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“You Ignored Me All Day, Dumbass”

Bakugo x Reader | Fluffy Jealousy | Clingy Boyfriend

The day had been long. Training with Aizawa’s drills was brutal, your body ached, and your brain was fried from all the strategy talk with Iida and Yaoyorozu. So, naturally, by the time everyone was back in the dorms, you plopped onto the common room couch, relieved to finally chill out.

Denki, of course, appeared out of nowhere with snacks and energy, flopping down beside you. “You were killing it during combat today,” he said, flashing you that big grin of his. “You totally knocked the wind out of that villain dummy.”

You chuckled, leaning back into the cushions. “Please, I’m gonna be sore for three days.”

From across the room, Bakugo stood near the kitchen, his eyes burning holes through the back of Denki’s head.

He wasn’t angry at Denki — well, okay, maybe a little — but mostly he was just… annoyed. Frustrated. Jealous. He hadn’t gotten a second of your attention all day. You hadn’t partnered with him during training. You barely gave him a smile when he passed you in the hall. And now, when he was finally hoping to sit next to you and wind down, you were curled up with Spark Plug, giggling and leaning into the couch like it was the best place in the world.

Bakugo clenched his jaw, then stormed over like a man on a mission.

Denki looked up just in time to see the glint in Bakugo’s eye. “Uh—hey Bakugo—”

“Move.”

“What—? Wait—?”

Before Denki could even process, Bakugo shoved him sideways, making just enough room to sit and yank you into his lap like a possessive jungle cat.

“Bakugo—!?” you yelped, surprised as you suddenly found yourself in a very tight cuddle hold, your back against his chest, his arms wrapped around your waist like a vice.

He buried his face into your neck without answering. Then, to your shock, he started kissing you everywhere. Quick, messy little kisses on your cheek, your jaw, your shoulder, your neck, like he couldn’t decide where to start. His lips were warm, and the desperation in the way he held you made your heart thud.

“Babe? What are you doing?”

“You ignored me,” he muttered lowly against your skin. “All day. You didn’t even look at me during training. Sat across the room at lunch. Didn’t say hi when you got back. And now you’re here giggling with Pikachu like I don’t exist?”

Your eyes softened as you turned to face him more fully, brushing your hand through his hair. “Katsuki… I didn’t mean to ignore you.”

He didn’t answer at first. Just tightened his grip and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I just missed you,” he finally muttered. “That’s all. I’m not mad. Just wanna hold you.”

Your chest squeezed. His voice wasn’t angry — it was vulnerable, in that rare Bakugo kind of way. The “I-love-you-but-I-don’t-wanna-sound-weak” kind of way.

You cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry. You should’ve said something sooner.”

He scowled, eyes flicking away. “Tch. I shouldn’t have to.”

“I know.” You leaned in, kissing his nose softly. “But next time, just grab me like this earlier. I like being all over you, you know.”

“…You better.”

You grinned, nuzzling back into his chest as his arms stayed wrapped around you protectively. Denki, now on the floor, blinked twice and mumbled, “Damn, okay.”

Bakugo didn’t even acknowledge him.

That night, you stayed on the couch, your head tucked under Bakugo’s chin, while he held you like you were the only thing in the universe worth touching — because, to him, you were.

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“Get rid of that dumb thing”

Summary: When Bakugo finds you asleep cuddling a plushie instead of him, he gets weirdly jealous. His solution? Yeet the bear across the room and replace it with himself. You cling to him in your sleep, and Bakugo pretends he’s not secretly obsessed with how perfectly you fit in his arms. Jealousy has never been so soft.

The dorm hallway was quiet, lit only by the soft yellow glow of the emergency lights. Most students were asleep by now — and Bakugo should’ve been too.

But he wasn’t.

He stood outside your door with his arms crossed, lips pressed in a line, trying to come up with a reason that made sense for why he was even here. You’d skipped movie night in the common room, and you hadn’t texted him like usual. No goodnight, no dumb emoji, no little “don’t forget to sleep, explosion boy 💥.” Nothing.

“Dumbass probably fell asleep early,” he muttered under his breath, knocking softly once.

No answer.

With an irritated sigh, he twisted the knob — not locked. Typical. You never locked it when you stayed in. Always said the dorms were safe, that your friends would come if you needed them.

He stepped inside, quiet despite his usual heavy steps.

His voice died in his throat the moment he saw you.

There you were, curled up in bed, moonlight from the window casting soft glows on your face. Your breathing was slow, steady, lips parted just slightly as you snoozed peacefully.

And then he saw it.

You were wrapped around a plushie. A stupid, round, chubby bear with a bow on its neck.

Bakugo blinked. His eye twitched. “The hell is that.”

You were clinging to it like it was your lifeline — legs tangled in your blanket, arms wrapped tight around the thing’s fuzzy head, your cheek squished against it with a sleepy pout on your face.

That should be me.

Bakugo stared a little longer than he meant to. His anger softened for a second. You looked so warm, so damn soft. Like you were made of sunlight and clouds or whatever dumb poetic crap Kirishima always said.

He stood at the edge of your bed. He could leave. He should leave. But…

You shifted a little in your sleep, mumbling something too low to hear — and squeezed the plushie tighter.

And that’s when he snapped.

“That’s it. I’m killing that bear.”

With a single huff, he yanked the plushie out of your grasp and tossed it across the room with deadly aim. It bounced off your desk chair and hit the floor with a soft thump.

Before you could even stir properly, Bakugo climbed into your bed. Not awkwardly. No, this was full confidence. Arms around you, one hand tugging your head to his chest. He pulled the blanket up over both of you and grunted when you instinctively curled into him with a sleepy noise.

You fit perfectly into his side, like the universe had designed you to belong there.

“…Katsuki?” you mumbled, voice thick with sleep, barely coherent. Your hand lazily rested on his chest as your body stayed glued to his. “Wha’s goin’ on…?”

Bakugo felt your breath on his neck and had to bite back a smirk. “Shut up and sleep.”

“But the bear—”

“Dumb bear’s dead.”

You let out a sleepy giggle and clutched him tighter. “You’re warm.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, you’re clingy.”

“Mm… s’your fault.”

He didn’t argue.

Your breathing evened out again a few minutes later, your body fully relaxed against him. And for a guy known for his temper, Bakugo had never felt calmer than he did right now — with you in his arms, exactly where you belonged.

He whispered, just low enough that you wouldn’t hear it clearly in your sleep,

“…Don’t need a damn bear when you got me, idiot.”

And that night, Bakugo slept better than he had in weeks.

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I read the beauty and beast fic absolutely adorable i was wondering if you did Sleeping beauty thats my personal favorite the modern twist is really cute idea to

I was thinking reader got hit with a sleeping quirk during a internship and nobody knows what to do but Bakugou secretly a romantic figures it out you can write whatever you feel

Thought it was something fun

Aww I absolutely loved writing this it was such a cute idea too well here it is…

“Only you can wake me up”

The mission was supposed to be routine. A villain with a tricky Quirk. An easy takedown.

Until it wasn’t.

Until the villain touched you.

And your body hit the ground like a dropped marionette.

⸻

“It’s a sleeping Quirk,” Recovery Girl said, her brows furrowed in concern. “But we don’t know the trigger to wake them. Could be emotional. Could be a time-based reset. Could be… something else.”

