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lightseoul · 5 months ago

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HOLD ME CLOSE (HOLD ME TIGHT) (3.8k)

pairing. k. bakugou x reader

synopsis. masaru has a stroke that nearly kills him. bakugou handles it well—until he doesn’t. (read on ao3)

cw. pro-hero!katsuki, aged-up (32), established relationship, mentions of illness, themes of grief, discussions of past trauma (bkg's)

a/n. i hope y'all cry because this made me cry lmao. writing really is easy if you take heavy inspiration from your personal experiences lol. this is written from bkg's pov, and serves as a mini character analysis as well ig?

bakugou remembers it clear as day.

it was only a few weeks after the two of you celebrated his 32nd birthday in a secluded resort out of town when he got the call.

he was in the middle of chastising his klutz of a sidekick’s ear off for forgetting to submit an important case report when his phone started ringing, and the very fact that it wasn’t your ringtone further soured his already worsening mood.

with a final reprimand laced with an hr-appropriate amount of expletives, he dismissed the rookie, leaving him alone in his pristine, corner office.

he recalls sighing in annoyance upon seeing the caller id, as well as his clipped tone when he greeted the old hag with a curt, “what.”

that annoyance was immediately replaced with alarm, however, when his usually bright mother spoke into the microphone, her typically level voice shaking with unmistakable fear.

“it’s your father, katsuki…” she started, and he instantly braced himself for the impact.

mitsuki takes a shaky inhale. “…he’s having a stroke. we’re on the way to the hospital. please, come here.”

he didn’t need to be told twice.

he remembers being on autopilot—the entire way to the suburban peripheries of musutafu where his parents decided to move after he got his own place at the age of 22. he’s not entirely sure—the journey over now a hazy blur—but he might’ve sent you the link to his location, because you magically arrived at the local hospital around fifteen minutes after him.

the moment he saw you burst into the entrance of the emergency room, a huge, tidal wave of relief immediately washed over him, he thought he could’ve collapsed. the second you lock eyes, he witnessed a whirlwind of emotions dance across your beautiful features, before you ran over to where he stood near the vending machine, unceremoniously crashing into his arms.

at that point, he had no idea what made you drop everything—including the precious work that you do—and just follow him based on an ambiguous gps locator he sent you without context, but he was glad you did.

because it was only as you held him so close to you all the while soothing his back and chanting soft ‘it’s okay’s’ in his ear did it hit him.

the fact that he’s fucking terrified.

it must’ve been at least three hours of stewing in tense silence in the emergency room’s waiting area before the two of you finally saw mitsuki.

he remembers the way his heart ached when he first laid eyes on his mother, someone who’s typically radiant and spirited and happy, now looking too frail and painfully vulnerable.

words weren’t exchanged as the three of you walked towards each other, and he promptly engulfed his mother into a tight hug before he could talk himself out of it.

“how is he?” he whispered into the side of her head, choosing to ask then, in the middle of a hug, because he didn’t know if he could stand the look on her face when she answered.

“he’s alive,” she managed to get out, but she said it so tentatively that he knew it was too soon to feel any sort of relief.

“but…?” he recalls asking with bated breath.

“it was a hemorrhagic stroke. it’s… it’s bad, katsuki.”

it wasn’t until a few more hours later, when the two of you were finally granted permission to enter masaru’s hospital room together with mitsuki, did he realize what bad meant.

some parts of this story are blurry now, but the way his stomach dropped at the sight of his father remains to be unforgettable.

the sight of him paralyzed, head to toe.

masaru remained confined in the hospital for a few weeks more after that. the three of you took turns—one would go home to clean up and catch some sleep while the remaining two kept watch and assisted the man.

you almost got booted out of there on the second day, with the nurse saying only immediate family was allowed due to overcrowding in the hospital, but bakugou was quick to step in and say you were practically married.

when the nurse politely pressed for more details while looking pointedly at your ring finger and the lack of a wedding band, he lied and said you forgot to wear it in your rush to get there.

she didn’t seem too convinced, but she thankfully let it go, probably because it was #2 pro-hero dynamight who said so, eventually exiting the room after checking masaru’s vitals.

he remembers you heaving a sigh of relief once the three of you were left alone, tossing him a small smile that sent a familiar shot of longing straight to his veins.

one day, he recalls thinking to himself, you will be married.

just—not now.

the first day home was as much of a nightmare as he expected it to be.

growing up, and until that moment, he never really found himself wanting siblings.

sure, it got pretty lonely during his childhood, but he almost always had kids following him around what with how flashy his quirk is, and he had izuku, which he can now admit was (and still is) his best friend.

plus, you always said you loved how he’d roughhouse you, which you chalked up to him being an only child and not having had the opportunity to do that with anyone else.

but, as the three of you struggled to lift masaru out of the car and into his newly minted wheelchair, he remembers wishing for a brother or a sister who could lend a helping hand and make sure all of masaru’s numb body parts were carefully looked out for.

it’s fucking hilarious, how he didn’t just lift his father all by himself with his pro-hero muscles, but the fear of accidentally hurting him even more turned out to be more paralyzing than he anticipated.

not that he would ever admit that to anyone.

not even you.

but as he watched you and his mother fluttering around, tending to masaru’s needs not even a minute you get in the house, it struck him that maybe he should.

you might not be his sibling (thank god, no), but you will most likely become his parents’ daughter if things go his way.

and, whether he liked it or not, he’s got to do something about the growing ache in his chest that’s only growing wider by the second.

the next few weeks he spent busying himself with the stuff that came with looking after a stroke patient.

mitsuki, who’s done nothing but throw herself into caring for her husband, insisted on helping him find the people they needed, but bakugou didn’t even let her get a word in.

when he tucked himself into bed right next to you later that night in his new bedroom (you moved in with him to his parents’ despite his protests), he recalls ranting about how the old hag was getting on his nerves with her inability to just let him handle shit.

“have i ever been incompetent?” he huffed, turning on his side so he could lie facing you. “it’s like she doesn’t even trust me.”

“i think the two of you just want the same for the other, kats,” came your steady yet gentle voice, not missing a beat and totally unfazed by his petulant behavior.

“…waddya mean?”

you reached out to caress his cheek, and he remembers how soft your fingers felt and how his eyes momentarily fluttered close at the warmth.

at the sight, you flashed him a sad smile before pressing on.

“you’re both hurting, but the two of you would rather carry the weight by yourselves instead of burdening the other. it’s how you and mitsuki show you care.”

he didn’t say anything after that.

at least, for a while.

finally, he spoke up. “…i just don’t like to be bossed around, is all.”

to that, you only tossed him a knowing look. “yup, just that. definitely. never mind your immense sense of responsibility and the stubborn yet admirable way you carry everybody’s bur—”

“yeah, yeah,” he cut you off before you could ramble any further. “i get it.”

seemingly satisfied, you grinned up at him before pulling him close, cradling his head by your chest.

with the new position, he could feel your familiar, rhythmic heartbeat.

your heartbeat that he liked to listen to for reassurance—telltale evidence that you’re alive and right next to him, and that no villain has wrestled you out of his firm grip.

and as he lay there snuggled into you and listening to the consistent pulse, he found his frantic, loud thoughts slowly but steadily being lulled to a hum.

thoughts that he knew you’d kick to the moon if you found out he’s been thinking them.

thoughts like maybe he’s just selfishly gatekeeping all the tasks so he could distract himself from the pain that’s threatening to swallow him whole.

thoughts like maybe he deserved this for all the wrong he’s done growing up.

thoughts like maybe his mother would be in far less pain if it were him instead of his saint of a father who had to go through this.

he fell into a fitted sleep that night.

after a few more weeks of searching for and screening applicants, and with your and mitsuki’s approval, he finally settled on a stay-in caregiver and physical therapist.

it took quite a while for the two to learn the ropes and master how he wanted things to be done around here, but they eventually got there, and when they did, they cleared a lot of stuff that has been on everybody’s plates ever since masaru had the stroke.

with that, mitsuki insisted the two of you go home to your shared condominium and get back into working full-time again, but neither of you relented. he tried to get you to return, not wanting to hold you back from the important things that you do, but you were quick to dismiss him.

he didn’t tell you then and there, but he secretly wished you would.

he’d never confess this to anybody, but he’d definitely crumble without you around.

he remembers one specific thursday, when you first started getting masaru into exercising his left, albeit non-dominant hand, by drawing.

it was silly, but he recalls not even being able to look his father in the eye as the two of you sat across from him who was plastered in his wheelchair, a small coffee table between you, on which sat a piece of paper, a pencil, a box of crayons, and an all might plushie you swiftly grabbed from his bedroom.

and as he sat there avoiding his father’s gaze, he watched you as you talked animatedly to the man, explaining the deceivingly simple activity: he just had to try and draw the plushie, after which, if he still had the energy, he could color in using the crayons you dug out from bakugou’s drawers.

but masaru wasn’t having it.

the man only stared at you in disinterest as you tried your best to engage him. despite himself, bakugou felt indignation creep up his spine.

he knew. fuck, he really did. after he made sure you’ve fallen asleep, he had spent nights researching his father’s condition, poring over mountains and mountains of information all in the name of being able to better understand and help him.

so he knew—he knew that strokes, especially severe ones, can cause noticeable changes in one’s personality, at least in the short term. it can turn someone sensitive and in tune with others’ emotions into someone who’s apathetic and seemingly self-absorbed.

still, that knowledge doesn’t stop him from jumping on his feet when masaru, his kind, sweet father, angrily wiped off the table with his left arm, sending the materials you worked hard to gather scattered all over the floor.

and, before he could stop himself: “hey!”

you were onto him in an instant, a soothing albeit restraining hold on his shoulder. “katsuki, it’s okay.”

he was about to open his mouth to spit venom when he felt you tighten your grip. he didn’t have to glance at you to know you were looking at him the way you always did when you were begging him to stay quiet.

and because he loved (loves) you, he did.

and as he wordlessly picked up the papers and pens in silence, he couldn’t help but mourn over his father, and the patience and calmness that characterized his being.

the very patience and calmness that he always wished he had, instead of his temper and aggressiveness, because that’s what you, of all people, deserved.

and then the all-too-familiar guilt hit him again.

because why was he acting like his father died, when he was still very much alive?

simple, bakugou thought to himself.

it’s because it feels like he has.

his relationship with masaru didn’t get better after that.

he’d been trying, he really had been. if not for you, who’d been tending to his father like he was your very own, then for his mother, whose fatigue and sadness have been chipping away at her by the minute.

he was washing the dishes in the kitchen after you’ve had dinner—all the while his parents watched tv in the living room—when you walked in, a couple more dirty plates in tow.

he wouldn’t have noticed he was glaring down at the brick of butter on the shelf if you didn’t point it out.

“a few more seconds and that’s gonna melt,” you quipped.

he looked back at you, gears in his head turning for a beat, before he chuckled half-heartedly and turned back to the sink.

behind him, he recalls hearing a click, which he now identifies as you putting down the plates on the kitchen island, before he felt your arms wrap around his middle, encasing him in a hug.

your voice was smooth when you drawled out, “what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, baby?”

still, and despite all the shit that’s been going on in his life, he still found himself shuddering at the pet name.

“nothing.”

“really?” came your immediate response. “because i was getting kinda jealous with how hard you were staring at that butter.”

at that, bakugou couldn’t help but snort. you followed suit, that delightful laugh echoing across the small room.

“stupid,” he simply retorted, although both of you knew there was no bite to it.

you didn’t press him for more after that, choosing to just hold yourself against his back in comfortable silence—which he now knows he’s grateful for.

because at that time, he couldn’t have told you he was feeling nothing but resentment for his pitiful father.

his pitiful father who loved to put butter in virtually every dish he whipped up.

his pitiful father who probably wouldn’t be pitiful if he just led an active lifestyle, monitored his health, and made better choices so that his poor mother wouldn’t have to go through all this.

his train of thought was interrupted, however, when a pang of that same old guilt hit his chest, and then he was once again flooded with scalding shame.

because what else should he be feeling for his father aside from empathy, as someone who has had far too many brushes with death itself?

“…katsuki?”

he recalls jolting ever so minutely, before turning his head to look at you, who, by then, was already standing behind him, apparently already having released him from the hug.

“huh?”

