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⏤ wounds.

ask: Hi if requests are still open could I please request a Dabi(Touya) x civilian reader? Where she finds him badly injured and unconscious then she drags him back to her apartment to treat his wounds and when Dabi regains consciousness he finds her sleeping next to him in her bed.

pairing: dabi / f!reader

wordcount: 3.4k

genre: angst, fluff, strangers to something more(?)

warning: brief descriptions of injuries and pain, swearing, a makeout scene, suggestive but literally nothing happens, dabi is kind of ooc? but not really

+ summary: dabi is extremely hurt, and you are the only one there to help him.

note! this is the first thing i’ve written on here since my hiatus almost 2 years ago! i hope you like it

Music thumped through the brick wall and into the narrow alleyway. This club was pretentious to say the least, but it provided a loud, pounding wall of safety from the dangerous streets. The darkness of the city after dark only brought the stench of danger and death, something Dabi didn’t prefer, but knew well. He still went out anyway.

Dabi is always careful when he goes out. Sure, he gets hurt sometimes, but never anything too serious or life threatening. It’s a habit of his, one he is extremely determined on keeping. But, no matter how careful he is, something is bound to slip through at one point or another.

Blood seeped through the gash on his side. It leaked past his white shirt, staining it a deep red and dripping onto the ground as he leaned against the wall of the alley. His scarred hand pressed against the wound and he groaned, falling to the ground letting out a sputtered cough.

So much for being careful.

“Those bastards,” he grunted. His legs pushed against the ground before he hunched over and heaved for breath. He felt his mouth fill with saliva as he hyperventilated and squeezed his eyes shut.

They stabbed him with a knife. He killed them, of course. Burning them to a crisp in one glance. But that didn’t help the gaping wound in his side.

This isn’t an often occurrence for Dabi; he hardly ever got hurt, and when he did, it was always on his own accord. He could deal with the pain from burns, at least those didn’t make him feel like he was dying from the inside out. Being stabbed was a different kind of pain, though. Dabi felt like he was really about to die.

But then, his saving grace.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” A voice came from his left. Your voice was panicked and shaky, but oh so gentle.

You came into view and his vision blurred. Your hand was warm against his cheek and cool against the wound on his side, a fresh relief. You pulled the purse off your shoulder and sifted through the items before pulling out a cellphone and dialing something on the keypad.

Dabi’s hand grabbed your wrist and he shook his head.

“What?” you looked at him. “I’m going to call an ambulance, you need to go to the hospital.”

He shook his head again and grunted, trying to push himself up into a sitting position. “No hospitals. No police.”

His voice was rough and deep, it took you a moment to process what exactly he was saying. When you did, you felt your heart fall in your chest.

“Okay, okay... no hospitals or police...” you sucked in a breath. “I can take you to my apartment, it’s just up there.” you pointed to a window above them on the other side of the alley.

Dabi nodded and felt his vision blurring once more. He knew he wouldn’t be able to stay conscious much longer.

“Come on, stay with me please,” you spoke softly, trying to pull him up on his feet. “I need you to walk, I’ll help you just please try and stand up.”

Your arms pulled him up to his feet and he stumbled, falling on top of your smaller frame. You grunted at the weight and tried to drag him to your apartment building.

One step, two steps. A few more through the door when your entered the digits on the keypad. Finally into the apartment building.

Dabi collapsed.

Dabi woke up with an ache in his side. He let out a groan and shifted his body, turning to his stomach and running his hand through his hair. His eyes fluttered open and, much to his surprise, sleeping beside him was a girl.

You looked familiar, but he didn’t know why. Did he sleep with you? No, he shook his head. You were fully clothed and looked far too peaceful for having spent the night in bed with him.

Then, another sharp pain in his abdomen. He sucked in a breath and let his hand drift to the ache. He was shirtless, a white bandage wrapped around his waist. Oh, right. He got stabbed. So your were the one who helped him then.

your sudden movement caught his attention. You stretched your arms out and your eyes opened slowly.

“Good morning.” you smiled, looking into his cerulean eyes. Intimidating yet warm, and very, very confused. “Did you sleep well?” your voice was gentle, just like before. But this time it was calmer, more comfortable.

Dabi lifted his arm and tucked it under his head. “Care to explain why ‘m sleepin’ in your bed, angel?”

Deflected your question with his own, of course. That was what he was best at.

You shifted and turned your gaze away from his own. It felt like they were burning holes in your eyes; scary and understandably so. He must’ve been a villain. You weren’t sure if you could hold eye contact with him for more than three seconds. “You were hurt badly. Like, really bad, and you didn’t want me to take you to the hospital so I tried my best to patch you up here. You were also running a high fever, probably from the loss of blood. I let you sleep in my bed, and I was going to sleep on the couch, but you kept waking up from these... nightmares? I felt bad leaving you so... I just came to sleep here in case you needed anything.”