You were completely still. Not hurt. Just… frozen.

Breathing soft. Lips parted. Dreaming.

“Like a fairy tale,” Kaminari had said in a weak attempt at humor. “You know… Sleeping Beauty stuff.”

⸻

Bakugo didn’t laugh.

Didn’t speak much, either.

Just stood there, fists clenched at his sides, jaw tight, staring at you like he was watching the world crack beneath his boots.

You were the only person who ever challenged him without screaming.

Who smiled when he snapped.

Who called him Katsuki with soft eyes like the word wasn’t dangerous.

Who never flinched when he was angry, only tilted your head and asked if he was okay.

And now—you were the one who wouldn’t talk.

Wouldn’t open your eyes.

Wouldn’t smile at him anymore.

⸻

They moved you to a dorm room. Safer. Quieter.

The others came and went, worried, leaving little trinkets or food or cards. But Bakugo? He stayed the longest. When no one was watching.

Sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded, trying not to look like he was breaking.

“You dumbass,” he muttered, voice thick. “Can’t believe you went down like that.”

You didn’t respond.

He scrubbed a hand down his face. “I’m not good at this. I don’t know how to… fix you.”

His voice cracked.

“I keep thinking you’re gonna open your eyes and call me an asshole.”

Silence.

He swallowed. His next words were barely a whisper.

“I miss you.”

He reached over, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.

“You’re so damn annoying. Always laughing. Always looking at me like I’m more than I am.”

His hand lingered near your cheek. “But you’re mine to be annoyed by.”

He leaned closer.

“You hear me?” he whispered. “You’re mine.”

Then—

Without thinking, without breathing—

He kissed you.

A soft, trembling kiss. Nothing like the explosive boy everyone else knew.

Just lips against yours.

And for a heartbeat—everything was still.

Then—

You exhaled.

His eyes flew open as yours blinked back to life.

Your voice was hoarse, dazed. “…Katsuki?”

He was frozen.

You blinked at him. “Did you just kiss me?”

“I—” He stood up so fast he nearly tripped. “NO. I mean. Shut up. You were unconscious and—!”

You reached out and grabbed his wrist.

“Wait. Don’t go.”

You smiled, warm and teasing. “You totally kissed me.”

His face turned redder than his gauntlets. “You’re still delusional from the Quirk.”

You laughed—your real laugh—and his knees almost buckled.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He looked away, jaw clenched. “Yeah, whatever.”

You tugged on his sleeve. “Katsuki?”

“What?”

“You’re a good prince.”

He scowled. “Tch. I’m no prince.”

You tilted your head. “No? Then what are you?”

He leaned down, eyes dark and voice low. “I’m the dragon that burned down your castle and kissed you anyway.”

Your heart stuttered.

And then, in true Katsuki fashion—

“Don’t make me say it again.”

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“Think fast I’m a random girl”

Summary: You try the “Think fast! I’m a random girl!” trend on your boyfriend Bakugo. When you kiss him, he kisses you back so well that he completely forgets what you said. Offended, you call him out, and he sheepishly admits the kiss was too good for him to hear anything. When you give him a second chance to redeem himself, he panics, throws pillows at you, and runs out of the room yelling “I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!!” — making it the most chaotic and adorable fail ever.

You had your camera rolling. You had the line memorized.

And you had one explosive, grumpy, beautiful boyfriend sitting on your bed, completely unaware of the chaos you were about to bring.

Bakugo Katsuki was leaning back against your pillows, hoodie sleeves pushed up, scrolling on his phone like he didn’t just kiss you breathless two hours ago and threaten to burn down the common room because Denki called him “soft.”

Perfect target.

You tiptoed up, phone in one hand, your best innocent girlfriend smile ready.

“Think fast! I’m a random girl!” you chirped—

And without waiting, you leaned down and kissed him.

Not a peck. A kiss. The kind that makes you forget where you are for a second.

His phone hit the blanket.

His hand caught your waist.

And he kissed you back without a second of hesitation, even tilting his head like this wasn’t some prank—it was the best part of his day.

You pulled away first, trying so hard not to laugh. You gasped dramatically, camera still rolling.

“Excuse me?! I said I was a random girl!”

Bakugo blinked at you, dazed. “…What?”

You crossed your arms. “I said ‘think fast, I’m a random girl.’ You were supposed to freak out or push me away! You kissed me like it was our wedding night.”

He stared at you, totally serious.

“…I didn’t hear what you said.”

You snorted. “What?!”

“I didn’t hear a damn word,” he repeated. “The kiss was too good. My brain shut off.”

You bit back a smile. “So you’re telling me you kissed a ‘random girl’ back just because it was good?!”

He gave you a half-smirk, totally unashamed. “Didn’t feel random. Felt like you.”

You shoved his shoulder playfully. “You failed the trend, babe.”

He sat up, already pleading with his eyes. “Wait—give me another shot. I swear I’ll get it right.”

You gave him a dramatic sigh and adjusted the camera. “Fine. Last chance. Ready?”

He nodded, serious as if this was a mission.

You raised your phone again, cleared your throat—

“Think fast! I’m a random gir—”

“NOPE—ABSOLUTELY NOT—GET AWAY FROM ME!!” Bakugo shrieked.

He yeeted three pillows at your face, grabbed another, tossed it behind him as a decoy, and sprinted across the room like the floor was lava.

“I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND—HER NAME IS Y/N—SHE’S GORGEOUS—GET OUTTA MY ROOM YOU DEMON!!”

You were wheezing. On the floor.

Camera shaking with laughter.

Your pillows everywhere.

“BAKUGO, IT’S ME—”

“I DON’T TRUST YOU,” he shouted from behind your door. “YOU TRICKED ME ONCE.”

You gasped, still laughing. “But the kiss—!”

“…Don’t bring that up,” he muttered. “I’m still recovering.”

And yeah—you definitely posted the video.

Caption: “He was NOT ready, the second time 😭😭😭 #thinkfasttrend #bakugo #caughtin4k”

Comments? Filled with people screaming over how hard he kissed you back… and how fast he ran.

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hii, can you do one where bakusqaud dared yn to ignore bakugo bc they swear he likes her and he’s lwk done with it and everyone sees him start to panic bc she won’t talk to him but she’s being real friendly with denki ykykykykyk?

“Bet he breaks first”

“So here’s the deal,” Mina whispered, crouching with a sly smile behind the dorm couches. “I dare you to ignore Bakugo. No glances. No replies. Not even a grunt.”

Sero leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Ten minutes, tops. He’ll explode. He likes you, we all know it.”

You snorted. “You guys are insane.”

“No, we’re right,” Denki said, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “And it’ll be fun. C’mon, just for today. Watch him lose his mind.”

You grinned, lips curving in that familiar way. “Alright. But if I die, tell Aizawa it was your fault.”

⸻

Phase 1: Cold Shoulder, Activated.

“Oi.”

You didn’t even blink. Just kept scrolling on your phone, seated on the lounge chair like you didn’t just hear Bakugo say the most aggressive “hey” known to man.

He frowned.

“Are you deaf or stupid?”

You turned to Denki beside you instead. “So anyway, what were you saying about the electric squirrels in your neighborhood?”

Denki blinked. “Uh—I made that up but yes, continue.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched.