“i was just asking you,” you continued as if he didn’t just zone out. “our friends want to come by and visit, if you’re okay with it. is that alright with you?”

the last thing he needed was for his nerd-ass friends to visit and witness his family’s dirty laundry, which would inevitably be aired out for them to see given the circumstances. his entire life, he always, always, kept those from prying eyes, even if they were his closest buddies’.

but, at the mention of his friends, he found his heart clenching in yearning despite himself.

and so, before he could talk himself out of it, he nodded in approval.

“…and so that’s how i saved the little girl who was convinced i was the bad guy!”

he remembers everyone in the room erupting in laughter at kirishima’s story, even masaru, who’s been steadily gaining control of the left side of his body back.

his right has seen little to no improvement, but you and mitsuki have been making it a point to celebrate every win, no matter how small.

at kirishima’s gag, bakugou himself couldn’t help the somewhat imperceptible smirk that encroached on his face, which izuku, unfortunately, caught sight of. the #1 pro-hero beamed at him, and it took bakugou every ounce of self-control not to roll his eyes at the nerd.

“what about you, midoriya-kun?” asked mitsuki, who’s seated on a stool right beside her husband, who’s nestled comfortably in the reclining chair you got him about a month ago.

at the call out, the green-haired man shifted his attention to the lady, before sheepishly retorting with: “oh, i just try to be funny.”

that granted him his round of laughter, and this time bakugou finally allowed himself to give into the visceral urge to roll his eyes.

he must’ve been being so obvious with his expressions, because it’s you who managed to catch him again, shooting him a chastising but nevertheless playful look.

before he could wink at you or do anything in response, though, he recalls mitsuki standing up quite abruptly, startling the five of you.

you shot her a question before anyone else could. “what is it, mitsuki-san?”

“i didn’t notice! we’ve run out of tea and snacks. sorry—” she leaned down to get the trays, “—let me get some mo—”

“i’ll do it!” volunteered the ever-good-natured izuku, who moved so fast the plates were on him before the rest could blink.

“i’ll help the nerd,” bakugou added, standing up before taking some of the cups from his rival lest the latter drops them.

at the uncharacteristically generous offer, izuku once again beamed at him, which bakugou immediately dismissed with a wave of a hand.

the short trek to the kitchen was quiet amidst the background noise, which has been brought up a notch thanks to kirishima’s vivid storytelling.

without a word, bakugou gestured where to get a refill on the snacks while he busied himself with brewing more tea.

the silence that engulfed them was comfortable—familiar—that was, until, izuku broke it.

“thanks again, kacchan.”

bakugou felt his eye twitch at the nickname. “for what?”

izuku turned on his feet to regard his best friend, a grateful smile gracing his boyish features. “for letting me and ei visit. i just wanted you to know i appreciate it. i’m sure it’s not easy having guests around while, you know…”

he wasn’t about to tell the nerd he and kirishima were the only ones he felt comfortable enough to visit at the moment, so he merely nodded.

(un)fortunately, the greenhead took it as a sign to continue.

“she’s been amazing, huh?”

bakugou met the man’s soft gaze, which was directed toward you.

“yeah,” came his sure reply. he remembers not even knowing where to start, so he just simply left it at that.

a pregnant pause.

“you’ve been doing great, too, kacchan.”

that caught him off guard.

he must’ve looked stunned, because izuku shrugged quite timidly, before: “we all see how hard you’re working.”

the #1 pro-hero hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether or not to say the next thing, ultimately deciding for it.

“…but don’t forget to take care of yourself, too, alright?”

and just as fast as he scooped the trays back in the living room, izuku patted him on the shoulder before taking the cups from him and waltzing rather clumsily out of the kitchen.

later that night, bakugou found himself unable to fall asleep.

it’s been ages since you both got into bed, and you were now on your side with your back turned against him, probably already fast asleep.

he recalls just staring up at the off-white ceiling, playing back in his head the earlier conversation he had with izuku again and again and again.

“you’ve been doing great, too, kacchan,” was what the nerd said.

if he only knew.

if he only knew the terrible thoughts that had been plaguing his mind since shit went down.

there’s a reason why he hasn’t said a single word about the things he’d been thinking since day one.

there’s a reason why he’s kept all of this shit to himself even though they were fucking heavy to carry all on his own.

it was because he was scared of them, and even more scared of what people would make of him when he finally verbalized them into existence.

what you would make of him.

he’s spent most of his life running away from who he used to be, that the mere thought that he might have just always been that guy this entire time is like a fucking 100% detroit smash to the gut.

he didn’t even notice he was crying until he felt a single tear go down the side of his face.

he quickly reached up to wipe it away.

to his horror, he felt you shift beside him, and he found himself frozen in fear as he waited for you to settle into another position in your sleep.

but that didn’t come.

instead, he remembers so, so clearly how you turned to face him—absolutely, evidently wide awake—with such a worried expression on your gorgeous face, and how he just completely lost it at the sight of you.

he remembers how you scooped him into your arms as ugly sobs finally wracked his body, how you led his arms to wrap around your waist to help anchor him as he cried into your chest.

he remembers the soothing circles you rubbed on his back as you started to cry with him, your sniffles the only thing he heard aside from his own weeping.

he remembers the way your voice cracked when you started whispering ‘i’m here’s’ in his ear. and, he doesn’t know if it’s because that line carries a massive fucking weight for him, or that it’s you—the love of his life—who’s saying them, but the words wash over the entirety of his exhausted body like a violent storm, leaving him shivering in its wake.

he remembers deciding then and there, that he was going to tell you everything.

maybe tomorrow, but not now.

for now, and in the safety of your arms, he finds himself finally allowing the grief—the grief that he’s unknowingly been trying to tamp down—to come forward and make itself known.

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yndrgrl · 1 year ago

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you + katsuki bakugo's relationship dynamic <3

fluff. cute lil drabble. established relationship. ooc! bakugo. any au you want ig haha. gn! reader.

warnings: innuendos but nothing crazy

a/n: another drabble before i drop a long, hardcore mafia boss! dabi x spy! reader smut 👀

before bakugo found you, his friends pictured him dating someone dainty, soft-spoken, & just all around quiet. however, when you came into the picture, your dynamic just made so much sense.

the two of you clicked & meshed so well together. you were outgoing, kind yet snappy, & you were just glowing whenever you were with katsuki.

your friends were worried when you first got with katsuki, knowing you. you were the type to take no bullshit from anyone, not afraid of conflict, & you were just so headstrong.

what shocked everyone the most is how katsuki change when with you. we all know katsuki; if you look at the guy wrong, he'd punch the look off your face before you could even blink. he was always yelling profanity at someone with a seemingly permanent scowl on his face. the nicknames he gave people were less than savory.

but with you? you could say whatever you wanted, you could act like a princess brat & he would just dote on you. it was your way, or the highway. katsuki would go to the ends of the universe for you-- even if you just wanted a cup of tea. no mean names for you (unless under the shirts), you were his darling, his love. how could he not worship you? you're just so perfect.

he's just so happy to be in your presence, it was as clear as day. he would never say it out loud (unless you batted your pretty eyes at him, of course), but he just relished in your beauty.

loving katsuki is the easiest you've ever gotten the pleasure to experience. people say that he would start fights then never back down. it was quite the opposite, though. he would tease you because you were just so cute all huffy & puffy, but once you started to get actually upset, he would immediately deescalate the situation. profuse apologizes would flow out of his mouth, butterfly kisses up your arm, & if you were truly mad, he would look so hurt.

your fights were rare & far in between. honestly, there wasn't much to fight about because he would avoid them like the plague. you didn't like when he did something? he literally unlearns it on the spot. you didn't like he wasn't doing something? he would immediately jump into action, mentally burning it into his brain.

he didn't want to lose you. you were an angel amongst a dirty sea of sinners, & he was your ever-so-willing worshipper.

he loves that he gets the privilege of seeing your sweet side. you give the world your rough exterior with glimpses into your true self. however, when with him, you can let go of the facade. there was a never ending flow of compliments coming out of his mouth.

"darlin', you're just too sweet for me." "god, i can't believe i'm the lucky one who gets to praise you." "(y/n), you're just so mmm."

life with him got comfortable, never boring. you had your routines. on monday, you'd call at 9 p.m. until midnight. on fridays, you'd get off of work at 6 p.m., & he'd already be outside of your house, waiting to pick you up for a date.

"oh, how i adore you, (y/n)."

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skymar13 · 8 months ago

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Breaking up with the bakusquad

Pt.2 - https:

: angst smoker sero

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Bakugo

When you and bakugo started dating you were both aware of how little time you’d actually get to spend with each other, being third years and all you had more than what you could handle on your plate. But you guys persevered until the little time you guys did have with each other was no longer sweet and loving.

You and bakugo were sitting silently in his dorm trying to study for your upcoming exams. You looked over to him he had a frustrated expression one that you’d seen way too often lately. “Do you need some help? I’m almost done with this essay so I can help you on calc.” You said calmly thinking nothing of it until his brows furrow and he looks at you like you just insulted his entire blood line. “So you think I’m stupid? Like I can’t handle anything by myself? Fuck out of here with that.” He snarled at you going back to his work. Unfortunately this attitude was something he’s grown too comfortable showing you. You stood up grabbing your belongings as he looked up at you. “Where you going?” He asked harshly. “I don’t think we can be together anymore, you clearly have too much going on for this relationship. We’re done bakugo” ‘bakugo? Not kats or suki? You were for real’ he thought his eyes widening in shock but he didn’t say anything just nodded and handed you your school bag he watched you leave, you walked out of his life. He was upset but knew you were right. He didn’t cry or shout or beg, that’s how yk it hurt because bakugo katsuki was quiet and calm.

The days following you returned his hoodies and what nots he did yours you never spoke to each other just silent glances here and there. He told kirishima who made him realize what he did wrong and that he should have chased you or treated you better but he didn’t.

Kirishima

You had the perfect relationship, or atleast that’s what you thought. What you hadn’t known was that kirishima had his own insecurities.

You and him were walking through the halls of UA pinning up posters for the festival. You had been talking about the ‘full month of dates’ trend where you went on a date everyday. He looked at you sorrowfully before letting out a whispered “I can’t give you what you want” you hadn’t heard him at first asking him to repeat himself and this time but louder he says “I can’t give you what you want! I can’t be who you want me to be I can’t be with you anymore when you deserve someone who can provide you with everything you deserve” he said clutching his fists looking you in the eye. Of course you protested “you’re everything I want we don’t have to do the trend if that’s what this is about-“ he cut you off “no it has nothing to do with that I just can’t be what you want me to be” with that he walked off not looking back at you but he heard your soft sobs and he tried to co rain himself.

You had tried to talk to him about it when he dropped off your things but he wouldn’t say a word in response to your pleas. He wanted to hold you and comfort you but he knew what was best for you even if you couldn’t see it.

Denki

Everybody knows Denki is a flirt, that’s how he had bagged you with his constant advances. After you guys started dating you expected him to stop his flirtatious nature with the other girls in class but he didn’t, you had multiple talks where you explained he can’t compliment Mina’s new booty shorts or offer to help hagakure with her ig pictures or hearting every single one of momos pool posts. And you thought he got that.

Denki was talking to Ururaka you noticed him standing way too close too her than you had liked but you hadn’t thought anything horrible until he had looked her straight in the eyes pushing a piece of hair out of her face as he chuckled at smth she said. You felt your blood boil. ‘You’d told him about this explained your insecurities and he still hasn’t stopped?’ You stormed up to your dorm and begun packing up his hoodies, video games, cologne and other junk he’d left you along with your matching bracelet. You were done. You were going to drop his stuff at his door until you noticed him behind you. He came to give you a hug but you nudged to the side avoiding his advances. You handed him the box. “We can’t be together anymore when it seems like you have the hits for every girl in our class, makes me look like an idiot. We’re broken up you can leave my stuff outside my door later” you told him sternly keeping your composure you weren’t even mad and that scared him. “I can change I will change I’ll stop doing whatever u did today that hurt you” he said begging you with his eyes and you scoffed “the fact you don’t is the problem” with that you walked away down the hall back to your room.

He begged you every day, he still wore his bracelet and he never stopped leaving notes on your door. He did fix his behavior with his fellow female classmates but it was too late for all of that.

Sero

Sero had a problem. It was very apparent. When he first started smoking you hadn’t minded it was a stressful situation between hero work studying and keeping yalls relationship in check. But the more he did it the more often he was high instead of sober.

