#single dad bakugou

[siennasfantasies]

Mitsuki's heart shattered as she watched her son, Katsuki, slowly come to a painful realization. He was falling—and he was falling hard. The kind of fall that wasn't just physical, but a soul-deep, inevitable descent into love.

Katsuki Bakugou's heart ached for you in a way that felt almost cruel, like a wound that wouldn't heal. He’d loved you since he was five, though he hadn't even known it until he was thirteen. At night, he lay awake, the weight of his feelings a constant pressure on his chest, drowning in thoughts of you. His mind was consumed with you, a curse he couldn't shake.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

His mother’s voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. She stood in the doorway, her face soft but tinged with concern. The tenderness in her gaze made Katsuki’s chest tighten, the vulnerability of the moment unbearable.

"Mum, how did you—"

Katsuki stopped himself, suddenly overwhelmed. He dropped his gaze to the floor, feeling exposed, small, standing defenseless in his own room. His mother smiled, a quiet understanding in her eyes as she moved to sit beside him, patting the bed beside her.

"How did you know you loved Dad, Mum?"

Katsuki’s face flushed deep crimson, not from embarrassment, but from the slow, dawning awareness that struck him like a bolt of lightning. The words tasted like truth on his tongue, even if they terrified him.

"Love, huh?" Mitsuki’s smile softened, her eyes filled with a warmth that only a mother could give. "It’s a powerful word. A heavy one." She paused, her gaze never leaving his face. "I knew I loved your father when all I could think about was seeing him again, every single day. When I realized I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it."

Katsuki’s breath caught as he finally lifted his head, meeting his mother’s gaze. The look in his eyes—the way they mirrored the same raw, unguarded emotion Mitsuki had once felt—broke her heart.

Katsuki’s gaze flickered to the window, his mind replaying the image of you, your smiling face floating in his thoughts, unbidden and impossible to ignore.

"Thanks, Mum," he murmured, his voice thick with the weight of everything unsaid.

Mitsuki stood, her heart aching, but she said nothing. She walked over to the window, her hand brushing the edge of the sill as her eyes absently scanned the clock.

"Sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow."

Katsuki nodded, but the words felt distant, a fog surrounding him as he crawled beneath the covers. He faced the wall, but sleep would not come. His mind was alive with thoughts of you. Only you. Nothing else mattered.

As Mitsuki turned to leave, she paused at the door, her heart heavy. She whispered a silent prayer to herself, the words slipping out in a quiet rush.

"Lord, please look after my boy. Protect that girl... and whatever the future holds for them."

With a final, lingering glance at her son, Mitsuki closed the door softly behind her. As she walked back to her room, her thoughts turned to you—the girl who had so quietly and firmly wrapped herself around Katsuki’s heart. If he did choose to love you, at least she would know you’d keep him safe.

[elssero]

Going rabid may I pls humbly request either a one shot or a smau of single dad Bakugou and his kids babysitter pls I NEED sustenance 🙏🙏🙏

knee socks

b.katsuki

-in which he fights his feelings for is kids babysitter.

[blusool]

Could you do a long imagine about katsuki and the reader having like 5 kids but all boys. So the reader is already soon done with her current pregnancy and you write about the birth and sooo much fluff to soon see that it’s a girl and all of their sons meet her and katsuki becomes very protective over both his daughter and wife as well as the sons. 🤍

Brat

Katsuki couldn't help it. His hands flew to his pregnant wife's stomach, first thing after returning from work. Even with 5 of his little firecrackers attached to him eager to greet him after a long day with him, Katsuki needed his wife first to make up for all the extras he dealt with that day.

His head buried into her neck, his gloves tossed away on the coffee table which he rushed to get rid of with his teeth earlier when he walked through the door. He needs to breathe her in, the little kick against his hand letting him know his unborn brat missed him too.

Peeling himself off her with much reluctance, he sighs softly, lifting his youngest two boys, Haru and Hiro. The five-year-old twins immediately latch onto him like glue, while Katsuki ruffled his other three boys' heads. Ryu, Akio, and Kenji being old enough not to cling to him like the five-year-olds, yet excited enough to hear about his day's adventures.

"Ya' brats, missed your old man huh?"

Katsuki smirks. Despite the day's worth of exhaustion, seeping into his bones, he is just happy to be back with his family as he makes his way to the couch. Making sure his wife is taken care of, even with the two five-year-olds on his lap, Katsuki couldn't help but dote on his sweet little pregnant wife. He runs his hand on her back, rubbing her lower back gently, knowing it usually gives her trouble during her pregnancy.

"Did ya' miss me too, little mama?"

Katsuki rasps into her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Earning himself a shy giggle, and a shove to the chest, "fucking gorgeous" He thought.

The family sat around for a bit, catching up on their day. Ryu shares his day at middle school, Akio and Kenji proudly bragging about their primary school activities, and the twins rambling about their Lego towers. Katsuki loved every single one of their stories. Ryu, taking his mother's personality, was soft-spoken and kind in his speech at all times, while Akio was brash, loud, and rough around the edges, fighting things head first. Kenji was two years younger than Akio, but no less of a Bakugou. While the twins were a little bit of their parents, Katsuki's rough mannerisms and their mom's kindness.

While the family lounged over after dinner, the older boys played their games on the TV, while the twins lay on their mother's legs, rambling about something Katsuki wasn't quite focused on. What did have his attention was his wife's heavily pregnant baby bump, rubbing it gently while he had his cheek pressed to her shoulder.

He was however focused on the gentle movement he felt under his hand. He had yet to tell his wife this, but he wished so desperately for this brat to be a baby girl.

During the first couple of pregnancies, Katsuki had wished otherwise, the fear of having a baby already had him in a chokehold, and he didn't want the added pressure of having a baby girl. He always thought if it was a boy he wouldn't have much trouble bonding with them since he would be able to relate more to them. But now after having his five brats, his heart ached for a baby girl.

When the time finally came, Katsuki was more than well prepared for this rodeo. Being four times more experienced in this than any other dad, Katsuki prided himself on how much ease he was able to take control of the situation. Guiding the boys to the car, while he smoothly lifts her wife in his arms, a little pink tote bag hanging off his shoulder, the one they had meticulously packed together for the delivery.

The drive to the hospital should have been easy. And it was rather easy, given that he had his wife beside him in the passenger seat, her hand clutching his wrist of the hand he had placed on her thigh firmly. His little Bakugous were in the back, as calm as the kids could have been except for the worried questions from the twins who couldn't help but peek over at their mother, little worry lines on their foreheads. So although the drive was rather controlled, his finger dug slightly into his wife's thighs, his eyes fleeting occasionally at the pink tote bag on her lap. Just this one time he wants to pray. He really wanted a little baby girl.

The kids stood outside the delivery ward, with Mitsuki and Masaru. Little Hiro and Haru tucked into Katsuki's mother's chest, clutching her blouse while they waited to be reunited with their parents. Ryu stood by his grandfather, who rubbed Akio and Kenji's shoulders, a silent comfort for the protective boys who mimicked their dad's impassive frown, not giving away their concerns.

After what seemed like forever for the young kids waiting outside, the silence except for the light snores from the twins was filled with a loud wet cry. Mitsuki couldn't help her lips from curling upwards, as she turned to meet her husband's eyes who matched her expression with a wide grin on his own.

"It seems like your baby sibling is here, boys"

Masaru exclaimed, patting the boys' back in a good ole' jolly fashion.

Inside the room little did they know along with the latest addition to the family, crying, was Mitsuki and Masaru's son, shedding his own tears. That, of course, he wasn't gonna let anyone see, with his head buried into his wife's hair, the father of five boys, cried like it was his first baby. It wasn't, but it was his first baby girl, one that his heart craved so deeply. Another little life they had made together, another little lady he would cherish in his life.

Clutching his little wife, Katsuki cried silently, the sole clues of that being his wet tears dampening his wife's hair and the little shake of his massive shoulders.

"She's got you all soft already huh?"

His wife teased weakly, tilting her head to meet his lips for a kiss. Despite her words earning her a growl, Katsuki only pressed himself closer, seeking the comfort of her lips. His warm fingers gripped the back of her neck while he kissed her the way she deserved, for giving him another precious little bundle to love. Breaking the kiss only when the nurse brought his little brat, wrapped neatly in a pink swaddle, to him.

His heart soared through the sky as he took his little lady in his arms, cradling her to his chest. "Fuck- she felt smaller than any of his boys were when they were born''

Bringing over his little love to his wife, Katsuki couldn't help but soften just a tad bit more while handling his little girl. He could die for that tiny creature he only met a while ago.

The quiet moment between the couple didn't last long though. His five brash boys ran into the room as soon as the nurse allowed them, his parents waiting outside to give their son's family some time together.

Katsuki immediately straightened up however at the sight of his rough boys, holding his little baby even closer to himself than before.

"Oi brats! You'll scare your little sister"

He scolds his boys lightly, understanding their eagerness to meet the baby, holding out an arm pointing at the little sanitizer by the delivery room's door

"Clean up before ya get ya crusty little hands on chubs, okay?"

He smirks at the choir of groans from his boys who caved in at their dad's commands.

Once the boys were satisfactorily clean to Katsuki's standards, he sat down on a little stool by his wife's bed, holding his little brat, eye level to the rest of his boys to see.

"Meet your mommy's little leech, Sakura" He smirked proudly.

While Hiro and Haru awed awfully loud for their tiny bodies, Ryu glanced at his mom, watching her fond gaze set on Katsuki, her tired eyes sparkling with amusement. While Akio and Kenji argued over who gets to hold their baby sister first, Katsuki inserted himself in the little wrangle. Which obviously ended in no one winning and instead Katsuki had to watch his wife take away his little princess and hand her over to their oldest who proudly held her to his chest, the twins, poking and touching her with their overflowing curiosity.

Leaving Akio and Kenji to sulk for a bit, Katsuki turns over to his wife, scooting into the little space she had made for him beside her in the hospital bed. His big beefy arms wrapped around her, cupping her cheek, holding his little wife to his wife.

"You're a fucking goddess" He grumbles under his breath, rubbing her back.

"I guess that'll be our last little Bakugou for now huh?"

"Until you start craving for another little princess"

His wife chides back, a single pointed finger poking his pec, to which Katsuki only smirks, knowing it was more likely than he let on, especially when his boys fuss about his little girl the way they did. Only nuzzling his face in her neck, biting down on her sensitive skin.

"I'll need another baby girl if your brats keep hogging my chubs"

no cuz fr?!!! Katsuki once, he's seen his girl pregnant, it's just a downward spiral. He's never stopping. Just keep them babies coming 😭

Anyways! I have tons of fun writing this one, I hope you liked it! My asks are open for more requests.

Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

[blondieeu]

pyrimids. bakugou k.

imagine eventually convincing bakugou to start making those vlogs for your future kid when you find out youre pregnant.

at first he rolls his eyes at the shitty camera you bought from 5below on a gift card for christmas. acting like the camera was bothering him and you were annoying him at first.

"get that shit out of my face and go to sleep."

he ignores you when the two of you are cuddling and you pull out the camera to tell it goodnight, or you set the camera up to record you both getting ready in the morning and everytime he'd yell "turn that shit off I'm naked!!"

but the more he hears you talk to the camera saying things like; "hey! its mom again!" , "I cant wait to meet you!" he can't help but melt into the whole idea.

so eventually he's posing when the camera is pointed to him, not making stink faces when he sees it, he's kissing you when you pull him closer into the frame and even sometimes (rarely) taking the camera and talking to it himself.

"hey uh-kid. don't know what were gonna name you since your momma wanted to keep the gender a surprise, shes so corny. and you need to start kicking for me too because everytime I go to feel it you stop! little asshole."

i can imagine fasting forward on this, your daughter is 18 and on her way to collage when she finds these in the deepest darkest depths of the downstairs junk closet.

ad when she brings it up to the two of you bakugou is instantly in denial but you're willing to watch every single one with her and laugh at the memories.

watching them all in order and literally in every single one at some point in the video bakugou is yelling "turn that shit off!!!" or when your kid sees her dad back in 2006 shes oddly shocked.

"the 2000's were such a trip, I remember when your dad was training to be a hero, but he'd use a ton of hairspray and it ended up lighting his hair on fire one time."

"oh my god his hair was so spikey!!"

