#bakugo katsuki angst

[ihadlife]

Achilles' Heel

pairing: (aged up) pro hero!Bakugo Katsuki x fem!reader

word count: 10.2k

synopsis: You and Bakugo aren't dating, so you can't be really mad when he's toying with you. What you can be, though, is miserable. Especially when you get laid off from work. And to whose else's arms can you run into other than the person who's hurting you the most. 

tags: 18+, adult content, fem!reader, fem gendered pronouns and pet names, angst, so much fucking angst, baby trapping, unprotected sex, dumbification, masturbation, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talking, oral sex (male and female receiving), praise kink, degradation kink, impact play, unrequited love, reader and other people smoke, reader has crippling mommy issues and self-isolates, the worst possible decisions ever made at all times, toxicity contest between reader and Bakugo i guess

an: crossposted on ao3. reader makes decisions so bad i wanted to smack her head against concrete all the time. if you're reading this for the smut i suggest you skip this one, it's not centered around it. it was pain in the ass to write bakugo’s direct speech but if it doesn’t make sense from an accent standpoint i’m begging you let me know and i’ll adjust it. and as always, english is my second language so if you spot any mistakes or even typos pls let me know.

“I get that he was like… busy, and probably exhausted after, but he could’ve sent me a message at least, you know?” 

“Yeah, I’ve been telling you he’s a dick.” 

Your best friend inhaled the cold autumn air through the tobacco and filter in their cigarette, filling their lungs with smoke before exhaling it, letting it mix with the breeze. 

“He’s not a dick… there’s just a lot on his plate.” You tried defending him, but even to your own ears, the words that had left your mouth sounded pathetic and feeble. “God knows how I would’ve acted if I had his job.” 

You were looking down at your own hands, playing with the handle of the mug that was now empty, the coffee in it long gone. You didn’t even have to look up to know that your friend was giving you a dirty look. 

To be fair, they weren't completely wrong. You still couldn’t get behind their words – a dick – but you more or less agreed with their general idea: he wasn’t treating you right and you deserved better. 

Knowing and realising all that, you still couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it. 

“You would’ve been honest and communicated.” They took another drag through their cigarette. “And he should be too. If he wants to keep a relationship.” 

The truth was, he had a demanding job. Being a pro hero and saving people’s lives almost every single day was taxing. Not only physically, but also mentally. You understood that. You had let him know that you understood. 

Still, as your friend said, and even as your own head was telling you, wanting him to communicate his needs and intentions beforehand was the bare minimum. Not even letting a problem arise and preventing it. Because he should have cared. 

The thing that hurt you the most was that it hadn’t always been like that. 

At the start, when you two met, he was attentive. Funny. Kind. Charming. You were sure he was still the same person, only not towards you. Not anymore, at least.

You entertained your friend and they tried to distract you from your own thoughts for about another hour before you both got up and went separate ways, counting on seeing each other sometime in the next two weeks again. Not that any of you could make it longer without seeing each other. 

You decided to take the longer walk home, hop to a small market on your way and buy some necessities you needed. Maybe pick up something small to treat yourself. 

Your heels were clapping on the sidewalk loudly, your tempo moderate. Your feet hurt after spending the entire day in your heels and once again you cursed yourself for choosing this type of footwear when you had known you would have to spend an entire day in them. There was a huge blister forming on your right Achilles, you were sure. 

You fished your phone from your purse without even thinking about it, your thumbs moving on the screen as if they’d had a mind of their own. Or maybe it was a muscle memory at this point. 

You opened the messages app on your phone and stared at the screen. Maybe hoping that if you stared long and hard enough, you would somehow manifest his response. Or maybe he would even open and read the message instead of leaving you on delivered. 

I’m sorry to hear that! You really should take a few days off, you deserve it :( 

Pathetic. 

Scoffing at yourself you put your phone back into your purse and entered the small market. After greeting the lady who owned the shop you grabbed a basket and started browsing the isles. 

You liked this market. The owner was aloof, she never asked you personal questions. You had been going here for long enough for the lady to remember you, you were one of the regular customers, yet she treated you like a stranger every time. 

You appreciated that. This kind of curtness. 

You began your usual route around the small store – a route you’d walked so many times you would be able to walk it with a scarf around your eyes without bumping into a single thing. 

You idly strolled through the shop, picking up the stuff you needed. 

Toast bread. 

A premade sandwich with cheese, ham, and cucumber. 

Spam ham. 

Canned fish. 

A few packets of instant ramen. 

Cheap coffee. 

Two single rolls of toilet paper. 

Two bottles of soju. 

Your feet stopped once you were in front of the register. You put the basket on the counter with a tiny smile and waited for the owner to scan the items. 

Your eyes slid from the small woman to the stand next to the register, where the magazines were, all kinds together. The serious ones and the ones that just wrote about celebrity gossip. Living and lifestyle ones. Ones for teenagers. Weekly sudokus and crossword puzzles. 

You weren’t the same scared, shy, uncertain intern as you were a few years ago. You’ve earned your place in the publishing company; you were a proper columnist at that point. So when your boss had assigned you the interview with the pro hero that would be the main feature of the next issue, you had been elated and had readily accepted the task. You had been sure this would help further your career. Maybe help you get a raise. 

As you had soon learned, you might have been a good columnist, but you were still very much naive. You hadn’t gotten a raise. Nor had the feature helped the career. 

What you’ve gotten out of the interview, however, was your phone number in Dynamight’s phone. 

“Thanks for the interview, it was great.” You smiled and closed your laptop right after saving the file. 

“No, ya were great.” 

You laughed a little, bashful, a quiet ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as you put your laptop into its case and into your faux leather bag that was resting against the chair you were sitting in. 

“I mean it,” he leaned back in his luxurious office chair, his elbows resting on the arms of the seat. “Most of the interviews I do are real uncomfortable. People love bein’ nosy and invadin’ my  fuckin’ privacy.” 

“You can’t blame them,” you grinned. “Of course, they wanna know everything about one of the most popular heroes.” 

“And ya?” He asked after a slight pause and butted his chin in your direction. 

“Me?” 

“D’ya wanna know everythin’ ‘bout the most popular hero?” 

You didn’t miss the way he changed ‘one of the most popular’ to ‘most popular’. Shameless. 

“Uhm,” you bit your lower lip, not really sure what to answer. 

“Lemme take ya out.”

You couldn’t deny his attractiveness. His cockiness and the roughness around the edges were more alluring than you would like to admit. 

“Okay.” You breathed out and gave him a nervous smile. 

Were you ready to go on a date with a pro hero though? 

“Sorry?” You apologised to the woman when you realised she had said something. 

She repeated the total price to you. 

Oh, right. 

You fumbled with your purse a little and fished out your wallet. 

“Could you please add a bag to that?” 

The woman grabbed one plastic bag from under the counter and put it on top of the things you purchased, not bothering to bag them. 

“Actually… I would also like some cigarettes. And a lighter.” You put your wallet on the counter and started bagging the groceries yourself. 

“What kind?” Was all she said, but you didn’t miss the judgy look she gave you. 

“Gold Marlboro.” 

She turned around to retrieve the cigarette box and basic, plastic lighter in a bright blue colour and handed them to you. 

You finished bagging your stuff quickly, paid for it and with a goodbye exited the market. 

A silent groan left your lips when you felt the rocky cement underneath your feet again, the back of your shoe digging into your Achilles more than before. The blister was going to be a big one. 

The rest of the route to your home was uneventful. Thankfully. Once you opened the front door of the crappy building where you lived, you stood in front of the elevator. 

It was old, unreliable, and just barely held together. This is why you usually took the stairs, but the painful cushion filled with fluid made you reconsider your actions. You looked from the elevator to your feet. It was either the stairs which would abuse your blister even more, or the risky elevator. 

You sighed as you carefully stepped out of the heels. 

“Shit.” 

The blister that formed on your Achilles during the day must have popped and was now bleeding. Your entire heel and the inside of your shoe were stained with red that was slowly turning brown; the edges were crusty and flaking.  

“Great.” 

You bent down to pick up the bloody shoes in your free hand and started walking up the stairs. The stone and occasional tiles of the floor were just a tad too cool on your soles but you didn’t necessarily mind the sensation. It felt nice on your slightly swollen feet after the entire day. 

Once you made it to the seventh floor – your floor – you stopped in front of the door to your apartment, and with a loud bang let the shoes fall from your hand to the floor. The bag with your groceries followed suit and soon you were trying to fish out your keys from your faux leather shoulder bag. 

Your phone started vibrating, set on silent mode. Scrambling to quickly pick it up, you found your phone in record time and checked the caller’s ID, hoping to find a certain hero’s name on the display. 

Your eyebrows furrowed a little when you found out it was your mother calling you. Inhaling deeply and breathing out through your nose, you slid your finger over the screen and put the phone against your ear. 

“Hi, mom!” Your voice was too high-pitched as you greeted her. You leaned your head heavily to the side and squished the phone between your ear and your shoulder to keep your hand empty. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” 

You pulled a face at the pet name. You hated loving it. 

“Mom, I’m sorry, but I’m really busy right now. Is it important?” You slightly fumbled with your bag as you kept trying to find your keys. 

“Oh, no, I just wanted to call and ask how you’re doing,” you could hear the smile in her voice. 

“I’m doing fine! Listen, would it be alright if I call you tomorrow? I’ve got a lot of things I still gotta do today.” You were lying through your teeth. 

It took only a few more seconds of conversation with her, and you both agreed on a call the next day when you ‘have more time’. You tossed the phone in your bag and rummaged through all the things once again before you found your keys in the bottom corner of your bag and unlocked the door. 

 First, you walked into the small and cramped hall of your apartment and put down your purse, then just halfway stepped out of your flat to retrieve your shoes and finally the bag with groceries. 

Eventually, you closed and locked the door behind you, the grocery bag in your arms as you stepped into the apartment that was way too small to even fit a single person. Not even two steps later you were in your living room and bedroom and after three more steps and turning the corner twice you were standing in the ‘kitchen’. ‘Kitchen’ with quotation marks, because the very few cabinets with a sink and without a proper oven could hardly count as a regular kitchen. 

The apartment was horrible. It was in a worse part of town – not necessarily the worst, but bad enough. The prefabricated block of flats was old and in desperate need of renovation; the plaster on the outside of the building was slowly crumbling, the insolation was thinner than the walls between apartments, the pipes were rusty, and you heard that several neighbours of yours from lower levels had complained about mould. 

Most of the people here, except for a few old grandmas and young women around your age, were unfriendly. The neighbours, with whom you shared one of the living room walls, were too loud. 

Oftentimes, there were strange smells, ones you could not identify or describe. Whether they were lingering in the hall of the building or, for some godforsaken reason, in your own flat, they always lasted only a couple of hours. 

During your walks up and down the stairs to get to or from work, you’d meet people who’d make you cross the street if you met them in the city at night. They were mostly younger men with pronounced eyebags and a strut that was either overconfident or not confident enough. 

The only reason you stayed there was because it was cheap and the commute to your work from here was alright. Even with a salary that was too low for the job you did, you were able to afford it and even save a little bit of money on the side for any possible emergencies. 

You set the grocery bag on the counter and went back into the hall to take your probably ruined shoes, bringing them to your minuscule bathroom and setting them on the floor in your shower, deciding on trying to salvage them later. 

On your way back to the living room you took your work bag with you. Opening the window first and letting the cold autumn breeze in, you sat down on the couch and fished around in your bag once again, looking for the cigarettes and lighter that you put separately into your purse. Once you found it, you chucked the bag without any care on the floor and leaned back on the couch, putting your bare feet up on the coffee table. 

You hissed as the raw meat on the back of your heel came into contact with the old glass top of the table that needed some proper cleaning, but ultimately did nothing to alleviate the pain. Instead, you took a single cigarette out of the package and rested it between your lips, inhaling at the same time as your fingers brought the fire from the lighter to life. 

You left the cigarette hung from your mouth, held by your dry lips, and leaned your head back, your hands splayed on the sides of your body. 

The fact was, you were exhausted. 

And you didn’t even have a good reason for it. 

Sure, work sucked. You worked like a dog only to be constantly overlooked and not earn enough. You were lying to your own mother every time you talked, pretending you were much more successful than you actually were, trying to get on her good side and receive any bit of praise. You hated living in your apartment. You were seeing a man who probably didn’t feel the same about you as you did about him. 

The only good thing was your high school friend, always by your side and ready to lend a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. 

Maybe you should go see a therapist. 

You closed your eyes and deeply breathed in the stale air that refused to move even with the window opened through the tobacco and filter. You wondered what Bakugo was doing right now. Maybe he was working on the paperwork in his office, sitting behind the big, wooden table that you’d once seen. Or maybe he was out, patrolling with one of his sidekicks, walking in the streets. Maybe he was covered with fake sweat, flexing his muscles for a shoot for another men's magazine. 

Your mind lingered on the image of that. 

His healthily tanned skin taut over his herculean muscles, the drops of water rolling down and creating a web of moisture, leaving goosebumps behind. 

You pressed your thighs together, putting a small amount of pressure on the nether part of your body. 

You thought back to all the passionate moments you’d spent with the pro hero. Bakugo might have been getting on your nerves lately due to his behaviour but he was an exceptional lover. He was the best you’d ever had, not that you would admit it out loud. That fiery personality of his projected itself well in the bedroom. 

You brought your hand to the cigarette between your lips, took it away from the dry skin and shook off the stack of ash that was growing bigger and bigger at the end of the tobacco. Even though the hot ash landed on the floor covered by very cheap linoleum that was slowly peeling in some corners, you didn’t care. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight, princess,” Bakugo was panting above you, the drops of sweat rolling down his forehead, neck, and chest and occasionally landing on your damp skin. 

Your pussy was drooling on his dick, your juices wet on your inner thighs as well as his entire crotch and lower abdomen. He was bullying your body with his cock, repeatedly slamming it in and out of you at a fast pace. 

“Katsuki,” you pleaded. You didn’t even know what you were asking him — to slow down? To change the angle? To fuck you harder? Your brain was a mush at that point and all you could think about was him, him, him. 

“Not my name, sweetheart,” he grinned and slapped the top of your cunt with his hand, successfully hitting your clit. 

You winced and tried to comprehend what he just said to you. Once the words registered, you corrected your mistake. 

“Dyna- Dynamight!” His hero name on your lips was cut in half by your gasp. 

“There we go.” He praised you. He didn’t move his hands from your hips when he angled them more, making your back arch and your pussy more open for him. “Your pussy fits me like a fuckin’ glove.” 

Your head was swimming from all the sensations. Bakugo’s dirty talking, his hot breath hitting your calves while your legs were propped up on his shoulders, the blunt nails on his fingers digging into the skin of your hips, the tip of his dick dragging along your warm walls while he made sure you could feel him for several days to come. 

“Look at ya,” he continued. “My dick feels so good’ya can’t even think, huh? Did I fuck ya dumb, princess?” There was a mocking tone to his voice while he talked. 

In a normal situation, if you were having sex with anybody else, you would’ve been embarrassed. Both about the mocking and also about the fact that he was right. To be fair, none of your exes were able to fuck you good enough to get you into this state. But with Bakugo you couldn’t even manage to form thoughts coherent enough to feel the embarrassment at the moment. 

“Dynamight,” was all you managed to let slip from your lips. 

With the cigarette still between your lips, you unbuttoned your trousers and pushed your dominant hand under the fabric of your panties, the tight cotton sandwiching your fingers between the textile and your cunt. 

You circled your entrance to gather some moisture, your pussy just starting to get wet. With the now slick pad of your finger, you moved it upward, tucking it a little underneath the hood to touch your clit directly. 

Breathing out cigarette smoke from your nostrils, you leaned your head back, resting it against the headrest of your couch. With your eyes closed and a gentle sigh leaving your lips, you started moving the finger in circular motions. 

“That’s right, princess.” 

Your eyes were watering as you tried to swallow around the thickness of his cock in your throat. 

“Fuck yeah, just like that.” His grip on your hair tightened. You were running out of air and fighting your gag reflex when you put your palms on his strong thighs, ready to tap out at the last second in case you needed to. “Choke on my dick.” 

Your nose scrunched up against the neatly trimmed pubes as you gagged hard and you quickly tapped his thigh. Bakugo didn’t release your hair, instead, he tugged your head backwards so you would get him out of your mouth quickly. Your lips were red and swollen, covered in your own spit and as well as his precum, parted as you panted for air. Two tears rolled down both of your cheeks as you looked up at the man standing in front of you. 

“Good girl,” he sadistically grunted through his gritted teeth. “You’re such a good slut for me, aren’t ya?” 

You closed your eyes as he gently, almost affectionately, slapped your cheek a few times. 

“Open,” was all he said as he pushed two fingers into your mouth, reaching so far into your throat it made you gag again. 

You grabbed the butt of the cigarette with your hand that wasn’t down your pants and leaned over to your coffee table to put it out against the glass. Leaving the butt there, you reclined against the couch once again, moving your finger from your clit back to your entrance, adding a second one to cover them both in your wetness and pushing them inside of you, immediately targeting your g-spot. 

“Don’t stop.” 

Bakugo’s hand on your hip helped with guiding your movements, effectively pushing you up and down on his cock as you rode him. You were so close to him your nipples were rubbing against his chest with every motion and you were practically breathing each other’s air. The tip of him was deep inside of you and rubbed against your g-spot each time you moved. Your arms were resting on his shoulders. One hand was leaning your weight against his trapezius and the other one against the god-awfully expensive leather sofa of his which you were probably staining now. 

“Fuck,” he groaned so quietly you were only able to hear him thanks to the proximity. “You’re mine, do you understand?” His other hand, which wasn’t holding your hip but was snaked around your waist and pushing in between your shoulder blades so that you would be close to him, moved upwards and firmly, but not forcefully, squeezed the back of your neck. The gesture only made you feel that much closer to him. You nodded your head as fast as you could, but that was not enough of an answer for him. 

“Say it. Say you’re mine.” 

There was a certain desperation in his voice. Desperation that you heard for the first time with him. 

“I’m yours.” 

The words silently left your lips with a puff of air following suit. Bakugo wasted no time and kissed your lips passionately, seemingly putting all his feelings into it. 

But you knew better. 

“Say it again.” 

“I’m yours.” 

The buzz of your phone vibrating in your bag next to the sofa disrupted you. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” You let out an angry grunt. 

You debated not picking it up and calling whoever it was that interrupted you later, but decided against it when you felt a considerable amount of guilt in your throat. What if it was important? 

You quickly pulled your hand out of your trousers and wiped your wet fingers on your blouse, leaving shiny, sticky splotches behind. Fumbling with the bag a little, you managed to find your phone just in time, not even looking at the caller ID as you swiped your finger against the screen and put it against your ear. 

“Hey.” 

Your body froze a little at the sound of the unusually cheery voice on the other end. He must have had a pretty good day, judging by his tone. 

“Uh, hi.” 

“Ya busy?” 

You straightened on the sofa and tried to clear your throat as discreetly as possible. 

“No, I was just cooking, sorry.” Lie. 

“Cool. Listen, we haven’t seen each other for a while so I wanted to call ya.” 

“That’s nice of you.” Bare. Fucking. Minimum. 

“Yeah. I can’t really talk now, I’m ‘bout to go grab a few beers with my mates. I’ll call ya later, so we can talk properly, yeah?” 

“Oh, sure.” You turned your head to look at the clock on the wall in your kitchen. It was already nearing eight o’clock, just how late did he mean to call? 

“Alright. I’ll talk to ya later.” 

He ended the call sooner than you could say goodbye. 

Your hand that was holding the phone to your ear fell limply against the couch with the device still between your fingers. You didn’t know if his call made you feel happy or even more pathetic. 

It was good that he called you, right? He obviously wanted to check up on you. And also promised to call you again later. 

So why were you feeling like this? Where did this feeling come from? 

You gulped the saliva that gathered between your teeth and the flesh of your cheek, accidentally swallowing a bit of air as well. 

No, you thought to yourself. He was trying. That was good enough for you. For now. 