“Are you seriously high right now?” You whispered to him as he walked into a meeting for an upcoming mission a huge mission. “A little patrol was stressful” he said back eyes red and a lazy smirk on his face. You were tired of it he’d get high and show up to important dates or work related conferences or forget plans. He’d gotten lazy and un organized he even stopped putting effort into simply texting you or checking up on you it’s been two days since you had a real conversation. After the meeting you were walking out of the building you looked over to him “you have to stop hanta” he looked at you confused “stop what” “smoking” you said looking him straight in his blood shot eyes “it’s effecting your work your school and our relationship” “It brings me a calm” he poorly explained “am I not your calm?” You said frustratedly “no you’re not you’re just another thing I have to deal with” you stared at him blankly with a nod before turning around and walking away she walked after you “that’s not what I meant it’s just I am so stressed out” you gave him the middle finger before using your quirk to get out the asap

After that he was high 24/7 to get you out of his head. He tried to call and text but you had him blocked on everything. Worst part is he couldn’t even stay on earth long enough to realize it.

Mina

Rumors are an ugly thing everyone knew that. Mina was never a quiet person always in the spot light. That was something that drew you to her in the first place.

“I heared [name] was the daughter of a villain” “yeah I know I heard all for one on the big screen last night” “that’s so scary” you’d heard them gossiping for a while mina and her friends. But when the subject turned to you you’d expect her to clear your name. You weren’t a villains child you had just been raised by one until you were a pre teen Mina knew that. So why wasn’t she saying anything. You gotten your feelings hurt you weren’t confrontational so you ran to your dorm and cried because your girlfriend didn’t protect you from their judgement. “[name] open up!” She shouted on the other side of the door “no” you shouted back but she heard the wobble on your voice. “Is everything okay? Let me in!” She yelled again this time you got up unlocking the door you’d looked terrible eyes puffy and face red. “Oh hun.” She wrapped her arms around you and for a moment you let her before you pushed her off lightly. “Why can’t my own girlfriend protect me huh? From those mean rumors? Why?” You asked with broken sobs “you heard that? They were my friend I don’t know I don’t want to be left out” “how shallow. Get out” you said opening the door pointing for her to leave

She understood your pain and walked out that door but she did try to apologize your friends always blocked her though.

Jirou

Jirou hated herself that was a fact but when you chose her she was elated and she never let her insecurities get in the way of that. Until someone said something.

‘Why’d he have to say something like that?’Jirou thought she’d over heard monoma going on about he was just waiting for you to break up with Jirou and get with someone who could match you strength smartness and attractiveness. ‘Was he saying I’m not good enough for them?’ She thought she spiraled into a tornado of insecurities leading to a panic attack that left her shaking on the ground of the bathroom. Your walked in instantly seeing her shaking form on the floor you fell to your knees trying to help till she pushed you away. You flew back with a questioning look. “Hey what’s wrong what happened?” “Leave me alone I hate you I hate you I hate you” she said harshly “I can’t be with someone like you you deserve more so go find more and leave me alone” she said getting up and you grabbed her arm pulling her but she pulled back walking out and slamming the door behind her.

You’d try to get her attention and find out what had happened but she refused to look at you always pushing you away.

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saltymarshmall0w · 4 months ago

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MHA Bond AU-- Idea/prompt

Just like cannon, most of the population is born with quirks.

The key difference— once you “bond” with someone, you share your quirk with them so both of you can use it.

Similar to a chosen soulmates universe (or the omegaverse ig lol), you choose who you bond with, however, the bond can weaken or break. The stronger and closer the relationship, the better the quirk manifests.

You have to pick carefully who you bond with. Just like real relationships, you can make each other stronger, but you can also have a toxic connection and if you break it off unhealthily, it will just make everything worse.

Stretch your power too thin between too many shallow relationships and your power output will weaken, even with access to other quirks it would suck.

Most parents don’t bond with their children until their quirk manifests and they have control and understanding of their quirks, otherwise their similar quirks might conflict. (say– a parent with a flame quirk bonding with their child with a flame quirk might make their quirk twice as strong and cause them to hurt themselves)

A good example of someone with multiple bonds would be the Wild, Wild Pussycats– all bonded to each other with a good healthy relationship between all of them and the entire group. They can all use each other’s quirks evenly across the board making them legendary for their relationship skills. However, it comes at a cost as none of them can bond to anyone outside of the group without having massive consequences on the power output on the rest of the group.

Meanwhile, someone with a powerful quirk from a young age (*cough* Katsuki *cough*) might be surrounded by people only wanting to get a taste of power (a real rainbow fish situation) and might not bond with anyone for fear of being used, leaving them lonely.

And the quirkless?

Well, no one wants to bond with them.

Most of the time, they half their bonded friend’s power but have nothing to give back in return.

Other times? Their effect on the quirk is a complete wildcard. They could turn their friend’s quirk much too powerful. They might get a control switch to turn it off at any time (even on mutants) or change how it works entirely.

Point is, bonding with a quirkless person can change something so fundamental about a person not many people are willing to take the risk.

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It could be something only life partners do, or it could be handed out like charms on a friendship bracelet.

Teachers could bond with their students, only for the bond to break once they move on to the next school year, but you’re all left the better for it— maybe you can resurface an old quirk from someone you haven’t talked to in years in a stressful situation.

It could be a destiny thing where you don’t choose who you bond with, you just do once you’re close enough for the universe to say you fit in each other’s lives.

It could be simple reciprocated physical contact and the willingness to bond or it can be an entirely deliberate ritual.

Bonding could have other benefits, like a mental connection or other soulmate stuff. (marks, writing on your skin, feeling each other’s pain etc)

However you want it to work— feel free to take this AU and run with it, the only requirement is that you share it with me if you post it so I can read it too ;)

#fanfic prompt #mha #mha au idea #my hero academia #baku no hero academia #my hero academy fanfiction #bnha #this was originally supposed to be #dadzawa #but I couldn't work it in #quirkless midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya

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angy-grrr · 2 months ago

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Calling 431 Izuku an imposter is so right, because that's just not him. Its like he just gave up after UA. There was still so many options for him to be a hero still. Do it quirkless with support gear (he saw AM do it vs AFO, he knows its possible & he wouldn't need such a powerful suit against what d-list villains are apparently left), be a support hero backing up others or analytics in a hero agency, hell be an emt or firefighter or rescue worker. He had options. But instead he becomes a teacher (like AM did, cause imitating AM has always worked so well for him in the past).

Then the stuff in 431. The person we see is settling, and settling hard. Forget about your life-long dreams (that were perfectly attainable now, even quirkless) and take up a 9-5 real-world available job. And while you're at it, reject the guy you've had a life-long situationship with too, and go chat up the first girl you had the vaguest possible crush on when you were freshman in highschool that you haven't spoken to in years.

Who is this boring, aloof person? People made a big deal about Izuku's lonely comments in 430. Turns out it wasn't because everyone else was busy adulting. 431 Izuku apparently just dropped his friends post graduation ig.

430 made sense in the way that we could just assume villains were still as active as before -the class wanted to give him the best of the best technology bc thats what their society needed in order to be a high profile hero like he wanted to be. But 431 tells us there arent any dangerous villains, just random ppl who steal sometimes "impulsively", so waiting 8 years to give him that level of quality for... that kind of "danger" seems pretty unserious. We saw in the previous chapter how he liked helping kids and teaching, it can make sense for his character bc he was still wishing to be cool and a hero: he was yearning for something more in his life. He didnt have a bad job, but he just tolerated and was content with what he was allowed to enjoy -All Might giving him the suit gave him the chance to be himself, the hero who also acts.

Its not like he is okay just helping anyone in any context -he always wanted to, specifically, help as a hero, as in save to win. He will help others, but reaching out as a hero was his dream still in 430. 431 instead tells us a completely different story:

1- He prefers teaching, heroics are a plus but not enough to commit fully. He didnt need to quit his job, but he presents it as a dichotomy -he cant be part of an agency and still teach, even if others have done it before in more dangerous times. In peaceful times, he prioritizes being a teacher instead.

2- Heroes arent needed anymore, so the wait for the suit was completely unnecessary -with way less complex technology he could have done the same he did in that chapter (fly a little). This also means the profession Deku chose over heroism is pointless bc he isnt just any teacher -he teaches in UA, to kids who want to be pro heroes and passed the exams. He doesnt reach out to the youth in general, just a particular type that will probably be jobless by age 20 considering the world they present; he doesnt try to participate in Ochako's program for example, or give speeches about the war, so his "reaching out to others" as a teacher is extremely limited and focused on a very particular type of person -someone who already knows they want to help ppl.

3- Heroes dont really have jobs to do anymore, and when they have they are pretty pointless. They arent needed, but for some reason still get tons of money. This also makes it more strange that deku and the others weren't allowed to meet more -they are able to even go to a party while on duty, why wouldnt they hang out more?

4- This Midoriya neglects his relationships -while they dont say that, thats the conclusion I get after reading it. He lost contact with everyone else bc he didnt even thought about talking more, doesnt notice how Katsuki is asking to be shown he is special to Deku, and doesnt bring up how Uraraka was going thru a hard time and pretending everything is normal. He also doesnt try to be around or talk to Iida, even tho they were best friends, and doesnt play into Katsuki's competitive dynamic that made them so special and both enjoyed so much.

5- Characters arent allowed to grow -Ochako has to become the same Uraraka that blushes over a high school crush that was never that deep to begin with and only got interesting thanks to the queerness of Himiko. She has to keep neglecting herself, keep neglecting her feelings and not learn any of the things she was taught during the war and the fight.

I could continue, but I think these examples are huge mistakes on their own.

I dont think the teacher part if the problem tho -I could see him trying that to keep in contact with the same environment he grew in, after the war and all, it could even be interesting to explore him being stuck in that past and not wanting to go away from the UA classroom setting-, my main concern is about him not caring enough about heroics. It makes it looks like he, sure, like heroes and be a pro hero would be nice, but his life doesnt get that much better after getting the suit. The main point he likes about it isnt even the suit itself, but hanging out with the class -which yeah, Izuku could love that too, but why isnt he nerding out?

"Oh man, that t-shirt is cool, it would be cool to get it" "nice, I got it now, thanks for the gift" It feels like that. It feels like its a nice gift of something he does like, but not love. His life is still the same, and the only good thing for him is being able to hang out -even tho for the past month of having the suit, he didnt even try to talk to his best friends, so idk who he was talking to or why he would love them so much if he just actually stays with one or two ppl.

430 presents the suit as a huge secret project that will change his life forever, that he deeply needed in order to be truly happy and himself free. 431 uses the suit as an excuse to meet the others a little more. Its not the main event, its not important -All Might talking about him still being able to move to save others, being able to be a hero the way he always wanted. Even if it was messy, at least it got the message of achievement, going for your childish dreams and find your happiness in it; the other chapter takes that and says "this isnt important, he isnt happier bc of it, what he needs is to talk to Uraraka who he has ignored in 8 years". The suit, heroism as a whole, become prompts for the "romantic" plot -OFA all of the sudden is related to Ochako, the heroes are called just to end the party sooner so he could accidentally meet with her...

Its insulting in so many ways. And I haven't even talked about the villains.

That Midoriya... isnt someone I support. He isnt the kid who will do his best. He just doesnt care about anything other than check some boxes. Who is this man? Who did this to Izuku?

#grrr talking

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ao3feed-hitoshi-shinsou · 2 years ago

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Class 2A Dropout in Spectacular Fashion

Class 2A Dropout in Spectacular Fashion by Blue Sph1nx

“So what are we doing for this years School Festival?” Hitoshi sighed as he fell onto one of the sofas in the class 2A common area only to be quickly squashed by Denki curling up on his lap.

“We could use it as the way we announce all of us dropping out?” Mina suggested.

Or, Class 2A (previously 1A) have been through so much shit so they dropout. In an incredibly dramatic and extra way but let them have this.