Your hand found the bandage on his waist and you brushed your fingers against the white fabric. Thank god the blood wasn’t leaking through anymore. “What’s your name, anyway? And how did you get hurt so badly? Don’t tell me it’s the reason why you didn’t want me taking you to the hospital or calling the police...”

He felt you finch when he grabbed your wrist.

“I’m Dabi, angel face. You have a name? Or do you prefer me calling you ‘angel’?”

You laughed a little out of sheer awkwardness. “My name is y/n.”

Dabi hummed and pulled you closer to his body until your chests were touching. You were cold. “You okay, y/n? You seem a little shaken up.”

You pushed him away and got out of the bed. “What are you trying to do?”

He sat up and leaned against the headboard, a slight smirk on his lips. “Just trying to repay you for helpin’ me out last night. Want me to make you feel good? Tell me what you want, princess. I’ll give it to you.”

“We literally just met, Dabi. I only learned your name two minutes ago. Stop being a creep and have some human decency, for god’s sake. I just saved your life.”

You slipped out of the bedroom door and walked toward the kitchen. Dabi frowned and got out of the bed, following behind you.

Dabi was not a creep. Well, not in the sense that you were getting at; he was a villain. He assumed it fit his image and it was easy to assume such things, but it wasn’t fair of you to say that. But then again, he did just try and make a move on you... maybe it was warranted.

Who could blame him, though? You were alluring in your own right. Pretty skin, cute smile, bright eyes. You helped him when he thought he was going to die. Now that was something he didn’t quite process. Who was he kidding? That was horrifying; but then again, nothing was ever as horrifying as what happened when he was a child. Either way, he really was grateful for your help. He just didn’t know how to show it.

You knew he was following you, but you didn’t speak. You would make him some breakfast, then kick him out. So much for the butterflies fluttering in your stomach whenever he spoke.

“Sorry about that,” Dabi said after a few minutes of silence between the two of you. The sizzling of rice being coated in oil and vegetables was loud. It smelled way too good to be considered fried rice.

You hummed in response and tapped your fingers against the handle of the spatula in your hand. “It’s okay.”

Well that wasn’t much of a surprise, but it still took him aback. You were too kind for your own good.

“Thank you, though. For real.”

“It’s the least I can do. Even though you’re a villain, and if the police find out I helped you, I’ll probably get arrested and then lose my scholarship and fail at my dream of becoming a doctor. But it’s okay.”

Now that, that was a surprise.

“You wanna be a doctor?” not the doctor part. (he was honestly not surprised about that, it only made sense. you actually knew what you were doing and how to help him). he was surprised that you were this open to him.

“Yeah,” you paused as you pulled out bowls to put the rice in. “It’s technically my parents’ dream for me. But I’ve realized I enjoy it a lot more than I thought I would. I like helping people, it makes me happy.” You handed him his bowl and sat beside him. “I just realized that’s probably the last thing you wanna hear. Don’t villains find the idea of helping people disgusting?”

Dabi laughed.

It was a warm, gravely laugh, probably due to the fact he just woke up. It made your heart feel like it was being coated in thick honey and you felt heat rise to your face. You liked his laugh.

“I don’t know about other villains, but I really could not care less. But no, the last thing I would want to hear is you being a hero. That would be terrifying.”

You felt a smile creep up your lips and a tight feeling grew in your chest. “Yeah, never. I have too weak a quirk to do that. And putting my life on the line? No thanks. I have way too much to lose.”

“Too much to lose, huh?” he said. He ate some of the rice. “What’s your quirk? Some healing shit?”

You shook your head. “No, but that would be ideal. I have a simple nature quirk. Like I can grow flowers and make the leaves change color.”

“Sweet quirk for a sweet girl.”

You flushed. “What’s yours?”

Dabi held out a single finger and in a split second, a small blue flame emitted from the tip. “Just fire. I’d show you more but I might burn your apartment down and you’d murder me. Plus I’d feel a little bad.”

“Blue fire?”

“Yeah.”

“What were your parents’ quirks? I’ve never seen anyone have blue fire before.” you asked innocently. Dabi gritted his teeth.

“Fire and ice, i guess. I don’t remember too well, though. Haven’t seen ‘em in a long time.”

You were about to ask another question, but realized it might be a little insensitive. Besides, it was none of your business.

“Sorry,” you murmured. Then, you ate.

You weren’t quite sure what had happened, but you saw Dabi quite frequently nowadays.

After you told him you had a night class, you would often see him outside the campus waiting for you so he could walk you home. Other times, he would bring you little things like food or candy.