You raised your hand with your phone again and unlocked it, opening a food delivery app. You debated between classic pizza and maybe something healthier, but your finger ultimately landed on the pizza picture on your screen, successfully tapping it into the cart. You chose the address for delivery and type of payment and locked your phone.  

Releasing a deep breath, you stood up and with your phone still in your hand walked the few steps to your bed. The pizza was supposed to be delivered in 30-60 minutes. Might as well masturbate properly with your vibrator in the meantime. 

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After giving yourself two orgasms, eating the entire pizza and drinking several shots of soju, you fell asleep on your sofa just a few minutes after midnight. Bakugo didn’t call. 

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It was several days later that you heard from him again. This time, he didn’t even bother with calling you; he decided that two texts would suffice. 

hey, sorry for not calling you the other day, i got wasted 

you wanna see each other sometime again? ;) 

‘That’s not a proper apology. Send him to hell.’ your friend replied when you sent them a screenshot of said messages. 

You were sitting behind the desk you were assigned at work, your hands idly resting on the keyboard of your computer, but your eyes were glued to your phone that lay locked next to your cup of coffee. You should send him a reply. 

“Do you have a minute?” 

You jerked in your seat involuntarily, the sudden proximity of the voice effectively scaring you. Your blood rushed to your cheeks, heating your face, when you realised you were caught slacking off. 

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You replied to your boss, not exactly enthusiastically. 

“Great.” He gave you a fake smile that didn’t reach his eyes and quickly left his lips and tapped the side of your cubicle a few times before he turned around and started walking towards his office, obviously expecting you to follow. 

You cleared your throat and got up from your seat, tugged your pencil skirt down a little and followed him as quickly as you could in the garment that was sexy and elegant, but also restrictive. 

You closed the door once you stepped into the personal office that was separated by glass walls from the rest of the cubicles where you and your colleagues worked. 

“Sit down.” Your boss moved his hand in the general direction of the seat that was positioned in front of his desk. 

The table was made of a grey and white particle board, as well as all the desks you and others worked on. The carpet in his office was originally the same shade of dark blue as the rest of the entire floor, but was less walked on and therefore managed to retain its colour better than the carpet in the rest of the space. 

The window behind his back that you were facing and that he liked to stare out of so often was as bleak as it always is this time of the year. The strange shift between autumn and winter when the weather gets even colder and the days even shorter, when you usually reach for your second-hand wool coat before leaving your apartment. 

“We need to talk.” 

You were fucked. 

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Tears were rolling down your cheeks as you held the phone in your hand. 

When are you free? We need to talk. 

A small part of you wished Bakugo cared about you enough to actually get stressed after reading your message. But the more rational part of you knew that that wasn’t the case. The pro-hero with a super-inflated ego wouldn’t get anxious due to a mildly threatening message from an average journalist who had had his balls in her mouth not so long ago. 

Unemployed journalist. 

You debated calling your mother but ultimately decided against it. You weren’t in the headspace to deal with that kind of phone call. 

You also considered calling your friend. 

You didn’t, though. 

You knew they would pity you. You didn’t want people to pity you. You just needed somebody to listen. And maybe a hug. But none of the people you were in contact with or that were in your life would ever just listen. 

So you were left all alone with all these feelings that felt just too heavy on your chest. A lead that made it hard to breathe, a lead that your muscles had to actively fight against to fill your lungs with much-needed air. A lead that made you drag your feet against the pavement. 

Your phone buzzed in your hand. 

this thursday at 5pm, come to my apartment

You didn’t even open the message to properly read it, your eyes just skimmed over the message in the notification on your lock screen before you stuffed the electronic device in your bag once again. 

Good, you thought for yourself. You had three days to somewhat get your shit together before visiting him. As much as you had feelings for a certain pro-hero, you were not about to let him see you like this. 

Especially not since you were determined to end whatever the weird situationship between the two of you was. 

»»————-　　————-«« 

You rested the back of your head against the cool mirror behind you. The extra thick layer of concealer underneath your eyes to hide the dark circles was slowly creasing even though you’d used enough powder to set it… you could almost feel it. 

The Visine in your eyes to make them appear whiter and not like you cried just this morning felt unnatural – too watery and a tiny bit stingy when you closed your eyes for long enough. 

Your thought process? Don’t let him see your weakness. Don’t look like you actually care about this ‘relationship’. Could you even call it that? Could you call this situationship a relationship when he kept you secret from the public and his friends as well? When all he ever wanted to do with you lately was to fuck you? 

The odd smell of the hairspray that you had used deliberately to keep your hair bouncy was almost palpable in the air, even though you used quite a lot of perfume. Those two smells as well as the lingering stench of a cigarette you smoked earlier combined were almost suffocating you, pressing down on your person, making you feel smaller and smaller. 

The supposedly calming music that was playing in the elevator was paradoxically making you even more nervous. 

The trousers you decided to wear that day made your ass look extra good, but cut into your stomach every time you sat down – a decision you, again, made on purpose. To get it over with quicker. You can’t even really sit down with these on. Plus, obviously, it wouldn’t be bad to remind him what he was going to lose, right? One last look at your ass was all you were going to grant him. 

Saying that you were uncomfortable was an understatement. 

You lost your job just a few days ago. It was clear to you you’d have to consider moving soon; the shitty apartment you lived in was cheap, but not cheap enough to keep while unemployed. And now, on top of your job and an apartment, you were about to lose him. 

Maybe it was a good thing, though. Even though he made you feel like you were on cloud nine in the beginning, showering you with affection and spending most of his free time with you, lately all you’d been getting from whatever was happening between you two was stress and anxiety. Self-doubt. More insecurities. 

Besides, were you really going to lose him? Could a person lose something they’ve never had in the first place? 

Your mind wandered on its own to your favourite memory with him. It was still quite fresh, you could remember it as if it had happened a few days ago, even though in reality it had been weeks. 

Your head resting on Bakugo’s thigh, the sound of the television and the feeling of his fingers playing with your hair inevitably lulling you to sleep. Your belly was comfortably full thanks to the amazing dinner Bakugo had cooked for you. 

“You’re sleepin’.” 

“Am not.” You replied, but you could hear it in your own voice, the tiredness and how you slightly slurred your words, your eyes still closed. His smell and proximity was just making you feel so, so safe.

A sigh left your lips as your hand moved on its own and started rummaging in the small purse that you’d brought with you. The fluorescent light in the elevator did nothing to flatter your appearance, quite the opposite, actually. You found the lip gloss you were wearing that day in the depths of your bag and reapplied it generously. You gave yourself another look in the mirror as you stuffed the small thing back into the bag. 

God, it looked like you’d tried too hard. 

Quickly, with only a few stories left, you tried to card your fingers through your hair to make them messier and ruin your appearance a little. Your hand flew to your lips to wipe off all the gloss you’d just put on as the door of the elevator opened to Bakugo’s floor. 

You hesitantly stepped inside of the apartment and took off your shoes, the elevator door closing behind you. Leaving your coat and scarf on the hanger that was situated in the dead end of the hallway, you then stepped in the other direction to actually get further into the flat. 

Your feet were quiet on the overpriced Persian runner rug, so you called his name to announce your arrival. 

“Hey.” 

You were looking directly at his back as you walked into the more open space and the centre of the floor. With his back to you and broad shoulders covered by a simple oversized black hoodie, he was standing right in front of a kitchen counter, probably mixing something judging by the sound of it. 

“Hi.” You replied, your voice lacking the usual enthusiasm that laced it whenever you were with him. You put your purse on the couch in the living area and walked closer to where Bakugo was standing. 

“Hope you’re hungry.” He said without raising his head or really looking at you. 

When you came close enough, you were actually able to see what he was cooking – tamagoyaki. 

“Not really.” You’d kill for some tamagoyaki at that moment, to be honest. “I'm not planning on staying long, actually.” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned your weight against the kitchen counter, resting your hip against it. 

“Hm.” Was all he said. 

You watched as he poured another part of the egg mixture into the pan, helping it spread by tilting the metal and sort of pushing the liquid with chopsticks. 

Bakugo was an amazing chef. You’d asked him about it when you were eating curry rice during one of the occasions that you’d visited his flat and his response was a grunt and cookin’s not that hard. 

“You know why I’m here, right?” You asked. 

You hoped that he would say it first. Yer leavin’ me. You had prayed that he would say it, make it easier for you. Spare you from having to force air over your vocal cords and formulate the sounds with your tongue and lips. 

He didn’t. 

The silence stretched on as he seemingly minded his business, rolling the tamagoyaki into a perfect little roll and adding more egg mixture. 

“I can’t…” You started but cut yourself off. You gave it another thought before you started again. “This has to end.” 

Bakugo didn’t move a single muscle to indicate any sort of reaction he might’ve had. You watched him finally move as he took two bowls out of his kitchen cabinet and nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen aisle. 

“Siddown, food’s almost ready.” 

He started filling the bowls with steaming rice straight from the rice cooker while the egg was frying on the pan. 

“I said I’m not hungry. I’m not here to eat.” 

“And I didn’ ask.” 

“Stop treating me like a child.” Anger was gathering in the pit of your stomach, twisting it more than it already was. 

“Then stop actin’ like one.” 

A moment of silence. 

You were speechless. 

A lump formed in your throat, successfully gagging you and preventing you from defending yourself. You could feel them, the tears forming in your eyes, threatening to fall over your lower lash line and roll down your cheeks. 

“Please, siddown so ya can eat your food.” 

You swallowed around the tightness in your throat and just nodded your head, not trusting your voice to keep steady. Without another word, you walked around the kitchen aisle and sat down on one of the tall bar stools, resting your forearms on the cold granite countertop. The stone was cold enough to sting your already cold skin, goosebumps forming on your arms. 

After not even two minutes the meal appeared in front of you – a bowl of rice, another bowl of miso soup with tofu, a plate filled with cut tamagoyaki and a small bowl of steamed spinach with garlic. 

“Eat up,” Bakugo said as he put his own bowls and plate on the countertop, sitting next to you. 

The food was warm, filling your tummy with a nice feeling. 

“It’s delicious.” You complimented after a few careful bites. You meant it. 

“It’s alright.” 

Ever the critic. Even when it comes to himself. 

The two of you were eating in silence, only the sounds of chewing and slurping filling the air. 

Bakugo raised his eyes from his meal when he noticed your reluctance to continue eating about halfway through the meal. 

“Why aren’ ya eatin’?” 

You could hear the disapproval in his voice. Not worry, not even concern. Just disapproval. 

“Uhm,” you started, but couldn’t finish your sentence. 

The godforsaken jeans you’d decided to wear were digging into your stomach painfully, to a point where a sharp pain was shooting up your chest. And you filling your belly more wasn’t helping it. 

“D’ya not like it?” 

“No! No, that’s not it.” You moved a piece of the omelette with your chopsticks around on the plate. “It really is delicious.” 

Hmph. 

You chewed on your lower lip. Bakugo was obviously unhappy with your answer. He was still staring you down. 

“I’m wearing my standing jeans.” You admitted after a few seconds. 

“Standin’ jeans.” He repeated, obviously not understanding the term. 

“Yeah. Standing jeans. Jeans that look great when you stand up, but you can't really sit down in them because they’re too tight.” 

Your laughable reason was met with silence, he was obviously letting you stew in the ridiculousness of it all. 

“They’re too tight when I sit down, they dig into my stomach.” 

Bakugo blinked at you once before he rolled his eyes and without a word got up and left the kitchen, disappearing in the direction of his bedroom. 

You heard some sounds coming from the other side of the flat before he reappeared with grey sweatpants in his hand, handing them to you. 

“Change.” 

“I’m not going to change into your sweatpants.” You protested, looking at the fabric in his extended hand. “I didn’t even want to stay here. Nor eat your food. Can we just get this over with?” 

You were this close to begging him. This close. Begging him to say the final words, those ones you had no guts to really say. Even though they were long overdue. 

“Ya look like shit.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Ya heard me. Ya look like a’mess. Change'nto those damn sweatpants and finish your food.” 

You looked from his face to the sweatpants he was still holding out for you. Reluctantly, you took them and stood up, immediately feeling the relief in your midsection. You walked back into the hallway where you came from and disappeared in the door on the left – Bakugo’s bathroom. 

You peeked a look at yourself in the mirror immediately after closing the door behind you. He was right. You looked like shit. The concealer was cakey under your eyes; the foundation was sitting on your skin almost unnaturally, making you look like you were wearing some sort of a mask. The mascara formed spider legs on your lower lash line – where some stray tears had gathered. The Visine you had used obviously wasn’t working.

You could just leave the apartment. Just leave and not look back. Obviously, he would get the hint, right? 

Leave and not say a word. Save yourself from the uncomfortable conversation, the uncomfortable feelings that would inevitably bubble up your chest and settle in your throat. 

You sighed and put some liquid hand soap in your palm, turning on the water with your other hand. Smearing the soap across your face, you rubbed hard enough to get the mask off your face, so you could feel the inevitable tears on your skin without any barrier between the two. The soap was slightly stinging as it got into your eyes, but it didn’t stop you from rubbing your face with your nails until your skin was all red and the makeup was now underneath your fingernails. 

It didn’t matter if you wore your mask or not. Not anymore. He had seen right through it. Might as well bare yourself to him. 

Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you saw the black streaks of mascara all over your face, which made you dunk your face into the watery, soapy concoction for longer, until it was running down your forearms and to your elbows, dripping down onto the grey rug on the floor. It didn’t bother you at this point. 

You only opened your eyes again when you ran out of breath, now looking at beet-red skin with two bloodshot eyes that were staring back at you in the mirror. 

That would do for now. 

Opening the drawer underneath the bathroom sink, you knew exactly where to look to find the hair accessories Bakugo kept for all his hookups. Grabbing the ones you needed, you pinned your slightly damp hair out of your face. Stripping off your standing jeans, you folded them neatly into a nice square before you put on the grey sweatpants that were ill-fitting on you. 

It didn’t matter now. 

Didn’t matter what you looked like. 

You sniffled a little and opened the door, emerging into the hallway and letting only the slight taps of your feet announce your entry to the kitchen. 

Bakugo looked up from his meal, unphased, and nodded his head to himself. 

“Thanks for the sweats.” You put your jeans on the counter to your right, where there was empty space. 

“No problem.” 

That was actually kind of nice of him. 

Your brain whined in your head. 

He wasn’t supposed to be nice to you. Not now. Not when you needed a final push to end this. Like a coward. 

“Is al’this just ‘cause of me, or did somethin’ else happen?” 

You stayed silent for a while, instead putting in your mouth a spoonful of miso soup with a piece of tofu. 

Should you be honest with him, or lie? 

…It didn’t matter anymore, did it? 

“I got fired.” 

You stuffed your face with the fried egg. 

It was really nice to eat a warm meal after some time. Only now that you were wearing his sweatpants and your entire stomach wasn’t hurting from those damn jeans did you realise how much you actually relished the feeling of warmth filling you up. 

“Sorry t’hear that.” 

All you replied was a low hum from the back of your throat, continuing to fill the dark, empty space inside of you with the home-cooked meal. 

“Ya wanna talk ‘bout it?” He asked after a minute. 

You could see in your peripheral that he was looking at you now, pausing his eating. 

“Not really.” 

After that, the two of you finished eating in silence. Once you accepted that Bakugo knew you weren’t alright, the silence actually turned comfortable. 

You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking things over while the two of you were eating. Was this really the last time you’d ever see him? He deserved to get dumped for how badly he had treated you, right? 

Maybe he had his reasons. Maybe something in his life happened the same way you got fired just recently? 

You shook your head from side to side discreetly as you swallowed down another mouthful. It was too late. You came here for a reason, and that reason was exactly what you were mulling over now. 

Don’t be a fucking coward. 

It was the right thing to do. 

Bakugo treated you as disposable. If that was what you were to him, there was no reason for you to stay. 

Were you ready to prove to yourself that you truly were disposable to him, though? 

You realised you had been staring at now empty plates and bowls in front of you only when Bakugo’s hand appeared in the picture to collect the dishes. 

“Thank you for the food, it was really nice.” 

“Hm.” 

You stayed seated at the kitchen island as you watched him neatly put the bowls and plates into the dishwasher. It was obvious that he followed a certain system. You didn’t even consider getting up and offering any help. You knew him well enough to know that he would scold you and tell you to sit down again. 

Your eyes drifted over his body while he was bending down to put the porcelain away. The way his back muscles moved underneath the fabric, the way the dirty blonde hair at the nape of his neck brushed against the skin. 

You could almost feel it. Feel his muscles move under your fingers, taste his skin on the tip of your tongue. 

Your eyes followed his movement as he finally turned around once he was done, resting his backside against the kitchen counter and crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes met and your look didn’t falter. It didn’t. 

“So ya wanna break up?” 

You let him win and looked down at your lap. All you saw was the grey fabric that belonged to him. 

“Is it really a break-up if we haven’t even properly dated?” You dared to raise your eyes again. 

“Fair enough.” 

It was him now that looked down. You won this round. 

You were sitting on the bar stool in silence while he was just standing there, in the kitchen, the kitchen island creating sort of a safe barrier between you two. Your fingers were fidgeting in your lap, trying to make your mind focus on anything else than what was really going on in your head. 

Don’t say it. 

Don’t. 

“What happened?” 

You winced. You said it. 

“Whaddya mean?” 

This was a mistake. 

You abruptly got up and grabbed your jeans from the countertop. You were leaving in his sweatpants. You’ll send them back to him sometime later. 

“Wait.” 

You could hear his hurried footsteps following you to the living room area where you collected your purse from the couch. 

“Wait, god dammit,” he grabbed your arm and spun you around so you could face him. “What didya mean by that?” 

You were staring at the neckline of his hoodie, tears smudging your vision. There was not enough of them to roll over the notional barrier, but enough of them for you to fear that they would. 

“What didya mean by that?” He repeated the question. Now that he was so close to you, his voice got much softer. Much quieter. 

That along with the smell of his cologne and deodorant made you realise just how much you’d missed him. The emotion filled your body with a strange feeling of sorrow and grief. 

His hand left your arm and you craved for his touch to return. 

“What happened?” Your voice sounded broken. It felt like it was another person talking rather than you, you couldn’t recognise it. “It was so nice at the start.” 

You dared to look up at him, which turned out to be a mistake. The movement sent the drops of salty water over the edge of your waterline. You felt them rolling down your cheeks to your chin where they connected into one and dripped down. 

Bakugo’s vermillion eyes followed the movement of the liquid on your face. He almost looked guilty. 

“I don’ know whaddya want me t’say.” 

“The truth.” 

He looked away from you for a few seconds while he put his hands in his pockets. It was clear he was debating it. Whether or not he should really be honest with you. 

“You owe me that much.” You encouraged him to talk even though you didn’t want to hear it. You wanted to be anywhere else with anybody else than in his apartment with him. Maybe you were a masochist. 

“I used ya.” 

Fresh tears started streaming down your face as soon as his words registered in your brain. His saying it out loud made it all too real. If he hadn’t admitted it, you could still pretend it was something else. You could pretend and make yourself feel better about it. When he admitted it you lost the possibility and comfort of gaslighting yourself into thinking he had a good reason. 

He had enough sense to look at the floor almost shamefully when he carried on. 

“I had a lottov things goin’ on ada time. Ya distracted me from it.” 

You blinked harshly to force the water from your eyes out. The gentle gasp for air left your lips even though you tried to fight it, to conceal it from him. 

“’M sorry. I thought I could give ya more, ‘cause you’re really nice.” 

“Yeah, well… really nice doesn’t seem to cut it, does it?”  

You both stood there in silence for a few more beats before you felt his hand on your cheek, his thumb smearing the tear away from underneath your eye. 

“Don’t.” 

It was a quiet plea, a quiet plea that sounded too much like a whimper, leaving your lips parted after rolling off them. 

“I meant what I said.” He pulled his hand away from your cheek, moving it to the other and wiping your tears there as well with the upper side of his index finger. “Ya are nice.” 

“Whatever.” You removed your face from his touch, eyes glued to the floor. 

“Spend the night.” 

Was it an order, or a request? You didn’t know, but the sentence froze your feet to the floor before you could turn and make your exit. 