Words: 4006, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Class 1-A, Jirou Kyouka, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo, Shinsou Hitoshi, Kouda Kouji, Shouji Mezou, Aoyama Yuuga, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki, Hagakure Tooru, Sero Hanta, Tokoyami Fumikage, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Asui Tsuyu, Todoroki Shouto, Ojiro Mashirao, Satou Rikidou, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, The rest of ua too ig, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic

Relationships: Class 1-A & Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Class 1-A, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

Additional Tags: Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru, Songfic, Kinda, BAMF Class 1-A, Class 1A is now Class 2A, Class 1-A as Family, Class 1-A Shenanigans, Crack, Mild Angst, Class 1A is so done, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, Yagi Toshinori | All Might Bashing, Agressively Caring Bakugou Katsuki, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead | Dadzawa, Married Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Parental Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Everyone Is Gay, everyone is traumatised

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47299018

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Shinkami #♡#Shinkami #Erasermic·#⚣#A:Blue #Dadzawa #Dad Mic #Angst

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ao3feed-izch · 1 year ago

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engraved in my heart (the blade dug deep)

by mochihyuck

Izuku’s world collapsed when Ochako broke up with him, admitting as tears ran down her face that she was in love with Himiko Toga. A dead villain.

He sought refuge within the only person he could allow himself to show vulnerability to, and untrusted his shattered heart in his hands in more ways than he thought.

Little did they know that their feelings had been caught up in a grander scheme – and not only theirs, but some of their circle’s too. They might have only one way to discover the truth that involved them all, but only if they were willing to find it out.

please PLEASE keep up with me even if you're here for only one of the three ships. they're all main i promise (read: it gave me a headache to interlock them all together)

Words: 1936, Chapters: 1/26, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, F/F

Characters: Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Todoroki Shouto, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Toga Himiko

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Toga Himiko/Uraraka Ochako, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: yes there are 3 ships, Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, because i am unfortunately not horikoshi, Angst, Miscommunication, Pining, Mutual Pining, Denial of Feelings, Hidden Feelings, Lies, Getting Together, Break Up, funny bc you don't know which tag applies to which ship, ig you'll have to find out, Post-My Hero Academia Chapter 395: Built Upon the Joy of Others, But also, Post-My Hero Academia Chapter 413: Leaden Mass, Uraraka Ochako Needs a Hug, Temporary Character Death, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Redemption, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Good Person, Dabi | Todoroki Touya isn't Insane Anymore, how many variations of this tag can i do, Hawks being the Only Braincell, (he's not he's in love with an ex-mass murderer), if you ask me this might me slightly bkdk centered, Happy Ending, of course

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53846761

#ao3feed #dekuraka #izch #izuku midoriya #izuocha #ochako uraraka #ochadeku #auto

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looonnamoon · 3 years ago

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Whenever Bakugou thinks abt you, he looks constipated.

Like no, because whenever he thinks about you, it's an endless rabbit hole for him. It takes one though of you, how cute you looked in that oversized sweater today...

Then another thought comes in, somehow connecting to that other thought, then another and another.

And now he's here, sitting in class, trying so hard not to smile and giggle like a little school girl over the thought of how you would look on your guys wedding day. (Ofc thats different when he's in his dorm alone, then he'll giggle his ass off about kissing you in the rain.)

His eyes would be closed, entranced into his imaginative state while trying to keep up his usual look- which then looks like he's trying to take the biggest shit of his life.

For you, it's cute, you think while watching his face contort slightly, possibly acting out his fantasies a bit without realizing his surroundings.

For him, he's experiencing an absolute euphoria throughout his daydreams that he hopes someday he can truly experience with you in real life ♡

#bakugou katsuki #anime #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha #bakugou x reader fluff #♡♡♡♡♡#no but seriously #he would look like this when he thinks abt u tho #breathe if you agree #soft shit #i wanna say that this is what hes like when he has a crush #but it could also work for when yall are in a relationship too #whatever works for you ig

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quidfree · 2 years ago

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What do you think the most important thing is that Shouto learnt from Katsuki and vica versa? What are the most important ways they impacted each other?

oh this is a hard question what the hell…

there are a lot of ways to answer & i don’t want to have to stick too close to canon bc otherwise if i know myself i’ll spend hours rewatching the whole show so i can be specific enough. so instead i’m just going to answer this in a somewhat broader characterisation sense.

shouto’s influence on katsuki is the more obvious one. it’s kind of like… katsuki seeing what he could become by way of endeavor & then learning from shouto by contrast. both endeavor & shouto are highly talented people who excel in the field of heroism, which is something katsuki admires, but by knowing shouto and his relationship w his father katsuki sees what ego and a hollow desire to be The Best Hero can lead to. and instead you have shouto who is Incredibly Good at everything but also is a good person bc he’s a perfect angel. shouto’s complete dismissal of katsuki early on (imo bc he has a lot of the same traits shouto hates) grates at him, esp when shouto takes an interest in izuku. so as plot advances katsuki keeps seeing the way shouto does things, and unlike w izuku since he actually respects shouto i think it’s a more effective learning experience for him. see the scene during remedial arc where shouto is like ‘no violence is not the way to teach kids’ and katsuki is all ‘well it worked fine for me!’ but ultimately allows the pushback. i think down the line he really starts to internalize the fact that shouto is just a Better Hero than him in the same way izuku is and that they both have a better grasp on what the point of heroism actually is. tldr what katsuki learns from shouto is that you can be The Best and still be Good, and that this is in fact the harder but more admirable thing to strive to be.

for katsuki’s influence on shouto… in the same sense that katsuki obviously learns the above from izuku too (once he gets over his raging hatred of him), there’s an overlap to what shouto learns from izuku and from katsuki. yes izuku teaches him to defrost (ha) and connect w the heart of heroism (and himself), but he also (in a connected sense) teaches him that ‘it’s your quirk, todoroki!!!!’ and that he can be passionate in his ambition, not just coldly perfectionist. on the latter point, i think katsuki is a similar influence on shouto bc he is so furiously emotive about how much he cares abt his goals. also katsuki has so much… fun with it? he takes heroism incredibly seriously but he has a blast with it bc he just thinks hes hot shit. i feel like for someone like shouto who has so much trauma associated w his quirk it’s probably quite liberating to see that attitude in his peers. and as we can see from shouto consistently taking katsuki’s attitude in stride/being amused by it later on, i think in general something about him kind of brings out the teen in shouto, as he continues to outgrow his protective shell. and i think katsuki’s own growth throughout the series is a healthy thing for shouto bc it reaffirms his new more optimistic worldview, where people can grow and learn and better themselves if they make the effort to. so in general ig katsuki feeds into shouto’s allowing himself to feel the things he feels & want the things he wants & ultimately maintain the belief in a better life/ world being within reach.

to your last point i would also say that they have impacted each other in the sense that they are each other’s friends!! and also support. like from jump bc they’re so A league in UA when there are fights they can rely on each other to handle shit, before they even like each other at all. in sooo many fights they’re holding down like half the opposition and they never need to cover each other’s bases bc they trust the other is good enough, which is i think a very underrated thing? considering the kind of high stakes death matches they’re in as teenagers, having someone around they actually trust innately is pretty significant. and then in a separate fashion they are obviously friends also! moreso later on, but if shouto thinks they are post remedial arc then i think so too. beyond how funny they are together i think in early days shouto’s calm confidence is a good counter to katsuki’s angry arrogance, and katsuki’s snarky pragmatism is a good counter to shouto’s meandering self-seriousness. & they have quite a bit in common when you think abt the rest of their peers that i think is more obvious when they’re older, like workaholic tendencies and old man hobbies and truly iconic repartee. + whereas w other people they are necessarily the most (insert protagonist trait) around, bc they’re on a similar playing field when they’re together they’re allowed to just be goofy.

#qui parle #qui repond #anon #todobaku #tdbk #katsuki bakugou #shouto todoroki #50

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saltysnowbrid · 3 years ago

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My OTPs !!!

Im a multi shipper but I don't have 828730039 otps

CHILUMI (CHILDE X LUMINE - GENSHIN IMPACT)

This ship gets way too much hate, most ppl saying it's pedophilia but lumine and aethers ages are confirmed to be over 500 years if it were pedophilia i think Childe would be the victim lmfao. They are literally so cute they have the enemies to lovers cliché which is basic but I love it. This ship is also so good for angsty fanarts and fics.

XIAOVEN (XIAO X VENTI - GENSHIN IMPACT)

To be fair I haven't been indulging in this ship in a while but it's gotta be my favorite Venti or Xiao ship. This ship is also extremely viable with angst. This is ship is so innocent too I love it 💕

RENGA (REKI X LANGA - SK8 THE INFINITY)

Im pretty sure the ENTIRE sk8 fandom ships this lmao. They're just perfect for each other. They complete each other. Gay skater boys what more could i say

IZUOCHA (IZUKU X OCHACO - MY HERO ACADEMIA)

Well they're canon so like i gotta ship it. Deku's flustered moments are so amusing to watch imo. I literally rewatch everytime uraraka gets jealous bc deku is literally surrounded by other girls for no reason. They're friendship is also adorable i might even be ok if they didn't up being confirmed canon relationship.

BAKUDEKU (KATSUKI X IZUKU - MY HERO ACADEMIA)

In comes the toxicity??? Idk I'm still kinda new to the BnHA fandom but ik the fandom is super toxic abt bkdk vs izuocha or just ships in general. But how could I NOT ship this??? As a multishipper i feel obligated to ship anything that works and is cute. I don't even know which deku ship i like better, it's the same as how i can't choose who my favorite character is (bakugo or todoroki??) But yeah bkdk dynamic is like friends to enemies to friends to lovers or something even more complicated lmao. Idk why but I see a lot of fics and edits that are like angsty?? Like deku likes kacchan but kacchan likes Kiri (｡•́︿•̀｡) or baku likes deku but deku is looking at uraraka (ᗒᗩᗕ)

XIAOLUMI (XIAO X LUMINE - GENSHIN IMPACT)

Tbh this isn't rlly an OTP anymore but it used to be. Like a year ago. The ship is still super cute tho Xiao is protective but not in a possessive way like Childe whos a possessive yandere and will personally chop you into pieces if you so much as look at her for a second too long... Why am I making this abt chilumi now NO. The traveler is the only one Xiao opens up to which is cute, traveler is the only "mortal" he responds to.

TODOMOMO (SHOTO X MOMO - MY HERO ACADEMIA)

Idk they're just cute yk. They have the rich power couple vibes, they both got into UA through recommendations. They are literally each other's biggest fans and of all todoroki or yaomomo ships this makes the most sense.

GIYUSHINO (GIYU X SHINOBU - DEMON SLAYER)

Not really an OTP but they are cute. I think I might ship it more if i didn't know how things end up with shinobu. It's cute when shinobu teases tomioka and tomioka is just so clueless abt everything i love giyu i ship giyu x me /j

TANKANA (TANJIRO X KANAO - DEMON SLAYER)

There isn't that much canon content fueling this ship but I always have the fanarts which make me ship everything even more... i didn't finish the manga but I do know that it's implied that they end up together and have grandchildren, but that last episode from season one Kanao was totally feeling something prove me wrong. Kanao reminds me of myself.. docile :(

Also do ppl actually ship tanjiro with rengoku that's kinda... Pedophilia and weird even if it wasn't....

XINGYUN (XINGQIU X CHONGYUN - GENSHIN IMPACT)

They are so babie. They have such a cute friendship that im ok with a romantic or platonic ship between them. They are undoubtedly the cutest most innocent ship in genshin if you ignore the fanarts about yandere Xingqiu hahaha....ha...

Ok there's more but IG not bc i can only put 10 pictures *cries* ｡:ﾟ(;´∩`;)ﾟ:｡

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spice-chan · 4 years ago

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Legally Incapsulated

yandere!Bakugou Katsuki x darling!reader

In a different, dystopian world, yanderes are allowed to run rampant and they make up 15 percent of the population. It gets a little interesting when Bakugou, a protective yandere falls for you, a taken darling.

warnings: dystopian society (ig?), yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, reader has a bit of an early stockholm syndrome kinda thing, blood and near death, captivity.

also hi, i came back from the undead with an update.

.........

Bakugou laid on the ground, bleeding profusely, cold and alone. The red liquid soaked through his clothes, painting him as an ugly manifestation of destruction and death. However, he did not welcome the latter yet, clinging to-hanging tooth and nail to the threads of life.

What cruel irony. To be dumped somewhere so public, yet at a time when no one would bother to come. To have the Hero hanging onto the hope that someone would visit the park at three in the fucking morning.

A brutal fight between him and a particularly vicious villain ended in Katsuki suffering not only the humiliation of defeat but injuries that will do him in soon enough from blood loss. All alone, with no back-up, Katsuki suffered possibly the worst defeat of his life, for it might cost him that very same thing. Fucker attacked him after he finished his night shift too when no reporters or anyone would be around, knocking Katsuki out and dumping him in a public park just for the mockery of it.