Mina snorted from behind her juice box.

⸻

Phase 2: “Why Is She Laughing at His Jokes?”

You laughed. A lot. At everything Denki said.

Even the unfunny things.

“Stop ittt,” you giggled, hitting Denki’s arm playfully. “You’re so dumb—”

“You think he’s funny?” Bakugo snapped from across the room.

You didn’t even look at him.

“I mean, a little,” you said, still grinning at Denki, who looked mildly terrified under Bakugo’s glare.

“Oh my god,” Bakugo muttered. “She’s actually lost brain cells.”

⸻

Phase 3: Panic and Petty.

An hour passed.

And Bakugo was spiraling.

He slammed his water bottle down harder than necessary. Walked past you four times—each time closer. Started randomly doing pushups next to the couch where you and Denki sat, grunting loudly.

You didn’t look.

He was glitching.

Everyone saw it.

“You good, bro?” Kirishima asked, trying not to laugh.

“She’s ignoring me,” Bakugo hissed. “What did I do? What the hell did I do?”

“You sound like a romcom villain,” Mina whispered to Sero.

“I’ll give you five bucks if he explodes,” Sero whispered back.

⸻

Phase 4: Breakdown.

“Y/N,” Bakugo said, loud, from behind you.

No answer.

You turned to Denki and said, louder, “Anyway, Denki, what do you think about—”

“That’s it.”

Suddenly he was in front of you, hands braced on either side of the couch, caging you in. Denki scooted a full meter away like he wanted to survive.

“Look at me.”

You blinked up at him, lips twitching.

“Y/N. Are you mad at me?”

You shrugged. “Why would I be mad?”

“You haven’t spoken to me all day—” His voice cracked. “—and you’re all over Pikachu over here.”

Denki gave a peace sign from the corner. “Don’t drag me into this.”

“You’re acting weird,” Bakugo muttered. His voice dropped lower. “And I don’t like it.”

You bit your lip.

Then finally, finally—you smirked.

“So you do like me.”

Silence.

His eyes widened.

Mina gasped from the hallway. “OH MY GOD.”

“You absolute menaces,” he growled toward the BakuSquad. Then back to you—eyes narrowed, flushed. “You think you’re funny?”

“Maybe a little.”

He scowled. “Fine. You win. You got my attention.”

You tilted your head, smug. “What are you gonna do about it?”

His jaw clenched—

And then, low and dangerous:

“Come with me. Now.”

“Where—”

“To talk,” he gritted out.

“Just talk?” you teased.

His eye twitched again. “If you keep smirking like that, we won’t just be talking.”

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Hiii can you do one where like Katsuki is mad at reader but reader is trying not to laugh while he’s yelling at her ( idk bru I’m bored )

Aww this one is lowkey cute hope y’all love it!!!

“You look way too cute when you are mad”

“You’re an idiot. A total, actual idiot,” Katsuki snapped, pacing back and forth in front of you like his feet were about to set the ground on fire. “What the hell were you thinking—charging in like that?! You could’ve gotten yourself killed!”

You sat on the bench outside the training room, casually swinging your legs while sipping from your water bottle, trying very, very hard not to laugh.

Because god—he was mad.

And flustered.

And sweaty.

And so stupidly hot while yelling at you.

His hair was messier than usual, sticking up in all directions, eyes blazing like he wanted to set the whole hallway on fire just so you’d learn your “lesson.” His hands kept gesturing wildly like his words weren’t enough, and his voice—gravelly and furious—kept cracking just slightly at the ends.

And instead of being scared or even apologetic like a normal person—

You were swooning.

“And don’t give me that stupid smile,” he growled, glaring at you.

“I’m not smiling.”

“You’re literally smiling.”

Your cheeks puffed a bit, trying to hold it in. “I’m not—I’m listening.”

He marched right up to you now, arms crossed, towering over you with that signature Bakugo intensity. “You could’ve gotten blown to bits, you reckless dumbass—why aren’t you taking this seriously?!”

And that’s when it hit you.

The little scrunch between his brows. The way his lips were tugged in the corner. The flushed look on his cheeks—not just from anger but from caring too damn much.

He looked—

So kissable.

You stood up.

He blinked. “What the hell are you—”

And you kissed him.

Right in the middle of his sentence.

Your hands slipped up the sides of his neck and you melted into him with that easy, heart-racing confidence. He went stiff for a half-second, completely short-circuiting, before making a low sound in his throat and kissing you back like it physically hurt him not to.

When you pulled away, dazed and breathless, his eyes were blown wide.

“I swear to god—” he started, but his voice cracked.

You smirked. “You were just… too cute. Couldn’t help myself.”

“CUTE?!” he barked.

You kissed him again just to shut him up.

Worked like a charm.

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Bonjour!! I just had a thought beauty and the beast inspired story of any length and add your own twist if you can. That's it, thank you, Hagd!!

(With the icon himself ofc💯)

Buh bye!!😁

Hello lovelies omg I’m so sorry for disappearing on you for so long I had tests and finals but uh I’m back! And honestly I love this idea, you didn’t specify exactly so I made it modern tho I feel like it’s sorta cringe hope you like it love!!!!

“The beast can get the beauty.”

Bakugo Katsuki had everything—top combat scores, unmatched power, a seat at the top of Class 1-A. But no one ever called him a prince.

Not with that temper.

Not with that sharp tongue, the way he barked orders, snapped at kindness, or treated compliments like insults. His words were nitroglycerin. He was all teeth, fire, and fury. Everyone respected him—but from a distance. A beast dressed in black.

But you?

You weren’t afraid of him.

Maybe you should’ve been.

⸻

You were beautiful—not just “crush-of-half-the-school” beautiful, but the kind that made people pause. The kind that came with softness, sure, but also wit, steel, and stubbornness. You wore your heart on your sleeve, even when the world told you not to. That’s what made you different to him. That’s why he noticed.

You smiled at him the first time you met. Not a nervous smile. Not a flirty one. Just a genuine, curious, sweet smile.

It pissed him off.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that,” he muttered when he caught you watching him during lunch.

You just tilted your head. “Like what?”

“Like I’m some kinda… tragic story.”

You smiled again. “I wasn’t. I was just thinking your hair’s cool. Like an explosion midair.”

He blinked. He didn’t know how to handle compliments that weren’t fake. And especially not from you.

“Shut up.”

But you didn’t.

⸻

You had a way of showing up around him. You’d sit next to him during training cooldowns, ask about his gauntlets, offer him water when he was burning through sweat and pride. Sometimes, he’d blow you off. Sometimes, he’d bark something cruel.

You never flinched.

And that made something ache in him.

Because even when he was nasty, even when he snapped and snarled, you stayed.

You weren’t scared of the beast.

You saw the boy beneath the claws.

⸻

One day, after a rough mission, you found him alone on the rooftop. His knuckles were bruised, ash still lingering on his uniform.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

He didn’t answer. Just kept staring at the horizon like it might punch back.

“Y’know,” you added gently, “you don’t have to push everyone away to protect them.”

“I don’t care what people think.”

“I know,” you replied. “But maybe… you care what I think.”

That got him to turn.

And for the first time, Bakugo Katsuki looked afraid. Not angry. Not annoyed.

Just afraid.

Because yeah—he did care what you thought. Too much. And he didn’t know when that happened.