“What?” 

“Listen, listen. No funny business. Just, spend the night. Ya can sleep inda guest room.” He added the last sentence almost as an afterthought. 

Your eyebrows were furrowed above your eyes that were moving from right to left, going from one red eye to the other, trying to gauge the sincerity of his statement. 

“Spend the night.” He repeated once more, his voice just barely above a whisper. 

Your mind was screaming at you to get the hell out of that apartment, but you felt yourself nod. 

A masochist. 

“Yeah?” He was making sure. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, not even looking him in the eye. The lump in your throat was making you feel like you could choke on it and you already felt bad for betraying yourself like this and agreeing to his outrageous request. You couldn’t bear the way he was definitely looking at you on top of all of that. 

Bakugo gently put his hand on your shoulder and guided you back into the heart of his apartment. 

“D’ya wanna watch some movie?” He led you to the couch so you sat down on it without any protest. 

“Sure.” 

He sat down next to you, not really close, but not far away from you either, turning the TV on and switching to the streaming service on it immediately. 

You kept biting the inside of your cheek and looking everywhere else than at the TV or him. Hearing the opening of a movie, you raised your eyes to the big screen mounted on the wall. Your throat went dry as soon as you realised what was playing. 

“No, something else.” You demanded quickly. “I wanna watch something new.” 

Bakugo looked at you for a few seconds and then nodded his head, taking the TV remote in his hand once again and switching the movie to a different one. 

The movie that he initially pressed play on was a movie you talked about with him. You could still remember how you gushed about it, mentioning how it was your favourite movie growing up and saying the words we should watch it together sometime. Of course, that 'sometime' never really came. So, now you wouldn’t let him do this. You wouldn’t let him taint your movie. This was yours. He had no right to claim this thing as well. 

You wouldn’t let him have this because that would mean that at some point he actually listened to you. It would mean that at some point he might’ve tried if he cared enough.  

The sound of a different movie playing commanded your attention then and so you tried to tune in as much as possible. Just from the music, you could tell that it was an action movie. 

“Real’ like this one.” 

You wished he didn’t say those words. 

»»————-　　————-««

You were probably in the middle of the movie and lucky for you, you were already able to say that you hated it. Loud explosions, ridiculous situations, plot with holes. Surprisingly, Bakugo liked a Hollywood action movie with too big of a budget. 

Your eyes drifted from the TV screen to the window. Living this high up definitely had its perks. The view being one of the main ones. You remembered how naïve you had been when this situationship started. How you had thought maybe if this goes well, I’ll be looking at the same view every morning. 

“Ya don’t like it?” 

Ever the observant. 

You turned your head to the other side, looking at Bakugo who was looking right back at you. You bit your lip and shrugged your shoulders. 

“It’s fine.” 

You didn’t want to be mean but you also didn’t want to lie about liking it. 

“Fine?” 

Wrong answer, apparently. 

“I guess I just wasn’t in the mood for an action movie.” You tried to calm him down a little. Lying it was then. 

“Shoulda told me that hour and a'half ago. Dammit.” 

You watched him as he grabbed the remote and exited the movie. 

“What are ya inda mood for, then?” 

You watched his profile illuminated by the light from the TV screen for a few seconds. He was so beautiful it almost pained you. The constantly furrowed brows you almost couldn’t see because of his hair covering his entire forehead, his perfect nose, the shape of his lips. His skin without blemishes, apart from a few small scars, even though he didn’t really have a skincare routine. 

You remembered how you imagined what your possible babies would look like. They’d be perfect. 

“So?” He asked impatiently when you hadn’t answered immediately. 

His eyes met yours when you decided what to do. 

Moving closer to him, you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. Just as you remembered. He still tasted the same. It was Bakugo who leaned back, looking at you. Making sure you knew what you were doing. You leaned in more, kissing him again. Gently, almost tenderly. What if this was the last time you ever got to taste him? You relished the feeling, trying to commit to your memory as much as you could. His taste, his smell, the way his lips felt against you. The kiss got interrupted when he pressed his forehead against yours. 

“Are ya sure ya can handle it?”

You knew what he meant. Are you sure you can handle that, emotionally? Are you sure it won’t ruin you even more?  You couldn't help yourself. Bakugo was like a scab you couldn't stop picking at. An open wound that just wouldn't heal. He was your weak spot.

“No.” You said with your voice all breathy, kissing him once again, this time more passionately. Bakugo reciprocated without missing a beat, one of his hands grabbing the side of your face and the other one going straight to your waist. Not even a few seconds in, you swung one of your legs over his thighs, straddling him without breaking the kiss. 

You were eager. 

And Bakugo was just as eager as you. 

Part of your brain hated this. Hated how good his touch felt, hated how familiar all of this was. How safe you felt right in that moment and just how vulnerable and exposed it was all at the same time. You felt weak. 

Bakugo’s hand that was on your waist moved to your hip and gripped it tightly, pushing you back and forth, guiding your movements so you would grind against him. There was impatience in the movements from both of you. You knew where it was coming from on your end but the implications of it coming from him made your heart drop in your chest. 

“Need you.” You half whined against his lips before you quickly stood up and took off the sweatpants he had lent you. Bakugo followed suit – he took off his trousers hastily and welcomed you back in his lap with open arms, immediately grabbing at your flesh and squeezing what he could. 

“Couldn’t leave ‘thout one last fuck, could ya?” He growled against your skin when he moved his lips to your neck and started kissing and nibbling it. 

You let out a quiet moan and grabbed his growing bulge through his boxers, the thin fabric the only thing separating you from him. He was almost fully hard already, huffing against your neck as you stroked him. 

“Fuck, okay, lemme go grab a condom.” The hero parted from your neck momentarily and was about to get you off of him and get up when you stopped him. 

“No!” 

You surprised yourself with how quickly you objected to that. Bakugo stopped himself and gave you a look. 

“No,” you said calmer this time. “I wanna feel you.” 

You deserved it. You deserved this. You deserved at least one good thing in your life. And he would be the one to give it to you. You didn't need his love or affection. All you needed was a piece of him.

You pushed his underwear down just enough so his balls and dick, now fully hard, were free and stroked it, eliciting an almost painfully sounding groan from the man. 

“I wanna feel you tonight.” You repeated, pushing your own panties to the side and lining him up with your entrance. 

You definitely needed more prep than this, you knew that it would be an uncomfortable stretch and that you weren’t wet nearly enough to help with it, but you couldn’t wait any longer. 

You groaned from the slight sting, it was a bit worse than you expected it to be. 

“Shit, easy.” Bakugo put his hand on your hip to slow you down a bit. “No need’da hurry. We got all night, princess.” 

»»————-　　————-«« 

You sat on the bathroom floor in your mother’s flat, having to temporarily move in with her due to your unemployment. The phone you kept pressed against your ear kept ringing and ringing. To be honest, you were expecting it to go straight to a voicemail right away. 

“Yeah?” He picked it up probably at the last possible ring. 

“Hey.” You greeted him. “Listen, could we talk?” You bit your lip as you looked at the positive pregnancy test in your hand. 

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✧˖°. Pro Hero Dynamight + CamGirl!Reader

Content: Death of children, Bakugo emotional hour, smut, happy ending.

*Not proofread.

Bakugo comes home after one of the harder days of Pro Hero work, to find you streaming... he didn't know his routine with you would lead to a second chance.

Bakugo who comes home from another difficult day where he arrived at a scene too late - a family grieving tonight as the building collapsed atop their two smallest children lost in the chaos.

He couldn’t help the sparks that popped off in his palms, watching with wide, horrified eyes as he caught a final glimpse of one of the kids eyes before the darkness and heavy concrete fell. Trying his hardest to wrangle the family away to one of the sidekicks on scene to control civilians, Bakugo worked hard with other heroes and rescue personnel to uncover the tiny bodies.

Fuck!

He had hoped for a miracle, that there would’ve been a pocket in the rubble that the kids got trapped in, saved from the horrible end. Gotten a few scrapes and bruises, hell a broken bone would be better than the nightmare he watched pulled from the skeleton of what was once a high-rise building. He had stormed off that night, away from Kirishima and the sidekicks, away from his agency where he would’ve normally wrapped up his day. He had stripped down from his Hero costume to black sweats, a black hooded sweatshirt and a beanie to hide his signature hair, and a black facemask to add additional cover to keep him from being recognized. His body was buzzing with rage. Rage at the unfairness of a world where innocent kids die. Rage at himself for being ten seconds too late. Rage at the fucking villainous piece of trash that caused the chaos, caused the damage, that ended up taking that family’s two youngest away. Bakugo had felt the acidic bile rise in his throat, the adrenaline pumping through him suddenly snapping away to an all-consuming self-reproach.

Ding!

A familiar notification chimed on his phone. It was 8PM, and 8PM on a Friday made his pants instantly tighten as his cock tented in his sweatpants as he thought of you. You who he found by accident one day while scrolling through endless pages of porn videos, girls with obviously fake shrill screams and overexaggerated expressions that looked more pained than pleasured. It was when his mouse slipped, catching the corner of an add with an accidental click; Bakugo cursing under his breath as he waited for it to load so he could close it out when he heard you. Soft, airy panting paired with the sweetest moans he had ever heard, his cock instantly springing to life as he watched with rapt attention at the way your pussy swallowed a translucent highlighter pink dildo. He immediately went and signed up to the actual site you hosted your streams on, paid for a membership to be able to communicate with you, and curated his work schedule around your streams (as much as he could, within reason given the nature of Pro Hero work) thus beginning his relationship with your schedule, and you (in his head).

8PM on a Friday meant you were going to do a longer stream, one where you allowed donations to control your actions: how you stripped your clothing, asking you to twirl, pinch, poke or stroke all over your body, say requested things out loud, etc. Bakugo loved your Subs Control night as you called it - something he always found a lot of pleasure in when he donated to your stream and asked you to do things that, while not giving away his true identity, would only be for him in his head. The way your sweet voice called out to him with a thank you and a smile, your eyelids falling half-shut as you complied with his requests with a shy bite to your bottom lip. Gods - he wanted you so badly.

Tonight was different though, tonight Bakugo's heart was heavy and his balls, equally. He felt disgusted with himself that despite the raging emotions for the situation, and his failure, he still needed to have a release and enjoy his time with you.

"Hi guys!" Your soft voice called out happily over his computer speakers, the darkness of his room enveloping him as he lowered his sweats to his thighs to free his cock and balls, his hand lazily stroking at himself as he watched you, calming down if only a little, for now. "I know we usually do Subs Control on Fridays, but I just got over being sick and don't feel my best, but I wanted to come on and apologize to all of you face to face. I hope you'll forgive me and meet me for Sunday's stream! I'll make it up to you all, see you then!" A pastel sunset background with [STREAM ENDED] and some stars and a fuzzy yellow-white crescent moon greeted his widened eyes.

No.

No!

Bakugo knew he was being selfish but he needed this break, he needed you. He quickly shot you a $5,000.00 donation with the message: "Please come chat with me, nothing sexual since you're not feeling well... please." Bakugo didn't see your expression of shock and curiosity as you received the donation notification, expecting something small from one of your subs that was probably wishing you well, and to feel better, etc. which has happened before... what has not happened before was the notification and attached message with an amount you rarely made within a week. You swallowed hard, you were already changed into an oversized Dynamight t-shirt and cheeky undies, but your makeup was still done, and you decided to give in to the request. GEMGD420* was one of your favorite subs, someone who always sent in uniquely sexy requests, tipped you, and just interacted kindly in chat and interacted with you on Twitter. You accepted his room invitation and soon you were shown on the video screen while you were met with a dark room, and dark outline of a large, masculine form.

"Hey Gem," you shortened his username, calling him what you called him in your head when you were streaming and saw his name. Bakugo's mouth went dry seeing you wearing one of the original merch shirts he designed when he first started his agency and rose to the top of the charts.

"Hey Bun," a deep voice said back, shortening your username HunnyBunny03. You didn't expect him to sound like that but the reverberation of his voice through his mic gave you goosebumps. You did have auralism. "M'sorry for dragging you back on, but I really needed a break from my mind tonight and you usually help me with that."

"I may not be as high-energy as I am on stream," you said, feeling yourself relaxing in your chair as you smiled at the screen, even if you couldn't see him. "If you don't mind that, I'm happy to talk with you about what's weighing on your mind, if you want... or we can just ramble on about whatever else you'd like," you didn't expect to hear what sounded like heavy breathing... but not the creepy he's definitely touching himself kind but accompanied with soft sniffles like someone trying to keep from crying. "Hey, c'mon Gem tell me what's going on?" Your voice was soft, coaxing him.

"I... I work as a Pro Hero," he admitted, wondering how far he wanted to take this with his identity - he could always send you a non-disclosure agreement with a payment if he had to. "Something really awful happened today, and I couldn't stop it from happening. I failed," Bakugo choked on a sob, trying to hold himself back from fully losing it over audio where you'd hear him. "I failed."

"Hey now," your voice was soothing like a Mother would do with her child. "I don't know a lot about what all Pro Heros deal with behind the scenes, but I know you guys deal with more than any one person should shoulder... even people who go through all of the training you Pros do, you still shoulder too much. You're still only human, no matter how strong your quirk - and humans aren't infallible." You heard him let out a few soft sobs, watching the darkened outline of his body shake over camera as he said something that nearly stopped your heart.

"Kids," he struggled out between gasping breaths, trying to calm himself down again. "Two kids were crushed by a building right in front of my eyes, and I only fuckin' missed them by ten damn seconds!" You didn't know how to comfort him with this, this was something heavier than you had experience with. A thought started swirling around in your head, a thought that caused a knot of anxiety to form in the pit of your stomach as you considered your options before you broke the silence.

"How..." you took a deep breath in, steeling your nerves with your decision. "How long ago did this happen?"

"It's been..." Bakugo looked at his clock reading 8:27PM. "It's been like four or five hours, I'm sure if you turned on the news you'd see them reporting on the villain attack that happened downtown."

"Twenty-four hours," you finally said after a pause on your end. Bakugo had been watching you, noting the change in your face as he wondered if he was telling you too much, how could he ever expect you to relate to his problem and not feel bad about it? He felt so guilting but then he was confused, watching you as you continued. "My quirk limits me to twenty-four hours..." your quirk? Bakugo had never heard you talk about having a quirk on stream, and while there wasn't really a lot of chances for you to talk about something like that between when you stripped, played games or fucked yourself on your myriad of silicone toys you had also been super personable with your subs, and shared a lot about your life.

"Your quirk?" Bakugo finally says, wondering what it had to do with anything.

"I can give you another chance," you said, the finality in your voice and the hard look on your face froze Bakugo. You weren't kidding, but what the fuck did you mean?

"W-what do you mean another chance? I don't-" you cut him off.

"I can rewind time up to twenty-four hours, and I can control who is affected by it by touching them." Your whole body was tense... you've never told anyone about your quirk, not since high school where people would always use you to redo their tests, or fix a social mistake and seem cooler the second time around... petty shit that exhausted you. You weren't a person to them, you were a time-machine for people with regrets... but this... this is something you'd feel better about helping with. "If you tell me where to meet you... if you come prepared in your gear ready to go back into that fight I can rewind to a point and you can take over and redo your rescue."

Bakugo was frozen in his chair. He never expected this would be the outcome of one of the worst nights of his life. Were you fucking with him? No... he couldn't claim to know you personally, but you just didn't seem like an intentionally cruel person. He was already standing up from his chair, shouting his phone number to you and telling you to meet him in an hour at the location of where the building fell, where the kids had been only hours before. He killed his end of the chat and you were left in the aftermath, sitting in silence as you sent him a text to let him know from your location you could get there in forty minutes. You killed the chatroom and turned off your computer as you got dressed in black joggers, a black jacket over your Dynamight shirt, and a bunny-eared knit hat. Grabbing your bag and running out of your apartment to meet a stranger you hoped wasn't lying to get you alone somewhere, but you were willing to take the chance if everything turned out to be true. You could truly feel like your quirk wasn't meant for useless tasks, instead doing something that you could feel good about... something you could help Gem feel good about.

Bakugo had gotten to the location in under thirty minutes, pacing as he realized he gave a full hour and might have to continue to wait, the pit of anxiety in his stomach growing as he stood in his Hero costume, full ready to go like he was back in the fight earlier... he worried that you were just playing an elaborate prank, that you lied about what you can do and was just trying to meet him. He didn't think you knew who he was, though, and again, he didn't think you were capable of being so cruel. It was only five more minutes when a small black car pulled up, and a shadow moved out of the car and toward him. Bakugo watched as you approached him, sucking in a breath as you were still wearing the Dynamight shirt, peaking through the open part of your jacket as you stopped suddenly in front of him.

"Dynamight?" Your voice shook a little, eyes wide. Yeah, you definitely didn't know who he was when you agreed to this. "You're GEMGD420?"

Bakugo let out a sigh, dragging a hand down his face at the mention of his username, uttering an embarrassed, "yeah, s'me." He watched as you pulled the front of your jacket tighter in an attempt to hide your t-shirt but he just chuckled and you walked forward, eyes turning away from him to stare at the rubble of the building. The skeleton of the high-rise was imposing, still smoking from an earlier fire and the smell of cement dust and blood hung heavy in the air.

"I thought a lot about how to do this on the way here, and I think I have a good plan." Bakugo listened as you asked where the kids had been, you both walking toward the edge of the building where the kids had been running out at the last minute, but not fast enough. You asked Bakugo how far back he wanted to go, and he just wanted an extra five minutes to grab the kids. He wasn't in the mood to relive the whole fight - he just wanted enough time to grab them and get everyone to safety. You nodded, standing a few meters back from where Bakugo would be able to run toward the kids. "My quirk knocks me out the further back in time I go... anything over an hour will incapacitate me. I will be fine; I want you to ignore me when I collapse because you will only have that five-minute window to get them. You said no debris falls this far back so I should be good here. Are you ready?" Bakugo looked at you and nodded. Taking your hand as a white-blue light began to surround you both and he watched with wide eyes as the previous activity of the day passed by them in a lightening rewind. Your grip on his hand tightened as you kept your eyes closed, focusing on the exact time you needed to reach. Bakugo watched as the other Heros buzzed by, emergency cleanup crews, police... Bakugo watched as the moment he was waiting for approached, the building beginning to rebuild itself before his eyes. It was when he caught sight of the children running from the lobby to where they were crushed underneath the canopy of the luxury building. Bakugo's body buzzed with anxiety and anticipation, waiting to spring when he saw out of the corner of his eyes time beginning to slow down, and your body crumpling to the ground. He fought his instinct to check on you as he remembered what you told him.

Don't worry about me. You have limited time to save the kids.

Bakugo rushed forward, knowing exactly where he needed to go as the familiar pleading screams of the parents, and the sounds of eruptions and crumbling cement surrounded him and overtook his senses. He saw them as he rushed forward toward the glass doors that had been blown out earlier, scooping each small child up under his arms as he carried the crying toddlers out from under the building just before he heard the deafening crack of the foundation as the familiar sight of the building collapsing in on itself replayed in front of his eyes again... but this time he was holding two crying kids, setting them down on the ground by the parents and paramedics as he bended and fell to his knees, crying there in the middle of the madness as relief washed over him. Kirishima had caught up to Bakugo, kneeling beside him with a large hand on the blonde's shoulder as he patted him reassuringly.

"Hey, c'mon Bakugo!" Kirishima's voice was reassuring, celebratory, but also held the weight of what they had dealt with all day. "You got everyone out of the building, that last minute save you did on those kids was amazing." Bakugo just nodded, his eyes drifting over to where your body lay on the ground, covered in a thin layer of cement dust and dirt as the buildings collapse sent debris all around them. "Shit, are they hurt? Did we miss someone?" Kirishima got up, helping Bakugo up as well as they walked over to you, Bakugo kneeling forward to pick you up and take you over to an ambulance.