You assumed it made him happy; bringing you things or walking you home. It would be a lie if you said it didn’t make you happy as well. He was sort of a dandere type; he let you do most of the talking and sometimes it seemed like he didn’t care, but he proved that he was listening when he brought you the snacks that you told him you liked, or when he gave you a little nightlight after you told him you were afraid of the dark.

He was sweet; unbelievably so. And over the past few weeks, you realized that you might have a major romantic connection to him. It was almost like you were in a relationship together, but not really.

You had never gone out on a date or anything like that, but you could tell he liked you in a certain way. The way he teased you or called you cute. The way he slept over in your bed often. At first he said it was because he didn’t want to go back to his place since his roommates were annoying.

It was the way he hugged you when he said goodbye or the lingering gazes when you would cook him dinner. One time you kissed him on the cheek when he was pretending he was asleep. You swore you saw him blush.

Tonight felt different. You hadn’t seen him in a few days; he was away, he said. He told you not to worry, but you did. How could you not? He was like your best friend.

There was a knock on your door. It was loud and hard, and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You walked quickly to the peephole, and much to your surprise, dabi was standing there. You flung the door open.

“Dabi,” you ran into his arms, hugging around his waist tightly and burying your face into his chest. You let out a shaky breath and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Hey, angel,” he said softly and rested his face on the top of your head, breathing in deeply. “Missed you,” he muttered. He kissed your head gently and hummed. “We should go inside, baby.”

You sniffled and nodded, pulling away from his warm body and interlacing your hand with his own before leading him inside and closing the door behind you.

“How was it?” you asked. You never asked about his ‘work’. You knew it made him a little upset. Not that he didn’t trust you, he just didn’t like you hearing about that side of himself. He had his own motivations and drives, as did you. You didn’t question them, because you knew they were valid.

He sighed and sat on your couch, leaning back and running his hands down his face. “It was fine, just tiring,” he said.

He closed his eyes and tossed his head back, resting his arm on the back of the couch, his long legs spread wide. Sometimes you forgot how tall he was. You never forgot how attractive he was.

You fiddled with your fingers as you stood by the coffee table. You were worried about him... how could you not? He was one of the most important people in your life right now. You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if he died.

He let out something between a sigh and a groan. You felt your insides twist.

Cerulean blue eyes opened slightly and caught yours. “C’mere, angel,” he said, opening his arms.

You complied and walked over to him, standing in between his parted thighs. He quirked a brow at your shyness and his hands found your hips, pulling you forward onto his lap so your legs were on either side of his thighs.

Your hands gripped the front of his shirt and you leaned forward, burying your head in his neck. He was so warm, obviously a result of his quirk. He smelled like campfires in the rain... a rare experience in itself. It wasn’t until Dabi started rubbing your back that you realized you were crying.

“Shhh, baby. It’s okay,” he breathed in your ear. “I’m right here, you don’t need to worry.”

You sniffled and rubbed your face against the rough skin of his neck. You kissed it gently; it made your heart drop whenever you felt his burns. You knew they didn’t hurt. It was just scar tissue. But you felt so sad whenever you thought about them, he had so much pain buried in his heart. These burns were a result of his bad past.

Dabi pulled your body closer to his own so there was no space in between. His large hands held your shoulders and pulled you so you were facing him. His long fingers grazed your cheek and settled for threading through your hair and cupping your jaw.

“Look at me,” he whispered, his burning blue eyes searching your face. You sniffled again and hesitantly looked up into them. “There she is,” he smiled and wiped your tears away with his thumbs. You let out a small laugh when he nudged her nose with his own. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head and looked down again.

“Hey, what did I say? Look at me, y/n,” your name dripped from his tongue and you felt your stomach twist. You looked up at him again.

“I’m just worried about you,” you said with a shaky breath. “And... I know you don’t want my pity but I just feel so sad when I think about what you’ve had to go through. It hurts me, thinking about it. I just want you to be happy, and I know you’re trying to accomplish your goal by working with the league, but I just...” you trailed off and looked down again. His thumb brushed your cheek again. “I just want you to be okay and safe. I know you’re doing what you have to do, but I love you and it hurts so bad seeing you in pain.”

“Angel...” he kissed your forehead. “I’m not in pain.”

You shook your head. “You are. I can tell.”

“I’m perfectly fine, don’t worry about me, okay? I didn’t get hurt.”

he was always so gentle when it came to you.

“Not physically. I mean mentally,” you sighed and brought your hands to his cheeks, mirroring his actions from before. He let his hands drop to your hips, rubbing soft circles in the dips. “Your past, the hurt you have in your heart. These scars may just be old burns, but they’re wounds. They are proof of your pain. Even if it was a long time ago.”