“You always show up,” he said, like it was an accusation.

“I do.”

“Even when I’m a bastard.”

You smiled again. “Especially then.”

He stared at you for a long time. His voice was low, rough like gravel. “You make me feel like I’m not broken.”

“You’re not.”

He looked away. “I don’t deserve you.”

You reached out, gently touching the back of his hand. “Maybe I get to decide that.”

And for once—

He didn’t pull away.

He didn’t say anything.

Didn’t flinch.

Didn’t explode.

Just stared at you like you were something he didn’t know how to hold—but wanted to anyway.

“I’m serious, Katsuki,” you whispered. “You’re more than just how angry you get.”

The way his name fell from your lips—soft, natural—he hated how much he loved it.

His eyes dropped to your mouth.

For a second, the world held its breath. The wind paused. The sun dipped. All that existed was the electricity between you, the tension buzzing like it could set the whole school on fire.

Then—

Slowly, like he was giving you time to stop him, Bakugo leaned in.

And when his lips brushed yours?

It wasn’t aggressive like you’d expected. Not rushed. Not demanding.

It was careful.

Like you were something fragile and he’d been reckless too long.

Your breath hitched—and you kissed him back. One hand found his shoulder, the other slid gently up the back of his neck, fingers tangling in wild blond hair. He made a low sound in his throat—surprised, maybe even grateful—and deepened the kiss just slightly, still holding back more than he ever had before.

When you finally pulled apart, he was pink-cheeked, eyes wide.

And then he ruined the softness like always.

“Tch. Don’t tell anyone I went soft, dumbass.”

You laughed, brushing your thumb over the corner of his mouth. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me… Beast.”

He groaned. “I hate you.”

You grinned. “Sure you do.”

And when he pulled you back in for another kiss?

Yeah. You knew the truth:

Even beasts crave beauty.

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Title: “Only One Damn Bed”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Slow Burn, Fluff, Tension, One Bed Trope, Mutual Pining, Hero Mission AU

⸻

The mission was simple.

Scout a villain base in a remote town, gather intel, and report back.

It was supposed to be an easy overnight gig.

But of course, the universe hated you—and you ended up stuck with Bakugou Katsuki. Your rival. Your partner. Your unspeakably hot annoyance.

And now, apparently, your roommate for the night.

“It’s the last room available,” the hotel clerk said apologetically. “Storm’s coming. Everything else is full.”

You both stared at her.

Then at each other.

Then at the one key she placed on the desk.

And then—finally—at the room with one damn bed.

⸻

“You take the bed, I’ll take the floor,” you mumbled, tossing your bag onto the nearby chair.

“Tch. Like hell you are,” Bakugou growled. “I’m not lettin’ you freeze your ass on hardwood.”

You looked up. “So we share?”

“…The hell we do.”

A long, awkward silence.

You folded your arms. “You snore?”

“No.”

“Move around?”

“No.”

You sighed. “Fine. Just stay on your side.”

“Gladly.”

⸻

The bed wasn’t even big. It was tight. Narrow. Way too much heat between the two of you.

You laid stiffly under the covers, facing the wall. Every cell in your body was aware of him—how his breathing had slowed. How his arm brushed yours by accident and didn’t move. How his scent—smoke and spice and something stupidly comforting—wrapped around you.

You were doing just fine until—

“You cold?” he muttered.

Your breath hitched. “…No.”

He huffed. “You shivered.”

You stayed silent.

Then suddenly—his arm came around you.

Not forceful. Not cocky. Just warm. Protective.

You froze.

“Don’t read into it,” he said gruffly, voice low against your neck. “I just—hate seein’ you shake.”

You stayed still for a heartbeat.

Then whispered, “You’re not as heartless as you act, you know.”

“…Shut up.”

But his hold didn’t loosen.

⸻

Minutes passed. Then hours. You thought he was asleep—until he spoke again.

“You ever gonna stop pretending you don’t like me?”

You blinked.

Your heart plummeted into your stomach.

“…What?”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes heavy with something sharp and honest.

“I’m not blind. You stare. You blush. You act like I piss you off but you still ask to be my partner every damn time.”

You opened your mouth—then closed it. Speechless.

Then, quietly: “You’re one to talk.”

He grinned. “So you do like me.”

You flushed. “Didn’t say that.”

“But you didn’t deny it.”

You huffed. “Bakugou…”

He leaned in. Close enough to brush his nose against yours. “Say it.”

Your breath stuttered.

“…Fine,” you whispered. “I like you.”

He smirked. Then—without warning—he kissed you.

And god, it was everything you’d been holding back. All fire and tension and heat—but slow, too. Gentle. Careful.

When he pulled back, his voice was soft. “Told you. One bed’s not so bad.”

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

hello! So far you have made really good post, and it made me think, what if you made one about bakugou x y/n, they JUST started making out and started this thing where after class and even the cafeteria hours they would go to the roof top and make out, and then come back to class and act like nothing ever happened. Also somtimes he would throw a paper and secretly desk her under the desk where they would meet up. 😍

Title: “Between Bells and Rooftops”

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Romance, Secret Relationship, Slight Angst, Fluff, Heavy Tension

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You didn’t plan to fall into this routine—this messy, thrilling, addictive routine. It just happened.

It started with a kiss. Just one. After class. The hallway was mostly empty, your hand brushing against Bakugou’s as you reached for the same notebook on a desk. His eyes met yours, and for once, they weren’t sharp or biting. They were heated, locked, and something in them flickered like a match.

He pulled you into the nearest broom closet like a scene out of a cliché manga, pressed you against the wall, and kissed you like he had been waiting for it for years. It was rough, clumsy, and fueled by frustration he’d probably been burying since day one. But it was also perfect.

And it didn’t stop there.

Now, it’s become a thing.

A whispered nod from across the classroom. A flicked paper note that barely makes a sound as it lands on your lap under the desk. You open it—sometimes it’s blank, sometimes it’s just three words: rooftop. 12:40. now. No signature. He doesn’t need one.

You glance up, and he doesn’t even look at you. His hands are behind his head, feet crossed on his desk like he’s bored out of his mind.

But you know better.

So you slip away during cafeteria hour, brushing off questions from your friends. “Bathroom,” you mutter. “Library.” “Need to grab a book from the dorm.” Lies, sweet and practiced.

When you step onto the rooftop, he’s already there—leaning against the railing, eyes flicking up at the sound of the door shutting behind you.

There’s no time for words.

Your back hits the wall, and he’s kissing you again like he needs to. His hands dig into your waist, and your fingers twist in the collar of his uniform. The wind up here is cool, but his body is warm, burning.

The kiss is all teeth and tongue at first, but then it slows, deepens. Like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips, the way your breath hitches, the sound you make when he sucks just under your jaw. Like you’re something he’s afraid to lose.

“Damn it,” he mutters into your skin. “Can’t focus in class ‘cause of you.”

“Then stop calling me up here,” you tease breathlessly, tugging on his tie.

He grabs your chin, forcing your gaze up to his. “You love it.”

You don’t deny it. Can’t.

Sometimes, after the kiss, you both just sit down, backs against the rooftop wall, the silence humming between you. He doesn’t say much—he’s never been one to waste words—but every so often he’ll glance over at you, cheeks a little flushed, and nudge your shoulder like he’s saying, yeah, I like this too.