"They're fine," Bakugo said, "looks like they might've taken a hit from something..." he needed his friend not to pry, as he set you in the ambulance and they began to check you over for injuries. They stated they would be taking you to the main hospital. Bakugo nodded, promising you in his head he'd come see you as soon as he could. He stayed behind with Kirishima to assess the rest of the damage, and gather all of the civilians, helping to triage injuries as they evacuated the area for the cleanup crews to come in and take care of the building debris. "C'mon Red, let's go wrap up." Kirishima nodded, following behind with Bakugo as they headed back to the agency for paperwork, and to get themselves cleaned up. Bakugo was riding a high, unlike anything he had ever felt before, his body on fire with an electric buzz of adrenaline and excitement... his heart full of appreciation at what you did for those kids, for him... he had to get back to you as soon as possible.

The few hours Bakugo spent at his agency wrapping up incident paperwork, showering and making sure everything was in order for his days off felt like an eternity when he was waiting to hear back from you. He had texted your phone in reply to the one you had sent him earlier but hadn't heard anything back from you. He called the hospital and got your room number, grabbing his things and dressing down in civilian clothes as he headed out to meet you once again.

Bakugo stopped at a specialty flower shop, remembering from one of your stream Q&A's you mentioned one of your favorite flowers was an Apricot Alexis Chrysanthemum... stupidly specific but when he saw the flower, he understood... it shared the same dusty pink color some of your cozy cute outfits had in common... and when he got a bunch of them in a simple clear vase it brought a small tip-up to the corner of his lip, imagining it in the background of one of your streams... maybe he should start sending you flowers weekly, if you'd let him - would that be too much? Bakugo had a hard time rationalizing what would be too much with the combination of his feelings for you as they grew as he watched your streams for the last six months, or the absolute gift you gave him of a second chance he never imagined possible after one of his hardest days as a Pro Hero.

Flowers would be the least of what he'd want to do for you... or to you.

Bakugo arrived at the hospital within ten minutes, hurrying to the elevator and the third floor where he knew you would be. Shuffling uncomfortably as people's gazes lingered a little too long... but he was in his usual disguise of all black casual workout clothes, a hat to cover his hair and a mask to cover his face (which luckily in a hospital wasn't all that suspicious). Bakugo finally arrived to your room, number M5309, luckily a single room so he didn't have to deal with avoiding a roommate or their visitors. Bakugo stepped through the door and shut it behind him with a soft click! as he saw you, eyes shut and breathing calmly, hooked up to some i.v. fluids and a heart monitor. The soft beep, beep, beep keeping him calm as he set the flowers down near the window, half-in half-out of the sun for you to see when you open your eyes.

"Hey Gem," your voice was quiet, soft and hoarse as you cracked your eyes open to see Bakugo frozen at the foot of your bed. "Sit down, you're making me uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Bakugo muttered, opting to pull the seat from against the wall at right beside you as he rested his arms on your bed, taking your hand in his as he played with your fingers and shifted your bones around like he was making sure they were all there and connected. You let him have his strange little ritual, whatever this was. "How're you feeling?"

"M'good," you mumbled out, stretching your limbs from lack of movement except the hand Bakugo was holding. "Feel super fatigued, that was one of the longer time-jumps I've done in a while but it's not all that bad... just the longer I go back the longer I'm out for - otherwise unscathed."

"Thank you," Bakugo's usually harsh, deep baritone was a quiet reverberant that sent a multitude of tingles across your body. "Thank you for doing that, that family doesn't have to bury their children now."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't partially just do it for you because I consider you a friend," you let out honestly, and Bakugo froze. "I've grown way too fond of you over the past year and to find out you're..."

"Fuckin' Dynamight," Bakugo finished for you.

"Yeah," you swallowed, looking straight at him. "Though I didn't decide to do it for Dynamight... I did it for Gem... and for the kids, because it seemed to be weighing heavily on you. Out of all the losses I'm sure you've had in your career, this seemed to be the hardest."

"I-I had never lost a kid before, let alone two with such a close margin... if you hadn't helped me, I'd still be living with this failure... that my best isn't good enough. My best is short by ten fuckin' seconds." Bakugo was shaking but you shifted in bed, using your other hand to pull him up out of the chair and into your arms as you enveloped him, his large body shaking with quiet sobs as he hugged you around your neck tightly. You could make out another choked thank you, but you ignored it. Just letting him get out everything he needed to get out, the wet spot on your hospital gown shoulder only growing but you held him tighter, having pulled him so hard he curled his body against yours on the bed as you happily made the room.

You never thought you'd have a chance to meet someone from your streams that you considered a friend, let alone that that friend was your favorite Pro Hero. It felt like a fever dream.

"It's okay now," you kept repeating soothing mantras to Bakugo as his breathing hiccupped, until it was a barely shaky intake of breath, and stuttering exhale... but calmer than before. "You're okay, those kids are okay, everything is okay."

"M'sorry," Bakugo said, his first instinct always being to apologize for his emotions being 'too big' as it had been said to him before. You wanted to punch whoever made him think he had to apologize for crying, even if it was himself.

"Shut up," you scolded him softly, pulling your arms around him tighter... well as around as you could since his muscled body was large enough to completely cover yours. "You're allowed to feel things and express those feelings... especially when it was something so horrible." Bakugo shifted his body until he was partially lying on his side, partially on you, resting his chin on your chest as he looked up at you like a puppy begging for snuggles. He couldn't believe he actually had a chance to meet you, his crush, and that you gave him the most amazing second chance. He watched a sudden change in your expression as you looked away from him that sent a knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach, wondering what he could've done to make you upset... he didn't expect the tear to slip from your eyes that sent him into a panicked state, his mind working overdrive to try and find a solution to fix whatever he fucked up, until you stopped him dead in his tracks.

"You remembered my favorite flowers..." you were staring at the sparkling clear vase and a bunch of your favorite flower. "I don't remember talking about them before."

"Your Q&A stream back in... June?" Bakugo mused, remembering how much fun that stream was. He had the day off and you blessed him with an 8-hour stream, raffle, and one hell of a masturbation show in celebration of you reaching 100,000 fans. "That was a hell of a lot of fun, and you mentioned your favorite flower back then. It was the question I asked." You were watching him with such an intense stare Bakugo had to look away, he didn't know what you were thinking. If you thought he was a perverted freak, a stalker, a weirdo for remembering something so stupid for four months... his incessant negative train of thought was broken by you pulling him up by his jacket as you kissed him. Sweet and soft, but with such an underlying intensity it took his breath away. He stayed still, trying not to scare you off but as he heard a soft hum leave your throat, he couldn't help but need your lips with eagerness matching the sun. He cupped your face and pulled you to him, you both laughing a little at your teeth knocked together in the heat of the moment.

"Thank you," you pressed your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath from the fervor of the kiss. "They're beautiful, and you remembering my favorite flower is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." The look Bakugo gave you made you shrug with a sheepish look on your face. "There's a reason I'm a streamer and not out going on vacations with my boyfriend... I have a habit of dating shitheads."

"How about I change that?" Bakugo said it so instantly it even shocked him. Your mouth was open in a small 'o' as you blinked up at him.

"W-what?" Your mind was racing a mile a minute as your heartbeat fluttered in your chest like a trapped hummingbird.

"Sorry, I just meant," the blush that took over Bakugo's cheeks up to the tips of his ears as he stuttered over his words made your heart flutter. "I know it's weird, that I'm just some pervert that watches your streams, you don't even know m-" you cut him off with another heated kiss.

"Shut up," you said again. Bakugo's mind buzzing with the fact that no one has ever told him to shut up before, and you've done it twice now. "I think I'd like to get to know you..." you pulled him back in for a quick kiss, punctuating your words each time with a soft peck. "My friendly," kiss, "perverted," kiss, "weirdo internet stalker," kiss.

"You really mean that?" Bakugo whispered, looking up at you. "You'd want to get to know... me?"

"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?" You asked, giving him your best fake offended face. "I know there are a lot of stigmas around sex work, and cam girls, but I thought the almighty Dynamight wouldn't be such a prude-" you were silenced with a kiss.

"Shut up," he grumbled at you, pulling you close to him as he closed his eyes to take in the moment while you tried your hardest to kill the increasing beep! of the heart monitor you were connected to, telling all of your secrets.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Bakugo's voice was almost a deep purr, the reverberating depth sending a shockwave straight to your pussy.

"You literally tipped on the stream I fucked myself with the Pro Hero dildo line, Katsuki," you rolled your eyes as you sucked in a breath, Bakugo running the thick, spongy head of his cock along your slick pussy, taking extra care to occasionally slap the weight against your clit. "I've basically fucked you already." At that statement Bakugo barked out a condescending laugh.

"That was a poorly modeled assumption of what they thought my cock looked like," Bakugo murmured, stopping his movements to let the heavy weight of his cock slap against his thigh with an audible sound. You gulped, looking at the monster he was going to be stuffing into you. "Does this look like your dildo even came close?" His smirk told you he already knew the answer: fuck no.

"N-no..." you breathed out, watching with wide eyes and a watering mouth as Bakugo leaned over you, one of his hands guiding himself to your waiting hole as he pressed forward into you. The stretch that came with just his cockhead had you squirming and whimpering underneath him. "F-fuck, Katuski! S'too much, too big! F-fuck!" Bakugo was living his fucking dream of having you writhing beneath him, of the way he knew your pussy would clench around him tightly as he bullied his cock into you. It had been a month of dating before you both caved into your desires, after one particularly good arcade date and a steamy make out session in a photobooth, you couldn't wait any longer - you couldn't keep going back up to your apartment alone to fingerfuck yourself to frustrated completion knowing your hands, your toys, couldn't come close to how you knew Bakugo would make you feel. Your imagination didn't even come close to the jarringly full sensation that left you panting as Bakugo bottomed out in your pussy, pressing painfully against your cervix as it gave away to an itching pleasure you couldn't quite describe.

"Gahhh-!" The deep grunt that came out of Bakugo as he felt your pussy clench around his girth was almost too much. He wouldn't last long with you feeling this good. "Fuck baby, s'too good... pussy feels too good around me, clenching like a little slut for me." Bakugo pulled back his hips, snapping them forward as the force shifted you on the bed, little wanton cries leaving your lips as he picked up his pace, and continued his assault. You'd never felt so much pleasure in your life and Bakugo had you seeing stars five thrusts in. "I don't think I'm gonna last long in this perfect little pussy, baby, feels like fuckin' heaven." Bakugo lifted your hips, large hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as his cock began to drag across your sweet spot, a wet squelching sound filling the room as your body responded to his movements. Bakugo damn near fainted when he saw a mix of your juices and his pre-cum mixing in a creamy white ring at his base, he wanted to fucking taste it, taste what you both made together.

"K-Katsuki, gonna c-cum!" You had never reached a climax so soon without using a high-speed vibe on your clit, but here you were melting under someone's touch in as little as ten minutes.

"Yeah baby? Gonna cum on this cock, hm? Cum for me then, show me how good I'm making you feel," you damn near screamed with the power of your release as your pussy clamped down and milked Bakugo for all he had. You cumming sending Bakugo into his own release as his hips stuttered in their powerful movement, fucking you through the seemingly endless muscle contractions as you shook and shuddered beneath him, tears springing to your eyes and spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at the sweat-covered wet dream that was your new boyfriend. "Fuck, c'mon baby, gonna fill up your pussy, yeah? Gonna give you everything!" Katsuki nearly blacked out with how your pussy milked him, your body convulsing with sensitivity as he pushed forward, his balls hitting your ass as he flooded your pussy with ropes of hot, white cum. You had never felt so full in your life, between the sheer size of him and the size of his load you could swear you felt and tasted him in your throat.

Bakugo slipped his softening cock from you with a slow drag, your breath stuttering as he left your warm depths. He dropped forward onto the bed, moving onto his side as he pulled you into him, stroking your hair and kissing your temple as your body buzzed and tingled still. Your legs tangled together as you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss before looking up at him through wet lashes.

"Wow," you breathed, a mischievous look in your eyes. "If that's how good sex with one of my subs is, I should start raffling off-" Bakugo cut off your joke with a harsh growl and a hungry kiss as he claimed you, holding onto your cheeks as he squished your face in-between his pointer finger and thumb.

"Ha. Ha." Bakugo looked at you with a seriousness that let you know he knew it was a joke, but his answer wasn't. "If anyone but me ever touches this pussy I'll kill 'em."

"Love you, Katsuki," you murmured, kissing away his frown as he pulled you closer into him, nearly wanting to crawl into your skin to feel closer to you.

"Love you too, jerk," Bakugo mumbled, his heart full of love for you but his mind thinking of ways to murder an invisible threat as he marinated in the aftermath of your joke. "You weren't really going to-?"

"No, asshole!" You hit him on his chest, laughing as you pinched his nipple. Taking the moment, he made a yelping noise to give him another kiss. "Just you, only you." You reassured him, knowing this joke would get you bent over his knees later, but you didn't mind that punishment as you fell asleep together in a mix of sweat, cum and soft kisses.

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[kingdaddydaichi]

º Notes: fluff, angst, sfw

You rolled your eyes, opened your front door, and sighed. "What is it, Bakugou?"

"Wow. So we’re not even on a first name basis anymore?"

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot. “You’ve got about 5 seconds to tell me what it is you’re here for then I’m closing this door.”

Hurt flashed across his features before his game face returned. “Come on, quit acting like you don’t care anymore. I know you still love m- hey!”

You’d started to shut the door in his face, but he stopped it with the toe of his boot, his ash blond bangs obscuring his eyes. “I miss you, damn it," he grumbled. "Need to talk to you.”

You kept one hand on the open door and propped the other on your jutted hip. “Too bad, I don’t wanna talk to you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Yes, Bakugou, I do. Now just-“ The edges of your eyes burned with the threat of tears. You fought the urge to throw yourself into his arms, which would be a hell of a lot easier if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. He smelled so good. His scent had all but worn off of your sheets and pillows. “Just go.”

“We can get through this, (Y/n). We've fought and won tougher battles than this together.”

“Stop.”

“It doesn’t have to be like this.”

“Yes, it does. I can’t do this anymore, Katsuki, please.” Your bottom lip quivered.

“Hey…” He reached for you, but you pulled away.

“No, Katsuki. I don't wanna fight with you anymore! I can’t handle-" Your voice cracked as the first tears fell. "All I’ve ever wanted to do is just love you, but it feels like that’s never been enough for you!”

“(Y/n)…” He reached for you again and this time you let him pull you into him. You really were too tired to fight with your lover anymore, and he felt like home. "It's more than enough, babe. It's the only thing I need. Always has been." He held your sobbing form in his arms.

Your weak fist landed against his hard chest. "I'm so mad at you, but I love you so fucking much and I hate you for it, Katsuki," you whined.

He pressed his lips into your hair. "That's okay, you can hate me...as long as you never stop loving me."

"I'm fucking serious!"

He pulled back to look at you. "What? You think I'm not? Hah? You're my entire fucking world, (Y/n)! If you leave my life, I swear to god I'll blow up a star and create a new world with you in it just so I can be with you again."

You sniffed. "Katsuki..."

He put his hand in your hair. "Baby, I start shit with you because I love you."

You hid your wet face against his arm and chuckled. "That doesn't even make sense."

"I know, but it's fucking true. I just don't know how else to express how passionate I am with you sometimes. I'm an idiot, alright? Ya happy now?"

"No."

The up-and-coming pro hero squeezed you tight. "When's the last time you ate? I can feel your fucking ribs."

Your voice was muffled by the material of his shirt, now damp with your tears. "Yesterday."

He kissed your forehead. "Come on, let me make you something to eat."

He felt skinnier too. "When's the last time you ate?" you said, sniffling and looking up at him with red, puffy eyes.

"Tuesday", he mumbled. Today was Thursday.

"Katsuki!" you gasped. "That was two fucking days ago!" You knew your boyf - ex-boyfriend - well enough to know that the only time he didn’t eat was when he was sick.

“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and let me cook for you.”

“Only if you promise to eat, too.” You pulled him inside and locked the door behind him.

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[bkghq]

bakugo katsuki is obsessed, truly utterly infatuated with you.

He loves the way you lay your head on his chest as if it's an instinct, he adores how you snuggle deeper because he feels as if he provides you comfort. even when he knows that you're quite self-sufficient enough to protect yourself, the thought of being your knight in shinning armour makes his heart beat faster.

The warmth that fills him when you gently run your fingers over his scars and talk about how beautiful they are, albeit him feeling as if they are the ugliest part of him. The tender tone in which you tell him that ;

"your scars are a part of your wholesome journey to who you've become today 'ki, they define you 'n i love them for that."

He may be a mess of a man, but you've accepted him with open arms, after every bad fight, every victory, every loss he knows, he knows that at the end of every day; good or bad, he'll find you with open arms inviting him in.

To him you're a breathe of fresh air, you let him catch a breather, he knows he doesn't need to play pretend when you're around, he still has no clue how, but something about your words is so affirming and they never fail to bring him at ease, "you did great 'suki but remember you don't always win, nonetheless i'm proud of you." while you run your finger through his hair.

when he looks into your eyes, the fluttering feeling in his heart never stops, he seems to be falling more and more in love with you. Even after dating for so many years, he still gets nervous around you acting as if he's not a twenty-five year old pro hero, but rather a school going teenager getting their first crush.

The symbol of victory they call him, but what they don't know is that once he was a hopeless man, a man with no desire but kill, kill the bad, but when he met you? it was like he was in a barren desert and had found water. Once glance at you and he knows why he wakes up everyday.

so beyond a shadow of doubt, bakugo katsuki can say, that butterflies can't stop him falling for you even more with every breathing second.

THNX 4 READING <3 RBS + COMMENTS APPRECIATED ໒꒰ྀི ⁰́꒳⁰̀ ꒱ྀི১

#i <3 this ! wrote dis while listening 2 i guess im in love by clinton kane ! #so i advise u 2 listen to it while reading >3> #bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki fluff #bnha bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #bakugo katsuki smut #bakugo smut #mha bakugo #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x yn #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki angst #bakugo x you #bakugo x female reader

[crimsonredfeathers]

Nightmares

Bakugou Katsuki x gn!Reader

Warnings: cussing, curse words, mild gore

Word count: 699

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"Shit!" Releasing a few more blasts from the palms of his hands, Katsuki kept propelling himself forward, a dark expression on his face. He could see the villain behind you that was getting ready to strike whilst you were trying to keep up with the attacks of a huge group of enemies in front of you. One more blast, and he would finally be able to reach you, to scoop you up in his arms and get you out of harm's way.

The moment he reached for you, screaming your name, you turned your head to look at him in surprise. Not a second later, you were gone, ripped to shreds in front of him, before the force of the impact pushed Katsuki to the ground a few feet away.

Katsuki jolted awake from his slumber, mind dazed by the cruel pictures that had accompanied his nightmare. His whole body was covered in sweat, hands trembling as he wiped his sticky palms on the covers. Teeth gritted and heartbeat racing, he barely dared to move his head to check on you. What if this wasn't just a very bad dream after all?

Slowly turning his head to the side of the bed you had claimed for yourself whenever you secretly entered his dorm room at night, fearful of what he might or rather might not be able to find, a breath Katsuki didn't even realize he was holding, escaped his lips in a short sigh. There you were, sound asleep right next to him. Tears of relief welled up in the corner of his eyes and spilled at the sight of your peaceful form.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered while he wiped the salty tears away with his forearm, sharply biting down on his bottomlip to stop more of them from falling. "Kacchan...?" Your tired voice reached his ears, questioning his behavior as you sat up, rubbing your eyes. "Are you crying?"

"N-no, of course not," he plainly lied to you, even though it was painfully obvious from the hoarse sound of his voice and the quiet sniffling. "Lying bastard," you muttered, laying back down into the comfort of his pillow. Holding your arms wide open, Katsuki followed your invitation, nestling into your embrace and snaking his own arms around you, holding you as tight as possible.