You kissed under his left eye. Then his right. You noticed he let out a small sigh when you kissed his jaw, then his ear, his neck, his collar bone. You looked back up at his face; his eyes were closed. You smiled softly and held under his jaw again, pulling your face closer to his. He felt your breath on his lips, but his eyes remained shut. Your thumb hesitantly traced his bottom lip and he hummed. You slowly leaned in and captured his lips in your own.

The kiss was slow and warm and sensual. It was kind of surprising that you had never kissed him before, but you realized it might have been because of what happened on the morning you met.

His grip tightened on your hips and he let out a small groan when you pulled your lips away from his own. Your hands slowly dragged down to his shoulders.

“Was that okay?” you whispered and he opened his eyes slowly.

Instead of responding, he grabbed the back of your head and kissed you again, fervently. It was hot and it made you feel like your breath had been knocked out of you, but it was slow and tight and it made your mind go fuzzy. You whimpered when his tongue traced along your gums, your grip on his shirt growing tighter and you realized you were shaking.

He moved to kiss your jaw below your ear and you swore you couldn’t breathe. He whispered something about breathing before continuing his trail of kisses down your neck, sucking at the skin there. You struggled to breathe in and you found Dabi rubbing your arm with one of his hands. He squeezed you lightly and stopped his kissing, pulling away and holding you close, pushing your head into the crook of his neck.

You whimpered when he rubbed your back again, and you were now in the same position as you were before.

He felt your hot breath on his neck and he kissed your shoulder.

“You okay?” he asked. You nodded and moved so you were facing him again. You smiled and ran your hands through his dark locks.

“I love you,” you said once more. He smiled and pecked your lips.

“I love you too.”

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shozto · 3 years

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katsu-ackerman -> shozto

tumblr username change!!

#little things #new name

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shozto · 3 years

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ahhhh if you haven’t already can you make a second part to bakugou being hit with the love quirk? tyty

i have!!! here u go love xx https://katsu-ackerman.tumblr.com/post/182328464563/love-is-in-the-air

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shozto · 4 years

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Hi welcome back! You’ve been severely missed! I was wondering by any chance If you would right for villains too I feel like they need some loving

hey!!! thank u sm for supporting this blog <33 i definitely will!! my love for them has kinda risen a lot recently soooo i’m planning on writing for them!!

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shozto · 4 years

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Heyyy, yes, I’m still interested in your writing Welcome back 😊😊😊

sweet!! i’m probably gonna reconfigure my blog & everything. after the end of term i’ll post something!! that’s this friday so !!

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shozto · 4 years

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are you guys still interested in my writing?? i’m thinking of coming back

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shozto · 4 years

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Still hyped!! I CaNT FuCKiNG WaiT Anyway!! Can I request a very very fluffy and Vanilla lazy raining day with Kirishima? (Infatuation got me like super anxious aaaaa)

awe im sorry for making u anxious!! hope you enjoy!

heheh it is actually raining rn where i am. also 2 am rainy vibes for this one :)

listen to this song! (isko - 7:06)

it was raining.

raining hard. the large water droplets plopped down on the ground, but y/n opens the door and steps outside anyways, not bothering to grab a coat.

walking out onto the porch, the girl looks around, and for a moment she can see each individual droplet as they falls from the endless void above.

her gaze shifts over to her lover.

eijiro kirishima, with his bright red hair that lay flat on his head, dark bags underneath his eyes from the endless nights studying for the final exam, large sweatshirt and shorts over his tired frame. a figure that may not look beautiful to anyone, yet y/n loves him all the same.

he was looking up towards the dark sky, his eyes closed and the rain dropped on his face, the cool breeze swaying his hair.

y/n walks forward, taking in the smell of the rain on the concrete.

she was standing, the rain all around her. it was falling hard, yet she didn’t flinch. she takes it, absorbs it.

a warm hand envelopes her own, fingers slipping in between hers.

and the sparks fly.

and the world seems to stop moving.

but she felt so red because of the flood of emotions that hit her like an ocean wave.

the girl looks over and meets the red eyes of the boy she had learned to love over the past year.

his red is the feeling you have when you get so mad at someone but forgive them two seconds later as you melt into their arms and feel the electricity that sparks as your skin meets and your tears come together as one.

describing his red is describing the passion in your heart that you feel when the force pulling you together is stronger than anything you’ve felt before. loving is red when one day feels like a lifetime, and a lifetime feels like just one day.

and with him, at that moment, y/n had never felt so complete.