His head felt light and doozy, and he was starting to succumb to the feeling sucking him in when he heard a gasp amidst the fog.

With what little stamina he has left, he turned around, sharp red eyes spotting a petite woman heading towards him.

You quickly got to his spot beneath a tree, crouching down and inspecting him, your warm eyes becoming horrified at the blood pool.

“Oh no, what happened here?! No matter. I’m going to call an ambulance. You’re going to be ok.” You reassured, or tried to, for the words coming out of your mouth could only be taken as self-assurance when one notices the dampness of your eyes. He tried to concentrate on what you were doing, but the next time he was aware of what was happening around him was when you clutched his hand tight with tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You’re gonna be ok.”

He sure hopes he will be now.

“What’s your name?”

Despite the haze covering, his red eyes zeroed on you, calmly taking you in despite the battered state he was in. You froze.

You stammered, heart hammering as you finally had another person's attention for once. It should’ve made you really ecstatic, but it just made you feel like you were naked on live TV.

“It’s um-“ you nibbled on your lip as if unused to your name, Katsuki just got lost in the dainty, delicate sound of your voice.

And when you said your name, as if testing foreign words on your tongue for the first time, he couldn’t help but think it suited you.

So pretty.

Honestly, if the sight of you is the only thing he’ll see before dying, he’ll be content. Your hand remained in hold his, your warmth travelling to his frigid hand and warming his very soul.

But the sound of ambulance sirens broke him out of his trance, and you too, it seems. For you broke away from him in fright, he had to hold back from grabbing you and keeping you close. He would, had he not been injured.

“Whe-where are you going?” He asked brokenly, desperate to keep the angel that saved him close. You shook your head, frightened and frantic. Looking at the time, and seemingly getting further and further.

“I’m sorry-I—I’ve got to go. I’m gonna late, I’ll get punished if I’m late.”

His heart sunk with every syllable you uttered, feeling a pain he had never felt before, something not tangible enough to be compared to injuries and not comprehensible enough for a man like Katsuki to express.

You’re a darling.

You’re someone’s darling.

By the time the ambulance rolled in and took him, you were long gone…

But not for long.

……………...

Katsuki Bakugo: Yandere.

Classification: Protective

Darling: Unregistered

In a world where yanderes are allowed to go rampant with their love, an ordinary citizen doesn’t know when they’ll become trapped by a person who claims to ‘love them unconditionally’. Thus making them a darling. And from the moment that label is put on them, the law ceases to help them and they become entirely at their yandere's mercy.

Yanderes are often separated into their schools and housed in their specified yandere classification ranging from obsessive, possessive and protective, and if a person overlaps two during their classification test they get reign into which house to go to. At UA, the houses are split between those three types and are equally split.

Katsuki, who scored rather high in both protective and obsessive traits, chose to go with the protective unit where he met Kirishima, who’s currently blabbering on about nothing in Katsuki’s hospital room.

“You barely made it man, I still can’t believe it. One can never be too careful these days.” He said, for the hundredth time. Katsuki was topless, the nurse having just finished bandaging his wounds. The stark white stood out against his chiseled, muscular front, it had every nurse swooning but he only had one thing on his mind.

You.

Where were you? Who were you? Did you really have a yandere? How can he take you away now?

No, he doesn’t like you. He’s just curious.

He’s survived this long without a darling. He doesn’t need one, contrary to popular societal belief.

When babies are three, they undergo tests and scans to see whether they have OLD, obsessive love disorder, which is something about 15 percent of the population suffers from.

They go to their own schools and such, but their identity as yanderes won’t be revealed to the general public, making it easy for yanderes to take their darlings by surprise when the grand reveal comes.

Katsuki himself attended a yandere oriented hero school, but what the public doesn’t know is that the acceptance rate is so low because only yanderes are accepted. Yanderes rarely, but not never, go for other yanderes so it poses as less of a distraction.

And so, the talented in the 15 percent of Japanese yandere are carefully picked and honed.

And the separation only proves something. That darlings are a distraction. He won’t be like other wanderers, he’ll get a hold of himself.

…………..

Y/N L/N: Darling

Under yandere of classification: Obsessive

Yandere name: Nagisa Mura

Katsuki ground his teeth, red orbs staring viciously at his computer screen. Hypothesizing and being faced with the fact that you do belong to someone else. The distraction, unneeded angel who fell from heaven just to save him.

Poor you, he bets that piece of shit doesn’t treat you as good as he could.

After looking further into you, he found several allegations of sexual assault made towards Mura that got completely dropped after he captured you.

A flash of searing pain made Katsuki jerk back, narrowly missing scorching his screen to smithereens.

He...he hurt you. The fucker hurt his angel, his princess...he hurt you, he hurt you, he hurt you.

He thought of your pretty, kissable lips, making unsure, clumsy movements as you tried to vocalise your name.

No, Katsuki has to have you. He needs to save you. It’s the only way for both of you to be happy at this point.

And this, spurred on a thorough check at your yandere, and Katsuki delved so deep that when he found what he wanted, he couldn’t help but break out into a lopsided, sinister grin.

………………

Nagisa burrowed his face in your neck, breathing in your scent while you sat still and rigid, not wanting to move away and risk his sanity flying away.

“Did you enjoy it?” He asked softly, suddenly attentively look at you with his cat-like, loving, sick eyes. Your heart palpitated in fear for a second before you nodded.

“Oh, where did you go? You...didn’t talk to anyone right?” Your heart erratically hammered, thinking that he might’ve somehow found out you did, and even told him your name. You shook your head at the speed of a sewing machine, then thought that might’ve perhaps been too aggressive to be convincing.

“I didn’t. I walked to the park and came back home.”

He sighed in satisfaction at that, moving his dark bangs back to stare at you with his green hues.

“I knew night time was a better idea. There would be no one around at this time that you can’t deal with with pepper spray. Fewer people to talk to, fewer people who see you” he was smiling, not breaking eye contact once, and with each syllable, his soft voice seemed to get more sinister and sinister.

You only nodded, pliant as a lamb in his grip as he twisted you however he wished. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you as if smelling a rare fragrant flower.

“We’ve gotten so far since the days in the orphanage when you refused to share your dolls with me when we were five.”

Memories. Something that should fill one with nostalgia, only filled you with an unbearable sense longing to a freer, more easy time. When you only had to worry about Nagisa bothering you during breakfast, lunchtime, movie time, sometimes worship time and wash time.

Desperate for a sense of normalcy, you hugged him back, feeling icy cold in his embrace.

“Nagi, what are we having for dinner?” A twinge of regret pierced you as you lowered your guard for a second. His hold became stiff, and he didn’t bother to swipe back his bangs as he flashed you a blank face.

“You’re thinking about dinner while we hug?”

But you knew how to deal with him better by now, deflecting his anger and turning it into something more malleable.

“Oh no, it’s just that I feel a little dizzy. I don’t think I ate or drank well those past few days.” You paired the lie with a yawn for extra measure, and the ice of his face melted to reveal a familiar worried expression pouted lips and widened greeny eyes.

He carefully put you down, bundling you in a blanket before he rushed to the kitchen to prepare you some food.

The worry he harboured for your well being should’ve filled you with warmth, but instead, you were left twiddling your thumbs and rocking yourself back and forth, an unexplainable feeling of doom filled you.

The feeling of a hand touching you caused you to spring out of your reverie in fright, but the sight of the green hues staring back at you only calmed you a fraction. He put the food in front of you, which he brought back with some vitamins because he can’t have you getting sick.

“Thank you…” you murmured, feeling incredibly stupid and useless.

He insisted he feed you and that you go to bed early.

But as you laid in bed, thoughts of strange red irises and their bewitching beholder swarmed your thoughts along with the fatigue. You hope he’s alright…

You wanted to check on him, but if you asked or even implied to Nagisa that you met someone, let alone a man albeit injured or not, that he will opt to not let you out for a year again, or possibly longer this time.

Even in his injured form, there was something undeniably feral about him, as if ready to pounce any second and gamble his chances at life if the situation called for it. It frightened you.

You shook your head, willing comfort to return to you through the soft duvet and sheets enveloping your body. You better sleep before Nagisa comes to bed and finds you awake…

…….

Finally, Bakugou has the best reason to get that fuck arrested. And you? Poor you, you’re going to have your yandere taken away, and you can’t *just* be let free. You didn’t earn it after all. Well, you would have, had there not being a perfectly suitable yandere for you to be rehomed with.

Heh, to think of it, you might hate him a little for this...but he’ll show you that he can treat you better, in no time, you’ll be wrapped around his finger like he’s shamefully wrapped around yours.

Bakugou’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt when the L-word is mentioned, not noticing when his thoughts spiralled to that degree. His deranged obsession with you had been planted the moment you saved him, but Katsuki didn’t notice when he lost the wheel of his rationality to his heart.

Yeah, sure, he did background checks on you, felt a twinge of pain when he realised you grew up in an orphanage, felt a tornado of anger when he saw the assault charges that went nowhere after that obsessive fuck captured you. Yeah, ok, he felt proud when he saw that you were the valedictorian. But… where did the stone hearted Katsuki go? Where did the one who was afraid of getting close to anyone in case his true nature shows and distracts him from his dream go?

But then, he remembered your glassy eyes, staring at him in worry that no one ever showed towards him before, fumbling with his phone to dial the ambulance while holding his hand. Telling him he’ll be ok.

The moment Bakugo looked in the mirror, he knew he lost.

His cheeks were flaming hot.

Whatever, he better start preparing your room.

…….

It felt like preparing the room of a newborn baby, Katsuki bought enough stuffed animals and plushies to make it resemble a fluffy asylum, along with pastel pink sheets. Your name was also put on the wall, with cursive pink letters that had butterflies surrounding them.

Not to forget a dresser filled with all kinds of things you could ever desire. But his favourite was filling the closet.

Besides adding some of his own shirts, he stuffed it with all kinds of pretty dresser and cute clothes that he can’t wait to see you wear.

Bakugo dusted his hands, taking a sigh and looking at the finished guestroom, previously a spare but now your own room, it looked as if a sparkly fairy vomited all over it. Hopefully you’ll like it…

He wishes you were here to see it…

An unfamiliar sense of isolation invaded his heart, perhaps it was the realisation that he just finished a room to a person who doesn’t even live with him *yet*, or knowing what he’s missing out on with you, but he knew he desperately wanted you here.

He wanted to protect you from the bastard who has you in his clutches

……..

A day later

You sat on the sofa, munching on some popcorn while you sat on Nagisa’s lap, watching anime.

A rough knock sounded out, the sound so aggressive is sounded as if the wood itself was gonna break under the aggressive force. Nagisa tensed up, he wasn’t expecting any guests, in fact, he rarely invites anyone over. He disassociated the both of you from any acquaintances from the orphanage, and you weren’t allowed to mingle with anyone.

He saw your curious look, even without any verbal question, but he opted to simply kiss your forehead and put you on the sofa.

He quickly went to answer the door, but not without grabbing a dagger and hiding it somewhere discreet.

He turned the knob, feeling his chest tighten painfully, as if sensing a near, imminent loss.

Three aggressive, toned cops welcomed his sight as soon as the door was open. They forced their way inside, cuffing him and telling him things, words that were spoken too fast and went over his head as the only thought that went through his head aas you.

He turned around to where he left you, but you were suddenly standing besides one of the officers, not allowed near him. No…

“According to our database, you are a yandere who has a darling. This means that she will be permanently taken away from you and handed to an eligible yandere as part of your punishment.”

He swallowed, his gaze, which always seemed morbid to you, now looked panicked and morose, gaze moving like a boomerang between you and the officers, as if not processing what’s happening.

“Nagisa, what have you done?” He couldn’t answer you, he couldn’t speak a word. You were leaving him, and there’s nothing that he can do.

“Eligible yandere? But as far as I know, there’s no one after her besides me.” The thought comforted him. Maybe he’ll recapture you after he serves whatever sentence he has, even though he’ll have to do it on the down low now. It’s illegal for a yandere who had their darling taken away to go after them again.

“Well you thought wrong. Scum”

Bakugou felt like the star of the show, coming in to rescue his damsel and finish his quest, with you as the prize.