Then the bell rings.

And like always, you dust yourself off, fix your collar, and head down the stairs. You walk into class one after the other, no eye contact, no shared looks. You sit two desks apart like strangers.

And yet—when you slide into your seat, something hits your ankle. A paper.

You glance around, heart skipping, and then reach down and unfold it under the desk.

This one says:

You’re mine. Don’t forget it.

There’s a tiny burn mark at the corner. He must’ve accidentally singed it with his Quirk again.

You bite your lip, folding the paper up and tucking it into your pocket. No one notices the way your smile lingers longer than usual. Not even Iida catches it—and he catches everything.

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You know this thing can’t stay secret forever. Eventually, someone will follow you, or see the marks he leaves on your collarbone when he forgets how sharp his teeth are. Eventually, someone will see the way his gaze softens when you laugh in the common room.

But for now?

This rooftop, these stolen moments, these paper notes?

They’re yours. His. Yours together.

And maybe, just maybe… that’s enough.

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Can I ask for a “wiping off their kiss prank” with Bakugo, Deku, and kirishima? Thank uu!

Katsuki Bakugo

It was a quiet moment — just you and Bakugo in the common room after hours. He wasn’t exactly the cuddly type, but tonight, he’d pulled you into his lap, arms draped lazily around your waist, his chin tucked on your shoulder.

“Dumbass,” he muttered, but his voice was soft. “Come here.”

He leaned in and gave you the quickest, softest kiss — not explosive or rough, just a real, sweet moment. You smirked.

Then you dramatically wiped it off with the back of your hand.

Silence.

Bakugo blinked.

“…The hell was that?”

You blinked innocently. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t feel like being kissed right now.”

He stared at you, mouth slightly parted, like you’d just personally kicked Explosion Murder God Dynamight in the gut.

“…What?”

You turned to look at your nails, smug as ever. “Guess I’m just not in the mood.”

He stood up so fast it made your heart jump. One hand cupped your face, the other wrapped around your waist, and bam — he kissed you again, hard, intense, like he was reclaiming stolen territory. You barely had a second to react before he kissed you again — slower this time. Lingering. Hot. Butterflies everywhere.

You stared at him, wide-eyed.

“You wipe that off,” he growled, voice low, “and I’ll kiss you so many times your damn lips fall off.”

You couldn’t even speak. He smirked, cheeks a little red.

“That’s what I thought.”

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Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

He was SO proud. He’d spent the whole day hyping himself up just to press the tiniest kiss to your cheek. And when he finally did — blush creeping up to his ears, lips feather-soft — he pulled back with the sweetest smile ever.

But you?

You wiped it away.

His face fell.

“Oh—wait—did I—was that—did I do something wrong?”

Your lips twitched. “Nah. I just didn’t feel like it.”

Izuku panicked. “I—wait—I didn’t mean to—was that too soon? Too fast?? I should’ve—maybe we can—OH MY GOD I MESSED UP—”

You burst out laughing and tugged on his sleeve. “Midoriya, it’s a prank. Chill.”

He froze.

“…A prank?”

You nodded, smug. “Yep.”

He blinked again, then grinned. Like full-on sunshine-grin, like he just won a gold medal in “Best Boyfriend Ever.”

“You got me good,” he chuckled nervously. “But, uh—does that mean I can—can I kiss you again?”

You barely had time to answer before he pressed a kiss to your other cheek. Then your forehead. Then your nose. Then your lips — soft and sweet and so ridiculously affectionate your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

“Still not in the mood?” he whispered, lips brushing yours.

You melted into him, dizzy with butterflies.

“I’m very much in the mood now.”

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Eijiro Kirishima

Kirishima always looked at you like you hung the stars — like you were the coolest, prettiest, strongest person alive. So when he kissed you, it was with that same reverence — gentle and soft, fingers brushing your cheek, a smile on his lips before he leaned in.

You could feel your cheeks burning.

And then, right in front of him, you wiped it away.

“…HUH?” He looked genuinely offended. “Was—was it bad?! Was I not manly enough?!”

You gave him a teasing look. “Mmm… could’ve been better.”

He stared at you like you had just personally challenged him to a duel.

“Say less.”

Suddenly, he had you scooped in his arms like a damn prince, and before you could sass him again, he kissed you again — longer, deeper, full of this earnest, smitten energy that made your toes curl. He pulled back, and you saw the sparkle in his eyes.

“Better?”

You were dazed. Blushing. Absolutely leveled.

“I—um—yeah—”

“Nope,” he grinned. “You don’t get to wipe that off.”

And then he kissed you again. And again. And again — your laughter echoing through the room, every kiss landing on your cheeks, your forehead, your neck, your lips.

“You’re never getting rid of these,” he teased.

And honestly?

You didn’t want to.

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

You write so well 🥲 can I ask for a short lil writing with Izuku, Bakugo, denki and Kirishima where there is a new student but the moment she enters they’re like star struck from how pretty she is so it’s like love at first sight? Just like anything sweet haha thanks!!

That’s SUCH a cute idea!!! Here it is it was so fun writing it, hope you like it.

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Katsuki Bakugo

“Tch. Dunces, the lot of you.”

Bakugo was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes shut, doing his usual “I’m too cool to care” routine while the class buzzed around him.

Then the door clicked open.

He cracked one eye open.

And froze.

She stepped inside like she didn’t even realize she’d just ruined his entire world. Hair shining, uniform crisp, the kind of soft expression that made his stomach do something annoying.

His eye twitched.

Nope. No. Absolutely not.

But his gaze didn’t move. He couldn’t look away. When she smiled politely at the class, something inside his chest squeezed uncomfortably.

“What the hell is this?” he muttered under his breath, scowling.

She looked in his direction. He immediately looked away, jaw tightening.

But the tips of his ears turned very red.

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Izuku Midoriya

He was scribbling in his notebook, deep in analysis over a new move he saw All Might use years ago. Class hadn’t even started yet, but Izuku was already muttering theories under his breath.

Then he heard the door open.

He didn’t even look up at first—just another student, probably. But then the room went quiet. Too quiet. That’s when he glanced up.

And his pen slipped from his hand.

There she stood—new, unfamiliar, breathtaking. Her eyes scanned the classroom nervously, and Izuku swore everything slowed down. His heart pounded as his cheeks flushed bright red.

W-Who is she? His brain tried to activate but failed. He watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and offered a shy smile to the class. It knocked the air out of his lungs.

When their eyes briefly met, he shot up from his chair so fast it squeaked.

“I—uh—Welcome to Class 1-A!” he stammered, voice cracking mid-sentence. “I’m Midoriya! I mean—I’m Izuku! Midoriya Izuku. I mean—Welcome!!”

She smiled.

He died (in a good way).

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Denki Kaminari

“Bro, I’m telling you, she’s gonna walk in and fall in love with me instantly. New girl always does.”

“Denki, that’s literally never happened,” Sero deadpanned.

Denki grinned, leaning back on two legs of his chair like he was in a movie.

Then the door opened.

His chair slammed back to the floor as he stood in one dramatic motion.

“Holy—” he whispered, jaw dropping.

She was glowing. Not like, actually glowing—but was she glowing?? Her eyes sparkled as she glanced around, a little shy, a little hopeful.

He felt his heart somersault.