Whenever Katsuki woke up like this, you knew another nightmare was at fault. Ever since you had gained a nasty wound that had cost you three fingers of your left hand in a battle against some villains, an ambush attack that took you and the other students by surprise months ago, Katsuki kept replaying the incident in his mind, blaming himself for what had happened. After the initial shock had worn off, Katsuki had jumped to his feet, realizing you were alive, but your left hand had been torn apart. The doctors had done their absolute best, but the tissue of three of your fingers was left beyond repair, the other two possibly staying not only disfigured but stiff for the rest of your life. You knew he did everything in his power to protect you that day. You were still alive thanks to him. If he hadn't come that close to you, shouting for you, making you aware that something was off, you wouldn't have been able to avoid certain death by moving yourself out of the way. He barely spoke about this day and the nightmares that had followed. And by now, you knew better than to ask about what was obvious.

"Don't blame yourself, love," you whispered as you kissed the top of Katsuki's head, your unharmed hand soothingly brushing through his blond hair. "I thank you every day for saving my life, for another day I get to stay by your side." All Katsuki could bring himself to do was nod. "This won't stop me from becoming a hero alongside you, you know," you chuckled. You could feel his fingers dig into the fabric of your shirt. "Dumbass," Katsuki mumbled, sleep slowly taking over his exhausted body once again, "if you don't start to be more careful, I'll surely have you at my agency doing paperwork until you're retiring."

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[ayustuff]

▶A/N: THANKS AND My drafts crashed😹 I'm so thankful that i ss it(😢💀) (Request: @book-oholic )

Pairings: K. Bakugo x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst & Sfw

▶Pro Hero A.U., this is kinda long?¿ fanfic.

Y/N/N = Your nickname

I did not re-read this!!❣

You woke up in your shared bedroom. You opened your eyes finding Katsuki but he isn't there. You think his making breakfast so you go to the kitchen and there he is.

＿＿＿

“Good morning 'tsuki~” You put your arms around his waist hugging him. “Mornin'”He said putting the food on the plate. “Any plans for today?” “Mhmm... Just usual go to the agency, fight villains, eat and... return home. Why?” “Nothing, Heh.” You said not wanting to sound sad. “Okay lets eat.” You thought that maybe his just playing around and surprise you instead.

＿＿＿

After eating he left the house. You normally take day offs when theres anniversary or emergencies, so your here in the house alone.

＿＿＿

After a while you started cooking dinner and decorating the table. You finished its 7:13pm, he still wasn't showing up. You thought maybe he'll comeback at the usual time which is ‘8:20’. Time passed its ‘8:23’ he still wasn't home. Fourty five minutes passed he wasn't home. You grew more and more sad, angry and worried. You thought if he actually forgot about your anniversary.

＿＿＿

You found yourself thinking scenerios about him as hours minutes pass.

‘What if he got some injuries right now?...’

‘What if he forgot about the anniversary?’

‘What if Katsuki is seeing someone else...’

‘What if-’

＿＿＿

Your on the couch staring at the tv even tho its in off. You checked the time its 9:52. Your stomach is grumbling you decided to eat, forgetting about how Katsuki seems to forgot about your anniversary.

＿＿＿

Hours passed its 10:38 the door opened, you take a look at him. He spotted you waiting at the couch, “Why are you still up?” “Katsuki,” “Mhm?” he said taking his boots and gauntlets off.

“Did you forgot about our... dinner?”

“No?” Giving you a questioning look.

“Why didn't you come back to home early then?” You stand up crossing your arms in your chest.

“Look, you know I have hero duty” He put his boots and gauntlets aside.

You grew pissed and the angerness taking over your sadness. “AND YOUR HERO DUTY IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN OUR DINNER!?” Now your fist is on your sides.

“ITS JUST A FUCKING DINNER! LIVES ARE MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOUR CLINGY ASS!” He argued, angrily opening the fridge for water.

“ITS NOT JUST A FUCKING DINNER KATSUKI ITS OUR ANNIVERSARY! YOU CAN ATLEAST STILL COME HOME AT DINNER TIME AND SAVE PEOPLE, THE WORLD WONT DESTROY IF YOU HAVE A FEW HOUR BREAK! BUT IT SEEMS LIKE YOU LITERALLY FORGOT ABOUT OUR ANNIVERSARY!” You yelled back at him, tears falling on your eyes and running to go to your ―shared― bedroom. The words make his heart sink. As he run to you, “Wait Y/N-” he tried to grab your wrist but you slap it. “J-just let me sleep, I-im tired...” you slammed the door in his face.

＿＿＿

You layed on the bed you stared at the ceiling as you heard Bakugo saying sorry's, him wanting you you to open the door and talk this out, and more apologies but you ignored them too furious and tired that he forgot your ―you both's― anniversary. Afew minutes later Bakugo stops at his apologies thinking you fell asleep already.

＿＿＿

When you woke up, remembering what happened yesterday so you decided teach him a lesson. You go to the kitchen to have breakfast, you see him already sitting at the chair. He cooked with your favourite meal. You sit at one of the chairs opposite on him, not taking a glance at him. You eat. “Y/N...” he said staring at you. You ignored him and finishing your food. “Im really sorry for forgetting our anniversary, I promise I'll make it up to you I'll take a week break” You stand up and go to the bed to take a shower, he stared at you following your gaze. As he heard the click sound when you shut the door he woke up from his dreams ―thoughts―.

＿＿＿

You change and ready to go to work. At the living room you see him at the couch watching tv. He heard your foot steps. Your close to the door. He turned his head around to look at you, “Babe, where you goin'?” he asked. You stopped, your hand on the door knob.

“To work, isn't obvious?” You replied not taking a glance at him. “Babe, can you take a-” you leaved shutting the door. “break...” He sighed.

＿＿＿

‘Looks like im not gonna have the forgiveness easily...’ He groans. “fuck...”

＿＿＿

2 ½ hours later Bakugo texted you.

Baby Y/N/N

Katsu: Hey baby 10:06

Baby Y/N/N: hi 10:08

Katsu: Am going to your office for lauch since you forgot your launch :) 10:08

Baby Y/N/N: Oh, its fine I'll just go buy one in the cafeteria. 10:09

Katsu: But you said you don't like the food there? 10:09

Baby Y/N/N: I was lying 10:12

Katsu: Huh read

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

Bakugo's face softened and his now more regreting everything he said―everything he did―.

＿＿＿

9:26 pm you got home, he already swept the floor and cooked. “Hey baby, how's work?” he's the couch. ―this scene reminds you of yesterday but its the opposite now― “Usual.” you said taking off your shoes. “Mhm.” he nodds. You made your way to the bathroom. “Your not gonna eat first?” He said. “No I already ate dinner at work.” You closed the bathroom door. ‘Oh.’ he thought. He sighs returning to watch at the tv again.

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After taking a bath and changing, Bakugo is on the bed laying. You layed beside him but not really facing him. He tried to kiss your shoulders but you doged it by laying flat, your back facing the bed. He stops his trying and just sleep.

＿＿＿

As usual his the one to wake up first at mornings, he admired your face as the sunlight hits you. You stirred, your back now facing his face. He sighs, he wants to cuddle with you but a punishment is a punishment.

＿＿＿

The day went sad and dry, the two of you wanting eachother but you still want to finish the punishment―lesson― to make him really guilty about it.

＿＿＿

Two more days passed it continue like that. You became more soften when he murmurs apologies at mornings, he also had nightmares about you leaving him you heard him saying more apologies. So this night you decided you finally forgive him.

His laying on the bed, facing the wall with heavy lidded eyes. You close the door laying beside him. Hugging him at the back, he frozed for few seconds. He turned looking at you confusedly but missing your touch. He hugged back and kissed your forehead.

“Im so sorry for shouting at you and not remembering our anniversary...” You hug him more tightly.

“Me too, Katsuki I'm sorry for making you feel more lonelier-” He cuts you, “You shouldn't feel sorry it's my fault.”

You two then cuddled to sleep both tired and happy that you two are now back to usual loving couple.

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[tired-teacher-blog]

⚠️ // mentions of self-harm, suicide etc

I know this is a little weird maybe but it’s been an awful week, can you do a bnha boys + reacting and consoling their girlfriend who just relapse into self-harm (it can be in any form you feel most comfortable to) some of them could already know about her tendencies but others just found out idk, you can also do it only for one of them that’s fine for me. If you don’t feel like it please ignore this I know it’s a sensitive topic and I don’t wanna upset you never!! I love you my baby - 🏹

My sweet Bow Anon, I hope you're feeling better honey. Please come and talk to me whenever you feel the need to. I'm always here for you. In the meantime have this small gift. I love you so much.

This is a sensitive topic but I had fun working on it, it was strangely soothing so thank you for requesting it.

Title : The abyss

Characters : Shouto/ Shinsou/ Bakugo/ Taishiro/ fem reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff/ hurt and comfort

Trigger warning : Self harm!!!!

Please do not read if you're a minor

I cannot stress this enough but this is not for the faint of heart!! Please consider this before reading

Masterlist

Shouto :

It hurt, of course it did it always had, but that was the point right? Why else would you heat up the knife and press it to that annoying little unmarked spot in your inner thigh?

Your tears rolled down your cheeks as you sat down on the kitchen floor, but you were still not done yet. You didn't want it to fade quickly this time, you didn't deserve that luxury.

You looked up to the ceiling, biting the inside of your cheek so you wouldn't scream, when suddenly the burning stopped and an annoyingly soothing coolness replaced it.

You looked down to find your boyfriend kneeling in front of you, knife in one hand while gently placing the other over your burnt skin and carefully activating his quirk.

The look on his face said it all. His usual calm and relaxed expressions were taken over by a pained one.

You've been doing good for a while, that's what he thought, but in reality you had been stifling your pain and urges deep within yourself until you finally burst that evening.

When did he get home anyway? Apparently you had been absorbed into your "task" that you hadn't noticed anything else around you.

He threw the knife away and cupped your cheek, eyes searching yours for an answer.

But what answer was he expecting? What were you supposed to say?

You felt horrible, and that's the only thing you were certain of.

The look he had on his face tortured you. He was hurt, worried, scared even, and it's all because of you..

The look he had on his face reminded you of the first time he saw your self inflicted burn marks.

The look he had on his face brought back the memory of the promise you once made, the promise to never hurt yourself again, but at the time, you only gave him your word because you hated the look he had on his face. It's a full circle, and now you're back exactly where you didn't want to be.

_ "Shouto.."

_ "Are you okay? Let's take you to the hospital first, we'll talk later." He could finally find his words.

_ "No need, I'm fine." You didn't even deserve to be treated, that's what you kept thinking.

_ "Don't argue with me, we're going." It might've sounded like he was mad at you but truth be told, he was just worried. "Sweetheart, it'll be fine trust me." He knew he had to reassure you and pull you back to him because at that point you were lost..

Your tears suddenly stopped, and a gleam of hope appeared in your eyes instead.

You hugged him tightly and allowed him to carry you outside. This time you will take his hand and never let go again.

_ "I love you y/n, and we'll get through this together."

Shinsou :

You were doing it again. You knew it was bad, and you knew you could die but at that moment none of it mattered, not even him.

All you wanted was a minute of peace, a good night sleep, accomplishing a task without spiraling out of control.

You winced as the needle finally pricked your skin for the first time in months, and you regretted it as soon as it did.

_ "What am I doing?" Your trembling voice spoke to no one in particular before your tears followed suit.

Fortunately, not a drop of that intoxicating liquid left the syringe as you immediately pulled it out of you and threw it away.

You dropped to your knees sobbing and whimpering and calling his name, but he wasn't home yet, he didn't know what was happening.

You reached out a shaky hand and grabbed your phone dialing your boyfriend's number.

_ "Hi babe, I'm on my way home I'll be there in a couple of minutes." But you didn't answer, and all he could hear was sniffling and more whimpering.

_ "Stay with me y/n don't hang up the phone, I'm almost there." His tone changed as he knew instantly what was happening, he feared the worst since you almost lost your life last time.

You did as asked and held the phone to your ear, but still said nothing. Your tears kept flowing and you could tell he was rushing to get to you by the heavy breathing from his side.

It couldn't have taken him more than a few minutes before he burst through the door and straight to your side.

_ "Babe look at me! Do you recognize me? Show me your arm! Fuck I need to call an ambulance first!" He was panicking and the idea of possibly losing you fogged up his brain.

_ "No, I didn't do it.. I almost did.. but I stopped last second.. I'm sorry, I'm always causing trouble." You struggled to speak between your sobs but you're grateful you did, as your words cooled him down a little.

He turned around to where you had tossed the syringe earlier and sure enough, it was unused.

_ "Hey look at me love." He gently lifted your head up and kissed your cheek, "You're strong, you're amazing I mean look at you! You could've easily done it but you didn't, I'm proud of you so thank you for stopping."

You couldn't believe your ears, he wasn't mad or disappointed, he was actually pleased with you.

_ "But Hitoshi how can you say that? Look what I've almost done!"

_ "Almost, but you didn't and you want to know why? It's because deep down you don't want to go back to that road. That's why I'm proud of you, and that's why I'll walk hand in hand with you until you're completely over it."

You couldn't stop your tears after that, but it was fine, you were finally happy to know that you're on the right way.. and with the right person.

Bakugo :

_ "What's that?" He asked as he noticed the new bandaid on your wrist.

_ "Oh nothing! I just broke a glass yesterday and injured myself while cleaning the mess." You nervously responded and instinctively hid your hand behind your back.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew what it was, he'd seen it before.

Only.. he thought it was over already, he thought you were finally doing better.

He gently took your hand in his and traced the covered area before speaking:

_ "Tell me the truth, you promised you'd always tell me the truth."

You flinched realizing that lying would get you nowhere. He didn't deserve that from you, he was the one who pulled you out of the abyss the first time and you promised you'd always go back to him.

But there you were, relapsing and lying about it.

_ "It's useless.. I really tried but I'm too weak." Shame and regret washed over you and again, you felt worthless.

You braced yourself expecting him to get up and leave, or even get mad and start yelling at you. But what he did next left you wide eyed and speechless.

He lifted your wrist and gently kissed your covered wound, his lips lingered there for a minute and it looked like he was struggling to find the right words.

Tears started forming in your eyes and you blinked them away.

_ "Katsuki.." That was all you could utter without sobbing, and it was as if hearing his own name snapped him back to reality and he could finally speak again.

_ "Y/n, it's alright I'm not mad." He knew exactly what you were thinking. "Listen to me, you're stronger than you believe, it's fine to lose track sometimes, it happens to the best of us, but don't keep it in." His fingers caressed your cheeks as he gently wiped your tears away. "Trust me, talk to me I'll always listen. I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear but you're not just hurting yourself, you're hurting me too, you're killing me." His words came out strangled as if he was trying to keep his own tears at bay. And he was right, those were the last words you wanted to hear but he had to say them and you needed to know what your actions were causing you both. You clung to him desperately and apologized repeatedly.

_ "Forgive me Katsuki I'm begging you, I'll do better and I'll never keep anything from you anymore.. please believe me." His words were a wake up call, and you wanted him to realize that you will never give up easily, that you'll try your best.

_ "I believe you honey, and I'll be right by your side the whole way." He pulled you impossibly close to himself and you were grateful to finally hear him sigh in relief.

It will be hard, that much is true, but you're not alone anymore.

Fatgum :

It's itchy, no matter how hard you try to ignore it, the itchiness never goes away.

You stood in front of your bathroom mirror watching your scarred arms and tracing them with your fingertips.

You tried to stop, truly, and for a little while you managed to control yourself, but it was hard to carry on. The itchiness is the worst, and all you wanted to do was make it go away.

You picked up the knife again and ran the cold metal along your arms, it felt good -horrible as that might sound- the anticipation of what was coming sent shivers down your spine. For a moment, just a single moment you get to feel better, to breathe freely before going back to hating yourself and regretting the whole thing. But you needed that moment, you craved it.

_ "Y/n baby is everything okay? You've been there for long." The all too familiar voice of your worried boyfriend came from the other side of the door.

He knows you, knows your struggles, your pain, and everything you do to chase them away. And that's why he keeps an eye on you at all times.

_ "I'm fine, I'll be out in a minute." You tried to sound cheerful as you pushed the blade within your skin.

_ "Please open the door for me, I'm begging you." His voice was calm, but he was desperate.

You never responded after that, you smiled watching the red liquid running down your arm and into the sink.

All of a sudden, the door flew open as your boyfriend easily broke in, snatching the knife from your trembling hand and throwing it away.

And before you could turn around to face him, he picked you up in his arms and ran out straight to your bedroom where he placed you gently on the bed and proceeded to treat your injury while murmuring reassuring words. Thankfully he got to you in time as it was just a shallow cut.

_ "It's gonna be okay, I got you." He was frightened, you could tell, and as much as he tried to hide it, he simply couldn't.

He never blamed you for any of it, never left your side or even thought to do it.

_ "I'm sorry Taishiro.. I tried to stop but.." you were cut off by your own strangled sobs.

_ "It's okay, you'll be okay I promise."

He finished treating you quickly and pulled you on his lap, allowing you to cry to your heart's content. He traced your back and kissed the top of your head repeatedly as he hoped you would feel safer.

_ "I love you, and I will never leave your side so please let me in, talk to me whenever you feel the urge to cut yourself. Don't be afraid, there is nothing we can't overcome together." He whispered against your temple and you nodded.

You will try your hardest, if not for yourself than at least for him. He deserves that much.

_ "I promise I will."

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[jinwoosungs]

{ 58 }

time heals all wounds.

bakugo katsuki x fem.reader

warnings: unedited; angst; spoilers for bnha ch. 362 + 363

your quirk was thought to be something close to a godsend; and due to how immensely important it was, you were often told to use it sparingly and only in cases of severe emergencies.

your quirk has come to be known by this simple phrase: time heals all wounds. it worked similarly to eri's rewind quirk, but with a focus on healing even the most dire of wounds. it was a quirk you had inherited from your great-grandmother, who was a reknown healer back in her pro-hero years. and her quirk was so profound and legendary that those who witnessed her in action said she could bring even those on the brink of death back to life.

she was famous for being able to save countless of lives, and her legacy was something that would never be forgotten-

however, it came with a high price.

with each hero she saved with her quirk, reversing time and healing their wounds, her own lifespan had been cut. she was a brave woman, often sacrificing herself for the sake of others without without hesitation.

despite her death at the ripe age of 40, she still found time to fall in love and raise a family of her own, which was how you came into existence.

before your quirk ever manifestated, your parents often prayed that you would be born quirkless, that you wouldn't inherit time heals all wounds and live a relatively normal and happy life.

so when you were four years old and scraped your knee while trying to ride your bike, your mother had come to you, face filled with concern as she got the first aid kit ready. you didn't like seeing her so worried, so you did what you always do whenever you got a small cut or bruise-

you would simply focus and press your hand against the scrape, watching the blood slowly morph away as your newly healed skin was seen, completely good as new with no blemishes or proof of your prior injuries.

but instead of seeing your mother's happy expression, you were met with your mother's anguished cry of your name. the tears that filled her eyes was unmistakable-

you had inherited your great-grandmother's quirk.

after your display, you remembered your mother gripping your shoulders tightly as she begged you to never use your quirk to heal your wounds ever again. by now, you were crying yourself, unable to comprehend that waiting for your bruises and cuts to heal naturally always hurt, and that you'd rather fix all of your 'ouchies' by yourself.

your mother was devastated upon hearing your words, simply holding you close while pressing her fevered lips against your forehead, "oh honey, i know it hurts, but trust me, the more you use that quirk of yours, the greater your pain will be when you grow older. i don't want your future to be taken away from you, my love."

you wouldn't understand what her words meant back then, but in due time, as you grew older, you had quickly learned the ultimate truth about your quirk: if you were ever to use your quirk to rewind time, regardless of how far back you reversed it, your own lifespan would be cut short in response.

you kept such truths deep inside of your heart, still choosing to pursue an education at u.a. despite your obvious limitations. all of your teachers and mentors helped with honing your skills in the art of healing without relying on the use of your quirk, often putting you under recovery girl's own tutelage as you helped her with treating any injured students.

never once were you told to use your quirk-

that is, until now.

you recall being shaken up, eyes opening to be met with shoto todoroki's panicked gaze. you briefly wondered how he came into your dorm room, but was snapped out of it upon feeling how much his hands were trembling. he calls out your name, practically on the brink of tears as he tried to tell you what was going on.