"turn that shit off!"

like this one? check out Hold On.

blondieeu xx

[angels-fantasy]

hi! i was wondering if you could do a bakugou x reader where the reader went to the states to visit family and as a surprise the reader came back on an earlier flight but something bad happened to the flight she was supposed to go on but thank god she wasn’t on it and bakugou thought the worst when she wasn’t responding to her texts but it turned out all okay in the end? sorry if that’s vague 😭😭

Flight Frights (Request)

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Details/Warnings: katsuki gets a little emotional in this one, slight talks of death but nothing crazy

Word Count: 1.7k

hello thank you for this request :)) it was enough for me to work with so dont worry! i hope you like it 🩷

"You sure you got everything?" Your boyfriend asked for the millionth time.

You rolled your eyes. "Yes, I have everything. You can even double check my bags!" You insisted.

He squinted and began looking through each of your bags silently. After a few minutes you looked at him smugly, "Are you going to tell me how perfect I am and that I didn't forget a single thing?"

Katsuki smirked, "Nah, I was gonna say you forgot your brain somewhere." He teased and gripped the top of your head lightly.

You smacked his hand away, "You're not funny, Katsuki." You laugh, despite your words.

"Yes I am and you know it."

The two of you continued to spend time together until it was time for you to go to the airport. You were visiting your parents in the states, so Katsuki was going to drive you to the airport and send you off.

When the time to go to the airport came, he drove you there and waited with you until you boarded the plane, which you felt bad about but appreciated a lot.

Some time later, a boarding announcement for your flight rang out loud through the speakers and you frowned at Katsuki.

"I'm gonna miss you." You said and hugged him tightly.

He hugged you back, "Yeah, I know."

"Stop it! Be serious."

He laughed and apologized, "I'll miss you too. Be safe on the plane and everywhere else, and don't talk to any fucking weirdos okay?"

You nodded and gave him a kiss, saying goodbye.

...

The time spent at your parents went well and you called and texted Katsuki as much as you could but it was hard, considering the time difference.

But like always, you managed to make it work.

As your trip neared it's end, your mother asked you if you were going to take the later flight like you planned.

"Jeez Mom. You trying to get rid of me already?" You teased her, making her pout at you.

"Oh stop it. You know that's not what I mean."

You smiled and said, "I know, it's just fun to mess with you," with a laugh, "but nah, I think I'm gonna take the earlier flight actually. I wanna surprise Katsuki, even if it's just a few hours earlier."

Your mom smiled at you, "That's sweet of you. I wish he could've come along with you..." She trailed off, making you a little jealous that your mom was wishing someone else came along too.

You crossed your arms, "Yeah well, he's busy with hero work, so he couldn't." You excused, "And besides, you should be glad it's just me! I missed you and Dad."

She smiled and patted your head. "Well of course I'm glad you're here! But I know you two must miss each other a lot. I know what it's like to be in love." She winked, and coincidentally your father walked in at the same time.

You both greeted him and continued talking about mundane things. You only had two days left with your parents, so you wanted to make them count more than the previous ones.

...

Fast forward to the day of your flight. Your parents took you to the earliest one at 5:00 am and said good bye to you, but not without some tears.

After sending you off with a lot of love, you were now on your way back home. You felt weird not texting your boyfriend about what you were doing, but you were still excited to surprise him. You wondered how he'd react.

You were a little nervous about how he'd react to you not answering his messages, since you wouldn't be able to text him regularly during the whole flight. Maybe he'd think you were sleeping in, since it was a likely scenario.

Ignoring your thoughts, you looked out the window at the raining sky and decided to fall asleep, hoping it would make the trip go by faster and thankfully it did.

...

Back in Japan 5 hours later

Katsuki had been on his phone mindlessly scrolling through his feed when suddenly a video caught his attention. It was a recent news post about a plane crash coming back to Japan from America.

"The flight had taken off at 10:00 am, and an hour into the flight the plane experienced a high amount of turbulence due to the unexpected weather conditions. Suddenly, the plane went crashing down-"

The news now had all of Katsuki's attention. He felt his heart racing in his chest and the world went silent, only the sound of his beating heart now filling his ears.

The plane that had crashed, was the flight you were on.

He felt as if time was slowing down as he watched the news. The news reporters had been describing just how bad the accident was, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

There was no way you were hurt or even dead, right? You had to come back home to him. He had so many plans for your future. There's no way he'd be able to live life knowing he'd never get to act on them.

He grabbed his phone and clicked on your contact to call you but it went straight to voicemail. It was just because you had it on airplane mode right? They always make people turn that shit on.

He called again and again until he thought he was going to go crazy at the sound of the automated system's voice. He threw his phone across the bedroom and rubbed his hands through his sweaty hair.

After taking a few deep breaths, he got up and walked over to where his phone was and picked it up. Turning it over, he sighed at the large crack on the screen.

"Fuck..." He mumbled. Whatever. His phone didn't matter right now. What mattered was you and your safety. That damn phone was replaceable, but you weren't.

He continued to use his phone to call your mom, who was confused at his phone call.

"Hello Katsuki!" Your mother said.

"Hey, um-" He cut himself off to hold back tears. Fuck did your parents even know about what happened? Your mom sounded so happy, he didn't want to ruin it.

"Katsuki?" Your mother asked in a worried tone, "You okay, dear?"

He nodded, even though she couldn't see him. He wiped his eyes, "I'm fine. I was just calling to ask about Y/n."

"Oh! She should be fine. We dropped her off at the airport a while ago, so she's on her way back to you."

Holy crap. Your mom didn't even know about what happened. He couldn't tell her, there was no way. All he could do was thank her and hang up before he began to cry.

"God dammit." He cried.

Katsuki had never felt so defeated and devastated before. He continued to sit on your shared bed, eventually laying down in it and crying out for you. He didn't know what condition you were in right now, but like he was trained to do, he assumed the worse.

...

Hours later, you were finally off that cramped plane and on your way home. You couldn't wait to see Katsuki and the look on his face when you surprised him.

As you were driven home in an Uber, you were on your phone when a news report popped up. Curious, you clicked on it and found out that it was about the flight you were supposed to be on.

You put a hand over your mouth and thanked every god there was that you ended up on a different plane.

You closed the news article and focused on something else to distract you until you got home.

When you finally did, you giddily ran up the steps to your home and opened the door as quietly as you could. It was pretty early in Japan, so maybe Katsuki was still asleep.

Pulling in your luggage behind you, you took your shoes off and scampered around the house to look for your boyfriend. The house was so quiet, which was strange since his presence was so loud.

Tip-toeing into your bedroom, you awed silently at the sight of him sleeping. You snapped a quick picture and walked over to him, sitting on the bed next to him.

You reached out and stroked the top of his head, lightly scratching his scalp to wake him up. You frowned a bit when you noticed how irritated his eyes seemed. Maybe spring was getting to him already.

"Katsuki, wake up." You whispered.

He grumbled a bit in his sleep, shifting around a bit before finally opening his eyes.

You smiled and held one of his hands in both of yours, "Surprise! I'm home early."

He looked at you with a sleep clouded gaze for a second, and then shot up in bed.

"You're okay?! Oh my fucking god." He said and wrapped his arms around you in a bone crushing hug.

You hugged him back, "Of course I'm okay! Why wouldn't I be?"

He rested his face in the crook of your neck and said, "I-I thought you were hurt. I saw the news about the flight and it crashed!"

You frowned and hugged him tighter, "Oh Katsuki... I'm so sorry I didn't tell you anything." You pulled away slightly and placed your hands on his face, "I wanted to surprise you, so I got on an earlier flight."

He sighed and leaned his forehead onto yours, "Thank fuck you did. I would've brought you back to life and killed you myself if you died." He said, making you laugh now that his personality seemed to be back.

"Now cuddle me." He demanded and wrestled you lightly to lay you down next to him.

You gasped at his words, "Did you just admit you want to cuddle me?" You asked.

"Of course I do, woman. I haven't seen your ass in weeks." He said and laid his head on your chest, wrapping an arm around your waist, lightly stroking the skin there.

You moved around, trying to get into a comfortable position which made Katsuki groan.

He pinched one of your thighs, making you yelp, "Stop squirming. We're going to bed now."

You smiled, "Sorry love," and messed with his hair. "Can I put on a movie Kats?"

"Mmm."

You took that as a yes.

As you watched the movie, you continued massaging Katsuki's scalp and playing with his hair which made him eventually fall asleep. You smiled down at him, happy that he was now at peace compared to earlier.

authors note

thank you for reading <3

btw for people who have sent a request, i'm working on it i promise! it's just happening a little slower since i'm sick lol

love ya 🩷

tags for bakugou fics: @doumadono @shonen-brainrot

[crybaby-bkg]

oh my god. pro hero Bakugou who was shortly dating someone and accidentally got them pregnant, but for some reason, after having the baby they leave. he’s fucking devastated—how is he supposed to continue his career now as a single dad? how can he care for baby? save the world and still have to stay up at 2am when they’re fussy bc he hasn’t held them all day?

his mother helps as much as she can, his father too. but they’re getting older and they shouldn’t have to raise another baby at their age.

in comes you, a stay-in nanny. he researches the fuck outta you, frowning at you all the while during your interview. it doesn’t scare you much tho, as he’s patting the tiny baby back with only two big fingers. he wants to see how you react to baby, your stance on teaching them, how you’ll aid them.

he internally caved immediately when the baby started crying and he couldn’t get them to quiet down, so you took them from him. hugged them so sweetly to your chest as you rocked them, spoke quietly to them, a calming aura surrounding you.

it helps that you’re pretty, when he hires you. but he knows he can’t be selfish—you’re here for the baby and the baby only. he has no other place in your life. (unless you want him to?)

[thebunnednun]

Run Away With Me

★Pairing:Aged up!Pro Hero!Boyfriend!Katsuki Bakugou x Pro Hero!Girlfriend!Reader

Synopsis: It's Valentines Day. You and Katsuki can't wait to get home.

Warning: MDNI!!! Extreme Flirting/Fluff, Wc: Short like his temper, No ageless blogs!

Based on my Bakugou x Sugar Baby fic. This is the first installment of a Valentines day series. Stay tuned.

Taglist from both of my master lists because I need to feed the cats: @elarakive, @thealtofvalleyxdoodles, @the-dumpster-fire-of-life, @raendarkfaerie, @bunny-b34r, @icey-wonders, @adherethecomingofage, @karaartioli-blog, @meoweoeoeosme, @faithisxreading, @faithisidking, @oh-kayyy-stan-bts, @shortie-chocolate, @rosaline756. @sweetlike-sugarplum. @aespie, @dancingqueen276, @erensbbg, @lillizxzz, @1chaerry,

@valscodblog, @willnetries

The soft glow of fairy lights cast a warm, rosy hue over your bedroom as Michelle leaned in, steadying your chin between her fingers. 

"Stay still," she murmured, expertly gliding the eyeliner along your lash line. 

You obeyed—barely. The body glitter dusted across your collarbones and arms caught the light as you shifted, and Michelle huffed a laugh.

"You’re so fidgety," she teased. 

You pout. "Are you sure this whole look isn’t too much? I feel like a teenager playing dress-up."

Michelle didn’t dignify that with an answer. Instead, she tapped your nose with her fluffy brush, making you squeak. "You look stunning. Katsuki’s gonna short-circuit."

Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you quickly turned your attention to the items scattered across your princess-style vanity. The iridescent hot pink heart-shaped bag sat next to your matching fiery nails, waiting to be slung over your shoulder. Your chunky baby pink wedge heels peeked out from under your black punk-rock lace dress. Everything was perfect. 

Too perfect.

As if sensing your nerves, Michelle leaned back on the stool, her orange bandeau dress hugging her curves effortlessly. Her red nails drummed against the vanity, and she smirked. "If anything goes sideways, call me. Daddy and I will come pick you up."

You groaned.

"Calling Kirishima that is still weird."

She only laughed, twisting one of her perfectly styled curls around her finger. "You and Katsuki will find your own thing. Give it time." You huffed, fingers playing with the hem of your black lace dress. 

"I just feel… I don’t know. Over the top? Like I’m playing dress-up or something." Michelle didn’t even pause.