Your mouth was agape, the little hope that simmered in you that you might possibly be free is now crushed, confusion coming full force in place of it. His face was all too familiar, it was the face of the man you found on death's door only a few days ago.

Nagisa’s face blanked, turning to you with bloody accusations in his eyes, which made your vision narrow to only focus on him, afraid to make eye contact yet afraid not to. You almost felt the bile rise up your stomach as goosebumps covered your entire body at his familiar, haunting stare.

“(Y/n)...how does he know you?”

“I-“ you swallowed, unable to answer. Who is he?

The dots were starting to connect in Nagisa’s head, however, instead of his chilling rage, all you got was a sad, nostalgic smile.

“Very well (y/n), it’s ok.” You couldn’t feel relieved from his ambiguous tone. Your very gut screaming at you that something was wrong.

And your gut was right.

“It’s ok, I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m sure of it but I’m sorry because if I can’t have you then nobody can.” In the blink of an eye, Nagisa charged at you with a dagger, with speed you didn’t know he possessed, while you were frozen in place in fear.

However, before he could reach you, the blond, brawny man moved like the wind, catching the hand that threatened you, firing an explosion at the wrist in a show of wrath, probably giving Nagisa third degree burns, then twisting his arms behind his back and pushing him harshly into the floor. The level of strength between them was visibly imbalanced to the blondes' favour, Nagisa was by no means fit or sturdy, not at all when compared to the wall of strength in front of you.

The officers, novices who should have expected this turn of events by all means, have proven to be useless until the very end of this spectacle, thanking the blond the blond profusely while handcuffing the hysterical Nagisa, who was taken kicking and screaming by one of the officers while one stayed behind.

“Miss (y/n), I believe? Sorry we couldn’t prevent this unsavoury turn of events, that criminal will be locked for good, you don’t have to worry about him.” The officer tried to reassure the frightened lady in front of him, disappointed that a yandere would try to kill the person he loves. That was one of the most prohibited laws, though what can he expect from a criminal?

“You don’t have to worry about your safety though, as it turns out, you will be rehomed with Mr Dynamight. This will serve as both a punishment for the offending yandere and a way for darlings who haven’t earned their freedom to stay with their next eligible caretaker.”

You nodded shily, overwhelmed by the influx of information directed at you. It didn’t help that you barely spoke to anyone besides Nagisa in years.

The officer took your agreeableness in stride, scramming quickly as he physically felt the burn of Bakugou’s stare.

Now it was just him and you.

“You ok?” He managed to mutter, not sure how to start a conversation with you now that he had you.

You nodded, not facing him. Are you ok?

You felt the moisture gathering in your eyes, making your eyes seem like gleaming crystals.

Of course you weren’t ok.

You just had the person who, for years, claimed they loved you, stole you against your will and forced you to adapt to a lifestyle that suited them try to kill you. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry but apparently your body did as it broke into a sob.

Your shoulders shook in failing effort to try to hide yourself from him-Mr Dynamight or something, but he felt his heart clench when he heard you sniffle.

You heard him kiss his teeth, and you had a half mind to apologise, having unfond memories of the sound, but he instead, to your surprise, brought his beefy arms around you and embraced you warmly.

Your crying halted, head turning up to fave him with a ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look in your eyes, making him blush and turn away from you with another kiss of his teeth.

“Stop crying.”

Why did his simple gesture stop your tears? Why are you not trying to make a run for it?

Most importantly, why do you feel something warm blooming in your chest instead of hate?

You looked at him, trying to channel all the hate you harbored for Nagisa for this newfound captor of yours, but all you could think about is when he saved you from Nagisa’s sharp blade— how strong and capable he was, really, shouldn’t you be thankful?

At that moment, you experienced something that never happened to you in your years of being with Nagisa.

You blushed.

……

You stepped through Bakugou’s house, already having an idea of what kind of lavish place it is from the exterior, but you were nevertheless impressed.

The place is something out of a movie, extremely different to the small and cozy apartment you lived in. Everything seemed up to date and costly.

You didn’t notice Bakugou preening in pride at the impressed look on your face. He tried to appear nonchalant, but he was seconds away from grabbing your hand in excitement as he tours you around the place.

Still, he wanted some form of contact with you, so he opted to put a hand behind your back, excusing it as you being too slow when you turned to him with a quizzical look.

His hand felt warm on your back.

“This is the bathroom nearest to your room, but there’s one in your room as well.”

Your room. It felt strangely delighting to have something be your own, when previously everything was ours with Nagisa. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn’t know whether you should try to pause to catch your breath or pick up your pace.

“And uh, this is your room.” This time you did notice Bakugou’s redness, it was quite hard not to when his entire face was red. Of course it would be.

The room looked like it was something out of a barbie house. Soft, pastel rugs paired with baby pink curtains. Plush, stuffed dolls littered the place, some small and some big enough to engulf you. You slowly stepped inside, unsure how to feel about this interior, until you felt your bed. It was also a gentle pink, but the catch was how featherlight soft it was, it felt silky, and the mattress reminded you of when you’d dream of sleeping on a cloud.

“Like it?” He asked, not taking his eyes off your blessed face. That’s the first he’s seen this expression on you. He feels almost cheated, like he would have seen way more of you and learnt way more than he already knows if that piece of shit let you out.

You hummed to him in response.

“Good, ‘cuz it’s your nap time now.”

“Huh?” You straightened your back, looking at him in protest.

“But, I still have things to ask you! Plus, I don’t need a freaking nap-“

“Sleep now, questions later.”

The sun was starting to dip, giving the room a warm, orange glow which did make you feel somewhat lethargic. Bakugou closed the curtains, and shut the door, but surprisingly didn’t leave your room. He pulled the covers back, gesturing for you to slip under. You were afraid for a moment that he was gonna slither his way inside as well, uninvited. But he merely sat besides your supine form.

“Um-?”

“I’m gonna stay here ‘till you fall asleep.” You nodded mutely, not finding a point to objecting anymore. You never have a say anyways. But, this wasn’t so bad. He put his large hand on your head, caressing it and admiring its texture, and how amazing it feels beneath his fingers. You felt his touch to be invasive at first. Who does he think he is, touching you when you don’t even know him?

But you don’t speak. You instead relax and let the stress you built up melt away, and you welcome sleep.

…..

Your eyes slowly fluttered open to the feeling of someone lately shaking you. You were disoriented, glancing around the fluffy place in confusion, your eyes looking adorably lost and confused.

“C’mon dumbass. It’s time for dinner.”

Oh, right, you were living with him now.

“I put the clothes you’re gonna wear on your bed, and here are your slippers.” You glanced on the bed, seeing a comfy looking white, silky pyjama dress slippers at the foot of your bed.

“Ok.” You nodded, “I got it.”

He gave you one final final intense look leaving your bedroom.

…….

In the dining room, Bakugou had already set everything up. He made your favourite food, lit up some candles and sat down, anxious glancing at the door and waiting for you to appear. Will you like it? Will you ask him questions? Do you enjoy living with him so far?

If the answer to some of those questions is no, he doesn’t know what he’ll do. He does know that you aren’t going anywhere though.

You quietly walked in, feeling the tension increase with each step you took.

You spied the contents on the table, salivating at the smell of your favourite food like a starved ogre, not even bothering to grimace at the memory of Nagisa’s poor attempt at making it.

Bakugou was salivating as well, but for different reasons. He couldn’t look away from your exposed skin, staring creepily as if he’s never seen a leg before.

The meal was consumed with awkwardness, neither party breaking the ice. You were afraid of confrontation, of asking too many questions and receiving nothing but anger and resentment in return. He seems so much nicer than Nagisa, you didn’t want him to hate you.

The silence reigned, and the dishes were cleared away and being washed by Bakugou, who insisted you stay near him but also insisted you stay unoccupied.

Every moment that passed felt like a moment lost, and you kept summoning your courage, but the words just wouldn’t leave your mouth. Maybe you should build up to what you really wanted to ask instead of jumping straight to it.

You saw his red eyes sneakily glancing at you, rapidly leaving your form when you noticed him, causing his ears and face to flush.

“So um, what do you do?” he quirked an eyebrow, looking at you strangely while his movements didn’t pause.

“You-you don’t know?!” he exploded, looking at you in disbelief. You just shook your head like a deer caught in headlights.

Oh, that shit must’ve not let you watch TV much.

“I’m a pro hero.”

Your eyes widened in wonder, the decadence of the place suddenly making sense.

“Cool! What’s your quirk?” he ditched the dishes, excitedly showing you his quirk and explaining how it works, delighted at your cute smile and interest in him. The air felt charged and lively, and maybe that’s what led you to ask the questions that have being nagging at you.

“So um, how did you-uh, how did you even find out anything about me?”

Your heart dropped when you saw the excitement on his face disappear, his usual scowl in place of it.

“You told me your name, that’s all I needed to know. I never stopped thinking about you ever since I saw you, I tried but I couldn’t. If even someone as strong as me can end up on death's door, then what would happen to you? I couldn’t just leave you.” At this point, he was caressing your face, looking at you with love stricken eyes. You were reminded of who you were talking to, you were talking to a Protective yandere, who took you.

You didn’t have to ask anything else really, pandora’s box opened, and everything you weren’t previously privy to is now made obvious to you.

“It sickened me though, knowing you actually fucking belonged to someone else. So how could I leave you? I had to save you like you saved me.” he had both of his huge hands on your face, looking at you with pure insanity, love, adoration and bloodthirst swirling and mixing in his irises. He was a yandere, he was the person every ordinary person should fear, he has you in his clutches, you should be trying to escape and regain your freedom, you saw first hand how easily capable of hurting you he could be if he wanted… So why weren’t you scared?

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afterhourswjay · 3 years ago

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Uhhh, sooo... Its been a while since I've written anything, and I had a night terror last night. And I remembered that I used to have night terrors and because of that I have a residual need to avoid going to sleep (i used to cry myself sick because I didn't wanna go to bed), a fear if you will, but I'm fine once I actually fall asleep. Sooo, gonna write ab it while i eat my bagel & drink my coffee :3 Also, just so y'all know, this'll be drawing on my personal experiences with sleep, so if you don't like it, uhh... don't read, ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Mha characters (midoriya, bakugo, ochako, dabi, and toga) helping you get to sleep; preestablished relationship between reader n character, btw; also also, I decided to put a 'keep reading' line in here simply because this is gonna be a bit on the dark side. I will add warnings to the best of my ability, let me know if I miss anything

Warnings: just some mentions of swearing, mentions of death (nothing in detail, but its there), light angst - mostly fluff tho

Izuku Midoriya

-you can bet your ass he's noticed your tendency to hang out in the common room for as long as everyone else is hanging out, despite the dark circles hangin' out under your eyes - he asks if you could join him for a study session. cuz he really does want to study together, he just also has an alt reason - you two have been studying for about an hour when he asks if you've been sleeping well recently - and... you tense almost immediately, and you deflect too, continuing to talk about the school problem you two were currently working on - normally, he'd let it drop and just continue working on studying. but he's super worried about you, and yea, he's not the best at trying to get a good-night's sleep... but he wants you to know he's there for you - "Y/n, look at me. Are you getting enough sleep at night? Cuz the circles under your eyes look like bruises" that, plus him gently holding the sides of your face in his hands and he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks so softly - it doesn't take long for you to start crying, exhaustion and guilt washing over you like a tsunami - when you calm down enough to talk, you tell him that you used to have night terrors near nightly. and, while sometimes its really just a cold, cement like feeling in your soul, sometimes its a whole scenario where people die you stress that its usually close family and friends, but sometimes its people that you saw earlier in the day - izuku doesn't know what to say in response to that, deciding to simply scoop you up and hold you close - he's honest when he says he doesn't know how to help you, but he does want to help - please tell him how he can help. if you just need to sit next to him after you wake up, or if you need to talk to him - wait wait wait, he needs to grab his notebook to write it down. you two go back and forth for the rest of the evening, coming up w ideas on things that help and don't help calm you down after a night terror. and how he can help get you to sleep when you don't feel like sleeping