"we tried to fight, and bakugo- i- fuck, please, you have to help him. i know it's asking a lot of you, but please, i'm begging you, only you can save him."

the desperation heard in his voice breaks you out of your drowsy daydream. you were told by recovery girl to stay on campus while the others fought, just in case you were needed. your hopes were placed high, practically on a pedastal as you had complete confidence that your peers were strong enough to overcome this war and come back unscathed. yet the hopes that you had, you realize now, were akin to a child's dream.

todoroki leads you past the crowd of students, pushing past their own tired and forlorn forms as he lead you to the common room. settled in the middle of the now emptied space was the broken body of bakugo katsuki.

you gasp, heart fluttering close to the base of your throat at the sight of his lifeless body. his once angry, ruby red gaze was now empty, the blood that had painted his uniform was dried and now caked within the fabric. the scent of iron makes your stomach churn, and you felt the blood rushing into your own ears at the sight of his unmoving form.

"i couldn't bring myself to let eri see him like this. she's already been through so much that i don't think she can take it if she couldn't heal him. please-"

the rest of todoroki's words fall to deaf ears when you fall to your knees and crawl closer to bakugo's body. the damage he suffered was unmistakable, yet at the same time, you felt a newfound determination fill you.

bakugo katsuki had such promise as a pro-hero. you knew that you could save his future, save him, so long as you put your mind to it. you reach out to him and carefully cradle his limp body into your arms, breathing out a sigh of his name as you curled yourself around his form.

focus on his wounds, picture yourself closing them. focus on his torn heart, remember the veins and arteries and make them appear once more.

time heals all wounds-

time heals all wounds-

you kept repeating the phrase over and over again, feeling your quirk take over as your body began to feel warm, unbearably hot. you refused to break your focus, wanting nothing more than to save this hero who held so much promise for the future.

a sudden gasp makes you wince, but still, you remained focused. after all, everyone was relying on you to save him, to heal something so irreversible with your quirk that was known to work miracles in the past.

you didn't know how much time had passed when the sudden ache was felt pounding against your temple as the heat you felt pouring out of your body suddenly go into the body of the boy you held in your arms.

his chest was still pressed against yours, and when shivers began to wrack through your body did you realize something amazing:

bakugo now exhibited a tiny heartbeat, and his breathing, despite being so shallow and slight, was still felt against the nape of your neck.

you actually succeeded in saving a life, yet all that energy you used in reversing all of bakugo's damage made a fresh wave of exhaustion wash over you. you end up slumping back down to the floor, taking bakugo with you as everyone crowded around you, making sure that you were both okay.

"please, t-take us to the infirmary, but don't separate us. i...i need to stick close to him...to make sure that he's...okay."

that was all you remembered before giving in to the exhaustion, falling into a dreamless slumber while still holding on to the now barely alive boy.

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the last thing bakugo remembered was a feeling of regret and sadness, his last wish of wanting all-might to sign the same collector's edition card deku had gifted him before being bathed in nothingness.

he had felt no pain, just the sensation that he was floating-

but dammit all, was he hurting real bad right now.

his whole body felt like it was on fire, muscles aching as he struggled to even move. he groans, opening his eyes to see the blinding lights burn into his retinas, causing some stray tears to fall from them.

"fuck, what the hell happened to me?" his voice was raspy, as if he hadn't spoken in centuries as he tried to move his arms, only to find that they were not only bound and hooked up to several IV wires, but there was someone cuddling close to the hospital bed with him.

he manages to pull away to see you, a girl whom he only knew in passing as recovery girl's mentee. you allegedly had a great healing quirk, but that was all bakugo knew about you.

he struggles to recall your name and ends up attempting to wake you up with his typical rudeness, "oi, get off of me. since when are patients allowed to share a bed?!"

this works in waking you up, earning a groan from you as you lifted yourself off of him, eyes widening when they met with bakugo's burning blood red gaze.

"bakugo...! you're okay!"

confusion clouds over his prior feelings of pain and annoyance, watching your expression quickly morph from disbelief to relief.

he was about to say something to you, only to be cut short when he feels your hands carefully explore his features. it was as though you were treating him with a reverence he had never felt before, feeling your fingertips carefully trace at the hard contours of his jawline all while droplets of your tears were felt dripping against his skin like summer rain.

bakugo had never known such gentleness before in his life, and he found himself quickly becoming captivated by your sweet caress. becoming nearly drunk off of your touches, he watches as your eyes close slightly, looking at him now through a half-lidded gaze when you suddenly surged forward to press a chaste kiss against his lips.

the words were caught in his throat, and he was close to trying to draw you even closer to him, placing a hand behind your head when the sound of a door opening breaks you away from him.

"katsuki! my beloved boy, you're alive!"

shame was seen flashing within your eyes when you quickly got off the bed, allowing his parents to crowd over to him as you snuck out of the infirmary. he reaches out to you, only to be met with his parent's tight embrace.

he wasn't sure what had happened. in the past, he always hated how doting his mom and dad were, their affections always feeling so stifling to him. yet now, he could feel his eyes fill with tears, reverting back to the age where he was just a child who needed the comfort of his mother's embrace to feel safe again.

"ma, pa, i-" the emotions were overwhelming now, the pain he felt was all encompassing as he allowed his parents to take him within the comfort of their arms without a single dry eye in the room.

it's then that bakugo realizes what that emptiness he felt was-

he had died back then. and the fact that he was back was inexplicably tied to you.

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the weeks following bakugo's recovery had a few rocky starts, but altogether, he was doing well. in fact, he was doing so well that he was determined to extract his revenge and go back out on the field-

a goal that was rejected on the spot due to how dangerous it was if the villains realized that bakugo had survived.

which in turn would lead them to you.

yes, it was better off for them to believe that bakugo had truly died until this was all over, and you were grateful that you were able to help even at the cost of your own life.

but perhaps who was the most grateful for the use of your quirk was mitsuki bakugo herself. she and her husband kept sending you gifts and other small tokens of their gratitude, almost treating you like some deity simply because you had willingly saved their son-

however, you felt undeserving of being treated with such high regard. you knew that your great-grandmother's blood flowed through your very veins, and that you were simply carrying on the legacy she had made.

you were simply happy at being able to live your life as the hero you always wanted to be, even if it felt like a piece of you was missing.

after saving bakugo, you were caught in an almost trancelike state. you felt a yearning that was so strong that you swore your soul ached with it. sometimes, when you allowed your emotions to take over, you would wander the empty hallways of u.a. and find yourself directly outside of bakugo's own dorm room.

upon realizing this, you would immediately shake your head and bring your hands together to slap against your cheek, trying to snap out of whatever desire that had you coming towards bakugo himself. and for the most part, you were able to get away without him knowing.

but this time, it was different. the urge to see bakugo was so strong, and when you were finally met with the door leading to his room, it unexpectedly opens.

you take a few steps back, completely caught off guard at finally seeing him after so long. your mouth opens and closes with the desire to say something, to say anything to break the awkward silence-

yet words still managed to fail you, and the yearning you felt for him simply grew by a tenfold once you finally saw him in the flesh

gone were the harsh lines seen on his face. in the past, he would usually be seen with a scowl on his face all while yelling at whoever dared defy him. yet now, his expression remained soft, peaceful even when he takes a hold of your hand and brings you into his arms.

he shakily says your name, holding you close while falling to his knees. you felt him trembling all while pressing his face against your abdomen. by now, you were close to being in tears yourself all while begging him to stand up, that he didn't need to cry because everything was okay simply because he was okay.

yet still, he refuses to let you go, pressing himself even closer to you when he finally admits, "my mom and dad told me everything, told me they were so grateful to you because you brought me back. you made my heart beat again at the cost of your own soul, and i can't stop thinking about you. i can't get you out of my head."

you end up falling to your knees with him, eyes burning with your own tears as bakugo gently frames at your face, "i don't think i can see anyone else but you, now. i swear, i won't let your gift go to waste. i'm gonna be with you until the end of time, i swear it."

coming together one last time, you allow yourself to melt into his arms when he kisses you, taking your very breath away as you delved your fingers into his own hair. no longer did you feel incomplete while in the safety of bakugo's arms-

finally, you felt like you were home.

epilogue

bakugo katsuki closes his eyes, basking in his one last memory of you, savoring it as if it just happened yesterday.

a pair of tiny hands ends up breaking him out of his own daydream, and he opens his eyes once more to see a little girl settled on his lap. he swore his heart ached at the sight of his precious granddaughter pouting up at him-

she looked so much like you, and the similarity of her features to yours only made the melancholy of losing you even more evident.

her lips were trembling as her tiny hands gripped at the front of his shirt, "grampa, is that why grandma isn't here with us right now?"

he sniffs a bit, wrapping his arms around her tiny body before pressing his chapped lips against the soft skin of her forehead, "that's right, babygirl. but there's no need to feel sad. your grandma lived a full and happy life, your grampa made sure of it when he gave her the prettiest wedding ring of her dreams and married her." he reassures his granddaughter with a smile, gently wiping away her tears, "your grandma even got to hold you when you were first born."

he listens as she hums in response, "okay grampa, as long as you promise she was happy. c-can we look at your picture books again? i wanna see grandma because she was so pretty."

"of course, honey. come, let grampa take you back inside and we can look at pictures of grandma together."

despite how much it hurt to keep on living without you by his side, bakugo knew he had to keep his promise and protect the family you had built together. he couldn't afford to let your gift for him go to waste and decided to live life to his fullest, solely because he knew that was what you wanted.

someday soon, he'll see you and have you in his arms again-

but for now, he knew that you were patient enough and could wait for him just a little while longer.

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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cw; angst, no comfort.

Bakugou Katsuki was a strong man, a brave man, so thorough in his field of work that no-one doubted him when he declared he would become the No. 1 hero all those years ago, and no-one doubted him when he was on the precipice of finally achieving his life long goal.

But the one thing, the only thing, that made Bakugou Katsuki weak was his emotions.

He had never had a good handle on them, never been able to reign in his anger when it bubbled over. When he first met you, he thought it was just going to be a short thing, a quick summer fling but it just never ended, he grown comfortable with your presence.

He often wanted you around him, always in his life, but he couldn't never admit that he actually loved you. Admitting such a thing meant he'd have to potentially put his life goals on the backburner, or he'd have to neglect you.

Neither of them is what he wanted.

So he continued to snuff out those embers of possible love, and he was doing such a great job until an argument spiralled out of control. It wasn't meant to get so out of hand, he had it handled—and then you spat it out at him, you shouted that you were in love with him and he saw the horror that reflected back on your face when he stared at you like a deer in headlights, he made no move to say it back and even took a step back.

He saw every emotion pass over your face, pain, genuine pain, sadness, and then anger, he never wanted this to happen.

He wanted to move, a part of his mind screaming at him to amend what he had just broken unwillingly but he was frozen in place, like a statue as you stormed around the apartment, crying, sobbing about how he must've just been using you.

He wasn't.

How he must've just wanted you for sex.

That's not true.

How he never planned on loving you.

He already does.

But it was too late, the snap of the front door to his apartment shook him from his thoughts. All that was left was the key had given you all those months ago, sitting next to his own set in the bowl beside the door.

holding myself accountable as the biggest liar known to man. i said i would write more fluff, and all i've done is angst.

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breathe

aged up bakugo x gn reader

tw: slight descriptions of anxiety/panic attacks, ptsd (?)

bakugo isn’t an asshole, not anymore. he’s lost that desire to purposefully bring others down as a means to raise himself up. you called it maturing, others might’ve had different words for it. regardless, he was a kind, caring soul deep down; he just had his own way of showing it.

since he’s not an asshole, he respects mask mandates once they’re passed. that, to him, is more of a challenge than any villain he’s ever fought.

when he finally opened up to you about it, you found it kind of silly. big, strong dynamight disturbed by masks?

however, once you saw the way his eyes shifted downwards, the sheer aura of vulnerability practically rolling off of him in waves, you shut your mouth and listened.

he spilled every detail about the sludge villain incident to you, breathing pattern quickening as he got further into the story. he started to stammer more, little sparks going off in his palms, “it’s just—it was just—i couldn’t—”

you grabbed his hand, squeezing it tightly, “—breathe?”

he nodded, seemingly starting to ground himself, “yeah. it’s just really,” he winced, as if it hurt to say it, “hard for me to be in situations or positions that compromise my breathing.”

you nodded in understanding, “have you talked to anyone about it? you know, like a therapist? that’s not something to be taken lightly, kats.”

“i have. it’s helped, but that fear is still there, itching at the back of my brain.”

“why don’t you talk to your costume designer? maybe they can make something more breathable for you.” you suggested, moving a hand up to rub your thumb across his cheek.

he leaned into your touch, “yeah.. maybe. it’s not just masks, though. even sleeping with a blanket that feels a tad too heavy, or if i happen to get stuck under some rubble, even when we go swimming at kaminari’s i just feel so..” he swallowed hard, squeezing his eyes shut, “so helpless.”

“katsuki, something terrible happened to you when you were just a kid. it’s normal to feel this way.” you leaned your forehead against his, “i’m no therapist, babe. i can only help you so much. just consider getting help again, okay? until then, we can adjust. we can work together to prevent you from feeling that way.”

he nodded slowly, “thank you.. for listening.”

you planted a kiss on his forehead, “of course. i’ll always listen to you, whether you’re complaining about something dumb kaminari did or pouring your heart out to me.”

he chuckled, pulling back to wipe at his eyes rather aggressively, “well, kaminari does some pretty dumb stuff.”

you grinned, glad katsuki was feeling at least a little better, “yeah, babe, he does.”

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Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes

pairing: female!villain reader X Katuski Bakugo

word Count: 2K

summary: an all too familiar villain shows up during Bakugo and Midoriya's fight after Kamino.

warnings: mature content, it got kinda dark idk, characters aged up for soon-to-be obvious reasons, lewd speech, pregnancy mention, angsty as fuck, villain!reader X Katsuki have a past

a/n: originally wrote this in 3rd POV, but am reposting in 2nd POV b/c the other got ~no hits~ .SO. experiment time! :)

 this idea hit me like a ton of bricks. literally couldn't stop writing til it was finished. it's a snippet in the middle of a story not yet constructed. i won't give much background in case i decide to do something more with it, so feel free to speculate, but it's a hero-gone-bad type beat. ENJOY

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"Wait. Wait, wait, wait," you stuttered before your eyebrows furrowed. "You were quirkless?"

Your hand slowly raised, lazily pointing at Midoriya.

"Y/N? No, I—you misheard!" His eyes were wide, seeing you walk out from the alley. It was dark, and you weren't supposed to be there, and now you knew too much. Once upon a time, he supposed it wouldn't have mattered, but too much had changed.

Bakugo was a little wide-eyed as well, though not in a panicked way. He only looked the way he always did, angry with a hint of something in the eyes. You liked that about him. You always knew what he was feeling. Right now, those red eyes reflected fear.

You weren't supposed to know about One For All. Bakugo wasn't supposed to know, but he had figured it out. Now you got to walk in on that information bombshell out of nowhere? After all the stunts you pulled? No.

Well, Bakugo thought, you wouldn't know for long.

The hothead stepped forward, hands tingling with heat. With a snarl on his face, he growled, "What are you doin' here."

"Funny," you nonchalantly cocked your head. "One minute you're causing poor Midoriya harm, the next you’re protecting him from it. Never took you for a switch, Katsuki."

Bakugo growled, shaking his head in distaste. "You seemed pretty confident I would switch sides and team up with you."

"Yeah, so there was some misjudgment in our plan, at least I can admit it." You clicked your tongue and shook your head, getting right back to the harassment, "So which one gets you off? You always were kind of rough."

It was much too easy to make the blowtorch cause a scene.

With a yell, he ran at you. You dodged the first blow, smacking his arm to the side. Swing after swing, you effortlessly dodged them all, not bothering to hit back. Finally, Bakugo backed off.

"How the hell are you doing that!?" he roared.

The edge of your lip pulled into a smirk. You shrugged, tilting your head to one shoulder. "So I may have picked up a few more skills," you responded simply. "His name was Nightwatch, I think- no, that's from Game of Thrones. Nightseek? No- you know—" you shrugged in dismissal, waving a hand, "—I'm not sure! He was dying anyway. He didn't need the quirk."

Bakugo's brows furrowed, red eyes narrowing. He'd heard about the battle against the Yakuza. The one that killed Nighteye, the one he wasn't a part of. Maybe if he'd just picked a different agency...

The heat from his palms crackled now, letting off little explosions. Had you planned that from the start? How could you have? He was being paranoid, but you’d do anything presented an opportunity.

Before he could attack again you looked past him.

"Oh hey, Midoriya,” you spoke casually. “I don’t really care about your quirk thing in case you were wondering. Just means we’re more alike than I thought.”

Bakugo glanced back to see Midoriya frozen in place. The idiot. He squinted, seeing only the whites of his eyes. It looked...familiar.

The Sports Festival.

So you’ve got multiple new quirks? How many can you hold? Surely your body can't handle that. Bakugo found himself worrying more than he should have, more than he wanted.

“Oh.” You bit your lip, leaning in to get a better look. “We doin’ okay over there, little guy?" you asked, feigning concern. “You’re a bit of a trial run.”

Turning over his shoulder to glare at you, Bakugo let out a hot breath. "How'd you get the extra's quirk?"

You smiled, clapping your hands once, lacing them together. "You're a quick one, Katsuki. People should really give you more credit. They think you're all brawn and mouthy, but you sure are full of brains, aren't you? Ugh, I just know you so well...don't I?"

Bakugo was grinding his teeth. His brain ran in circles, trying to think if he answered one of your questions.

Just keep talking, Midoriya will snap out of it. "You don't know me at all, you bitch. Now answer the question," he snarled.

You let out a laugh. "Oh, but I do know you so well. Every single inch of you if I can recall."

You did know him, better than he'd ever admit. More than well enough to taunt him. He'd throw the first punch if you wanted it, if you lured him into it.

Heat simmered too close to the surface of Bakugo's skin and you could see it. His jaw was clenched, fists held tight at his sides. If you wanted to freeze him, you would've done it by now. It was a fight you wanted.

Bakugo's lip curled up, baring his teeth. "Is this a game to you!" It wasn't a question. He already knew the answer.

Your hands laced together and pressed against the spot just below your naval. His eyes dropped to them, a weird feeling swirling in his gut. Bakugo ignored it, blasting toward you at full force. As soon as he landed, his body went heavy, locking in place.

What?

He could still see you, but everything was foggy. Straining, he tried to throw a punch, but his body wouldn't listen, wouldn't activate. Racking his brain he—

You don't know me at all.

Goddamnit! He answered your fucking question. Stupid! Stupid! You made him into a moron.

"It's a game I think I'm winning, actually," you spoke, a forced smile on your face. "I'll bet you hate that...”

He watched you through blurry vision, unable to respond or yell or scream. It was like floating in a void within his own body, caged yet intangible, fuzzy at the edges.

"I wonder if our child will like winning too," you spoke a little lower as if shy.

Bakugo's eyes fell to your hands still resting on your lower stomach.

No.

"That's all I came to tell you," you sighed out, stepping forward and swiping the back of your fingers across his temple.

Your touch made him shiver. He wanted to lean into it. Closing his eyes, he leaned into his anger instead. No, what he wanted was to grab you by the throat and squeeze until you admitted you were a liar.

"Huh," you pouted, shaking your head. You could only guess the turmoil sloshing around Bakugo's skull. "It's the truth, I promise." 

You just barely rubbed your lower belly the way he’d seen new moms do so often.

Liar.

The hand against Bakugo's face fell to his wrist. You squeezed it gently as your free hand pulled up your shirt.

Bakugo wanted to puke.

"I've got your little girl in here," you spoke softly, in the voice he remembered so well.

Then you moved his hand to lay flat against your skin, his thumb slipping beneath your waistband. You were so warm to the touch he wanted to flinch away, as if your skin could burn his palm.