“Yep. There it is. That’s the love of my life,” he said, still staring, dreamy smile spreading across his face. “I saw her for three seconds and I’m ready to give her my last pudding cup.”

Sero groaned. “You don’t even share those with me.”

“I’d give her everything,” Denki whispered.

Then she smiled, and he short-circuited a little.

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Eijiro Kirishima

He was mid-laugh, arm slung over Sero’s chair, telling a story about some sparring mishap when he noticed it—the vibe shift. The room went still, a breathless pause.

He turned toward the door—

And there she was.

Everything about her screamed soft, new, kind. She looked a little nervous, fingers playing with the edge of her sleeve, but her smile was the warmest thing he’d ever seen.

Whoa.

He stood up automatically, eyes wide, heart pounding with something unfamiliar—but so good.

She glanced his way.

He smiled—big, genuine, the kind that made people feel safe.

“Hey! Welcome! You’re gonna love it here!” he said, voice a little more excited than usual.

She smiled back, and he felt it in his soul.

He turned to Sero, still staring after her.

“I think I’m in love, man.”

Sero rolled his eyes. “You said that about the tea lady at lunch.”

“No, no,” Kirishima whispered. “This one’s different.”

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

“You Cold or Just Miss Me?”

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The apartment was freezing.

You had kicked the heater three times. It hissed at you like a sassy little demon and stayed broken. Your hoodie was nowhere to be found, and your toes were going numb. You wrapped a blanket around yourself like a sad burrito, staring out at the grey sky from the couch.

That’s when your eyes drifted to his door.

Bakugou’s room.

You knew he had hoodies. Big, warm ones.

The kind that looked like they’d feel like a hug. A grumpy, spicy, cinnamon roll-scented hug.

You waited a solid 45 seconds before you gave in, shuffled across the hall like a shivering raccoon, and cracked open his door.

It was neat. Too neat. Bed made, weights in the corner, shelves lined with cologne and deodorant and some kind of expensive-looking hair stuff.

And right there on the back of his chair: a big, black hoodie with the word “DIE” on the sleeve in angry red letters.

Perfect.

You slipped it on. It was warm. Soft. Smelled like him—spice, smoke, and the faintest bit of caramel.

And then the front door opened.

You froze.

Footsteps.

Bakugou’s voice. “Yo, you home? Heater’s still busted—”

His sentence cut off as he turned the corner and saw you.

In his hoodie. On his couch. Hugging your knees and buried in the sleeves that covered your hands like paws.

He blinked. Stared. And then, his ears turned pink.

“…The hell you doin’ in my hoodie?”

You made a dramatic shivering noise. “Freezing to death. Thought you’d want me to live.”

He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched—he was fighting a smile.

“You got a hundred damn hoodies.”

“I lost all of them. Tragic accident. It was this or hypothermia.”

He raised an eyebrow. “So you risked death just to steal mine?”

You beamed. “It’s warm. Smells good. Feels safe.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just scratched the back of his neck, trying not to look flustered. His voice dipped, softer this time.

“…It looks good on you.”

Your heart did a little flip. “Yeah?”

Bakugou shrugged like it was nothing, but the tips of his ears were so red.

“Whatever. Keep it.”

You tilted your head. “Oh? So I get to steal all your clothes now?”

“Don’t push it.”

You patted the couch next to you. “C’mon. Sit. We can be hoodie twins. You wear a hoodie, I wear your hoodie.”

He grumbled something under his breath and plopped down next to you, arms crossing like he wasn’t secretly pleased.

You leaned into his side, stealing even more of his warmth.

“…You’re not gonna give that back, are you?” he asked after a minute.

You yawned dramatically. “Never.”

And Bakugou? He just sighed—smiling now, even if he tried to hide it.

“…Tch. Dumbass.”

But he didn’t ask for it back.

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

uhm.....hey girlie😘 I RLLY LOVE UR WORK LIKE UR SO TALENTED 😘🙈

so I was thinkin abt this fic abt husband bakugou and wife y/n whereby the have like twins who are teenager (a girl and a boy). and maybe other kids idk but the twins are most essential

so like this is where bakugo basically had to stand up for his wife after their sons disrespect towards her (the reason could be anything)

the other siblings are just there for the plot lol 🦥 and with a happy ending 😛

hope this reaches you😭✋😘

LOVE U LOTS 😘🤟

helloooo OMGG THIS MEANS A LOT YOURE so sweetttt. I love you more and hope you like it my love @kinara359

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“You don’t talk to your mother like that.”

(Husband Bakugou x Wife!Reader | Protective Dad Mode | Teen Twins | DILF ALERT | Fluff Ending)

Dinner was awkward.

You were halfway through a quiet reminder to your teen son—just a simple “Hey, could you help out with the dishes more?”—when it happened.

He snapped. Not loudly. Not even yelling.

Just enough of an attitude, just enough of that sharp, disrespectful tone to sting.

The kind that made your heart sink.

Your daughter looked up immediately, eyes darting to her twin. The younger kids went still, sensing something was off. And Bakugou—

Bakugou didn’t say a word. Not yet.

He sat at the head of the table, arms crossed over his chest, jaw ticking.

His hair was still messy as ever, though the blond had deepened into a slightly darker, almost golden shade. A few strands fell over his forehead, the same forehead that now had a slight crease from years of parenting (and yelling). His sharp red eyes stayed trained on your son, expression unreadable. His stubble had turned into something between rugged and intentional—a look he totally didn’t care about (but you definitely did).

And the man aged like sin.

Broad shoulders, arms still built like a pro hero, veins peeking from the forearms that rested on the table. His black shirt clung to his chest like it was grateful for the view. Years hadn’t dulled him—they made him even hotter. Grown-man hot. The kind that made even other moms do a double take at school pick-up.

He looked at your son. Then pushed his chair back.

“Katsuki—” you said gently, knowing that look. “It’s fine. He’s just stressed, he didn’t mean—”

Bakugou stood slowly. His voice calm, but firm. Dangerous in the way that made your stomach flip.

“No.”

He was already halfway down the hall. The house went completely quiet, everyone pretending not to listen.

You heard the door open, and then his voice—deep and low, but not yelling.

“You listen to me. I don’t give a damn how old you are, or how much you think you know. You do not talk to your mother like that.”

Silence.

“She’s the reason you even have a damn roof over your head. She’s been here since day one. While I was off fighting villains, she was raising all of you. You show her some damn respect.”

Another pause.

“…She’s my wife. And if I ever hear you use that tone again, we’re gonna have a real problem.”

You didn’t hear what your son mumbled in response, but a moment later, Bakugou came back. Calm. Collected. And stupidly attractive.

He sat down like nothing happened, brushing his hand against your leg under the table—gentle, reassuring.

Then came the sound of soft footsteps.

Your son returned to the table, head low.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” he mumbled. “That was out of line.”

You gave him a small smile, heart aching with love. “Thank you, sweetheart. Come eat before it gets cold.”

His sister kicked him lightly under the table and whispered, “Told you he was gonna go full dad-mode.”

The younger kids giggled. The tension lifted.

And Bakugou?

He just leaned over to you with that signature half-smirk and whispered against your ear:

“Still got it.”

You tried not to melt. “That protective husband thing you just did?”

His smirk widened. “Yeah?”

“Hot. Really hot.”