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shozto · 4 years

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Oooo, how about Kirishima and his fem s/o watch the lighting and thunder with their kid and it's super fuffy with family cuddles??? ((I've seen a lot of fics where the reader is scared of the lighting and thunder, but never any about them enjoying it))

ah yes! this is so cute! i love the idea of kiri being a dad so much tbh.

also sorry i’ve not been posting as of late, i’ve been working on a story of mine. i’ll post it on here if you all want!

anyway, enjoy, my love!

y/n loved rain.

the way it smelled, the way it sounded when it plopped against the ground. the way it made the world a bit more colorful when it was done.

when eijiro and y/n’s child was first exposed to thunderstorms, he was afraid.

the loud sounds scared him, after all, he was still only four years old. it was mainly the fear of the unknown⏤ how did rain work? why did it come down? why did mom love it so much?

the crackling of thunder and the flash of lighting burst through the window, causing the young boy to jump off out of his chair and up the stairs into his parents’ room.

“dad!” the boy with black hair shouted, running to his father and burying his face in his legs.

“what’s wrong, little man?” eijiro asked, picking him up.

“the rain…” he said softly, sniffling and clutching his father’s shirt.

“the rain?” the feminine voice of the little boy’s mother, and eijiro’s wife, said softly, coming into the room and placing a hand on her son’s back.

the child nodded his head and hid his face in his father’s chest.

the couple shared a look.

eijiro chuckled softly, using his free hand to hold y/n’s. he walked down the stairs and sat on the couch beside the large panes of glass that overlooked the city and the ocean.

the waves crashed down hard on the sandy beach, lighting striking the dark, grey water. it seemed scary, but, y/n found it nice. peaceful, almost.

no loud cars were outside, no people running around. it was quiet, all except for the thunder and rain.

“does it really scare you?” y/n asked after a moment.

the younger one sniffled. “yeah.”

eijiro pulled the boy off of him and set him down between y/n and himself, draping his arm around his wife. “you know, the rain isn’t that scary if you think about it.”

“why?”

y/n smiled and looked over to her husband. “because it’s nice. rain is connected to a lot of memories i have of you and your dad.” she paused and and looked toward the window, a blush forming on her cheeks. even now, he made her feel butterflies in her stomach. “did you know, it was raining when eiji asked me to marry him?”

her son shook his head, his fearful gaze softening slightly as he looked up at her.

“it was also raining on our first date.” y/n laughed and shook her head. “it wasn’t planned, of course. we were outside eating ice cream and it just started pouring! your dad and i ran inside and he was soo mad!” she looked down at her son, still laughing. “you know what he said?” the boy shook his head no. “he said, ‘rain! it’s not manly to interrupt a date like that!’”

eijiro was grinning and he rubbed the back of his neck, causing his child to look up at him. “i was pretty mad…” his face lit up. “it was raining when you were born!”

she nodded. “it was raining the day you were brought into this world. on of the happiest days of my life.” y/n smiled and brought her knees up to her chest. “i have so many memories connected to rain, and surprisingly, none of them are bad.” she leaned her head on her knees and sighed. “if you think about it, rain isn’t so scary. it’s actually really pretty⏤ i mean look outside.”

her son looked back and forth between his mom and dad, squinting his eyes. eijiro was watching y/n with a sparkle in his eyes, a smile never leaving his face.

“i think dad thinks you’re prettier,” the boy said after a moment, causing y/n’s cheeks to heat up when she locked eyes with her husband.

“really?” she said, picking up the child and placing him on her lap.

“mhm. right, dad?”

the man, whose gaze hadn’t left y/n’s body since hummed in response. “of course.”

y/n heated up even more and she buried her face in her son’s shoulder, squealing and squeezing him tightly, falling over onto eijiro’s lap.

the young boy giggled and reached his small hands up to squish his mother’s face. “dad’s so manly.”

eijiro laughed and engulfed the two into a hug, shifting them so he could lie down on the couch with them on top of him.

“i love you guys a lot,” he said softly, kissing both of their heads and squeezing his arms around them.

“i love you too,” y/n said, lifting her head so he could place a kiss on her lips. he quickly complied and did so.

“mom, can i get a kiss too?” the little boy asked, clutching her shirt and looking up at her pleadingly.

she laughed and nodded, placing her lips on his forehead.

“you guys are my world.”

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shozto · 4 years

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aww and this one too :((

rollercoaster

hey! i made this super fast. it was fun to write!

“Why are you such an asshole?” Y/N said, walking away from the group of teens. Bakugo narrowed his brows.

“How am I an asshole?” He fumed, following after her and leaving their friends behind them.

“You treat everyone around you like shit. If someone tries to be nice, you get all upset and yell at everyone,” Y/N responded, still walking away. Bakugo followed close behind her.

“Yeah well, maybe it’s because I care about more important things than hanging out with people over the weekend!” He yelled.