"Can't you feel her?" your voice was so small, so frail. Bakugo focused on your eyes, swore he could see the way they glossed over. His own tears collected but none would fall. The pressure was almost too much, his vision getting blurrier and blurrier.

If he wasn't locked in place, he would've been trembling. Not the kind where his hands would shake and he'd hide it with clenched fists, but the whole body kind. The kind where he's scared shitless and his heart pumps so hard he can hear the blood rushing in his ears.

That's when Bakugo felt it. Just a small thing, but with so much force.

A little kick.

Emotions flooded his body like a tsunami. Head to toe, feelings leaked out everywhere. It was like his muscles ripped apart and reformed just to do it all over again. His shattered bones dusted the floor. Bakugo wanted to scream, level buildings until he short-circuited his arms, passed out and became part of the rubble. He wanted to pick you up and spin you around and kiss your face and, and—

He couldn't do any of that.

The glossy, frightened eyes looking up at him weren't the ones he remembered. They weren't yours.

He hated the way that made him want to cry. No, not cry. That wasn't the right word for it. Bakugo hated the way it made him want to sob. The way it tightened his chest and squeezed until there was nothing left. There was a hole in him, the shape of you, and nothing else quite fit.

A tear ran down your cheek, a remnant of who you used to be, but you wiped it away quickly, taking a step back. His hand unwillingly fell back to his side, cold.

Your eyes rolled back, looking at the sky in an attempt to rid yourself of the emotions betraying your cool demeanor. "Tch," you scoffed.

All Bakugo wanted was to scream for you to come back, to stop playing stupid games. Stupid games win stupid prizes and he couldn't bear to think of what that could mean. You could work things out. You weren’t too far gone. Not yet. He could still see you.

"Kacchan!" a shrill voice called from behind.

Your eyes trailed off to the side where Midoriya was breaking out of your hold. Then they trained on Bakugo. You stepped closer, raising your hands to cup each side of his face, looking him in the eye.

"Well," your voice was still soft, still familiar. "Now you know, sweet boy."

Reaching up on your toes, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, dragging a thumb across them as you pulled away. A tear finally broke through, running down his frozen cheek. You wiped it away, lightly kissing where the trail stopped.

Just as Bakugo heard Midoriya running at them, full cowling, you stepped away.

"I'll see you again," you said, a small frown on your face as your body melted into brown sludge.

As soon as you were gone, Bakugo's body lurched forward. Nausea slit open the pit of his stomach and he fell to his hands and knees, retching out whatever was left of dinner.

"Kacchan..." Midoriya started, moving a gentle hand to Bakugo's shoulder.

He was quick to shrug it off, his hair falling in front of his eyes. "Get off me! And shut up! Just...shut up!” his broken voice barked.

Midoriya backed off, staring wide-eyed at his friend.

The tears fell freely now, watering the soil Bakugo clenched in his fists.

"Dammnit!" he cried, banging his fists against the ground.

"Dammnit!" He left small craters behind.

"Agh!" his growl was high-pitched, like an animal being skinned alive. He punched into the earth with every word. "Dammnit! Dammnit! God-dammnit! Aghh! I don’t know what to do!”

Midoriya didn't dare say a thing, didn't dare move a muscle. After everything he just heard...

For a moment Bakugo stilled, his chest heaving. Silence filled the air until he flung himself off the ground, turning to Midoriya. He stalked toward the green-haired hero, using a blast to blow them against the building, hand around his throat. With a finger in Midoriya's face, he growled out, "You're not gonna tell a single soul about this. You understand me, Deku!? This night never happened."

Midoriya shrunk back against the wall. Tears streaked Bakugo's face and his eyes were wild in a way Midoriya had never seen before, red-rimmed and puffy. He'd been the victim of Bakugo's temper one too many times, but this was nothing of the sort. He wasn't mad or losing control, he was terrified.

"Do you understand me, Izuku!?" Bakugo yelled again, his voice breaking. He pulled the poor hero away from the wall and weakly slammed him back into it.

"Yes!" Midoriya squeaked out, "yes, I won't tell anyone, Kacchan! You can let me go now!"

Bakugo followed suit and released Midoriya, turning away.

"Kacchan, we should talk about this," Midoriya spoke softly, wishing he could make this better for his friend in any way possible.

"Don't follow me," Bakugo huffed out low and gravely, whatever gruffness necessary to conceal the tremble in his voice. He shoved his hands in his pockets, clenched them into fists, and walked off.

Nothing could make this better.

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Reckonings and Retributions

An: I tried formatting it on my phone because I'm on vacation. I struggled so I'll wait till I get home next weekend to properly format it, but here's my piece for @mybigbangacademia

Tags: major character death, small reference to start of the Final arc in the manga, depictions of grief, violence(fighting a villain), depiction of a person dying, PTSD, funerals, more gore cuz PTSD flashbacks, panic attacks, MORE GRIEF. Yuh.

The accompanying art was drawn by the extremely talented @almaadst find it here.

Premise: Watching your friend die is never easy, Bakugou learned this the hard way. But how many students need to die for UA to pick up the slack? To make attending the school safe for students and assuage the fears that have been stoked in their parents? To Bakugou’s knowledge, only a couple students have died at UA throughout its history. But for Aizawa, he knows the truth. He sees the grief he experienced when he lost Oboro reflected in his own students, and he decided that he’s had enough. He can’t sit idly by while students are dying. With the determination of class 2-A, they dig for the truth, only to find the hundreds of skeletons in UA and the HPSC are hiding in their closet. When the truth comes to life, the already fragile trust the people had with heroes shattered. And with these revelations, come a reckoning. 

I'm really trying to give y'all time to run, or know what you're getting into.

Wc: 20k

Read the tags before clicking read more. Please.

Becoming a hero almost meant that sacrifices were going to be made. Your social life, your sleep, your mental health, or even your life. But as Bakugo is staring at blood soaked rubble, he realized that he wasn't ready to make that ultimate sacrifice. None of his classmates were. So why was he holding the hand of his lifeless friend?

After All for One was defeated, class 2-A took a collective deep breath. The Paranormal Liberation Front was dealt with. Everyone thought that they were finally going to be able to have a normal or at least semi-normal high school experience. That bubble was immediately popped at the Ground Beta site.

Bakugo, Denki and Kaminari were all running through what were the remnants of a multiple story building. There were only two floors that were left, and towering beams that indicated there were even more floors that now cease to exist. It was quiet, almost too quiet for Bakugou. He slowed down and surveyed his surroundings.

"Something feels wrong. I don't know what it is, but I'm not liking it here," Bakugou said, keeping in line with Denki and Kirishima. Dread weighed his brain down, the feeling coating him like a gross, thick syrup. He's never been this on edge before and it scares him. Denki laughed and shoved him a little.

"Dude, you're being paranoid. I know we've been through a lot in the last year, but it's over. All for One, the League, everything is done. We can finally relax," he said, placing his hands behind his head. Kirishima nodded before agreeing, stating, "Denki's right. We should always stay vigilant, but the people who would attack us on campus are never coming back. So we're safe here, alright Bakugou?" Bakugou let out a huff and the three of them remained in silence before a loud boom echoed through the floor. Before any of them could think, they were off, running to figure out the origin of the sound. They thought it was remotely detonated charges set up by the school, but Bakugou had a sinking feeling it was something or someone much worse. Kirishima and Denki were placing bets as to what the school had in store for them, but nothing about this screamed organized. They ran to another part of the building, and Bakugou's blood ran cold at the sight of a large hulking figure standing in front of a gaping hole in the concrete wall.

"Oh, my first victims," the figure spoke, its voice gravely and almost inhuman. It was grotesque, its body looking humanoid with lava and black rocks decorating its skin.

"Shitty Hair! Go alert the school," Bakugou barked out. Kirishima nodded and ran deeper into the building, knowing there's flares somewhere inside, leaving Bakugou and Denki to defend themselves.

Looking around, Bakugou tried to assess his best options, quickly realizing that's this is a nightmare for using his quirk. An enclosed space like this hallway means that Denki is easy collateral damage. All it takes is one wrong move and he'll hurt him, so Bakugou bursts forward, propelled by his hands' explosions in an attempt to run outside, only to be thrown against the wall. Bakugou grunts as he makes impact, and slides to the floor. Denki makes a move to get to Bakugou but the villain gets to Denki first, lifting him by the neck.

"You aren't as interesting, so if you want to live, stay out of it," they growled out, tightening his hold on Denki's neck. Denki felt heavy with nothing but fear as the villain stared at him. Bakugou watched as Denki clawed at the villain's hands in weakening attempts to get them to release him. The villain turned his head to look at Bakugou before continuing to speak. "I wanted you, among some of your other classmates, Shoto and Deku. You all caused quite the stir in the last year and I want to see what all the hype is. The rest of your class is simply collateral damage." They threw Denki to the same, and Bakugou instictively ran to catch his friend before he made contact with the wall.

"Get the fuck out of here Pikachu. I'm not letting you get hurt 'cuz of me," Bakugou growled, but Denki could see pain and worry swimming in his friend's eyes.

"I'm not leaving. Kirishima will be back soon. Let's hold him off til the teachers get here," Denki said, smiling. Bakugou shook his head, voicing his dissent.

"No. You both need to go. This is my fight, not yours." The villain stormed towards them.

"I'm tired of your fluffy shit. Neither of you are hurt really bad, and starting to fuckjng bored." Bakugo blasted both of them out of the building, getting Denki to a safe spot as the villain spoke. "Stay here and wait for the teachers." As Bakugo spoke, a flare shot into the sky, and Bakugo let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. The teachers know something's up. Someone's gonna come for us. We'll be okay. When everything was so chaotic last year, he always had the teachers behind him, and it gave him so much more confidence and strength knowing he had pro-heroes on his corner, supporting him and ready to lay their lives on the line to protect him and his classmates.

"When the teachers come, tell them what's going on," Bakugou said before blasting off again, leaving a screaming Denki behind. This is his fight and business. He couldn't bear the pain of his best friend getting hurt because the villain want him.

As he arrived back at the building, he saw Kirishima outside, looking around. "Oi, Shitty Hair," Bakugou yelled out, catching Kirishima's attention. Kirishima's shoulders relaxed as he saw his friend.

"Oh thank goodness you're okay. Where's Kaminari," Kirishima asked, relief obvious on his features.

"I took him to safety. And you have to go, too, Shitty Hair. The guy specifically is after me. I refuse to let people get hurt because of me," Bakugou said, causing Kirishima to blink in surprise, before determination took over his features. "I'm your shield, remember? I can deal with the brunt of your attacks so you don't have to be careful around me, you hear? Go all out and show this villain why the best heroes come from UA. Besides, it wouldn't be very manly of me to leave my friend in their time of need," Kirishima stated, and Bakugou let out a "tsk" before the faintest sign of a smile appeared on his face.

"Found you," the villain exclaimed, coming out from the hole he left in the wall. It was almost the villain was playing some sick and twisted version of hide and seek. The villain almost sung those words, and it caused Bakugou to believe that the villain saw everything as somw fucked up game. Kirishima immediately took a defensive stance the moment he heard the villain, and Bakugou started blasting towards the villain. I don't have to incapacitate him, I just need to keep him busy, he thought as lhe blasted the villain in the face. They stumbled before smiling, showing their sharp teeth. "That's what I'm here for. Show me what you're capable of Dynamight," they snarled, now lunging at Bakugou.

Bakugou kept moving around, dodging his attacks, and the villain, slowly becoming more and more agitated, started picking up rubble to throw at him. The air was was slowly becoming more and more saturated with the smell of burnt caramel and smoke as Bakugou kept using his explosions to avoid the villain's attacks, and the crack of each of this explosions pierced through the air.

"I came for a fight, and all you're doing is dancing around me. If you think you're going to live long enough for your teachers to get here and save you, you're sorely mistaken," they growled. Bakugou didn't dignify them with an answer. Don't rile them up, but close yourself off so this isn't as much of a fun game for him. He'll start to want to give up and get messy and that's when I strike, he thought as he kept his pace in the air. He able to blast away pieces of the rubble, and Kirishima came in, blocking some of the villain's projectiles. They hissed out in pain as Kirishima landed some blows on him as well, and the villain immediately turned to punch Kirishima through a wall, knocking the redhead unconscious. "Kirishima," Bakugou yelled out, wanting to run to his friend, but the villain grabbed him and slammed him into the ground.

"Now that the pest is dealt with, time for the main show," they said as they cackled. All Bakugou could see was red, causing an explosion in the villain's face. The attack caused them to release Bakugou and he began an onslaught of attacks, landing blow after blow on the villain. The villain laughed despite obviously hurting from the blows. "This is it! Show me why the League thought you would be a great asset," they laughed, obviously trying to enrage Bakugou even further, but the sound of his name stopped his rampage.

Denki was running towards the fight, throwing a disk towards the villain before shooting out a bolt of electricity at them, their body locking up from the current. Bakugou ran to Denki at this opening, fury covering his features.

"The fuck are you doing here! I thought I told you to wait for the teachers, dumbass," Bakugo screamed. Denki shook his head.

"Aizawa came but he was the only teacher that was there, and I refused to wait any longer while my friends might be dying! He messed with you, meaning he messed with me," Denki said, his voice cracking. Bakugou could see him shaking and clenching his fists. He doesn’t want his friends to get hurt or die while he's hiding in safety. He wants to fight with his friends and loved ones. He refuses to be unsleep. Understanding Denki's emotions, he nodded.

"The moment that things start looking bad, you run. Put yourself first," Bakugou stated. "I won't leave you. I know Kirishima would tell you the same thing. We'll fight by your side to our last breath," Denki said with finality. Bakugou hated the mention of last breath because it in insinuates that either one of you or both of you weren't going to make it out of this interaction alive. Bakugou really wanted to change his mind, but the determination on his face convinced him otherwise.

"Let's get this party started," Denki cheered. He placed his hands down and crackling started filling the air. The air was charged, Bakugou's hair started to stand up, and small bolts of electricity started to worm their way around Denkilike an eel. Light started radiating from Chargebolt and his hair began to rise. The villain regained their bearings and lunged towards them and Denki nodded, signaling Bakugou to leap into the air. A large crack of Thunder boomed around the size of one of Bakugou's AP shot going off right in your eyes. Denki put out a large burst of energy, the ground scorching until it reached the villain. There were black lines where the lightning forced itself through the ground Denki kept it up, only releasing the charge as Bakugou was about to land a hit. It was hit after hit, and the villain regained their bearings enough to throw a piece of rubble at Bakugou, and it just narrowly missed him, causing him to stagger a bit. In the background, Bakugou could hear the sound of footsteps advancing towards him and Bakugou knew this was almost over. Bakugou lunged towards the villain and grabbed his face. He pulled the pin on his gauntlets, delivering a devastating blow, rendering the villain unconscious.

Bakugou landed and panted, on the brink of collapsing from exhaustion. "Looks like we did it Pikachu," Bakugou said, gulping down air with every other word. He was met with silence and dread quickly devoured his relief. "Pikachu," asked, calling out for his friend. He turned to see a large piece of rubble where his friend was. "No, no, no, no this can't be happening," he repeated to himself as he ran to the slab of concrete, only to be met with Denki's body from the waist down trapped under the concrete. Blood was filling his friend's mouth and Denki tried his best to give Bakugou a reassuring smile, but it was one filled with unease as well.

"Stay with me Denki. Please," Bakugou cried out, moving to hold his hand. Bakugou didn't notice the blood covering his friend's hand, nor would he even care if he did. Denki gave it a weak squeeze and turned to look at him.

"Please don't blame yourself. I know you, so I know you'll do it. This is no one else's fault but the villain's. They threw the rubble. Not you," Denki said, pain drowning every word he spoke. Bakugou is always so hard on himself, blaming himself for every and any little thing. So he knew right away that Bakugou would blame himself for this.

"But I could have blown the rubble away. It didn't need to hit you," Bakugou stated, almost choking on his words.

"You didn't know it would hit me. I know if you even thought it would hit me you would have blown it away," Denki said, squeezing Bakugou's hand again. "I trust you with my like Kacchan. Even now, as you blame yourself, I still trust you. I always will trust you." Don't believe Denki's front though, he was terrified. He didn't want to die, he had so much left to do. But if he showed that fear, it would eat Bakugou for the rest of his life, and he couldn’t do that to him. He didn't blame him anyway. Denki's eyes became heavy and he started blinking, each one longer than the other. "Everything's gonna be okay," Denki said, squeezing Bakugou's hand. "Tell Shinsou I love him," Denki said softly and Bakugou shook his head, refusing his request. "You're gonna tell him that yourself Kaminari, you hear me," Bakugou said, holding Denki's hand tightly, and Denki gave Bakugou a smile before closing his eyes.

"No, you stay with me. Keep your eyes open and keep talking to me, you hear me Kaminari," Bakugou barked out, but he was met with silence, Denki's chest rising and falling slowly, but starting to slow even further. Soon it came to a complete still, and Denki's hand fell limp in Bakugou's. Bakugou repeatedly called out his friend's name in agony, and leaned in to hear it silent. An anguished cry sounded from Bakugou and Mina ran over, collapsing when she realized her friend was dead. She held Bakugou close, her wails joining his own. The teachers let them mourn before moving to pull them away. Mina went easily, but Bakugo refused to go, kicking and screaming.

"Let me go! I wanna stay with him! Please," he screamed, and Aizawa and Hizashi quickly moved in to get the teachers off of him, and knelt next to him.

"We have to get him ready to give to his family. We need you to let him go, okay," Aizawa asked, his voice soft. Bakugou looked at him with wide eyes, his cries turned into sniffles, before he got up and Aizawa held him tightly, allowing his student to cry into his chest. Hizashi rubbed his back, and they walked back to the crowd that had amassed near the scene. The sound of footsteps brought Bakugou back, and Bakugou turned to see Shinsou and his group panting wildly as Shinsou specifically walked toward Bakugou. Hwere on the farthest side of the training grounds so it took him a while, but he heard Denki was in trouble and ran over as fast as he could. He needed to tell Denki how he felt, that he was in love with him, whether it would be reciprocated or not, because he may not get another chance. His blood ran cold as he was now able to see the scene, his eyes landing on Bakugou, as Mina gave Shinsou a small hug before croaking out "I'm sorry". Shinsou looked around to see Denki's body being moved from the rubble. Aizawa's eyes landed on him and he instictively moved Bakugou into Hizashi's hands before moving towards Shinsou. The latter crumpled to the ground before releasing heart-wrenching sobs. It felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest. Shinsou's wails pierced the air, and Bakugou felt his heart breaking all over again.

Aizawa lifted him up and walked him back over to where Bakugou and Hizashi were. Bakugou looked up and he couldn’t meet Shinsou's eyes. "He loved you," Bakugou blurted out. Shinsou's cries turned into small sobs as he let out a quiet, "what?" "Kaminari loved you. Those were his last words. He asked me to tell you that he loved you," Bakugo clarified, and Shinsou moved to hug Bakugou tightly as he let out loud sobs again. "He knew you loved him though. So try not to regret not telling him because he already knew it," Bakugou said, returning the hug. Aizawa tapped Bakugou, informing him that he needed to be treated for his injuries.

After he was patched up, he waited in Kirishima's hospital room, wanting to be the one to break the news to him. It took an hour or so for Kirishima to come around, giving a weak smile to Bakugou. "Did we get him," he asked groggily, to which Bakugou replied, "yeah, we did." Kirishima nodded and looked around the room. There were numerous beds, but his was the only one occupied. "Where's Denki," Kirishima asked, and Bakugou looked down. "Kirishima, about that," Bakugou started, looking down at the floor, but Kirishima shot up, now seated in the bed, and interrupted Bakugou. "Don't tell me-" Bakugou nodded, a small sniffle coming from him and Kirishima started sobbing, only to cause Bakugou to join in the sorrow. Their cries echoed off the room's walls like a cave designed to minic their pain. He quickly moved to hug Kirishima, and whispered, "I'm sorry Eijiro. I could have done more to save him."