He gave your thigh a quick squeeze. “Remind me later. I’ll show you just how hot.”

And that night?

He did.

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Hi!! I absolutely LOOOOVE your fics!! I was wondering if I could request something where the reader is hanging out with Bakugou, and she takes off her hoodie/jacket—one she always wears, so he’s never seen her without it—and it turns out she’s tatted up. (I’m tatted up myself, and it would make me feel included!!)😭

If you can’t do it then it’s totally fine! still love you🩷

HI!!! OMG THANK YOU—you’re literally the sweetest!! And YES, I’d love to write that for you!! I’m so glad you brought this idea up—tattoos deserve to be shown off, and I love including those little details that make readers feel seen. You’re absolutely included here.

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“You never said you were hiding something so beautiful.”

(Bakugou x Reader | Tattoo Reveal | Soft & Fluffy)

It was quiet. One of those cozy, slow afternoons where everything felt soft around the edges. You were curled up on the couch at Bakugou’s place, the rain outside tapping gently against the windows. A blanket draped across your legs, and an old hoodie tugged over your hands—the same one you always wore.

He was sitting beside you, legs stretched out, fingers lazily flipping through his phone, though you knew he wasn’t really paying attention. He kept glancing your way like he always did when he thought you weren’t looking.

You gave a little sigh, feeling warm enough to finally pull your hoodie off. It was such a simple motion—shrugging out of it and tossing it over the couch cushion.

But it made him pause.

Silence. No more scrolling. No more casual glances.

You looked over at him, puzzled. “What?”

He was staring—not in a bad way. Just… completely caught off guard. His red eyes were wide, locked on your arms, your collarbone, your shoulders. The tattoos. The ones no one ever saw. The ones you’d kept for yourself.

“…You never told me,” he said quietly. “That you had tattoos.”

You tucked your knees up, suddenly a little shy. “I didn’t think it mattered. I just—wear hoodies a lot. That’s all.”

He didn’t speak right away. He was still looking, but softer now. Like every line of ink told him something about you, and he was trying to listen.

“I think it’s beautiful,” he said, voice lower this time.

You blinked, unsure you’d heard him right.

He glanced away, cheeks just barely flushed, but his voice stayed firm. “The art. The meaning. All of it. It suits you. I just… I didn’t know.”

You let out a tiny laugh, a little breathless. “You’re really full of surprises, you know that?”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, “you’re the one keeping all the pretty things hidden.”

That made your heart skip a beat.

He looked at you again, softer than he ever had before. “You never have to hide anything with me. Not ever.”

And when you leaned your head on his shoulder, he didn’t say a word. Just wrapped an arm around you and held you there, fingertips brushing gently over the edge of your tattoo like he was tracing stars.

The hoodie stayed on the couch for the rest of the day.

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Hey!! I’ve read a lot of your fics and I love them sm, so can you plsss write a fan fic about if reader got stood up and went crying back to her dorm, and like I want: deku, katsuki, shouto, denki, Kirishima.

These are adorable omgg I can’t but yeah here they are, I loved writing them so much so I hope you enjoy reading them as much.

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Izuku Midoriya (Deku)

You barely managed to make it back to your dorm before the tears fell. You had tried to smile through it, pretending maybe they were just late, but… no. They never showed.

You shut your door softly, not wanting anyone to hear—

Knock knock.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

Izuku’s voice made your heart squeeze.

You didn’t answer, but the door creaked open anyway, and the moment he saw you sitting in your pretty outfit with red-rimmed eyes, he froze.

“Oh no…” he whispered, stepping inside carefully.

You looked up at him, lips trembling. “They didn’t come.”

He crossed the room in two seconds, kneeling in front of you like you were something precious.

“I’m so sorry. They’re stupid. So, so stupid.”

He held your hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your knuckles. “You deserve someone who’d run to you. Who’d panic if they were even a minute late. Not someone who leaves you hurting like this.”

You started crying again—and he pulled you into a hug, warm and safe.

“Until that person shows up, can I be your plan B?” he whispered into your hair. “For anything. For everything.”

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Katsuki Bakugo

You didn’t mean to run into Bakugo. You were just trying to sneak back to your room when he saw you.

“Oi. Where the hell were you all dressed up like that?”

You froze, biting your lip, eyes stinging. You didn’t say anything—you didn’t have to.

His eyes narrowed. He stepped closer. “Did someone do something to you?”

You shook your head, barely whispering, “They didn’t come.”

His hands clenched into fists. His jaw flexed. For a second, he looked like he might explode.

Then… he didn’t.

He just took a deep breath, stepped beside you, and grabbed your hand—roughly, but with purpose.

“Come on.”

“Where are we going?” you asked quietly.

“Bakery down the street. You like those stupid sweet buns. My treat.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to, dumbass.”

Later, he sat across from you, glaring at the person who stood you up like they could feel it from miles away.

“If they ever come crawling back, you tell them you’ve already got someone better.”

You blinked.

He looked away.

“…Obviously I meant me.”

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Shoto Todoroki

The knock on your door was soft and precise—two gentle taps.

You opened it with puffy eyes, still in the dress you’d put on for the date that never happened.

Shoto blinked once, eyes flickering over your tear-streaked face.

“You look beautiful,” he said calmly.

Your lips quivered. You didn’t want to look beautiful. You wanted to feel happy.

“They didn’t show up.”

He nodded once like he understood. Then held out a tiny bouquet of pressed flowers—soft blue petals and warm pink tones.

“…These were for after your date, but I think I should give them to you now.”

You took them, speechless.

“Why?”

He tilted his head, expression gentle.

“Because you should never leave a date empty-handed. And because if I were the one taking you out, you’d never feel this way.”

Later, you sat beside him, sipping tea while he read beside you. No words needed. Just warmth and quiet comfort.

And maybe… something else lingering in the air.

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Denki Kaminari

You didn’t even make it to your dorm. You sat under the stairs near the back of the building, trying not to cry.

Then—

“Y/N?”

Denki peeked around the corner. He froze when he saw you.

“Wait, are you crying? Oh no—what happened? Who do I electrocute?!”

You laughed through the tears, wiping at your face. “They stood me up.”

“…Oh.” His voice softened.

He crouched beside you, pulling something from his hoodie pocket.

It was a crumpled sticker of a sparkly yellow star.

“I was saving this for something cool but… you need it more.”

He stuck it on your shirt over your heart.

“Because you’re still a star. Even if someone else couldn’t see it.”

You stared at him.

He gave you a sheepish grin. “Also… I have two movie tickets and no one to go with. Wanna ditch the sadness and watch robots punch each other?”

You smiled—really smiled this time—and nodded.

He jumped up, fist in the air. “YES! Operation: Cheer Up The Prettiest Human begins now!”

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Eijiro Kirishima

You got back to your dorm and collapsed face-first on your bed, not bothering to change.

You didn’t expect anyone to come knocking.

But then you heard his voice.

“Y/N? I… I saw you sitting alone earlier. You okay?”

You cracked the door open and he blinked in surprise.

“Whoa… wait, did someone make you cry?”

You nodded once, eyes welling again.

“They didn’t show up. I waited two hours.”

His whole body tensed. You could see how mad he was—but not at you.

“That’s not manly at all.”

Then he smiled softly, pulling you into the warmest hug.