"Over the top? Girl, please. You look fine as hell." She gestured towards the mirror, where your reflection stared back at you—soft yet bold, playful yet elegant. Contrasting with your usual workwear, making the whole ensemble feel different.

New.

Exciting.

Michelle, ever the fashion expert, admired her handiwork with a satisfied nod. Her own look was just as flawless— her glossy red nails catching the light as she adjusted one of her gold earrings. Her twist-out was perfection, not a single curl out of place. 

You were tempted to ask her to kiss your cheek, just to leave an imprint of her perfect lip combo for good luck, but you also knew how long it had taken her to get ready.

Instead, you sighed and wiggled your toes, feeling the slight pressure of the glittering heels you weren’t quite used to yet. "Are you sure this look is, like… in style? I feel like I time-traveled back to the 2000s." 

Michelle smirked, leaning forward to prop her elbows on her knees. "You kidding? The early y2k aesthetic is making a comeback. And besides, it’s your life. You get to wear whatever you want."

That made your stomach flip. A warmth spread through your chest, different from nerves, but just as intense. You sighed, leaning back against the vanity chair, eyes drifting to the small teddy bear on your bed. He mimics his dad with that orange and black outfit. Just like Katsuki. 

Your Katsuki. 

A tiny, stupidly fond smile tugged at your lips. 

"Wonder what they’re up to right now…"

—

The apartment smelled like expensive cologne, caramel, and a hint of coconut, thanks to the small arsenal of grooming products Kirishima had dragged into Katsuki’s bathroom. The overhead lights cast a sharp glow over the counter, illuminating the various bottles of cologne, hair gel, and skin-care products Kirishima had convinced Katsuki to try. (Which he reluctantly did, for you).

Kirishima, dressed in a sharp red and black tux that looked way too good for someone wearing Ninja Turtle socks, held up two cologne bottles. 

"Alright, bro, decision time. Smoky and rugged or clean and fresh?"

Katsuki, already on edge, exhaled sharply through his nose. His leg bounced as he adjusted the black waistcoat of his hot pink and black tux, the bow tie at his throat feeling like it was actively trying to strangle him. He still wasn’t used to wearing something this polished, this formal—but he wanted to look good for you.

"Just—fuckin’ pick one," he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Kirishima clicked his tongue. "You’re lucky I got taste." He grabbed the smoky cologne and gave Katsuki a solid three spritzes before he could protest.

"Oi—!" Katsuki hissed, glaring.

"Trust me," Kirishima grinned, unbothered. "Now, lips—coconut balm, here you go." He tossed it over, and Katsuki caught it with ease, though his scowl deepened.

As if things couldn’t get more overwhelming, the speakerphone buzzed with chaos.

"LISTEN TO ME, BRO!" Denki’s voice was the loudest, crackling through the device. 

"Confidence is key! You gotta hit her with the look."

Mina cackled. "Oh my God, do NOT listen to him! Katsuki, just tell her she’s beautiful. We all know you think so." "Yeah, dude, don’t overthink it," Sero chimed in, amused. "Just be yourself.” 

“Or a less feral version."

Katsuki’s jaw tensed. Easier said than done. His pulse pounded in his ears. He reluctantly unclenched his fists from his knees. This wasn’t some battlefield. It wasn’t even a stupid mission. It was just a fucking date. 

With you.

Fuck, his nerves felt louder than explosions.

Kirishima, noticing the tightness in his shoulders, finally stepped in. He placed a firm hand on Katsuki’s shoulder and squeezed. Katsuki looked up into unblinking garnet and sighed through his nose. 

"Dude. Breathe. You love her, right?"

Katsuki swallowed hard. Love. The word settled in his chest, heavy but honest. 

He nodded once.

"Then remember that. That’s all that matters. If things feel weird, if the place sucks, if the whole night goes sideways, just leave. Do something else. You two make your own fun, anyway." Katsuki let out a slow breath. Kirishima was right. This was for you. 

It wasn’t about perfect execution—it was about being together.

"Three things," Kirishima continued, grinning. "Be yourself. Compliment her. And communicate. Talk, dude. You’re only gonna get better at this if you open your mouth."

Katsuki rolled his eyes but let the advice sink in. Finally, he pushed himself to his feet. 

"Let’s go before I go into fuckin' cardiac arrest."

Kirishima whooped. "That’s the spirit!" He slung an arm around Katsuki’s shoulder as they grabbed the gifts—flowers, small personal surprises—before making their way out.

Upstairs, you were waiting.

—

A sharp knock echoed through the apartment.

Michelle, already smirking, turned her head dramatically toward the door. “Hmmm… wonder who that could be?”

You rolled your eyes, lips quirking up as you reached for your bag. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the dates we’ve been getting ready for the past hour?”

Before you could stand, Michelle grabbed your chin with one hand and, with a single practiced motion, swiped a generous coat of cherry gloss over your lips. The scent was sweet, rich, and just a little sticky.

“There. Perfection,” she declared before tugging you up to your feet. “Phone, purse?”

You patted your iridescent hot pink heart-shaped bag before nodding. “Check.”

Michelle, always prepared, already had her own red heart-shaped purse slung over her shoulder. She shot you a wink before making her way to the door. You heard the click of the lock, then—

“Hey, beautiful.”

Kirishima’s voice was warm, full of easy affection as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Michelle’s cheek. She hummed in approval, tilting her head up slightly like she was already expecting it.

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman tonight?” Michelle mused, looping an arm around his bicep as she gave him an exaggerated once-over. “Damn, Eiji, you clean up nice.”

Kirishima chuckled, standing a little straighter. “Had to match my date, obviously.”

You watched their interaction fondly before Kirishima finally turned his attention to you. His smile widened. “And wow, you—” He paused, eyes briefly scanning your outfit before he let out a brotherly smile. 

“You look amazing.”

Feeling playful, you gave him a small, teasing bow. “Why, thank you. You’re looking sharp yourself.”

Kirishima beamed—right before something hit him square in the arm.

“Ow—” He barely had time to react before a very familiar explosive presence stepped into the doorway behind him, scowling.

Katsuki’s hands were full—flowers, a neatly wrapped gift, and something tucked under his arm. He looked at you, then at the door, then back at you, blinking.

You gave him a small wave.

Katsuki blinked again.

Then, without a word, he tore his gaze away and scanned your apartment like it was foreign territory.

Your apartment was a cozy, eclectic mix of nostalgia, comfort, and personality—a space that felt undeniably yours. The living room was a reflection of that, bursting with the soft, warm hues of early 2000s aesthetics mixed with fan-sent decorations and personal touches that made the place feel lived-in.

The walls were painted in a soft, rosy blush, giving the room a dreamy warmth that always seemed to glow, even at night. Shelves lined the walls, filled with books, cute trinkets, and memorabilia—some from your past, some gifts from fans, and some just random knick-knacks Michelle had convinced you to buy during one of your many shopping sprees.

A large, fluffy pink area rug covered most of the floor, plush beneath your feet, a stark contrast to the sleek black coffee table in the center of the room. The table itself was decorated with small candles, a glass tray filled with assorted crystal charms, and a few scattered magazines—some featuring you in your rising pro-hero career, others filled with celebrity gossip and fashion trends.

Against one wall sat a sleek white entertainment center, housing a large flat-screen TV mounted above it. Below, there were neatly stacked DVDs (a mix of action flicks, romance movies, and animated classics), along with a pink Hello Kitty gaming console that Michelle had gotten you as a joke but that you actually adored. A tiny disco ball hung off the corner of the shelf, catching light from the floor lamp nearby, sending tiny glimmers across the room whenever you moved.

“Uh, you can put that down wherever,” you offered, suppressing a smile. “Thanks, by the way.”

His jaw shifted slightly, but he nodded, stepping inside as you moved to close the door behind him. The scent of his cologne—smoky, warm, and utterly him—lingered in the air as he passed you, and you swallowed, a tiny warmth curling in your stomach.

Meanwhile, Kirishima, still standing by Michelle, sighed dramatically.

“Can I come in, or do I have to stand in the hallway like a weirdo?”

Michelle turned, one perfectly arched brow raised. 

“I don’t know… you kinda give off door-to-door ax murderer vibes.” Kirishima immediately turned red. 

“Wha—what?! I’m literally in a tux!”

“If anything, that makes it worse,” Michelle mused, tapping a perfectly manicured finger to her chin. 

“Handsome stranger? Deranged killer? I could go either way.”

Kirishima groaned, running a hand down his face. “I swear, every time I visit, I leave more flustered than when I came.” Michelle patted his chest like she was proud. “Good. Keeps you on your toes.”

He exhales in defeat before letting her drag him into the kitchen for some water and to accept his ‘gram basket’—which you were sure was filled with an assortment of thoughtful snacks and homemade goodies.

That left you and Katsuki.

He was still standing there, hands now empty but stiff at his sides. His sharp red eyes flicked to yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

The weight of the evening settled between you.

Feeling just a little shy, you lifted a hand again in a smaller wave.

He still didn’t wave back—because he looked a little stuck. But he did take a breath, then finally walked over to the couch and sat down. You followed, smoothing out your dress before lowering yourself beside him.

The couch was the real star of the space—big, soft, and overstuffed, covered in a variety of throw blankets and decorative pillows in shades of pink, cream, and deep wine red. Some of the pillows had cute sayings embroidered on them, like "Princess Energy Only," while others had sequins that flipped to reveal different colors when you ran your hand over them. One of them, a gift from a fan, had your hero name ‘Tempest’ embroidered in swirling gold thread.

At the corner of the room sat a vintage-style record player, next to a small stack of vinyl records—some gifted, some collected from your own adventures in the city. A neon pink heart-shaped light was mounted above it, casting a soft, romantic glow over the area.

Near the entrance, a coat rack held a mix of jackets, scarves, and one of Michelle’s many oversized tote bags, always full of who-knew-what. A small glass table sat beside it, topped with a bowl filled with candy, spare keys, and an assortment of hair ties and lip glosses for quick grabs before heading out.

For a second, you both just sat there.

Nervous energy filled the air, but it wasn’t bad—just… heavy. Like there was too much to say and no idea where to start. You fiddled with the zipper of your purse. “You smell nice,” you murmured.

Katsuki, who had just leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, froze.

A beat passed.

Then—a very quiet, very flustered,

 “...Thanks.”

And just like that, the tension cracked, replaced with something softer.

Katsuki shifts beside you, adjusting his grip on the small but carefully wrapped box in his hands. His shoulders are stiff, and his red eyes flicker between you and the gift, like he's still debating if he should give it to you now or wait until later.

Then, in true Bakugou fashion, he just holds it toward you, clearing his throat.

“Here,” he grumbles. “It’s okay if you open it now or later.”

Your lips twitch into a knowing smile as you accept the package, feeling the weight of it in your hands. But before you can even start untying the delicate ribbon, he shifts again, like he’s got something else to say but doesn’t quite know how to get it out. He exhales sharply, running a tense hand through his styled hair, before finally blurting, 

“And… I’m sorry for bein’ so tight-lipped earlier.” His jaw clenches, and he looks to the side, not quite meeting your gaze. “I just… I really think you look beautiful, and I’m trying not to be some weirdo by starin’.”

For a moment, you just blink at him, caught off guard by the rare, unfiltered compliment. But then, your grin grows wider, and a small, amused laugh bubbles out of you.

“Katsuki,” you say, soft but teasing, “It’s okay. That’s literally the whole purpose of the outfit.” You gesture to yourself with a flourish, making the iridescent hot pink bag on your lap shimmer in the light.

“I mean, I didn’t think you were a hot pink tux kinda guy either, but here we are.”

That gets him to finally look at you again, his expression both flustered and annoyed as a faint pink dusts his cheeks.

“Tch—got a tip from Michelle,” he admits, adjusting his waistcoat like it’s suddenly suffocating him.

You nod, knowingly. “Ah, that makes sense.”

He huffs before finally straightening up, reaching to grab something else he had tucked under his arm—a bouquet wrapped in crisp, delicate paper. The scent of fresh roses and sweet pea blooms fills the space between you as he carefully hands it over.

“Here,” he says, quieter this time, eyes flicking between your expression and the flowers. 

“This one’s… for you.”

You take the bouquet carefully, fingers brushing over the soft petals, heart warming at the gesture. But before you can even say anything, he’s already reaching for another item—a second bouquet, wrapped in warm orange tones.

