poisoned.

Todoroki reads her mind and pours some for himself. He takes a sip.

“It’s not laced with anything, miss.”

“It’s Momo.”

“Ah…Momo,” Todoroki sits down beside her while Katsuki snickers, “Can you tell us why you were at the port.”

Momo hesitates and bites her lower lip. She felt herself tremble again.

“I was there because…I was looking for someone. For something. I wasn’t sure what, but trust me. If you’d let me go, I won’t say a word about tonight. Nothing at all!”

Todoroki puts a hand on her shoulder and she backs away. She wasn’t going to let anyone touch her.

“Sorry,” The white and red haired man notices her anomosity, “We can’t let you go. You know too much and now that Shigaraki’s seen you, he’ll have you dead in a matter of minutes. Let us at least help you. What were you looking for?”

Momo breathes hard. No, this was not happening, she had to get home!

“My friend…Jirou, please at least, let me call her?”

Todoroki eyes Midoriya and the green haired man nodded.

“I’ll make you a deal, Momo. You can call her tomorrow, but for now, let Midoriya show you to your room and you can rest up.”

~~

Midoriya takes her to a suite, and as if reading her mind, he takes her phone and leaves her with some toiletries and water.

“Let me know if you need anything else,” he had said before closing the door. Momo sits silently and curls up in the unfamiliar bed. Hoping this was all a bad dream.

~~

The next day proves to her that the dream continues. She had phoned Jirou right away when Todoroki hands her back her phone after breakfast with the 3 of them. She barely had appetite but watching Bakugou and Midoriya’s bicker was entertaining and she had learnt that they were both childhood friends of Todoroki’s who ended up being taken in by Todoroki’s dad due to their parents passing away when they were young. After Todoroki took his father’s spot and lead the group, Bakugou and Midoriya became his right-hand men and advised him whenever he needed. It was almost endearing, Momo had thought, their friendship.

Was she crazy? Clearly she was supposed to be sickened by them. They were criminals for Pete’s sake!

Fast forward. Right now she stands shaking, hugging Jirou in the middle of their apartment. Jirou’s cry becomes a whimper as the bloody dead body lays flat beside their couch. Todoroki had shot that man dead when Momo found out her friend had been held hostage in their apartment when Shigaraki’s man, and not Jirou, had answered the phone. Stumbling inside just 5 minutes earlier, Momo saw Jirou tied up to a chair with eyes widening in alarm. Momo called out to her friend and Shigaraki’s man attacks her before Todoroki came and stood in front of Momo just the right second. Next thing she knew, he had shot him dead.

“Everything’s okay now Jirou, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault!” Momo says and she could see her friend’s confusion through her wet eyes.

“They’re mafia, I have to stay with them to keep us both safe,” Momo notes and pats Jirou on the head.

“How would they keep you safe Momo?!”

Todoroki sighs. “With this man dead, it acts as a warning to Shigaraki. Don’t worry, I’ll have bodyguards watch over this place.” He makes a signal to Midoriya and Bakugou and the two rolls the man in a carpet and drags him out. “They’ll take care of the body. I’ll get you a new carpet if you’d like.”

Jirou could only slump against Momo while the latter attempts to explain what she could to her.

She wasn’t even sure if Jirou was paying attention.

“Relay the message to Aizawa please. Let me him I’m safe and I’ll call him when the time is right.”

~~

The next few weeks go by with new events, one more absurd than the other. For one thing, Todoroki proposed a plan with her so she could still go out in public (with guards of course) but with additional safety measures.

“You’re now my fiancee.”

Momo blinks.

“What?”

Todoroki sighs and repeats again. Bakugou was curling up laughing at her reaction.

“Oh I FEEL BAD FOR YA. HAVE TO BE ‘IN LOVE’ WITH THIS FCKING LOSER.” Bakugou keeps laughing and Momo keeps silent.

“Being my fiancee gets you immunity. It’s a rule. Mafias don’t mess with each other’s family members. It’s unspoken but stands true.”

Momo could only nod.

And so the next several nights, she goes out with Todoroki on dates and parties. Galas become a pasttime and in some ways, she starts feeling….something for him.

No, nononono, Momo you cannot fall in love with him. No matter how nice he is to you. No matter how …charming he is!

Sometimes they’d even do the fake ‘kiss on the lips’ for people to see and oh God, Momo’s mind swirls every time. There’s girls she could see eyeing her like she was a target. There’s no doubt, they want to be the one in her ‘pretend’ shoes.

One night at a dinner party, Momo sees Todoroki standing really close with a woman about their age. She was gorgeous, blonde, tall, overall very model-esque. She feels her face heat up and locks eyes with him as their dialogue continues. Momo gasps and quickly runs back to her seat at dinner.

When Todoroki comes back, she feels herself distancing away.

This is all for show, Momo. He doesn’t actually love you and you’re not his actual fiancee!

He watches her eat and tries to make conversation and she shys away.

“Is something wrong?”

Momo ignores him.

Todoroki scrunches his brow and grabs her hand as she stands up.

“I need to use the powder room if that’s okay.”

“Momo, you can tell me if I made you upset in anyway.”

The girl still doesn’t look at him. “Why don’t you find company with the pretty lady over there. She seems overly pleased to have you around.”

Todoroki gives her hand a squeeze. “You’re jealous? Of her?”

“Of course not! That’d be…that’d be silly!”

He stands up and wraps an arm around her. Todoroki’s eyes were so captivating that in so many ways, Momo couldn’t help but to listen to what he had to say.

He leans in to whisper. “There are a lot of people here. Lets talk out in the garden.”

~~