Y/N stopped in her tracks and whipped around, facing the boy behind her. “Then why did you come in the first place?”

“Because shitty hair made me!”

“And? You think he made you come because he wanted to ruin your day by making you sit next to me?” She felt like her mom when she was yelling.

“Whatever,” Y/N started walking away again. “I knew you’d act like this.”

“Then why did you ask me to come?!” He grabbed her wrist.

“Because!” Bakugo was surprised at her sudden outburst. She hardly ever yelled. Never at him. “Because I thought that maybe, just maybe, for once in your goddamn life you would actually care about what someone else wanted rather than your own selfish needs!”

Bakugo didn’t know what to say.

She clenched her jaw and turned around, running away as she wiped the tears that had formed in her eyes.

“Y/N, wait!!” Kirishima yelled as she ran away.

“Good job, Bakugo,” Kaminari said sarcastically, sighing and sitting down on the bench that was beside them.

“What’s her problem,” Bakugo tried to laugh it off, his voice trembling slightly. She never yelled.

“You are her problem…” Mina said quietly.

“What was that, raccoon eyes?” He was angry now

Mina clenched her fists and looked up at Bakugo.

“Do you ever think about how she feels? Or do you just think about yourself?”

“Why are you so mean to her?” Sero asked.

Mean?

“She’s the one who started yelling! Why was she all upset?”

Kirishima shook his head. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Y/N sat at a small table by herself, eating some fries.

She was upset, to say the least.

Bakugo was being childish. Was it that big of a deal to have to sit next to her on the Ferris wheel? He had always treated her like shit- but not as he had just moments ago. Usually, he would make a seemingly rude comment, but it had never really offended her. He had never hurt her feeling this bad.

“Y/N!” she heard her name being called behind her.

“Y/N…” it was Mina. She placed her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “I thought I’d find you here.”

y/n held up the bag of fries and offered some to mina.

“Do you wanna go on Firebolt?” She asked, referring to the large roller coaster Y/N had promised she’d go on with Mina. I can’t sit here sulking all night. she told herself.

“Sure,” her voice was slightly shaky, probably as a result of trying to hold in her tears the whole time.

Mina pulled her friend up from her seat and dragged her over to the red rollercoaster that stood tall over all of the others.

Bakugo saw the two girls arriving, quickly turning around towards Kirishima so he didn’t have to make eye contact with a specific one.

“If you don’t apologize, I swear to god,” Kirishima threatened Bakugo, the other two boys beside him nodding.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll apologize.” His red eyes looked down at his feet.

“Are you gonna sit next to her?” Sero asked.

“If you do, maybe you can hold her hand,” Kaminari winked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up, dunce face!” Bakugo yelled, getting the attention of a few people in line. Y/N couldn’t help but smile to herself. He was such an idiot. But then she remembered what he said to her.

“Alright, it’s in groups of two so,” Mina said as she got into line behind the boys. “I’ll go with Sero. Kaminari and Kirishima will go together, so that leaves…” she looked over at Y/N.

The girl scowled at Mina, giving her a ‘there’s no way I’m going with him’ look. Mina just rolled her eyes.

“Oh hey look, it’s time to get on!” Kirishima said before Bakugo or y/n could say anything. He quickly climbed into the first cart with Kaminari. Mina and Sero followed closely behind, leaving a small cart in between Kaminari and Kirishima for the two teens.

Y/n just sighed and followed Bakugo as he sat down in the cart, waiting for the girl to sit so he could put the bar down.

“You guys excited?” Sero shouted, grinning from ear to ear.

“I am!” Kaminari laughed. Y/N just sat in her seat. She didn’t know what to say.

That’s when the ride took off.

It started slowly at first, but it began picking up speed. She couldn’t deny it, she was an adrenaline junkie. She loved roller coasters, horror movies, haunted houses.

She found them fun. But, she was not feeling this ride. And Bakugo could tell.

Even though he hated to admit it, he could tell when Y/N was feeling off. Maybe he was just good at reading people, but that didn’t change the fact that he truly cared when it was her.

“y/n, put your head up unless you wanna break your neck,” he said, putting a hand on her shoulder. Her head snapped up and she looked over at the boy.

She quickly turned her head to look out in front of her, the roller coaster was climbing up high to reach a steep drop. Her eyes widened as they reached the top, looking back over to Bakugo. He wasn’t looking ahead though.

He was looking at her.

She sucked in a breath and unconsciously grabbed Bakugo’s hand, screaming as the wind whipped her face as they sped down the giant drop. His grip on her hand tightened as she continued to scream, inching closer to him the more scared she got.

As quickly as the ride started, it finished, leaving a speechless Bakugo and a laughing Y/N.

“The fuck are you laughing about,” he said, hand still holding hers.