“But hey. You know what is manly? Knowing you deserve better. Letting people who care about you lift you up.”

You buried your face into his chest, tears soaking his shirt.

“I was really excited.”

“I know.”

Later, he brought you to the common room where he made you a silly tea tower (he stacked five mugs just to make you laugh) and told you fun, dumb stories until you were giggling into the couch pillows.

“Next time you get dressed up,” he said, nudging your shoulder, “make sure I get to see you first. I wanna be the one to tell you how gorgeous you look.”

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

HI!! Hope your doing well whatever day you read this :] I was wondering if I could request a Bakugo headcanons or fic where reader sometimes gets really anxious due to their quirk when she's overwhelmed/stressed (The quirk being like a danger detector/radar n sometimes "malfunctions" when upset, Detecting non-threats as threats and being on a more high alert)

when she's anxious, she jumps when someone touches her unexpectedly(which can sometimes result in a self defense response) flinches if someone moves to fast or close to her, no matter who it is. The class usually doesn't help since Bakugo is always the first on scene, sometimes catching warning signs before the reader!!

No pressure or issue if you'd like to reject my request!! It was a bit complicated for me to even type this out so I completely understand if you do ^_^

Oh my gosh—first of all, HI!!

Second—You explained it perfectly, and honestly? This idea is so beautiful and unique. I’d be honored to write it. You’re absolutely getting your anxious!Reader x Protective!Bakugo fic, no rejections here.

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Title: “You’re Safe, I Swear.”

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Protective!Bakugo

Summary: Your quirk keeps you safe—but when you’re overwhelmed, it turns everything into a threat. Loud noises. Fast movements. Even your friends. It’s hard to explain.

Except… Bakugo gets it. And somehow, he always knows when to show up.

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It always starts with the static.

A quiet hum in the back of your head that buzzes louder and louder until you can’t breathe.

Your quirk—“Instinct”—was supposed to be helpful. A danger radar, an alert system. Something that flared when something bad was nearby.

But sometimes, your brain couldn’t tell the difference between an actual threat… and a thrown pencil. A loud laugh. A classmate getting too close, too fast.

You were stressed.

Exhausted.

And the noise in your head was screaming.

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“Hey, are you okay?” Mina asked, crouching next to your desk. She reached out to touch your shoulder—

You flinched. Hard. Your chair screeched back as you nearly tumbled away from her.

Your heart pounded. You couldn’t breathe.

It wasn’t her fault.

You knew that.

But still—your body was already bracing for impact.

“Shit,” a voice barked from across the room. “Back off—she’s not good right now.”

Bakugo.

He was across the room a second ago. How did he even—?

Mina backed off, worried but understanding.

“Thanks,” you muttered, breath shaking.

Bakugo didn’t answer. He just dropped into the seat beside you, crossing his arms, glaring at anyone who even looked your way. His voice lowered, just for you.

“Your head buzzing again?”

You nodded, slow.

He stared at you, and something in his expression softened. “You feel like everything’s a threat?”

You hesitated. “…Yeah.”

He nodded once. “Then I’ll stay. You don’t gotta talk.”

You blinked, and that was when it hit you.

He got it.

Maybe not the whole thing—but enough.

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This wasn’t the first time he’d been there.

He always knew when you were off. You didn’t know how.

Maybe it was the way your hands trembled when you thought no one was looking.

Or how your eyes darted to every sudden movement.

Or how you flinched when even a friend reached for you.

No one else really noticed.

Not like he did.

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Later that night, you sat curled on the dorm rooftop, blanket wrapped around your shoulders, knees pulled up tight.

Bakugo dropped beside you without a word. His warmth was immediate, grounding.

He didn’t say anything for a while. Just sat with you under the stars.

“Your quirk’s not broken, y’know,” he said eventually.

You turned to him. “Feels like it is.”

He glanced at you. “It’s not. You’re not.”

Silence. Then—

“I hate that you feel like you have to apologize when you’re overwhelmed. Like it’s your fault.”

His voice was low, rough. “It’s not. Your brain’s just trying to protect you. That’s not something to feel bad about.”

You stared at him. “You’re… really good at this.”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well. Don’t tell anyone. I got a rep to protect.”

You laughed softly—and his shoulders relaxed.

Then you felt his hand gently brush yours.

You tensed—out of habit—and he immediately pulled back.

But you looked at him. “It’s okay,” you whispered. “Try again?”

He blinked, surprised. Then nodded. Slower this time, his fingers slid between yours. No pressure. Just presence.

Warmth.

“Better?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah. You make it better.”

He didn’t smile—but the corners of his lips twitched up, just a little.

And then, even quieter:

“I got you, dumbass. Always.”

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[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Part 2: “Wait… It’s You?”

Part 1 is here!!

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The night air is crisp when you arrive at the park, hugging your coat tighter.

Your heart is racing, legs bouncing as you sit on the bench, lit faintly by the old streetlamp above.

You check your phone.

No new messages.

He said he’d come.

Would he?

And then—

Footsteps.

You glance up—and your breath catches.

There he is.

Bakugo Katsuki.

Hands shoved in his pockets, hair spiked up like always, but his usual scowl?

Nowhere in sight.

He looks nervous.

“I—uh,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but yours. “Didn’t think I’d actually be this freakin’ nervous.”

You blink. “Katsuki…?”

He winces. “You can still call me Bakugo if you want. Or… BoomBoy.”

He pauses, then lets out a soft, embarrassed groan. “God, that’s so cringe out loud.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself.

He glances at you, startled—then melts just a little.

“You’re really him,” you whisper. “You’re my BoomBoy.”

His eyes meet yours, slow and vulnerable.

“And you’re my dumbass,” he says quietly.

Your heart does a backflip.

There’s a long pause.

Then he walks over and sits beside you. His shoulder brushes yours. You swear sparks fly.

“I was such an idiot,” he murmurs. “I thought teasing you would make me stop thinking about you. I didn’t know how to deal with… whatever this is.”

You look up at him, eyes soft. “And online?”

He shrugs, cheeks dusted pink. “I was just… me. With you. No pressure. No pride. Just—”

He hesitates. “You made me want to be better. And I didn’t even know it was you.”

He glances away. “Guess I’m in love with the girl I’ve been annoying since day one. Go figure.”

You stare at him. “You’re… in love with me?”

He looks at you like you’ve just asked if the sky is blue.

“Of course I am. Idiot.”

You can’t help it—you laugh, covering your mouth.

Then, slowly, you reach over and take his hand.

He stares at your fingers wrapped in his. His jaw clenches—then softens.

“I still can’t believe this is real,” you say. “I thought BoomBoy was this sweet, soft guy… not you.”

He scoffs. “I am sweet. Sometimes.”

Then he looks at you. “Especially with you.”

And then—he leans in.

His hand cradles the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek so gently it makes your breath catch.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers.

You nod, eyes fluttering shut.

His lips are warm and soft, barely pressing into yours at first, like he’s afraid to break you.

Then he deepens it just a little, hand sliding to the back of your neck, his forehead pressed against yours when he finally pulls away.

You’re both blushing, breathing each other in.

“I’ll never call you dumbass again,” he says softly.

You smile. “You literally called me that five minutes ago.”

“Fine,” he mutters, grinning against your lips. “But now it means I love you.”

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