Bakugo Katsuki

-at first, he doesn't really comment on it, but he's observant af - even if you're able to function as normally as any of your other classmates, he's able to tell - the less sleep you get, the worse your caffeine intake gets. that and your adhd symptoms start going through the roof even when you got medication in your system - he doesn't ask, he makes a comment on how you should be dead due to the mass amounts of caffeine circulating through your body - you look at him, coffee mug halfway up to your mouth, and you stare like a deer in the headlights at him as tears start trickling down your face - you don't put your mug down, but you do get up, and walk off. you snag his wrist as you pass, and practically drag him out of the common room to your dorm room and you shut the door behind you - you finish your coffee in one breath, walking over to your bathroom to rinse out your mug and to collect your thoughts - once done, you walk back out and tell him that you avoid sleeping due to your past w night terrors - you don't tell him in graphic detail, but you do tell him enough to know what kinds of demons are lurking in the darkness of your skull - the more you describe to him, the more upset you become until your full-on crying. your having trouble talking, since your hiccupping and your bordering hysterics not gonna describe too much, am starting to cry actually :( - he's silent at first, allowing for you to calm down as he collects his thoughts, and you know he's not good at feelings, but he's trying - honestly, he is - he wraps his arm around your middle, and he pulls you into his side - he's soft for you in ways he doesn't like verbalizing, but hes tying his best - tells you that its ok to rely on others for help. that asking for help doesn't make you weak - tells you to wake him up if you need to read: he gets mad if you don't, so please wake him up, and he'll distract you as best as he can until

Ochako Uraraka

-ngl, you and 'chako were best friends even before you two became romantic partners - you both had years upon years of sleep overs - so she's perfected her strategies in helping you after you wake up from a night terror. you were honest w her in that you didn't like it when she attempted to wake you up, you always felt much worse when she did - she knows that it's not her fault, you told her about your past and she nearly cried - especially when you say stuff about how upsetting some things were and you end your statement w a shrug and comment on how you most likely wouldn't act the same if you hadn't gone through the fucked-up shit you did i'm sorry, i'm heavily projecting (´ε｀；) - she's figured out that you like it when she just lays w you for the first few minutes of being awake after your night terror, and you've told her plenty of times that her simply doing that for you helps you to relax much sooner - sometimes you end up sleep walking, bolting out of the bedroom while letting out heart wrenching sobs, and the only thing saving you at that point is the fact that you and uraraka keep front door locked both to prevent intruders coming in and to keep you in the apartment in case you have a sleep walking type night terror - when this happens, she's usually able to gently guide you back to bed - you don't always tell her what happened, but if you do you usually do it much later in the day

Dabi

-you two have been friends, and villains, since you both were younger - inseparable, the lot of you are - you both suffer from night terrors, so he's able to empathize w you. you help him, and he helps you - sometimes he's the one to drag you both to bed after a few days of staying up, and sometimes its you - you both have similar ways of dealing w the after-maths of y'alls'... and that is 'out of sight, out of mind' - toxic, ik, but it works. and sometimes you expound on what happened, but most of the time its your brain making up scenarios that could've happened - so you both find ways to distract yourselves - sometimes, its early morning chaos by way of stealing cigarrets from convenience stores - and other times its you two committing arson, usually on abandoned buildings, but sometimes fancy corporate buildings - i'd like to think that he's really good at cooking but not baking, while your good at both cooking & baking. so he usually cooks something and you bake something to go w it usually w pilfered ingredients shhh - on the rare occasion do you drink yourselves into oblivion... well, dabi probably would do it frequently, but your able to talk him into doing other things. but sometimes you don't have the energy to and so you just join him - and still others you just sit in silence, sitting shoulder to shoulder on the couch in your shared apartment. he's watching you out of the corner of his eyes while you just stare blankly at the wall, mostly because your brain is playing a movie to distract you from the darkness that is keeping you awake. he thinks its weird, the way you can just stare at walls

Himiko Toga

-you two rent an apartment in the 'worst' part of the city. your landlord doesn't care that your villains, he only cares about you two keeping up w payments - you have a decently sized 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment. originally you rented one with 2 bedrooms, but you had enough night terrors where you pretty much woke up every time screaming - plus, who doesn't like cuddling w their + 1 while on the way to sleepy town?? - 100% uses it as an opportunity to hang out w you - she makes sure to have your favorite foods/drinks/books/ect on hand to help distract you - if you simply want to cuddle, then thats fine too - she's the most likely to convince you to go murdering people, maybe stalk a couple of others - sometimes she takes you on a date to a cafe so that you can get yourself a drink and some food - whatever you want to do, she'll do it too. oh oh, do you want to dress up as each other?? - usually drags twice along w the two of you - the three of you are good enough friends where you don't protest against having twice there

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bootlickerhawks · 2 years ago

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bakudeku? kacchako? izuocha?

Don’t Ship It : Bakudeku

Why don’t you ship it?

Their relationship never compelled me tbh. And the behavior of the more radical and vocal Bakugou/bkdk stans has turned me off the ship entirely.

What would have made you like it?

Their relationship reminds me too much of the toxic relationship I had with my so called friends in middle school so I don't think there's anything I could change abt them without taking away what makes this ship unique.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

Despite my personal issues with the ship I could always understand why people would ship them. They have an interesting interpersonal conflict and they play an important role in each other's character development. Plus on an aesthetic level their designs and personalities are complimentary and make for good fanart/fanfic.

Ship It : Kacchako

What made you ship it?

This is the ship that got me into bnha lmao (more specifically saisai-chan's metas abt them got me into bnha)

and like 90% of the kacchako fandom I got into it because of the Sport's Festival Arc 😂

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Their personalities clash in a really fun way and I like that Ochako doesn't take any of his shit and even called him out on it. Plus I think they'd make a great team and I love meself some battle/power couple vibes 😤

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I haven't read a kacchako fic in years but the trend of having Katsuki be Endeavor 2.0 and wanting to make babies with Ochako for eugenics reasons was fucking nasty.

Portraying them in a very cishet way is also another ick of mine (tho that one is common to most m/f ships)

Ship It : Izuocha

What made you ship it?

I'm not a super big shipper but I think they're really cute together ^^

I like that they have the vibe of friends first romance partners second. A lot of shounen m/f ships focus so much on the romantic aspect (*cough* the girl pining for the guy *cough*) that they neglect the friendship/platonic bond. I have a hard time getting invested in ships if I feel like they couldn't just hang out, have fun and crack jokes together.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I like how supportive they are of each other. I especially loved their convo abt Toga and Shigaraki and Ochako standing up for him when he came back to UA (even if her speech was pretty cheesy lmao but I forgive it)

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I don't think it's an unpopular opinion to say that I wish we'd seen more content of them hanging out and bonding.

Ig my unpopular opinion is that I think it's kinda unfair to compare it to naruhina/sasusaku/ichihime or whatever other underdeveloped romance you want to compare it to. Like, yeah Hori could have done a better job at writing their romance but for the most part I'm okay with the way it's handled right now.

I think at most we'll get the implication that they're together in the future and possibly we'll see Ochako confess at the end of this arc.

#asks #ask game #thanks for the ask!!#long post

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denkamis · 4 years ago

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hc’s about falling in love with your childhood best friend.

masterlist.

warnings: swearing ig?? it’s fluffy, mainly. i tried to make it fairly gender neutral in terms of the reader.

notes: hi uh these were supposed to be for the dekusquad but they ended up being SO much longer than i originally intended so i cut down on the characters ;-; i struggled with bakugou’s but his ended up being the longest??? idk man, hope you guys like it <3 these are seriously just drabbles in disguise

izuku midoriya

you met at an author meetup at the local bookstore. the book was a biography about all might, ofc you were bound to meet

you were in front of him in line and he shyly complimented you on the all might t-shirt you had worn

you two basically spent the entire time talking to each other about your favourite pro heroes as you waited in line

by the time you got to the front, you were so engrossed in your own conversations that both inko and your mom figured it would just be better to take you two home for a playdate instead

since you were friends with midoriya, that meant bakugou was also in your little circle

you stood up to him a couple times and always checked up on midoriya after kacchan’s tiny tantrums

midoriya appreciated that, and you two were practically inseparable

bakugou always accused you two of teaming up against him

you would simply link arms with midoriya, tilt your chin up high and say that you were a full package deal. two peas in a pod. two halves of a whole, always

midoriya’s face seemed to be permanently red that entire day

you two were pretty dedicated in school, with you wanting to persue your top picks for high school. that meant that there were lots of study dates between you two

during those study dates, midoriya couldn’t help if his gaze lingered on you just a bit more than his notes about quirk laws

he realized he was in love with you when you had stayed after school to look for the notebook kacchan had burnt

“you don’t have to do this, y/n. i can find it on my own… i don’t want to make to make you stay any longer.”

“don’t say that, izuku. i don’t mind. besides, we always stick together and we will even after you get into ua!”

“a- after i get in?” he spoke in a disbelief. everyone had doubted him, everyone had told him that he needed a quirk in order to get in but not you

you stayed. you supported him. you believed in him.

he grabbed your hand on instinct, startling you. “i- i-” he began stuttering, eyes darting about as the feelings he hadn’t realized resurfaced

“thank you.”

you gave him a gentle smile, chest feeling light as your hand encased in midoriya’s squeezed his own comfortingly

“full package deal, remember?”

he nodded, his smile jittery and shy. you giggled, blush dancing on your cheeks as you went on your next rant about how kamui woods could totally beat mount lady in a fight

midoriya gripped the straps of his backpack, chest feeling light and his head feeling dizzy with all the new thoughts of you flooding his mind

oh yeah, he was definitely in love with you

shouto todoroki

you were his neighbour

well, more accurately, your grandparents were his neighbours and you visited often

your grandparents made you get the mail in the mornings and sometimes you would see him outside in the front yard with his mother. you would wave to him, and he would give a timid wave back after some encouragement from his mother

you would play outside with your grandfather, flying your tiny kite and playing catch with him

until you noticed there was a boy lingering near the fence separating the both of your houses

he was watching the relationship you had with your grandfather curiously, almost as if there were a bit of envy in his eyes

being the kind child that you were, you went over to him and passed the small ball between the rungs of the fence to him

shouto was hesitant, but eventually took the ball from your inviting grip and tossed it back and forth between his hands testingly

this began a little game between you two

he would toss the ball over the fence, and you would throw it back over to him

you didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t come on the other side of the fence to visit properly, but that was okay

you two would spend hours by the fence, sitting and talking you would give him tiny daisy chains made from the flowers in your grandma’s garden

he wouldn’t tell you, but he kept each one you gave him on his windowsill

he would compliment you a lot, too

not that he knew what that meant, he was simply stating facts to you

“i like your hair. it’s very pretty.”

“you’re very strong. you throw over the ball like it’s nothing.”

“you want to become a hero? i think you would be the best one.”

“your smile makes me want to smile, too.”

all of his words make your heart do somersaults

sometimes when you’re sitting with your backs to the fence, leaning up against each other, you feel the heat of his left hand ghosting your fingers. you don’t know why that made you feel shy, but it did

one day before you were supposed to go back home to your parents’ house, you went to go say goodbye to shouto

he was sitting there normally, but his head was hung low so you couldn’t quite see his face

as you approached him, you noticed that there was a bandage covering his left eye

“sho?”

he said nothing as you sat down

“mom says i have to go now,” you tell him. he says nothing, again

“um… are you okay?”

an indiscernible noise comes from the small boy. you press your face right up against the one barrier separating you two. he looks up to see you worried. you didn’t like seeing him so upset

then an idea came to you

“before i go.. let me kiss it better.”

shouto looked at you in bewilderment

“you’re not… afraid?”