“That was soooo fun!”

Her eyes widened and she remembered what had happened a few minutes prior to the roller coaster.

“Uh.. I’m just,” she paused and looked down at their hands.

Holy shit.

He pulled his hand away and grumbled something to himself, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

She was quiet as they walked off the ride, looking down at her feet. Bakugo watched her.

“For what it’s worth,” he paused when she looked up at him. He looked away. “I’m fuckin sorry…”

Y/N’s cheeks heated up. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Do I need to repeat myself?”

She shook her head and smiled.

“If you want, I’ll sit next to you for the rest of tonight,” his voice was rough and harsh as usual, but it was kinder. Another small apology.

“I guess I’m sorry for calling you an ass and yelling at you,” she looked back up at him. “What I said wasn’t true.”

He grumbled and crossed his arms. “Yeah, yeah whatever.”

“I didn’t mean it. You know how I get mad sometimes,” she laughed and scratched her wrist.

“It’s better than being stupid all the time.”

the rest of the night was a blur.

y/n’s heart raced every time they went on a ride, her hand gripping Bakugo’s as she squeezed her eyes shut.

it was just something she had unconciously done, but after their final ride of the night, her hand was still laced with the warm one of bakugo’s.

“why are you guys holding hands? i thought you were mad at each other.” kaminari pointed to the two hands intertwined.

“What??” mina squealed as she shook sero by the shoulders. “Did you guys make up?”

y/n’s cheeks flushed and she attempted to pull her hand away, but bakugo’s grip was firm.

“yeah? is that such a problem?”

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shozto · 4 years

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omg this was the first fic i wrote </3 i miss writing maybe i’ll come back

can’t sleep

just a smol katsuki x reader bc i wanted to

Families were difficult.

Y/N had just come back from her parents’ house after staying the day. She was supposed to stay the night, but, a fight broke out between her brother and mother, causing disaster through the house.

It was a stupid fight, something about him not doing anything except play video games all day. Y/N’s father got involved and then it was an all-out screaming match. Y/N tried to stop the fight, telling them that they didn’t have to yell, but that just got her in trouble. She then yelled at her parents and told them she was leaving to go back to the dorms, to which her parents yelled a “fine!” back, which resulted in her grabbing her back and slamming the door.

Now Y/N stood in front of Katsuki Bakugo’s dorm room, backpack in hand. She didn’t know why she was there. It was pretty late for her to be arriving at the school dormitories considering it was a little past midnight. She could have gone back to her room, but when she stepped inside, she couldn’t deal with it. So now she was on the other side of the building.

She raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened and revealed a disheveled, tired, and slightly annoyed looking Bakugo.

“What the hell do you w-” his eyes widened when he saw no one at eye level, so he shifted his gaze down and saw Y/N standing, a helpless look on her face. She was clad in grey joggers and a long-sleeved crop top, light blue backpack in her hand. From what he could tell, she just came back.

“Oh- you’re back,” Bakugo stated, slightly confused. “Why so late?”

Y/N opened her mouth, but then closed it and looked down at the ground.

“I just wanted to come back tonight. Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you,” she said softly, a bit embarrassed. She didn’t even know why she was there.

If Bakugo had learned anything about the girl in the past few months of being friends with her, it was when she was upset about something.

“What’s wrong?” his gruff voice was raspy and not at all welcoming, but Y/N knew he was being gentle with her.

“I’m-” she sighed. “My parents were fighting with me and my brother. They were just yelling for some stupid reason and then I get caught in the middle of it. I’m feeling all panicky for some reason and I know I won’t be able to fall asleep- I’m sorry,” she apologized again.

Bakugo shook his head. If anyone knew how complicated families were, it was him. He was always fighting with his mother. It’s not that he didn’t love her, but family, in general, was just frustrating sometimes.

He stepped to the side and opened the door a little wider. “Do you wanna come inside?”

She nodded her head ever so slightly, so he opened the door a bit more and stepped inside, looking behind to see if she was following him. She was standing there for a few seconds before she took a deep breath and walked into the room. Bakugo took the bag from her hand and set it next to his on the small hook on his door.

“You can sleep here if you want,” his rough voice told her, sliding into the full-sized bed and scooting over to the wall so she could lie down. Y/N looked at him, then at the bed, and then at the door. What was she doing?

Bakugo clearly got tired of Y/N’s indecisiveness and sat up, grabbing her hands and pulling her onto the bed adorned with dark green sheets. He pulled the blanket over the two and turned to face the wall.

“Tomorrow’s Saturday. Do you want me to wake you up early so the guys don’t find you in here?” Bakugo asked. He didn’t want to invade her privacy and he didn’t want the guys to think anything was up.