“And this one’s for Michelle,” he adds, nodding toward the kitchen.

You glance toward the doorway, where Michelle is still playfully toying with Kirishima, laughing about something that’s got him blushing down to his collar.

You can’t help but smile as you look back at him. “She’s gonna love it,” you say, tucking the bouquet against your chest before looking back at him. “And… thank you, Katsuki. Really.”

He just grunts, scratching the back of his neck, clearly still not used to receiving gratitude so directly from you. But there’s no mistaking the way his eyes soften slightly as he watches you admire the flowers he picked out just for you.

You’re still admiring the bouquet when Michelle reemerges from the kitchen, Kirishima trailing behind her, looking thoroughly flustered but grinning nonetheless.

“Ooh, flowers for me?” Michelle coos as you hand over the orange-toned bouquet. She gives Katsuki an approving nod. “Well, well, look at you, Mr. Romantic. You boys are starting strong tonight.”

Kirishima chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I told you Bakugou could be thoughtful when he tries.”

“Shut up,” Katsuki grumbles, crossing his arms but not actually denying it.

Michelle leans into her flowers, inhaling deeply before flashing Kirishima a playful smile. “Alright, Red, you get a pass—for now.” She shoots you a wink, making you snicker as she carefully sets her bouquet on the kitchen counter. As everyone starts gathering their things, you grab your heart-shaped bag and your phone, making sure everything is in place before turning to the group. 

“Alright, so, are we taking my car or—”

“Absolutely not.”

“Immediately no.”

“I’d rather die.”

Kirishima, Michelle, and Katsuki shut that down so fast it’s almost comedic. Michelle holds up a hand like she’s cutting off an intrusive thought.

“I’m not even entertaining that as a real suggestion.”

Kirishima lets out a lighthearted laugh, shaking his head. “I think your car deserves a night of rest. You know, for all the hard work it’s been put through.”

“Yeah,” Katsuki deadpans, grabbing his keys from his pocket.

“Permanently.”

You gasp dramatically, clutching your chest. “Excuse me? The disrespect for my precious lemon!”

Your beloved, beat-up, barely-roadworthy 2001 Saturn has been through hell and back—scraped up, spray-painted in places, sporting a horrendous DIY tint job that looks more like someone just slapped black plastic wrap on the windows. It rattles when it starts, wheezes like a geriatric smoker in the winter, and has exactly one functioning window. But damn it, it’s yours, and you’ve refused every single one of Katsuki’s (very generous) offers to replace it.

“That thing ain’t a lemon—it’s a damn biohazard,” Katsuki grumbles as he grabs his jacket. “You’re lucky it hasn’t exploded yet.”

Michelle snorts, shaking her head. “Girl, I love you, but I’m not risking my life in that thing tonight. My heels are too cute to die in a tragic automobile accident.”

You roll your eyes. “You guys are just haters.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep tellin’ yourself that,” Katsuki mutters before nodding toward the door. “Let’s go.”

Downstairs, his very not-biohazardous orange Ferrari is waiting in its designated parking space, sleek and polished under the garage’s dim lighting. A few spots over, Kirishima’s new red Mustang sits with a shine so pristine you’re sure he’s been babying it. After all, the only reason he even got the car was because Michelle made it very clear she wasn’t hopping on the back of his motorcycle in this dress.

You glance between the two luxury vehicles and huff. 

“You guys are soooo boring with your functional, ‘safe’, and expensive cars.”

“Yeah, ‘cause we don’t wanna die,” Katsuki says, tossing his keys in his hand. “Now get in.”

With a dramatic sigh, you slide into the passenger seat of his Ferrari, Michelle and Kirishima heading for the Mustang. The second your seatbelt clicks into place, Katsuki turns to you, expression softening just a little.

“…You ready for this?”

You glance over at him, at the way his grip tightens on the steering wheel like he’s trying to shake off nerves of his own. A small smile tugs at your lips as you nod.

“With you? Always.”

The moment you arrive at the restaurant, you're hit with the flashing strobe of camera lights and the chaotic blur of the city nightlife. The valet barely has time to open the car door before people start calling Katsuki’s name—photographers, fans, and even a few reporters eager to get a shot of Dynamight on his high-profile Valentine’s date.

“Damn it,” Katsuki mutters under his breath, jaw clenching as he instinctively shields you with his body. His hand hovers near your lower back, firm but hesitant, like he wants to pull you in closer but doesn’t want to overstep.

You can already hear the murmurs and gasps.

“Is that Tempest?” “They look good together.” “She’s been making headlines lately—did you see her last rescue?” “I thought she’d be dating someone quieter…” “They’re so different. I wonder how that works?”

Your fingers twitch against the strap of your bag, shoulders tensing as a flash goes off right in your face. ‘Okay, wow. That’s bright.’ You blink rapidly, trying to shake off the afterimage burned into your vision.

Kirishima and Michelle pull up behind you in the Mustang, and within seconds, Michelle is at your side, looping her arm through yours as if she can sense your rising discomfort. “Ignore ‘em, babe,” she murmurs, voice dripping with practiced ease. “They’re just mad they ain’t you.”

You huff out a quiet laugh, but it doesn’t quite settle the unease twisting in your stomach.

Katsuki, on the other hand, looks pissed. His brows are furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he glares at the paparazzi like they personally offended him. You reach for his hand, giving his fingers a gentle squeeze. He glances down, expression softening just a fraction before he squeezes back.

“We’re already here,” you whisper. “Might as well enjoy it, right?”

He exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders. “Tch. Yeah.”

Together, the four of you push past the flashing lights and noise, stepping into the grand entrance of the restaurant.

Inside, the atmosphere is nothing short of luxurious. The air is thick with the aroma of rich spices and sizzling gourmet dishes. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the dimly lit space, illuminating pristine white tablecloths, towering floral arrangements, and sleek leather chairs. Celebrities, politicians, and high-profile heroes are scattered throughout, dressed in designer ensembles, murmuring over glasses of expensive wine.

A hostess, dressed in a polished black ensemble, greets you with a dazzling smile. “Welcome to Lumière. Right this way.”

As you follow her through the restaurant, you can feel the eyes on you. Some subtle, others not so much. You and Katsuki aren’t exactly low-profile at this point—especially not together. You hear the hush of whispered gossip, the occasional glance thrown your way, and the distinct click of cameras from people who definitely aren’t just taking pictures of their food.

Katsuki’s grip on your hand tightens.

You glance at him and grimace. “You’re squeezing the life outta my fingers.”

“Shit. Sorry,” he mutters, loosening his hold.

You shake your head. “It’s fine.”

The four of you are led to an elegant booth tucked near the large glass windows overlooking the city. The nighttime skyline glows with neon lights and passing car beams, a stark contrast to the quiet, intimate space inside. You slide into the seat next to Katsuki, smoothing down your dress as a waiter approaches.

“Good evening,” he greets, setting down the menus. “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Michelle orders a cocktail, Kirishima gets a whiskey on the rocks, and you request a sparkling juice, feeling like you might need something refreshing to handle the stares still lingering in your direction. Katsuki just grunts, “Same as hers,” jerking his chin toward you.

The waiter nods before slipping away, leaving you and Katsuki to glance at each other, both of you sitting stiff as boards. Michelle and Kirishima seem perfectly at ease, chatting away like they don’t even notice the atmosphere. But you and Katsuki? You can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on you.

You clear your throat, trying to shake the nerves. “So… you look really nice.”

Katsuki tugs at his bowtie like it’s strangling him. “You too.”

A pause.

You glance at him. He glances at you. Then you both look away, awkward as hell.

Kirishima snickers. “Man, you two are so new at this.” Michelle sips her drink, nodding in agreement. 

“Painfully so.”

You groan, dropping your face into your hands. “Don’t remind me.” Katsuki scowls at his menu. 

“Shut the hell up.”

You peek at him from between your fingers and snicker. “What? You can take down villains like it’s nothing, but a date makes you break out in hives?” He clicks his tongue, gripping the menu a little too tight. “Ain’t my fault there’s a damn spotlight on us right now.”

And yeah, you do get it. The pressure, the stares, the constant expectation to perform. It’s exhausting.

The weight of every pair of eyes in the restaurant presses down on you like a thick, suffocating fog. Whispers swirl around the room, slipping through the air like tendrils of smoke, curling around you and Katsuki in an unshakable haze.

You can hear them—people murmuring about your outfits, about your relationship, about whether or not you fit together. As if they fucking know what the two of you have been through together.

Cameras from discreetly lifted phones flash in your direction, capturing stolen moments of your date like you’re some kind of exhibit.

Your stomach twists. ‘We’ll be on the internet tomorrow.’ There’s no avoiding it. Headline after headline dissecting your body language, your facial expressions, the way Katsuki’s knee bounces under the table like he’s trying to shake off the nerves crawling under his skin.

You glance at him. He looks miserable.

Katsuki’s shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched so tight you think he might crack a tooth. His fingers twitch against his menu, gripping it like a lifeline. He’s trying so hard to keep his cool, to ignore the way people are practically gawking, waiting for him to snap or make a scene. You know he wants to drag you out of here, shield you from all the eyes dissecting your every move.

But he’s staying.

For you.

In Katsuki’s head, he’s telling himself to just grit and bear it. To be strong for you. He doesn’t want to ruin this—your first Valentine’s Day together. He wants to be the kind of boyfriend who can take you to fancy places, treat you to a night you’ll remember forever. He wants to try because he knows you deserve effort, deserve to be taken out, deserve to feel special.

But the people are unbearable.

And he can see it in your face—the way you’re trying to fake ease, the way your fingers tighten around your bag strap, the way you keep shifting in your seat like you just want to disappear.

His chest tightens. ‘This isn’t fun for either of us.’

But it doesn’t have to be this way. 

You sit up, leaning closer to whisper, “You wanna get outta here?”

Katsuki blinks, turning to you fully. 

“…What?”

You tilt your head toward the exit. 

“I mean, I know we’re supposed to be ‘classy’ and all, but this isn’t really us, is it?”

His eyes flicker between your face and the crowded restaurant. His fingers drum against the table before he finally exhales, nodding.

“Yeah. Let’s bounce.”

Without another word, you both stand up, drawing confused looks from the other two.

“Where are you guys—”

“We’re leaving,” Katsuki cuts in, already pulling out his wallet to toss more than enough cash on the table.

Michelle raises a brow but smirks. “About time.” Kirishima just laughs. “Enjoy your date, lovebirds.”

The moment Katsuki grabs your hand, the two of you don’t even hesitate. You’re up from your seats, fingers locked together, hearts pounding as you wordlessly decide—we’re out of here.

Kirshima’s laugh booms across the restaurant as he throws his fist in the air. “Yeah! That’s my boy!”

Michelle smirks over the rim of her glass, raising it in a toast to your escape. “Bout damn time,” she mutters before taking a sip, entirely unsurprised.

The cameras go off like fireworks, a rapid flicker of flashes as you and Katsuki make your break for it.

He doesn’t bother to hide his irritation, lifting his right hand to flip the paparazzi the middle finger. You just grin, holding up a peace sign as if this is some casual night out instead of a full-blown getaway.

Laughter bubbles up in your chest as you both burst through the doors, stepping into the crisp night air with wild grins. Your heels click against the pavement as you sprint beside him, hand in hand, breathless and exhilarated.

But together. 

Katsuki's orange Ferrari is somewhere in the valet lot, but neither of you care. You just run—away from the stares, the pressure, the expectation—until all that’s left is the sound of your laughter and the way your fingers fit so perfectly together.

Katsuki squeezes your hand. “So… where to?”

You grin. “The park.”

Katsuki’s car beeps from across the valet lot as he smashes the panic button, the lights flashing like a beacon in the night. You both spot it at the same time, making a beeline for the sleek, orange machine.

“You’re just lucky I snatched the keys back,” he grumbles, smirking as you shove his arm in response. Before you can reach for the door handle, he’s already there, pulling you back with a firm grip on your waist. 

“Oi. Lemme do it.”

You roll your eyes but let him open the door, a teasing smile playing on your lips as he steps aside dramatically to let you in. You slip into the seat, tossing your purse and phone into the back, watching as he rounds the front and slides into the driver’s seat with effortless ease.