“no, why?” you asked in a confused manner, yet shouto remained hesitant

“come here, please,” you asked of him, “before mom catches me kissing a boy.”

pink dusting over his cheeks, he slowly crawled his way over to where you still kept your face against the fence. your gentle lips met the fabric of his bandage. the scent of something burnt catching in your nose as you did

“you’ll come back?” shouto asked quietly. you nodded, promising him

he nodded back in understanding, the tiniest of smiles appearing across his features

“i’ll be waiting.”

katsuki bakugou

you had been in the same class since kindergarten, meaning that you knew him before he had his quirk

even so, you thought he was pretty cool

the reason for that? well, you weren’t exactly the most well liked kid in school. children were ruthless, and there was always a bottom of every social ladder between preschoolers

you got teased a lot. they pulled your hair, made fun of the way you cried, poked fun at the shoes and shirts you wore despite them being your favourite ones

you were different. they didn’t like that

the world seemed completely against you

during a colouring activity, the box of crayons you were holding was smacked out of your hands. your bottom lip quivered as the same boy taunted you to no end about how clumsy you were

you simply bent over to pick them up before hearing another voice call out

“oi, picking on small fries like that is lame.”

looking to your left stood katsuki bakugou, looking bored and disinterested in helping you out. but your bully stopped in his tracks. being called lame?? by the great tiny katsuki bakugou??

no one had ever stood up for you like that

even though he didn’t help you pick up your crayons, it felt like you had some type of ally in this class

slowly, you connected two and two together

if you stayed around bakugou, no one could pick on you anymore! so you glued yourself to him practically every day

at first, he found it annoying, but after seeing that you admired him up close, he liked the attention that feuled his ego, so he kept you around

because you followed him around so much, you picked up a lot of things from him. he taught you how to defend yourself, and you taught him that some extras didn’t deserve as much attention as he was giving him. it was better to walk away sometimes

you ate lunch together, he came over to your house to play heroes and villains, he even showed you his secret all might poster collection. you were his person to talk to

he even had a katsuki bakugou™ nickname for you: small fry

you two were quite the duo. bakugou went from simply tolerating you, to gradually beginning to care for you being around

and as you grew up with him, he caught himself beginning to admire the strong, gorgeous person you had become all on your own. it seemed he had developed a bit more than just a simple friendship bond with you

did he ever tell you that? fuck no

you knew bakugou had always been rather… brash

but you absolutely drew the line in the sand when he wouldn’t stop picking on midoriya for being quirkless. that one day where you walked into that classroom to meet bakugou and his group of friends only to see bakugou telling some green haired kid to jump off the building because he would never make it into ua without a quirk. he was different

bakugou turned to leave and he saw you standing in the doorway with a bit of an angry, hurt expression on his face

“small fry, thought you were never gonna show up.”

“... lame.”

“hah? what did you say?”

“i said it’s lame picking on small fries like that just because they’re different,” you spat at him. his eyes stayed fixated on you as you walked past him, helping the smaller boy off the floor and asking if he was okay

normally, if it were anyone else, bakugou wouldn’t care. at all

but it was you

you were different

and all he did was act like he didn’t care. why? he didn’t know. but what he said to you that day came out rash and hurtful. you two had your fights before, but this had struck a chord with you. no one deserved to be treated like how you were back in preschool. that hurt

he didn’t realize how much you meant to him until you stopped inviting him over, you stopped eating lunch with him, you stopped texting and that bothered him

the one person who he wanted to admire him didn’t anymore

so it was a surprise to you that he waited for you to be finished your club after school to talk

“small fry, listen. oi! i said listen up!” you kept walking, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist

“what? what is it? what can you possibly say to make things better? how could you treat people like that?”

“come back.”

“what?”

“i said, fuck- come back, y’know, eat lunch with all the extras again.”

“no.”

the frustration showed true on bakugou’s features. his cheeks were turning red, you figured from the anger he was feeling towards you yet his voice dropped

“i didn’t mean that shit back there. i was angry. fuck, i.. you want me to apologize or some shit, right. heard you small fries like that.” he shifted uncomfortably, his clammy hand still holding your wrist in a firm grip, as if you would walk away from him any moment now

“sorry, or whatever.” he mumbled out in the smallest voice you had ever heard bakugou speak in

your heart stopped as he looked at you with such sincerity. you held his gaze, eyes locked on his before you shook your head

“i don’t forgive you for saying what you said and doing what you did, but i do trust you. and i know that you’re better than that. you’re not lame. but if you seriously do that again, i’m not giving you any more chances.”

relief came flooding back to bakugou at your words, but his face fired up almost instantly as you moved your hand so that your fingers intertwined with his

“now c’mon, the new all might special is airing tonight, if we hurry we can still make it to my house.”

“don’t speak so fucking loud! ... damn small fry.”

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melo-yello · 4 years ago

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✨Self-Care Day✨w/ 💥🪨KiriBaku HeadCanons💥🪨

Off Day

💥🪨 You’re hanging upside down on the couch in your shared apartment with a boyfriend on either side of you. Kiri’s hand in yours while Baku’s had one hand on your thigh and the other scrolling on his phone as some cartoon drones on the tv

💥🪨 This is not how you envisioned your first free weekend into the last two weeks going

💥🪨 You sigh loudly before poking out your bottom lip “Suki? Eiji? I’m bored.” you pout dramatically as you throw a hand onto your forehead before you continue “Can we do a self-care day?”

💥🪨 Baku just grunts in affirmation as he stretches before standing. Kiri just smiles “Of course, Pebble. Whatever you want.”

💥🪨 You pop up pecking both guys on the cheek as you bounce off to the kitchen with Kiri’s hand still in yours “Thanks you two are the best!I’ll make tea!!!”

💥🪨 “And don’t you forget it!” Bakugou smiles popping your soft ass as he follows behind most likely to micromanage

💥🪨 You three chat about your week not having much time outside of courses to really talk. Between studying, training, and hero work you guys just didn’t have a lot going of free time.

💥🪨Per usual you and Kiri really carry the conversation Baku only chiming in ever so often to offer up things that he hates

💥🪨 You pop up remembering one of for favorite parts of a good ole fashioned treat yo self day. The cute headbands for you and Kiri to push your hair out of your faces. You return with a pink bunny one, a brown Teddy Bear one, and a plain black headband. Baku takes the black and Kiri takes the bunny.

💥🪨 “How do I look, Peb?” Kiri smirks flexing to show his broad ass built ass frame after putting on his bunny headband. “Ridiculous.” “-ly Hawt!” You laugh correcting Baku

💥🪨 You film in absolute awe as your Manly bf’s pierce Suki’s ear with ease after the off handed joke you made sipping tea. Cue Baku voguing it up with pride and a freshly pierced ear. Bakugou is slightly leaner and a couple inches shorter but just as toned

💥🪨 “Suki, Eiji, you are too manly!” You hype your man up as you post the video to your IG story

💥🪨 It’s your turn now!! Kiri easily pierces your ears with a red stud in your right and an orange in your left. Adding a second set of holes right above your first ones

💥🪨 Next comes high quality and novelty animal face masks Bakugou buys online to compliment his vigorous skin care routine. It rivals half of the YouTube Beauty community’s

💥🪨 Niether of you have any idea of where he buys them or where he hides them for that matter. He stores them away so you guys can’t steal them when he’s not around. Bakugou allows you and Kiri to use his masks on special occasions tho

💥🪨 “Mr. and Mrs. Dumbass.” He smirks handing you a frog and Kiri a tiger. Earning him a playful jab from you and “A Thanks, Babe.” from the red head

💥🪨 You suggest nail 💅🏾 polish next and Kiri is automatically on board. “Oooooo can you make them Red, Babygirl? Because they’d be so manly!” Kiri beams bouncing up and down. Baku will only allow his middle fingers painted. “I want white with bombs or just F U. Whichever is easier for you, Teddy Bear.” Bakugou nods scrunching up his nose from behind his own red panda face mask.

💥🪨 Kirishima’s nails are a simple sparkly red that say 🤍BITE MANLY in white while Bakugou’s middle fingers are white with black bombs with an orange F U on each one respectively

💥🪨 After you peel off your masks, you and Kirishima squeal in nearly perfect sync “Oooooooooooo! Sooooo Soft! Aren’t we hawt, Bakubro! Seeeeeeeeeee!” Both of you placing his hand on your faces

💥🪨Bakugou will just roll his red eyes into the back of his head as you two wrap him in a tight embrace “I’ve told you idiots a thousand times the importance of regular skin care with quality products.” He shrugs nonchalantly even thought he loves when you two are touchie with him. He hates to admit it

💥🪨 As you begin to search you nail kit for your preferred color, Kiri grabs your hand and presses it to his cheek “Can we do yours, Pebble?” He pouts. Bakugou follows suit grabbing your other hand “Pretty please, Teddy?” He whines firmly pressing your hand to his heart.

💥🪨 You buckle so fast it’s not even funny. “Bbbbbbbut...😤😖😞fine.” You concede

💥🪨These two really know how to put on the charm. Especially if Bakugou Kasuki is calling you Teddy instead of Dumbass.

💥🪨 “Great! Y/n, pick out a show to watch before we start.” Baku barks handing you the remote. “Why?” You question snatching it and putting on Criminal Minds. Simply thrilled you were getting to pick (Typically there were mini competitions for such a privilege)

💥🪨 “You’re judging, Bighead. You can’t look til we’re done.” Kiri hums thoughtfully trying to pick a good color combination. Baku already had his colors hidden in his lap before scouting so his hip was against yours sure to obscure your view of your own hand from you.

💥🪨 “Yea, no bias. When I win it’ll because I’m the best! Isn’t that right, Shitty Hair!” The ash blonde smiles cockily at the red head across from him. “In your fucking dreams, Spark plug!” Kiri spits backs just taking all the colors and copying Bakugou’s positioning

💥🪨 “If either of you fuckers, get those polishes on my favorite jeans there’ll be hell to pay.” You warn with a sinister tone to rival even Katsuki’s and the widest smile. The boys shiver at the seriousness behind your smile. Your threat is far from empty

💥🪨 You pretty much figured your nails would probably look terrible with each of your vividly different boyfriends competing with each other. “What do you, dorks, even get for winning?” You muse leaning into Kiri’s broad ass shoulder

💥🪨 “The next date plans and solo cuddles with Teddy Bear for the rest of the night seems fair to me. Huh, Eijirou?” Baku looks up from his work with a self assured grin blowing one of your nails. Vermilion irises float from you to Kiri.

💥🪨 Knowing damn well niether of them could keep you their hands off you. “Deal.” Kiri nods without giving Baku the satisfaction of meeting his gaze.

💥🪨 “Oh and I get shitly painted nails.” You sigh rolling your eyes. You’d be lying if you didn’t find it kinda hawt when they got like this

💥🪨 “There.” Halfway through the 2nd episode Kiri says and finally caps his last polish. Blowing gently across the surface of your nails.

💥🪨 By this time Baku has placed your arm on his lower back and his head in your lap. A firm grip on your wrist so you couldn’t checkout his work until Kiri finished. Your fingers make light circles there despite being held hostage. “Bout time, slow poke.” Baku huffs releasing your arm as you brought both hands side by side.

💥🪨 They had somehow managed to pick colors that didn’t totally clash. Kiri’s hand were mix match rose gold and pink with the teeniest (not to mention even) little white hearts in the middle of each nail.

💥🪨 Baku’s hand was very simple and clean. Black French tips with one red to orange nail with a black X on top as an accent.

💥🪨 You weren’t expecting anything this good. You could barely speak. You hadn’t been this lost for words since they had asked you out. You sniffle a lil bit. Your eyes glass up a little too.

💥🪨 God your partners are so great sometimes. The fact that they genuinely gave a fuck still manages to catch you off guard at times. After so many terrible relationships, effort, in and of itself, is kinda baffling

💥🪨 “Damn Pebs, it’s not that bad if you squint.” Kiri laughs nervously squeezing your shoulders. “Woah there, Teddy Bear, I’ll get the remover.” Baku stands ruffling your curls before you grab his wrist stopping him in his tracks.

💥🪨 “Suki. Eiji. Don’t be mad but I can’t pick! You guys both did really good! Fuck! I couldn’t ask for better lovers. You assholes are so much better than I deserve!” You gush before hiding your face in your hands. A little ashamed you let your boyfriends doing something as simple as your nails make you emotional.

💥🪨 “But Baby you deserve the world.” Kirishima immediately scoops you into a bear hug as he stands spinning you with ease and peppering you in kisses. Kiri places you back down even more gently than picked you up

💥🪨 “Princess, you’re a bad bitch! Don’t you dare forget it!” The shorter ash blonde says unwaveringly lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. He softly bops your forehead before kissing it and both cheeks. He pulls you close right as he yanks you up to straddle his waist

💥🪨 “Eijirou, I think our Babygirl needs a reminder of who she is and who she’s with.” His already deep ruby eyes darken lustfully. With no hesitation Kiri is right behind you in seconds

💥🪨 “I know just thing to jog our Pebble’s memory, Katsuki.” He whispers licking the side of your neck just as moves to capture Katsuki’s lips with his own

💥🪨 “Promise?” You moan softly lacing fingers into Kiri’s loose kitchens and trailing a cool hand across Baku’s abdomen stopping only at his joggers waist band

💥🪨 With that the three head to the bed room for some much needed group physical therapy

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