“Sure, only if you want to though,” she faced the opposite direction of him. Bakugo hummed in response.

“Thanks, Katuski. Good night,” Y/N said. She was only met by the sound of soft snoring. She smiled to herself and pulled the blankets higher, curling up into a small ball.

What was she doing? She had never been this close to a guy in her life. Why was she even in his room? She could have gone to Ochako or Momo, but she was here, in Katsuki Bakugo’s bed of all places.

Thoughts swam through her mind as she recalled what her parents were yelling at her about. Even though the argument was pointless, the words still hurt.

“You’re so disrespectful!”

She snapped out of her thoughts when she felt movement behind her, followed by a small grunt. Her face heated up when she remembered she was in the same bed as Katsuki. Suddenly, an arm curled around her waist.

Her eyes widened and her breathing stopped momentarily as she turned her head to Bakugo, who was seemingly still sound asleep. He pulled her closer to his body and she nearly melted when her cold body met his warm skin. His body was extremely warm, probably a result of his quirk. His chest heaved. She glanced down to see that her shirt had risen, exposing her stomach to the cool air. Katsuki’s fingers trailed across her naval and stilled at the bottom of the black shirt.

The young girl took a breath. Other than the soft pads of his fingers rubbing circles against her skin, he showed no signs of consciousness. His touch was gentle and slow. Under any other circumstances, she would have been asleep in minutes. But sleep was the last thing on her mind.

There was no doubt that Y/N liked Katsuki. Yes, she had found him attractive, but it wasn’t just that. He was actually surprisingly kind to her, the two had become close friends in the matter of a few days. His hot-headedness was balanced with her kind demeanor, making the two well fit to be friends. Though it wasn’t until the sports festival that she had realized her feelings for him.

She didn’t know it, but Katsuki liked Y/N as well.

Y/N was so deep in thought, she hadn’t realized Katsuki’s hand was under her shirt and rubbing her skin softly. She quickly glanced over her shoulder at the boy, only to be met by burning crimson eyes staring right back at her. The corners of his lips turned upwards slightly and he slowly blinked. “Hard time falling asleep?” He asked while his hand continued to caress her skin. Y/N couldn’t breathe.

Bakugo turned and pulled her close to him, her face pressed up against his toned chest. She let out a shaky breath as the hand that was on her stomach shifted to her lower back. Her head was spinning now with so many questions. What was this? Was she just misunderstanding the situation? It wasn’t until fingers ran up and down her spine that her train of thought stopped. He placed his head in the crook of her neck and let his lips graze the sensitive skin there. She shuddered at the feeling. “Katsu-” He looked apologetically at her quivering body and sighed. “I’m sorry. I could just feel your sadness and I had to do something-”

Y/N shook her head. “It’s fine,” she said in a whisper, tracing the small designs on his shirt.

“Katsuki,” her voice was so soft, so timid. “Do you,” she paused, trying to collect herself. “Do you like me?” she whispered, and Bakugo was positive if there was any other noise in the room he wouldn’t have heard her.

“Yes.”

His answer was short and simple. He didn’t want to scare her away or give her a complicated answer. Bakugo was always one to cut to the point and be straightforward.

A small smile rested on the girls face. “I like you too.”

Katsuki grinned and placed a hand on her cheek, making her look up at him. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t have been so gentle. But because of what she was feeling at the moment and the type of person she was, he treated her with complete and utter kindness.

A blush dusted Y/N’s cheeks and she buried her face in Bakugo’s chest. He chuckled softly and hugged her tightly.

“Good night, angel face.”

The nickname just made her cheeks grow redder and she squealed in embarrassment.

The sun was red and barely peaking over the horizon when Kirishima and Kaminari were sitting downstairs on the couch as they lazily stared at their phones.

“Hey guys,” Jiro said as she walked into the room. “Y/N’s supposed to be back soon, right?”

“I thought she was back last night,” Kirishima said, looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, I saw her shoes.”

“She’s not in her room though?” Jiro said, confused.

“Let’s go look for her,” Kaminari said, getting up from the couch.

A few minutes later, Uraraka, Jiro, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Midoriya were awake and looking for Y/N. They checked the girl’s dorm rooms to see if she was in any of them, but she wasn’t.

“I’m gonna go ask Bakugo if he knows where she is,” Kirishima said, walking up the stairs.

“Good idea, if anything he’ll probably know.”

Kirishima and Kaminari walked down the hallway and knocked on Bakugo’s door.

“Hey, Bakugo! Wake up! We can find Y/N!”

No response.

The two impatient teens opened the door and saw Bakugo wide awake, giving his friends a death glare.

Bakugo lay in his bed, Y/N huddled in his chest, sound asleep.

“Tell anyone about this and you’re both dead.”

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