The second the doors shut, the engine roars to life, and before you know it, Katsuki is tearing down the highway at a cool 73, the city lights blurring past. The roads are surprisingly empty, giving you both the perfect excuse to crank up the radio and belt out whatever song is playing, off-key and full volume, laughing between the lyrics.

It’s easy. It’s fun. 

It’s you two.

As the car weaves through the city center, he spots the park up ahead and, in true Katsuki fashion, completely disregards proper parking. He pulls right up to the entrance, puts the car in park, and before he can even kill the engine, you’re already unbuckling and throwing the door open.

You leap out, your heels clicking against the pavement before they sink slightly into the soft grass. With a wild grin, you take off into the open space, arms spread wide as you spin beneath the night sky. The crisp air fills your lungs, the distant city hum fading into the background.

Then you spot it—the unmistakable flash of spiky blond and hot pink barreling toward you.

With a shriek, you turn on your heel and run.

Your laughter rings through the park as you bolt toward the swings, the cool night air rushing past you. Katsuki is right behind you, his footsteps heavy against the grass, closing the distance faster than you’d like.

"You think you can outrun me?!" he taunts, his voice sharp with amusement.

You glance back over your shoulder, only to see him smirking—eyes locked onto you like a predator honing in on his prey. "I know I can!" you shoot back, breathless but grinning as you push your legs harder.

"Yeah?" Katsuki huffs, barely winded. "That why I'm about to catch your ass?"

You yelp, dodging left just as he reaches for you, barely slipping out of his grasp. "Cheater!" you cry, laughing as you pick up speed.

"Cheater? I'm just faster!"

The swings come into view, and with one final burst of energy, you throw yourself forward, landing in one of the seats with a triumphant squeal. You grip the chains, panting, a wild grin plastered on your face. 

"Safe!"

Katsuki slows to a stop right in front of you, planting his hands on his hips as he glares down at you, feigning offense. "Safe?" he scoffs. "What, this a game of tag now?"

You nod, grinning as you pump your legs slightly, making the swing rock. "And guess what? You lost."

His eyes narrow, and before you can react, he grabs the chains of your swing, stilling you completely. 

"Lost?" he repeats, voice low, teasing. "I let you win."

You snort. "Oh, surrre. And I’m the number one hero."

Katsuki leans in, close enough that you can see the mischief dancing in his crimson eyes. "Yeah, well," he mutters,

"You are my number one."

Your breath catches, your fingers tightening around the chains as heat blooms across your face. You look away, biting your lip.

"That was corny as hell."

He clicks his tongue. "Whatever." But you can see the smirk tugging at his lips as he lets go of the swing and takes the seat next to you.

For a moment, you both just sit there, the world fading away, the city lights twinkling in the distance. Then, you glance at him and murmur,

"I like this way more than the restaurant."

Katsuki exhales, his fingers flexing against the swing’s chains. 

"Same."

Katsuki exhales, tilting his head back slightly as he swings, boots barely skimming the ground. You watch him for a moment, the way the park lights cast a golden hue over his skin, the sharp angles of his face softening in the cool night air. Then, without a word, he shifts forward on the swing and angles his head toward you. 

"Hey," he mutters, voice quieter now. "Look."

You blink, sitting up straighter as he drops his chin and rakes a hand through his hair, pushing the blond strands back to reveal the freshly shaved undercut. Your breath hitches as you take in the sight of your name, sharp and precise, carved into his blonde like it was always meant to be there.

Your heart stutters.

"No way."

He doesn’t say anything, just keeps his head lowered, waiting for your reaction like he’s bracing for impact. But all you do is lift a hand, fingertips ghosting over the etched letters. He shudders under your touch, and you grin, trailing your nails lightly over the buzzed hair, tracing each letter with reverence.

"You did this today?" you murmur, voice softer now.

He huffs.

"Yeah."

Your fingers linger a little longer before you shift closer, pressing your forehead against his. He exhales through his nose, shoulders visibly relaxing as your warmth sinks into him. His hands come up, gripping the chains of his swing tightly like he needs to ground himself.

"So," you whisper, the words brushing against his lips, "Should I do the same?"

Katsuki pulls back slightly, eyes flicking up to yours. "Tch. It’s your hair," he grumbles, "But I’d rather get you more of my merch than go cutting anythin' into it." You huff, lips twisting in playful disappointment. 

"Lame answer, Suki."

His lips twitch, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he tilts his head back again, eyes drifting up to the sky. You follow his gaze, watching the stars twinkle in the vast stretch of darkness. For a moment, neither of you speak. The world is quiet except for the distant hum of the city, the soft creak of the swings, and the steady rhythm of your breathing.

Then, Katsuki shifts slightly, just enough that his pinky brushes against yours where your hands rest on the swing’s chain. It’s small, barely there, but it sends a warmth through your chest that rivals the stars above.

“Damn it, I am a grown woman!” you shout, frustration and flustered warmth bubbling over as you grab his pinky with your whole hand, locking him in your grip.

Katsuki barks out a laugh, the sound breaking through the quiet night, raw and unfiltered. His shoulders shake, eyes crinkling at the corners as he throws his head back in full-bodied amusement. You swear you can feel the vibration of his laughter in your chest.

Still grinning, he exhales through his nose and flexes his fingers in your grasp. 

“Hey… can I just—” He hesitates for a beat, then his voice drops, almost sheepish. 

“Lemme just hold your hand, yeah?”

You huff like it’s a grand request but nod anyway.

“You better keep holding it, even when you get sweaty.”

Katsuki snorts before swiftly wiping his palm against his pant leg.

“As you wish, princess” he grumbles, but then he’s threading his fingers through yours properly, interlocking them like it’s second nature. Like it’s always been meant to be this way.

And God, it feels good.

Feels right.

Like warmth spreading from your fingertips to the deepest parts of your chest. Like everything in the world finally clicked into place with one simple touch.

The two of you just sit there, breathing, hands locked together, letting the moment settle between you like a whispered secret. Then, slowly, inevitably, you both look at each other at the same time.

Your stomach plummets.

Your heart does the Cha Cha Slide—full-on electric slide to the left, right, crisscross, and a double-time stomp straight into a mess of feelings you don’t know how to handle.

Katsuki isn’t faring any better. His ears are blood red, the heat creeping down his neck. His grip on your hand tightens minutely, like he’s afraid to let go. Those old war wounds on his heart aren’t doing any better either but what's a little tachycardia in the name of true love?

His hand is so warm and so clammy, but neither of you move to separate.

You just stare at each other, wide-eyed and breathless, and hold on tighter.

Refusing to let go.

You squeeze his hand lightly, your thumb brushing over the rough callouses on his palm before you murmur, "Y'know… you really do pull off pink pretty damn well."

Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes, but you catch the way the corner of his lips twitch upward. "Thanks." He shifts on the swing, still holding your hand, eyes flicking between your face and the Ferris wheel in the distance. 

"You—uh…" He clears his throat, voice dipping a little lower. "Your dress. I like it. The… vampire thing you got goin’ on."

You snicker, leaning into him with a playful nudge. "’S Gothic’’ or whatever the lady at the store said.”

Katsuki tilts his head, considering for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. That."

Conversation lulls into something easy and quiet, your fingers still laced together, swinging slightly with the motion of your legs. The park is mostly empty, save for the occasional couple strolling down the pathway, wrapped up in their own little world. Above you, the sky is vast and open, the moon hanging heavy among the twinkling stars, bathing everything in soft silver light.

Your hands start to swing back and forth naturally, a gentle rhythm forming between you, and you grin. "Wanna play 21 questions?"

Katsuki snorts. "Dumbass, you already started. That’s question one."

You gasp, playfully scandalized. "That does not count!"

"It absolutely counts."

You shoot him a look before humming in thought. "Fine. What’s your favorite parent memory?"

His thumb absentmindedly rubs against your knuckle as he thinks, his brows furrowing just slightly. 

"Probably when I figured out my quirk for the first time. I nearly blew up the damn house. Scared the shit outta my mom." He smirks at the memory, and you laugh, already picturing it. "What ‘bout you?"

"Hmmm…" You swing your legs, leaning back slightly. "Probably when I got my first set of heels. My mom said they were too grown-up, but my dad let me have them anyway. I felt like a princess."

Katsuki hums, eyes flickering down to your baby pink wedge heels. "Guess it stuck, huh?"

You stick your tongue out at him. "Damn right it did."

And just like that, the game continues—questions and laughter traded back and forth, the rest of the world fading into the background. You ask him about his dream vacation (somewhere warm, quiet, and not filled with annoying extras), he asks you about your first celebrity crush (which you refuse to answer, claiming it’s classified information), and somewhere in between, the swings slow to a stop, and you’re both looking at each other with that soft, knowing kind of gaze that only soulmates share.

Then, like an unspoken challenge, you shoot up from your seat and dart toward the jungle gym. 

"Bet I can get to the top before you!"

"Like hell you can!"

And suddenly, you’re running.

Through the cool night air, across the damp grass, your heels clicking against the ground as you sprint toward the monkey bars. Katsuki is right behind you, his laughter loud and unrestrained as he chases you like a predator hunting its prey. You dodge left, then right, before shrieking as his hands nearly snatch your waist.

"Too slow, old man!"

"What’d you just call me, you little shit—?!"

Before you know it, you’re both climbing the jungle gym, ducking behind slides, swinging off bars, and giggling like a couple of kids with no worries in the world. Katsuki nearly slips on the bridge, cursing up a storm as you cheer for his failure, only to yelp when he vaults over the rail and corners you at the top of the slide.

"Nowhere left to run, pretty girl."

"Who said I was running?"

Then you shove him down the slide.

Katsuki lets out a startled yell before tumbling down, hitting the ground with a thud. He stares up at the sky, blinking, as you double over laughing at the top of the playground.

"You’re dead," he growls, jumping to his feet, and you screech before flying down the slide after him, sprinting across the park once again.

But before he can grab you, the flash of red and blue lights catches your attention.

Both of you freeze.

A local police officer sits in his patrol car near the entrance of the park, flashing his headlights twice. It’s not an official warning, just a subtle little, “Alright, kids, time to wrap it up.”

You and Katsuki exchange a look before, in perfect sync, you bolt.

"Go, go, go—!"

He snatches your hand, leading you toward the Ferrari parked haphazardly on the curb. The second you’re both inside, he’s peeling out of the park, leaving nothing behind but tire marks and the sound of your shared laughter echoing through the empty streets.

"We are so getting arrested one day," you giggle, breathless, as you lean your head against the seat. Katsuki smirks, reaching over to squeeze your knee. "Not if they can’t catch us."

The city lights blur past as he drives, heading toward the only place that matters—home.

By the time you step into your apartment, you’re still catching your breath from laughing so hard. Your cheeks are warm, your hands are sore from gripping Katsuki’s the entire ride home, and your heart is still doing little somersaults in your chest.

Katsuki lingers by the door as you lock it behind him, his hands shoved into his pockets, shoulders still a little tense from the adrenaline of the night.

But then he looks at you—really looks at you, bathed in the golden glow of your living room lamp, your makeup slightly smudged from the wind, your dress shifting with your movements—and something in him eases.

His fingers brush against yours, grounding himself in the warmth of your skin. "Can I see your room?"

You raise a brow at the sudden request, amused. "Why?"

His eyes flicker to the hallway, then back to you. "‘Cause last time, I had to watch you through glass."

Your breath catches slightly, remembering that first night—the strip club, the hazy neon lights, the way his eyes never left you through the frosted glass as you danced, how you both connected before even realizing it. You nod, grabbing his wrist, and lead him down the hall.

Your bedroom is exactly as he imagined—soft, warm, you. The princess-style furniture, the early 2000s knickknacks, the plush bed with pink sheets, the iridescent heart-shaped bag gets tossed on the vanity. But what catches his attention is the changing divider standing in the corner, the same way it did that first night he came across your stream.

He steps forward, eyes tracing the delicate panels, and lifts a hand.

With the tip of his finger, he starts to trace a heart onto the surface—slow, deliberate.

Just like you did that night, pressed against the frosted glass of the club, your eyes meeting his through the hazy barrier.

But before he can finish, you reach forward and pull it away.

Katsuki barely has time to react before you step into his space, pressing your smaller hand against his. Your palm is warm, soft, slotting perfectly against his rougher one.

Then, without hesitation, you wrap your arms around his middle and hug him tight.

"This is what you wanted," you whisper against his chest.

Katsuki exhales, something inside him unraveling as he wraps his arms around you, pressing his chin to the top of your head.

"Yeah," he murmurs, holding you closer. "It is."

A song plays from your phone’s speaker, soft and familiar.

Loyalty.

The same song from that first night. The one that bound you together before either of you even realized what was happening. But this time, you’re not the one moving. Katsuki stands at the foot of your bed, rolling his shoulders, cracking his knuckles.

"Alright, princess. You had your turn. Now it’s mine."

Your brows lift. "You’re gonna dance for me?"

He clicks his tongue. "Fuck yeah I am."

You bite back a grin, settling onto your bed, crossing your legs as he steps forward.

The beat kicks in, and Katsuki starts to move.

It’s not perfect—his footwork is a little too heavy, his rhythm a little rough—but he’s feeling it. His hands glide over his waistcoat, his fingers curling into the lapels before sliding down his chest. He moves slow, deliberate, almost cocky, keeping his smoldering gaze locked onto yours.

Your breath stutters.

He steps closer, body rolling just enough to make your face burn, tilting his head like he owns the moment.

And he does.

Because this time, there’s no glass between you. No stage, no stares—just him, dancing for you, showing you what you’ve always made him feel. When the song ends, he stops right in front of you, breath steady, smirking.

"Tch. Bet you weren’t expecting that."

You blink, lips parted, before laughing. "I literally have no words right now."

Katsuki chuckles, reaching for your hand, pulling you up just enough for him to plop onto your bed, dragging you down with him.

And just like that, the teasing melts into something softer.

You curl into him, your head tucked beneath his chin, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. He strokes a hand over your back, savoring the warmth of your body against his.

The TV flickers in the dimly lit room, playing some cheesy romance movie you both aren’t paying attention to. Instead, you talk—about everything, about nothing.

Until he shifts slightly, clearing his throat.

"When we get married would you get matching piercings with me?"

You blink, peeking up at him.

"Matching piercings?"

"Yeah. And a tattoo." He brushes his thumb against your wrist. "Ring finger and behind the ear. Thought about it a lot. Think your name’d look real pretty on me."

Your heart skips. "Oh?"

He grunts. "Been drawing some designs up. Just for us."

You grin.

"Like what?"

Without hesitation, he reaches for the drawing pad he left by your bed, flipping through pages before stopping and tilting it toward you.

A zentangle. Intricate, swirling patterns weaving together seamlessly, and at the very end of the design—a heart.

Just like the one you had once traced on glass.

Something swells in your chest, something too big to name, too warm to hold back. You cup his cheek, tracing your thumb over his skin, before whispering, "It’s perfect."

Katsuki exhales, pressing his forehead against yours.

Because that’s just what you are.

Katsuki inhales deeply, his forehead still pressed to yours, the warmth of his skin seeping into you, grounding you. His hand finds your waist, his thumb brushing circles against the fabric of your dress, his breath fanning against your lips—close but not quite touching.

The weight of the night settles in. The laughter, the rush of running hand-in-hand, the feeling of being completely seen—no cameras, no expectations, just you and him.

"Y’know," he murmurs, voice low, steady,

"I loved you before I even knew you."

Your breath catches.

Katsuki pulls back just enough to look at you, his crimson eyes holding something fierce, something unwavering. "Back then,didn’t even know your name yet, but—fuck." He shakes his head, a small, breathless laugh slipping out. "You had me, princess. You had me from the start."

Your fingers trail up the nape of his neck, brushing the freshly etched letters of your name in his undercut. Your heart is pounding—so loud, you swear he can hear it—but you don’t care.

"Me too," you whisper.

"I loved you before I even knew you."

His lips part, like he wasn’t expecting you to say it back, like the confirmation of something he already knew still knocks the breath out of him.

Then, with no hesitation, he kisses you.

It’s slow—gentle—like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips, the way you sigh softly against him, the way your fingers fist into his skin like you never want to let go. Katsuki’s senses are flooded immediately with the scent of you and he’s basically drunk off that one kiss from you. 

Who could blame him though? 

You don’t.

When you finally part, your noses still brush, your breaths mingling.

"Gimme your hand," he mutters.

You do, and he turns it over, pressing his lips to the center of your palm before lacing his fingers with yours, holding on tight. He then places them right over his heavy beating heart that you love so much. 

"Keep holding me," you whisper.

He grins, wiping his free hand against his pant leg before squeezing yours.

"Forever."

The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, as you both sink into each other—wrapped up in warmth, in laughter, in the feeling of something solid, something certain.

Because this—this—is all you’ll ever need.

Loyalty

I DON'T OWN THE IMAGES!!!!

For Valentines day, I hosted a poll about the fic's I have cooking in the oven from my mha 'Fuck it, I got you,' series and this was the first winner. As promised, some info about the relationship between you and Kats.

Main fic in question: Loyalty. This story is about how you get broken up with by your asshole hero ex and accidentally meet Katsuki while working as a stripper. Hijinks ensue, (Like the ex tryin to kill you) and honestly, it's a good read (biased I know) and still ongoing. I like to imagine that this fic takes place afterwards.

The best way I could describe the relationship is that it's like you both met your soulmate and are now trying to figure out what to do because you're both shy people, but you do really like each other and would do anything for the other/feel so safe and complete.

Michelle is our best friend in the whole wide world and roommate. She's going to appear in the other AU's and is based on 3 of the closest women in the world to me. Everyone needs a Michelle. Our Lemon car is inspired by a comedy show and my own car. There is a running gag that Kats gets heart pain from loving you but it's a good thing. You and Kat have picked up each others speaking patterns without noticing.

The heart on the glass comes from this chapter.

I honestly feel like I could've done better on this fic but I think that's the nit-picky author part of my brain.

My master list is a work in progress but there's plenty more fic's and other characters if you request them. Ao3 is sexy too. (Full story can be found there and I will be updating soon.)

You can also tip me a coffee if you want.

Remember: Comments and likes, they really help. Don't be afraid to leave me a sexy little reblog too.

Stay tuned for the rest!! If you wanna be tagged, lemme know.

I promise I bite~

See you soon my loves!! <33

-Angie (✿^‿^)

I do not own My Hero Academia or its characters. However, the original plot, storylines, and any original characters in this work are my own creation. Please do not copy, repost, or claim my work as your own. Respect the effort and creativity that went into this story—thank you!

[fujoshirat]

1A Big Three as Hallmark Christmas Movies! ⊹ ࣪ ˖͙͘͡★ Warning: Infinite cringe (movies that your mom will definitely probably want to watch) A/N: thought of this this morning and had to write it down before I forgot it (I miss Christmas :()

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🎄Zuzu (Izuku Midoriya) – “Home for the Holidays” You swore you’d never come back to this tiny town, but here you are—back for Christmas, only to find that your childhood best friend, Izuku Midoriya, is now… ridiculously attractive? And somehow, your nosy family and meddling townsfolk are determined to push you two together. But wait—what’s this? Old misunderstandings, heartfelt confessions, and the town’s annual Christmas Festival (which you have to help organize: damn you, rotten aunties!) all stand in the way between leaving for good. Can love really find its way home?

“Izuku, you don’t have to kiss me just ‘cause of the mistletoe.”

“I know, but I want to.”

"But-! What about-"

"It was never her, Y/N, it was always you."

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🎄 Kats (Katsuki Bakugou) – “A Sugar Cookie Christmas” Katsuki Bakugou never planned to be a single dad, and he sure as hell doesn’t have time for love. Between raising his adorably feisty daughter and settling into this tiny, Christmas-loving town (at least it’s safe for Mahoro), he’s got no patience for romance. Enter you: his too-cheerful, too-sweet, and way too nosy neighbor. His daughter takes a liking to you immediately (betrayal!), and despite his best efforts, Katsuki finds himself getting wrapped up in late-night cocoa dates, reluctant holiday cookie decorating (babysitting, he swears!), and… feelings?! No way. He doesn’t do feelings anymore. (Spoiler: he totally does.)

“You don’t have to do everything alone anymore. Our neighbors are willing to help!”

“I’ve been doing everything alone for years, I’m used to it.”

“Then, at least let me help you, you’re not alone anymore.”

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🎄 Shou (Shouto Todoroki) – “Christmas on the Farm” Living a quiet life on your family’s Christmas tree farm was all you ever wanted. After graduating college with a bachelor’s degree in business, it’s time for you to give back to your parents for supporting you!—until a very expensive suit and a very familiar man answers the door for your neighbor (apparently his mother!). Your sweet, slightly awkward new neighbor, Shouto Todoroki, is actually the heir to the rich asshole trying to bulldoze your farm? And to make matters worse, his dad definitely sees you as nothing more than an inconvenience. But Shouto? Not on his watch. Cue dramatic standoffs, angsty fireside talks, slow-burn romance, and a passionate last-minute “I won’t let my father take this away from you” speech under the twinkling Christmas lights.

“Shouto I-! I can’t believe you just gave up your inheritance like that!”

“It was the easiest decision I’ve ever made, Y/N, and I don’t regret it at all since it’s for you.”

“Oh Shouto…”

“Merry Christmas, my love.”

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[tteokdoroki]

having many thoughts about bakugou comforting you on your period.

self-indulgent n mentions of pregnancy, fem!reader.

“how many times do i have to tell you, quit tryna tough things out.”

bakugou’s lips twitch up into a snarl as he speaks. teeth bared, pink gums peaking out and nose upturned. but his voice is gentle, washes over your frenzied mind like waves on a soft sand shoreline. he’s chiding you, ever so worrisome, and you can tell by the crease that forms between his dark, thick eyebrows along with the concern that swims in the red of his eyes.

“don’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles,” you say, a childish air about your voice as you lift your chin, peaking your head out from the masses of blankets you’ve swaddled yourself in. “dad.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, peeling back a layer of your comfort fort. “you know i don’t care about that shit, sweetness.” he crawls up the bed, hands planted either side of your head and knees either side of your hips so that he can kneel over you. “open that pretty mouth of yours for me.”

the blonde taps your lips once with single finger and you scowl up at him.

“don’t tell me what to do.”

“so fuckin’ grumpy.”

“says you, mister grumpy pants!” you fire back, narrowing your eyes at him this time. “i’m allowed to be, Mother Nature is cursing me because you didn’t get me pregnant.”

“thought we weren’t havin’ kids yet—” bakugou’s words taper off into your favourite sound, his raspy laughter, after you unsheath a pillow from your fortress and lob it in his direction. he catches it (of course, damn pro hero reflexes) and chucks the weapon room across the room before leaning down to kiss you slow. “i gotcha meds and a snack, since you insist on not takin’ ‘em until you’re whiny ‘n miserable.”

you love him, truly, and the hormonal imbalance your period has unleashed upon you might make you tear up at the thought. “‘m not miserable,” you try to deny, letting katsuki pepper your face with smooches so light you have to tug him a little closer — to feel more than just the ghost of his lips on your skin. “what snack did’ya bring me?”

“your favourite, ‘n i got more in the pantry.” reaching into the back pocket of his sweats katsuki pulls out your favourite snack and unwraps it for you — pushing it towards your sealed lips. “now will ya open up?” you do and he hums in content watching you lean forward and take a bite. “good girl.”

you nearly choke. “fuck you.”

“love you.” he responds quickly, sitting back on his haunches to guide you into sitting up. with a rough palm on your back, katsuki reaches over to your night stand for your water. “chew, swallow. meds, drink.”

“bossy.”

“obedient.”

after helping you lay on your back once more, bakugou shuffles down your body and pushes up your pyjama shirt — pressing a kiss to your lower tummy. “you okay with this, sweets?” he coos to you, ruby eyes swimming with love as bakugou glances up at you from between your thighs.

“yeah, s’good,” he’s good to you, smoothing over where your cramps hurt the most. you think you love him a little more like this. soft hair tickling your legs, his lips on your stomach and the twinge of heat from his powerfully destructive hands easing your pain. katsuki bakugou is perfect, lovely. you love him when he’s soft and when he’s not. you love him a lot right now. you hope he loves you too.

bakugou keeps his hands warm, letting the heat tremor through you like a seismic wave to soothe the pain that tears through you uncomfortably. you fingers card through his hair, prickly to look at but soft to the touch as you both bask in the quietness of the moment.

“you gotta start takin’ meds when you’re in pain, no more pretendin’ to be a tough guy, kay?” He tells you, working his hot thumbs just over where the source of your discomfort may be. “i know you don’t like ‘em but even if they help a little…”

he nags at you with love, hands slipping down your sides to encircle your waist — rubbing warmly at your back. “i don’t need meds when i have you.” relief washes over you as you sigh out.

“corny fucker.”

“you love me.”

“oh unfortunately i do.”

katsuki holds you close and intimately, kissing your stomach once more and looks up happily — noticing how visibly relaxed you are.

“don’t be mean to me, you’ll make me miserable,” you tease, the meds finally doing their thing and kicking in. between that and bakugou’s massage you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. “come up here, plant one on me.”

the blonde shifts to loom over you, lips meeting yours tenderly in a ghost trace of a kiss. “can’t have that. miserable, pouty baby. eh?” he feeds you the words with his mouth on yours but pulls away before it gets too steamy. “my baby.”

you squirm in place. “yours.”

“lemme take care of you, baby,” bakugou reiterates, going back to massaging away your cramps. “go to sleep, i gotcha. we’ll have a snack ‘n some more meds when you wake up. kay?”

“‘mkay, love you.”

“love you most, sweetness.”

[heyaheiya]

Will you write something about single dad bakugo falling in love with his child’s daycare teacher and her or them feeling the same 🥺🥺 -🦕

Sorry this took so long 😭😭

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Katsuki didn’t plan on ever getting into a relationship again; just him and his darling daughter was enough for him. That was until your stupid face somehow wormed its way into his mind.

His girl, Bakugou Chiyo, had been going to daycare for a few months now, but he’d never met you officially.

As much as Mitsuki loved having the little one over most weekdays, she didn’t have all the time in the world to spend babysitting. Eijirou encouraged Katsuki to enroll Chiyo and had recommended the daycare he used for his kids. Despite Katsuki’s hesitation towards it, Eijirou wouldn’t stop pestering the man to give it a chance. Something about ‘socialisation’ or whatever. Still, Katsuki put up a good fight.

“Fuck no, you know how disgusting other people’s kids are?? I don’t want Chiyo catching rabies from those things.”

“It’s expensive, I’m not exactly rich right now you know!”

“How do I know those teachers are qualified?”

“I’m sure Chiyo’s gonna hate it so what’s the bother.”

Unfortunately, Chiyo loved it, waking up early and being pretty self sufficient for a 4 and a half year old. She even packed her bag herself before bed so it was ready the next morning. Yes it was filled with just stuffed animals, and what.

“Baby, do you seriously need all of your friends? Why not pick one?”

“But they’ll be lonely :(“

Katsuki had to write out a whole schedule of which plush goes to daycare on which day. This rotation made sure the toys all got an equal amount of days.

Chiyo had been getting chattier in the recent days. Perhaps shitty hair was right about the socialisation bit… However, at dinner that night, a new name kept coming up.

“-and I was really sad. But then, Smiley came over and made it better!”

“Who’s ’Smiley’, princess?”

“Silly daddy, you see her every day at pickup!”

That was helpful. One out of the army of children he has no time to notice.

“Tell me about Smiley. She nice to you?”

“Mhm! Today she secretly gave me a chocolate from the teacher desk :D”

Alarms went off in Katsuki’s head. Chiyo’s friends with a thief. Chiyo’s gonna turn into a criminal. Chiyo’s gonna get arrested in the future. Chiyo needs to stop being friends with this ‘Smiley’ kid!!

“What??”

“Yeah. She told me not to tell anyone or she’ll get in trouble… But you won’t tell, right daddy l?”

The next day and drop off, Katsuki stomped in, all geared up in his hero suit, with a massive scowl decorating his face. Usually Mitsuki and Masaru drop the sweetheart off in the mornings, and by the end of a long work day, Katsuki doesn’t have time to chat. So other parents and teachers had basically never had a proper conversation with the man. That sure was gonna change.

“Who is this ‘Smiley’ kid??”

The receptionist looked befuddled.

“Oh no.. what did she do?”

“Nunya goddamn business. Point me to ‘er”

A shaken older hand pointed towards a young and surprisingly pretty face across the room. Must be the kids mother.

Katsuki stomped his way over to the woman. Either she shrunk back in fear of the pro hero, or his anger made him grow a few inches.

“Oi! Who do you think you are? Letting your kids behave like that? I swear, don’t give me some shi- stupid excuse!”

“I’m so sorry! Has someone been picking on Chi-Chi?”

“Chi-Chi? Seriously nicknaming a kid that doesn’t belong to you? That’s so fuc- freaking creepy.”

Chiyo yanked at her father’s pant leg a bit.

“Don’t yell at Smiley like that >:(“

Huh. Smiley.. is the teacher. Oh. A normal person would instantly apologise, but Katsuki? Pro hero Dynamight?

“What kind of relationship do you have with my daughter??”

He made you look like a child predator in front of your entire classroom, their parents, and your boss +coworkers..To say he felt bad was an understatement, the look of your terrified and embarrassed face scarring his mind for days.

Then, Chiyo came home balling her eyes out.

“Miss Smiley wasn’t there! She left me!”

Fuck. He knew what he had to do.

+81 XXX XXX XXX: Meet me at the restaurant down the street in 10.

Y/N: What the freak

When he saw you walk in, his jaw dropped. Unfortunately, you were beautiful, like the girls on the covers of magazines. However, your cute and almost squishable face quickly turned to a glare, eyes shooting lasers through his face.

It’s silent for a long time.

“This is the part where you apologise for getting me fired.”

“Right, I’m really sorry.”

…

“Look, I love Chiyo so so much. She’s a good kid and I’m sure you can tell she’s grown an attachment to me. If it’s because you or her mother feels jealous-“

“I’m single, the mother is out of the picture.”

“Oh so you just felt like being a dick?”

“Mind your language, Sensei. Wouldn’t want any kids to develop a fowl tongue.”

“I’m the reason Chiyo doesn’t have some of your key vocabulary. Watch it, Dynamight.”

“Oh I’m so scared😒”

You instantly stood up and grabbed your purse. “If you’re just here to rub salt in the wound, I think we’re done.” Fuck. Katsuki yanked you back down into your seat, eyes begging.

“No, fuck- I can’t stop fucking this up. Sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Wanna add another f-bomb to that statement?”

“Fuck off.”

“There we go.”

Katsuki groaned to himself, wanting to kill himself right there and then.

“I came here to apologise and fix things, but I’m stupid and can’t fucking communicate!”

“There are other swear words y’know?”

“Take me seriously.”

Your face softened slightly. You seriously thought he might cry in the middle of some random ramen restaurant.

“How do I fix this??”

“Well..”

You didn’t ask for too much really. Shopping spree (clothes, jewellery, cosmetics, skincare, shoes, hair pins, the works), official apology to everyone who was in the room at the time, get job back, and a bunch of tiramisu.

After all that, you were nothing but smiles. Then it clicked. Always smiling. Miss Smiley. Damn, that was a lazy nickname.

“Chiyo was the one who came up with ‘Miss Smiley’.”

It’s the best goddamn nickname anyone has ever made.

“Is there anything else you wanna add to that long ass list of yers???”

“Perchance..”

“Well??”

“A second date?”

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This is not my best, I’m sorry 😭😭 hope you enjoyed! And requests are still open. Please, I need inspiration 🙏🙏

[heich0e]

WAIT NO, LETS TALK ABOUT SINGLE DAD IZUKU PLSSSSSSS

tenko's mother and izuku dated off and on for a while, but it wasn't a very healthy relationship. she had some issues that izuku tried his best to fix. izuku has a bad habit of seeking out partners who need him—who he can play saviour for. that's one of his issues. the couple was on one of their "breaks"—their longest ever, possibly permanent—when she found out she was pregnant.

tenko was born and things were good for a while, better than they'd ever been. but then they weren't. and eventually they separated, but still worked together to take care of baby tenko. it was working even if it wasn't perfect.

izuku had no idea what was coming that fateful wednesday afternoon when katsuki unexpectedly showed up at his door. izuku was still dressed in the suit he'd worn to work, and katsuki was in his hero costume with soot and grime streaked on his solemn face.

he didn't understand what his childhood friend was saying as he talked about an accident in the neighbourhood his ex was working in. couldn't figure out why katsuki was looking at him like that as he explained that the first responders did everything they could.

nothing was making sense. everything was an incoherent blur.

all he knew was that he needed to see his son.

"tenko," izuku heard himself say. "where's tenko?"

thirteen-month-old tenko always went to his mom's place on wednesdays after daycare, so izuku had time to mark papers after work before picking him up. he knew that, but he still found himself asking it, over and over and over again. luckily, bakugou knew that too.

"your mom's got him. she's got him, izuku." katsuki reassured him, his voice tight. "so get your coat. we'll go and get him."

[kingkatsuki]

He just wants to be good enough for you always🥺

Warnings: fluff, reader has a mum and dad.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.1k.

You know how he feels.

It was the same feeling that bubbled inside your tummy when you were meeting his parents for the first time. Feeling silly for being so nervous the minute you stepped through the door as you were welcomed into a fierce hug by Mitsuki. A large photo album strewn over both your laps as Masaru offered you some homemade dorayaki.

“It ain’t the same thing,” He scoffs, staring at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls his tie out of its loop to start all over.

“How is it not the same?” You laugh from your position at your vanity, stroking your clear gloss against your lips as you watch him struggle with his tie again.

“They need to know that I can take care of ya,” He pushes, cursing under his breath when he looped the tie.

There’s something that convinces him that he’ll somehow never be good enough for you. The self-doubt and insecurity that’s plagued him since childhood rears its ugly head for situations like these— situations that have your usually strong and confident boyfriend reduced to that same terrified little boy.

“They know you take care of me, baby.” You turn in your chair to face him.

“I ain’t even number one yet, and they need to believe I’m good enough to look after their little girl?” He drops his tie in exasperation as it sits around his neck.

Standing up from your position at his vanity as you make your way over to him. Cupping his hands in your smaller ones as you lace your fingers together at your sides. Squeezing reassuringly as you practically feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, brows furrowed as you smile up at him.

“They won’t care about any of that, Katsuki.” You coo, feeling how sweaty his palms have become from preparing to meet your parents, “All they’ll care about is that you’re treating me well, and that you’re a good man.”

“A good man that leaves you for weeks at a time.” He scoffs.

It’s always a sore spot in your relationship when Bakugou has to leave for work. The best missions always seem to be the ones that take him further away from home than either of you would like. The biggest boosts to his hero ranking always seem to mean the longer trips, phone calls and FaceTimes at unsociable hours the things that keep you both close. But he always keeps his promise to return back to you safely, little gifts from the destination that reminded you of him.

“You do what you have to do, and I understand so they will too.” You reach your hands up to his forgotten tie. Slowly wrapping the fabric around to begin to loop it, pulling it through as he keeps his crimson gaze on you, “There’s no one else for me, Katsuki. Never will be.”

Bakugou would steal the sun in the sky for you if he could, submerge the entire world into darkness if it meant that only you could see it’s glow. There isn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for you, and if only everyone could see that. The scrutinising tabloid articles and online posts still attack his character, wondering how a man as bold and brash as Dynamight could ever love anyone. But he proves it to you daily, through his words and actions.

You’d found a good one in Bakugou Katsuki, the perfect man. And you’d spend every day fighting his corner if you had to.

“Do you think I should bring that award I got last week? I think it might show your parents that—”

“Katsuki,” You cut off his rambling, shaking your head, “They don’t need to see that to know you’re successful. And I’m pretty sure my mum’s shown an article about that to all of her friends already.”

“I just want them to know that I can look all after ya,” He continues, “Even though my last mission ran over.”

A three week mission had turned into six after Bakugou had discovered the villain he had been tracking down was at the centre of a huge drug ring, the extra three weeks had meant taking down the entire operation but it had meant leaving you alone for Christmas— when he was first supposed to meet them.

“They understood, Kats.”

“I think your ma was pissed.” He scoffs.

“Not as pissed as yours,” You laughed, “She spent the entire evening complaining about it when I dropped off our gifts for them.”

“That old hag,” He shook his head, “She still goes on about that, you know. Doesn’t matter that I jumped up fifty points because of it.”

“No matter what happens— I love you, so they will too.” You smooth your palm along his chest to lay his neatly tied tie down flat against his dress shirt. His hand reaching up to try and tug at the uncomfortable collar as you grin up at him. Standing up on tiptoes to steal a kiss before wiping your gloss from his lips with your thumb, an action that’s halted by him licking his lips to taste the sticky sweetness as he pulls his head back.

“You’re such a dork.” You laugh, shaking your head as you turn around to check your face in the full length mirror.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork.” He hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as he settles his chin against your shoulder.

“Yeah, you are.” You smile, resting your hands on his arms as he sways you side to side, “But I hope you’re ready for my mum to grill you about when we’re having kids.”

“Our ma’s together are gonna be a fuckin’ nightmare.” Bakugou groans, hiding his eyes in the curve of your neck as you start laughing.

“I’d expect nothing less for our relationship.” You smiled, “I’m still recovering from your proposal.”

“Oi,” Bakugou’s arms tightened around your waist, “It ain’t my fault that villain ruined the perfect fuckin’ proposal.”

[willowser]

okay but imagine one day the little one goes up to his daddy and tells him you introduced a guy to him and how much he doesn’t like this man. It doesn’t even have to be a romantic partner it could just be an old friend but lil one and ex!husband bakugou instantly assume you have a new man in your life

omg. the heart attack bakugou is having.

your son is standing on his little step-stool in front of katsuki's bathroom mirror. meant to be brushing his little teeth, but he's mostly chewing on his toothbrush, poking around in his dad's cologne and aftershave and deodorant. at least he's put his pj's on by himself.

katsuki is finishing up his own shower, glancing at him every now and then as he washes the shampoo from his own hair, and when he's finally done, the little boy hasn't gotten any closer to having clean teeth; now he's drawing mindless little shapes through the steam that's built up on the glass.

"oi," he only has to say it once and then your son is letting out a little sigh before brushing the way he's meant to — even if katsuki knows the there's not a lick of toothpaste on that thing.

"dad," he says suddenly, distracted as he turns around to face him. "mommy doesn't let me take a shower."

katsuki moved on from bath time rather quick. in the very beginning, it was fine, because he washed his squirmy son and then wrapped him up in a towel and that was it, but in the last year or so it's turned into "how many toys can i bring with me this time, dad?" and then sitting in the water until it's run cold. it's much easier to get him in the shower at the same time, to shampoo his head and scrub his little butt and then kick him out.

"oh, yeah?" he murmurs, adjusting the towel on his waist. "s'cause mom's better at baths than me."

the little boy only shrugs, before continuing. he's in a small phase right now of 'dad? hey dad? um, dad?' every time he's got something to say, and katsuki finds it both cute and a little exhausting.

"hey dad?"

katsuki hums.

"mommy had a man in her shower."

the first image that comes to mind is of himself, in your shower; the many times you'd taken one together and hugged him beneath the warm water; how it clung to your eyelashes and sat in your cupid's bow. warm, made soft and tender in the steam, like he could mold you against his body forever.

— and then his stomach is swooping so hard, he thinks he might be sick.

"what?" katsuki asks, voice loud and affronted, snatching all his son's attention. "sorry, 'm sorry," and then because his son is still looking at him with wide eyes, he pulls him up close, rubbing his back once before setting him to stand on the counter — which he never gets to do.

guilt twists in his stomach for yelling, though his son seems unbothered now, at new heights. katsuki grabs him by his little tiny shoulders and tries to keep his face smooth and calm, his pending heartbreak hidden.

"who was in mom's shower?"

but your son is smarter than that, can read katsuki like an open book, somehow. as if you passed all your understanding down through the womb; he came out of there knowing exactly what dad was thinking with a single look.

your son only shrugs, averting his eyes to katsuki's shoulder as he lightly pinches his wet skin.

"'m sorry," he says again, shaking his little body around until the boy is laughing. "i'm not mad. i just..." katsuki sighs and tries not to pout. "wasn't expecting that."

"are you mad at mommy?"

the divorce isn't new, and katsuki's not stupid.

you've been on a handful of dates, been open about it, encouraged him to do the same. not that he's bothered, but anyone with eyes and half a brain would try to swoop in on someone like you, so — as much as it makes him want to knock some fucking teeth in — can't say he should be surprised.

he shouldn't be, at all.

still feels like shit, though.

"no," he finally says, tugging the little toothbrush from his tiny fist to put some actual toothpaste on it. "'m not mad at anybody."

"are you sad?"

maybe it's another purposeful distraction, to get out of doing what he's told, or maybe he's probing at nerves because he's too young and too curious, or maybe he just knows his dad too well.

katsuki frowns at his big eyes, staring back at him, before lightly patting his little hip. "brush your teeth, i ain't tellin' you again."

he tries not to think about it, but that just makes it worse. can't stop imagining you in the arms of some other asshole, what stupid shit they must be doing to flirt with you, how they're making you laugh; just the image of it alone — you, besides some fucking bozo, head thrown back the way you do, laughing louder than you ever did with him — makes his stomach hurt.

it makes him dread the hand-off, too. his house is gonna feel too quiet now, after a week with the little brat, and that's a big enough wound to leave him with nothing to say — but you always try to insist on katsuki finding someone every time you get back out there.

it makes him physically ill, just watching the side of your face as you buckle your son into his car seat, all grins because your house gets to be lively with him.

and when you close the door and turn to him and mutter out your little, "hey, by the way....", he has half a mind to just walk away, right then.

"your son," you start off, lightly punching him in the shoulder. "got into the dryer sheets last week and flushed a whole bunch of them down the toilet."

oh.

"oh," katsuki says, and then he narrows his eyes at his son through the window, even though he's not paying any attention.

(on the nights when the little boy can't sleep, is more emotional than usual, katsuki calls you because that's what your son really wants.)

(very relatable feeling, katsuki thinks.)

"yeah," you smile, "and my coworker's husband is a plumber, so i was able to get it all taken care of. just...thought i would let you know."

katsuki shrugs like he could care less, but you see right through it all, of course. the both of you, mother and son, too understanding for his own good.

almost like you were made for him, like you're supposed to still be his.

"yeah, good," he nods once, glancing over your shoulder to see your son finally sitting up a little bit, peering through the window with his big, sad eyes.

just watching the two of you. just knowing.

[all-encompassing-hero]

Excerpt from an MHA crackfic I'll never write

"Damn Icy-hot. Your dad sounds like a real asshole. Want me to kill him for you?" The slightly playful tone of Bakugo's voice suggested he was joking. The serious look on his face made it clear he was not.

"Wait, are you asking for permission to kill my father?" Todoroki asked, a slight hint of confusion in his normally monotone voice. "Do you even think you could beat him?"

"Are you insinuating I'm not strong enough?" The blonde asked accussingly. "I'm the great Katsuki Bakugo. Killing abusive dads is basically my specialty. Just ask Deku," he said, jutting his thumb over his shoulder at the boy.

Midoriya, who up until this point had been trying his hardest to stay out of the conversation, let out a long sigh before turing to the two of them. "Kacchan, we've been over this. Killing one person doesn't make you a pro at killing abusive dads."

"And yet I've never had a single conversation with Auntie where she doesn't thank me for killing that piece of shit," Bakugou shot back aggressively. "Besides, the only way to get better is to learn, and this is a perfect opportunity. So what about it, Icy-hot? Want me to send that old man of yours to the afterlife?"

"I'm. . . not sure," Todoroki said pensively. A small part of him was telling him this was a bad idea, but an even bigger part of him was insisting it would be really funny if he said yes.

"If you're taking requests, I'd be quite happy to give you my birth family's address." All three boys turned to see Shinsou standing in the doorway, an almost too calm expression on his face for what he had just asked.

"Now that's what I'm talking about, Eyebags! Let's go!" Bakugou stood up, cracking his knuckles and letting off a few small explosions as he grabbed Shinsou and started heading for the door. Just before he reached it, he turned around and pointed at Todoroki.

"Icy-hot, think about my offer while I'm out."

He turned towards Midoriya.

"And Deku"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your alibi," the boy said with another long sigh.

"Perfect. Alright, Eyebags, let's go kill an asshole."

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

I don't know if you're still taking ideas, but Izumi finding out her quirk when she saves an animal from being beaten (she's essentially a Druid who shapeshifts into any animals she touch. And anyone with a mutated quirk allows her to mimic their quirk)

The giant tiger in the room didn't gain more than a sigh from Shouta.

"Midoriya, human form, please." He said to the tiger. Said tiger growled. Koda raised a hand, and Shouta nodded to him.

"She said if she's human, she's going to smack Bakugou," the nervous boy said. The tiger nodded, grumbling as she moved to rub her cheek against the boy's. He went bright red, prompting a growl from Bakugou.

"Oh for," Shouta cut himself off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Bakugou, lay off Midoriya. How many times has she turned you down? And stop bothering Koda." Shouta sighed deeply.

He hated teenage drama.

-

Izumi grumpily turned human, glaring at the back of Bakugou's head. He was slumped in his seat, not happy that he'd been told off. A glance showed Kirishima looking disappointed. Given he aimed it at her, Izumi just bared her teeth at him, letting her skin turn pink like Ashido's. His face went pale, and he looked away.

Every single time.

There were days Izumi wished she never found her Quirk. Having jumped in front of bullies to protect a dog, she'd morphed into a said dog. It took three hours to turn back into a human with the help of a hero who could read minds.

(It burned that Inko hadn't noticed. It burned worse when the hero suddenly refused to let her go with Inko, instead exposing Inko's thoughts of how much she loathed her daughter, which only got worse when she finally had a Quirk after her husband left.

Izumi liked her adoptive fathers. Tsukauchi Naomasa and Tamagawa Sansa were the nicest people. But... well, sometimes it hurt knowing how willing her mother was to get rid of her.)

One particular reason was Bakugou Katsuki. He decided she wasn't 'a worthless Deku' after discovering her Quirk, and began talking about childhood sweethearts to her. Acting as if he was in some shonen manga or the such. It was nerve-wracking, and she hated how he spoke. It led to her finally breaking off the weak 'friendship'. Her dads sent her to a new school where she met Kouji and she regretted nothing.

Kouji was her best friend, later her boyfriend. He was the best boy she had ever met, and Bakugou could kick rocks as far as she cared.

Sometimes she wished she never found her Quirk for what it took from her, and for what it did to Bakugou. But she never regreted Kouji.

[forever1kay]

for my anime (MHA) fans, i read this fic a few years ago can anyone pls help me find it🙏🏽

bakugou was neighbors with this girl (y/n obviously) who was a baker (?). he was a single dad with a daughter (i think her name was katsumi but i could be completely wrong) who really took a liking to her. i don’t fully remember the stuff in between but i do think i remember her hanging out with baby girl while bakugou was out doing his hero work and then something happened and the two of them fell into the water and neither could swim but y/n saved bakugou’s daughter and the two got separated. y/n woke up in the hospital and bakugou confessed his love and the two finally got together and katsumi was so happy she could finally call y/n “mommy”. it had multiple parts

it was also in the same universe as this fic where y/n was a single mom with a son named ren (?) and he was like OBSESSED with red riot (kirishima) and i think he used to watch clips of him on tv 24/7 then this one time they went to the park and just so happened to see him there and the lil boy like flipped out and ran to him😭 then i think they like purposely went to the park constantly bc the baby wanted to see kiri so bad it was adorable and i can’t remember full details from this either but i know he didn’t pronounce kiri’s name right which made it even more cute. ren’s bio dad popped up somewhere near the end too and kiri had to defend ren and his mama. this had multiple parts as well

there was supposed to be different storylines like a path with denki and i think something for izu as well but i don’t think the author ever completed them (correct me if im wrong).

if any of this sounds familiar to any of you pls lmk cuz i’d love to reread these stories and refresh my memory😭 they were the cutest things i’ve ever read. i used to reread them constantly and i thought I reblogged them but maybe not? or maybe i just have to look harder? idkkkk

UPDATE

It was found!! Thank you to the amazing person in the comments that saved me from my misery lol if anyone was wanting to read it, i have it linked in the comments. Here it is again for those who don’t want to click on the comments button lol