Kirishima grabbed Bakugou's shoulders firmly, staring into his eyes. "It isn't your fault and don't blame yourself. It's not what he would want. The whole 'would've/could've/should've' isn't manly at all and serves NO ONE. You tried your best. We both did. There was nothing more we could have done and you need to accept that," Kirishima stated, his voice firm, albeit with occasional cracks. He was right. There was nothing either of them could do. Denki was gone. Kirishima held Bakugou's hands tightly, maintaining his intense eye contact, before continuing to speak. "Everyone is going to have to stick together. It's gonna be rough for a while, but if there's ever a moment we have to come together, it's now. Of course our pain is different from theirs, but mine is different than yours too. But it's okay to be vulnerable right now. It's okay that people have seen you cry and will see you cry. You lost your best friend right in front of you. Of course you're going to be an emotional wreck. But you aren't alone in your grief. You aren't alone at all. And you need to remember that because I'm going to knock down your door to make sure you're eating." Bakugo nodded and Kirishima gave him a small smile. "I know Denki wouldn't want me crying right now, he wouldn’t want any of us to cry, so I'm trying my absolute best to keep it together, but damn is it hard," Kirishima breathed out, and Bakugou squeezed Kirishima's hand before moving to lay in the bed next to his. There was considerable amount of space between the two of them, but just being in the same room as Kirishima makes him feel a little more at ease.

"Hey, do you mind me sleeping here for the night? I don't really want to be alone right now," Bakugou grumbled out, and Kirishima nodded. He's trying his best not to go back to his abrasive demeanor, but he feels like it will bring some normalcy back into his life. Later though, because emotions are running high, and he doesn't want to hurt any of his friends any further.

As Bakugou fell asleep, his body felt heavy, and his eyes opened to him at the field again. It wasn't raining, but the low cracks of thunder were almost deafing, and the bursts of lightning were almost blinding. The thunder was a soft background to Denki's pained screams. Bakugou runs back to the rubble to find Denki there again. Seeing his friend's mangled body was absolutely worse the second time around. Bakugou had to focus on the rubble, and nothing else to preserve his sanity. The moment he looked at Denki’s body, Denki's eyes landed on Bakugou. The screams quickly turned into venomous words. "It's your fault! If you paid attention, I wouldn't have gotten crushed. My death is on your hands," Denki spat out, causing Bakugou to fall onto the grass. No, it wasn't his fault, was it? Everyone keep saying it isn't, but he holds his guilt deep inside. Kirishima's voice sounded and parroted Denki's words. Bakugou turned to see Kirishima's mangeled body the floor. Then came Mina, then Jirou, then Shinsou, then Aizawa, and slowly more and more people joined in on the cacophonous chants of "It's all your fault." The smell of blood from their mangled bodies pierced his nose, violating his sense of smell. Bakugou covered his ears, sobbing and trying his best to ignore the chants, but they only got louder with each passing moment. His heart beat in his chest like an drummer going through a solo. His brain practically shut down at that point. Overwhelmed, Bakugou closed his eyes and let out a scream to drown out the sounds, only to shoot up in bed, his eyes opened wide as he scanned the hospital room. Kirishima was staring at him, concern laced in his eyes. "You okay there? You were screaming and then woke up," Kirishima asked. Bakugou couldn't even answer, breaking down into tears for what feels like the 20th time within the last 24 hours. Kirishima couldn't really get out of bed due to his injuries, so all he could do was whisper reassurances to his best friend, hoping it would be enough. A nurse came running in, panic in her eyes, but took a sigh of relief when she saw no one was severely physically hurt. She saw nothing but pain reflected in Bakugou's eyes, and moved to offer him some chamomile and lavender tea, and/or melatonin to help him sleep. He took her offer on the tea and she left to prepare it for him. The two boys sat in silence, neither one knowing what to say to the other, and just waited for the nurse to come back.

When she returned she had two white porcelain tea mugs, steam billowing from their lips. She set them down next to the boys and gave them a soft smile. "Hey, I can push your beds closer if you want. I assume you had a nightmare," the nurse spoke, looking at Bakugou, and then turned to Kirishima before continuing, "and you wanted to comfort your friend, but you're currently bed bound so you can't hug him despite really wanting to. So once you finish your teas, I'll make sure you two are within arms reach of each other, okay? Think of Kirishima as your emotional support animal right now, although I highly suggest you look into getting one." The nurse finished speaking and left. Again, the boys just stayed silent, focusing on the tea in their hands, the warmth relieving some of their anguish. After an hour, the nurse came back, Kirishima already fast asleep, and Bakugou still awake but his eyes slowly shutting before he forces them open. Their mugs were on their bedside tables, and she moved them to a table near the door before moving the boys close to each other. She moved their bedside tables to make sure they were on the outside of the beds, removing obstructions between them. Bakugou gave a soft grunt in appreciation and she turned around to grab the cups and leave for the night. She gave one last look at the boys, smiling at Bakugou finally fast asleep, and his hand intertwined with Kirishima's.

The next morning, Bakugou was woken up by the nurse, who informed him that Denki's parents wanted to speak to him. Would they blame him for Denki's death? Do they hate him? He wouldn't blame them for either. Bakugou gulped, and he got out of bed sluggishly following the nurse out of the room and through the hospital until they got to a conference room. The nurse open the door, and Bakugou walked in to see Denki's parents and Aizawa standing up, intensely looking at the door. Denki's mom ran to him as soon as the nurse closed the door behind him and hugged him tightly, soft sniffles sounding from her, while Aizawa sat back down. Bakugou was stunned, his eyes wide, but returned the hug nonetheless. After she pulled away, she gently held his cheek in her hand, giving him a wet smile. "You know, Kaminari was super excited when you started warming up to him. He told me that you were 'grumpy as hell, but had a good heart'. He would talk about how he was so happy when you didn't push him away anymore, and 'accepted' his friendship. You were a good friend to my boy, and I can never thank you enough," she said, her voice dripping in fondness. "But I got him killed," Bakugou replied, his voice meek. The little voice in his head refused to remain silent, vocalizing the mindset it quickly adopted within these last 24 hours.

"Don't you dare blame yourself. Kaminari was there because he wanted to protect you. Protect his friends. He wouldn't want to be anywhere else but by your side. The person to blame is the fucking villain who killed him. I don't care that he was after you in particular. He made the decision to break into UA's grounds. He threw the rubble. It's his fault, not yours," she said, her voice now firm. Her husband came up from behind her and placed a hand on Bakugou's shoulder. "We could have blamed you. But we know that it would only be us lashing out at you because we were blinded by grief. You can't predict the future. After all, hindsight is 20/20. But you were there for him in his final moments. You stayed by his side and comforted him. Our son didn't die alone, he died with you by his side, and we can't thank you enough," he added onto his wife's words. "Being a hero means that there's a risk that you'll have to make the ultimate sacrifice. Whether it's making a last stand or by accident, heroes die in the line of duty. But I know so many of my colleagues who died alone. They must have been so scared, but they had no one to comfort them in their final moments. But Denki had you. He had you holding his hand and talking to him. And I'm so thankful that he wasn't scared and alone in his final moments, but was feeling loved by you," she finished, now moving to sit at the table again.

"They wanted to comfort you. That's why they called you here," Aizawa said, Bakugou's attention now turning on him. "It works for me, because the school is holding a memorial for him, and we would like your help to organize it. We already spoke to Mina, Sero, and Jirou, who already agreed. Kirishima and you are all that's left to ask," Aizawa explained. Bakugou took a second to think. Is he the right person for this? Will he be mentally okay enough for this? But the memory of Denki's smile and laugh flashed through his head, and that made up his mind for him.

"I'll do it." Denki wouldn't want us crying and mourning like this. He would want us to celebrate his life, happy that he was with us. Aizawa nodded and called for the nurse to take him back to his room. Bakugou sat in his bed once he arrived and looked at Kirishima who was still fast asleep. "He'll probably be discharged tomorrow. I spoke to the doctor, and they're looking into you two being roommates for a little bit. You were able to sleep well last night after Kirishima held your hand, so with Kirishima staying with you, you can get some sleep," the nurse said. He didn't even realize she was still there but whispered a soft thanks before she left the room. Bakugou laid down and held Kirishima's hand again, the same hand from last night still extended, and found himself slipping into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning, Bakugou woke up to see Jirou, Shinsou, Sero and Mina all standing by Kirishima's bed. They were mumbling, and Bakugou coughed loudly to gain their attention. They turned to him and the room turned silent for a bit until Mina grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "I'm here for you Bakugou. We all are," she spoke, and the rest of the group nodded, their attention now on their explosive friend.

"Well, I, uh, am here for you too," he mumbled, the words foreign on his tongue. Everyone laughed at his awkwardness and Bakugou smiled, this moment being the first time he wasn't consumed with grief.

Jirou and Sero hugged him tightly as well, this quickly turning into an awkward cuddle puddle. In this room, normalcy reigned supreme. Bakugou felt a couple more bodies join in, and he grumbled at them to get off, but they refused, only hugging him tighter. Soon enough, they all broke apart, and that brief moment of happiness was choked out by grief.

"We have to start planning the memorial. The school said they'll do whatever we ask, so we have to figure that out," Shinsou said. His voice didn't waiver but there was pain in his eyes. Bakugou nodded and pointed towards the back corner of the room, where there were a stack of chairs. Everyone but Bakugou and Kirishima went to grab one and bring it back to the beds, where those chairs made a crude U shape as they started making the plans.

Over the next week, the group met in Kirishima's and Bakugou's room, Aizawa sometimes showing up as well. It was mostly a somber event, after all, they're planning a memorial for their best friend. But there's moments of time where the room is full of laughter, the group reminiscing about the nonsense Denki got you all into. The room went from being full of grief to being full of glee, and Bakugou could swear up and down he heard his laughter mixed into theirs, and it began to feel as if he was in fhe room with them.

Soon, the memorial was all set, and ready to go. The morning of, UA's second years gathered in the auditorium. The energy filling the room was dense, the grief filling the room like toxic clouds. Bakugou felt like it was hard to breathe, the sorrow almost like a hand wrapped around his throat and was slowly putting more pressure on him. He was backstage, frozen in place from the pain of what he is about to do. Why did he even agree to this? Honoring his memory? Most of the students gathered in the room barely even knew him! They didn't know how sometimes he would snort if he laughed too hard, or sometimes even wheeze. They didn't know how he had to hype himself up before exams. They didn't know how much he grew from their first year. They knew nothing about him, so why were they grieving? A hand on his shoulder broke him from his thoughts, and he turned to see Kirishima behind him. "They're ready for us," he informed his friend, and Bakugou nodded, making his way onto the stage. The lights were bright, and with his limited vision, he could see so many students with tears in their eyes. He could hear sniffles and even full on sobbing in the crowd. How much of an influence did Denki have? Bakugou looked at the stage finally, seeing a giant photo of Denki on an easel, draped in yellow and black flowers. There was a podium next to it where Aizawa stood. Bakugou noticed that he was dressed practically the same way as he does when he has to, whether it be visiting parents or press conferences. His suit was wrinkled, and his hair was placed into a horribly done top bun. Aizawa cleared his throat and spoke into the microphone, starting the memorial.

"Good morning second-years. I'm sorry that we have to gather under sad circumstances, but we're here to honor the memory of Denki Kaminari.” A wail sounded from the seats, and Bakugou watched as the student was gently escorted out of the room. Aizawa continued after the door closed behind them. “He was a bright student. Every time would walk into a room, his smile would lighten up the space. He was well loved, not just by his classmates, but his peers among his year, and the staff. I can personally attest that sometimes on bad days seeing his antics would put the first, and sometimes the only smile on my face of the day. I know I’ll miss him greatly, and class 2-A will never be the same without him,” Aizawa finished, now stepping from the podium.

Bakugou knew it was his turn to speak, but his feet were frozen in place. It felt like there was something weighing him down, his body too heavy to walk towards the podium. Kirishima’s voice rang in his ears, “If you can’t speak, that’s okay, I’ll go instead. But are you gonna be okay up there?” Bakugou took a deep breath and nodded, slowly walking to the podium. A small folded piece of paper burned a hole into his pocket, and as he got behind the podium he pulled the paper out and unfurled it. He kept his down, unable to look at the crowd in front of him. Taking another deep breath, he looked at the paper in front of him, the speech that he planned that’s essentially perfect and meticulous, but it was devoid of emotion, and he knew it. He knew that it was his feelings, but deeping sanitized to make it palatable to an audience, but it wasn’t him. He crumpled up the paper and threw it on the floor.

“Denki was my best friend. Scratch that, he is my best friend. He will always be my best friend. But we didn’t start like that. In one of our first interactions, he told me, ‘We've only barely started socializing and already you've made it abundantly clear to us the unpleasantness of your steamed turn of a personality.’ So we didn’t like each other that much. But he grew on me, and I grew on him. We helped each other grow, not just as heroes, but as students and as people. He helped me be more cooperative, and I helped him be more confident. But we also gave each other a safe space to be authentically ourselves. I don’t know how many times I found myself in front of his room when I had a particularly bad day and he would always distract me from my negative emotions. I always went back to my room in a much better state than when I left it. He’s easily one of the good things in my life, and I’m so lucky that I get to say that,” Bakugou stated, his speech fully coming from his heart. He looked up at Denki’s photo, and in a weird way, it felt like Denki was reassuring him that everything is going to be okay. Bakugou wasn’t aware of this, but the mic picked up his parting words of, “I’ll miss you Kaminari,” and it took all of Aizawa’s energy to not cry at those words. He’s never seen Bakugou so vulnerable and it’s killing him to see his students going through the same pain that he went through all those years ago.

The rest of the memorial went smoothly, although Bakugou zoned out after he took his seat backstage. Words sounded like static despite his best attempts to focus on his friend’s words. Each speech they gave sounded like they were speaking through cotton, and after the third speech, he just gave up, his mind fully dissociating. Kirishima wanted to comfort him, but Bakugou has been staring at the stage, but it’s like he’s seeing through everyone. His eyes were unfocused, and the call of his name from Mina or Sero couldn’t break his trance, and so everyone just let him be. The sound of Denki’s mother pulled him violently into reality, as he saw both her and her husband at the podium.

“Thank you all for being here. It makes me so happy to see how loved our son was by the school. I think he would be so happy to know how many people wh]ose life he’s touched. Denki was proud that he got into UA. When he got his acceptance letter, it was all he talked about for months. And then when he started actually attending the school, he came home with stories about his classmates and the people he met or talked to that day. But I know that Denki wouldn’t want everyone wallowing in sorrow, so you can take the letters that you wrote and dump them in the baskets near the doors or give them to a staff member,” she said, and Bakugou remembered the letter idea that Mina had a while back. She suggested that students wrote at least one good memory they had with Denki, but he had no idea they actually went through it since 2-A hasn’t had class since the incident. He’s barely even left his room, with Kirishima bringing him food and water throughout the day. “Keep those good memories with you. After all, you only truly die when everyone who knew you forgets about you.” She and her husband bowed after her last words, and Bakugou stared as they made their way towards him. He shot out of his chair as they approached him, and they hugged him before she gestured everyone to join in on the hug. “Denki’s so lucky to have all of you in his life. I couldn’t ask for a better set of friends for Kami to have. He was so happy to have been in every single one of your lives, so please, keep going, for him,” she said tearfully, and Bakugou felt her arms tighten around him.

They were all so absorbed into the moment that they didn’t even realize that Aizawa ended the memorial until they heard him call for Bakugou. Everyone pulled away and Bakugou walked towards his teacher who hugged him tightly. “I know exactly what you’re going through right now. I lost my best friend while I was at UA as well. He died during an internship and I saw him die in front of my eyes,” Aizawa said before pulling away to look Bakugou in the eyes, and then continued. “He had a speaker to communicate with me that was right next to me after he was crushed by the rubble. I heard him encourage me to finish the fight through it, only to find out after the fact that the speaker wasn’t working and his voice was in my head. To this day, I still blame myself for his death. Even after finding out he’s still alive, I still blame myself. It’s why I’m always so hard on you kids. You’re just kids. You shouldn’t be fighting adults. I don’t care how capable you are, it’s not your job. If you as children have to fight full-fledged villains, then that’s a failure on the part of the adults. That means we failed as teachers, as heroes, as mentors and as protectors. And that means we failed you. But please, don’t blame yourself like I did. I know that everyone is telling you this, but I’m hoping that it means a lot more coming from me since I was in your same exact shoes. That I regret drilling the fact that it was my fault into my head. I don’t want you to have that same regret.” Bakugou simply nodded and Aizawa let him go, the area now empty except for the two of them, and Kirishima. The latter walked up to Bakugou and simply stated, “let’s go,” before the two of them made their way back to their room.

The funeral wasn’t any easier. At first it was the wake, and it was simple enough. Bakugou was slightly relieved that no one expected him to talk because he didn’t have the strength to. He had spent most of the ceremony fiddling with his black tie. If it wasn’t his tie, it was him “dusting off” his suit jacket or his slacks. Everyone was focused on the priest, taking in his words, and Bakugou tried his best, but his brain just kept feeling like it was full of wool. He was seated with his friends in the section dedicated to Denki’s relatives. Denki’s parents justified it with the explanation that Denki considered them family, so it was only fair that they sat with the family, and Denki’s relatives all agreed.

Bakugou looked at the sound system hooked up to the temple, a microphone hooked to the priest’s robe. He found the amount of wires going around the space was odd, since it would suggest a large amount of speakers were in use, but Bakugou assumed that it was due to the large number of people seated in the temple, so have a lot of speakers made sense so that everyone could hear the sutra.

Then it was time to offer incense, with each family member walking up to the burner, a large ornate bowl with a thick stem and base. His mom taught him the traditions when he was younger, and he made sure to practice before tonight. The prayer beads that Denki’s mother gave him earlier sat cold around his fingers, coiled around his left hand, and that’s all he could focus on as he got up and made his way to the altar. He froze once he could clearly see Denki’s body in the casket. He was adorned in a long kimono that fully covered his legs and feet. His mind flashed back to the moment Denki had died, the memory fully consuming his head. A hand on his back tore him from his flashback, Denki’s father beside him. “You can sit back down if this is too much for you. I know this is probably taking you back to that moment,” he said, and Bakugou shook his head in refusal. He’s here to honor his friend, and he’s going to do it right.

Now standing a step or two away from the altar, he took a deep breath. It was his left foot, then his right, and then putting his left next to his right as he stood directly in front of the altar. He took some of the ground incense with his right hand and put it into the burner. Placing the palms of his hands together, he kept his fingers straight and placed the outside of his thumbs on his chest and bowed again. He relaxed his hands, dropping them at his sides, and took three steps back. Right foot, left foot, together. He bowed one last time, and made his way back to his seat, where Denki’s mother rubbed his back gently, reassuring him that he did a good job.

The rest of the wake passed by quickly and it was time for people to start leaving. Bakugou’s parents walked up to him and hugged him tightly. Neither knew what to say in this moment. They knew that their son had gone through so much, but they’ve never seen him like this before. They’ve never seen him this broken, so how do they comfort him? “I’m heading back to UA,” he said softly, pulling away from his parents. He remembered how his mother called him weak after the slime villain, and how tough she’s been to him, and he just can’t deal with that right now. Mitsuki nodded and they let Bakugou leave. Mitsuki’s brain was telling her to say something, anything to try and alleviate some of the pain her son is going through, but she remained silent, watching her son’s retreating figure leave the temple.

As Bakugou and his friends left, he saw a massive group of people waiting outside, each offering incense to a massive burner. There were a couple speakers set up outside, which explained all those wires. Everyone gave him sad smiles whenever they made eye contact, and Bakugou quickly became overwhelmed with grief at the sight of all of these people. Denki would be so happy to know that so many people cared about him, and still do.

When Bakugou got back into the dorm, he quickly got ready for bed, Kirishima following suit, and the moment his body hit the bed, he was asleep.

The next morning was the funeral itself, and Bakugou had practically no energy to go, but he knew he had to. He knew that he had to be there, whether it’s for Denki, for his family, or his friends, it was the only place he needed to be today. He begrudgingly put on his suit, and Kirishima practically pulled him to the car waiting in front of the dorms. “We’re almost late dude. Let’s hope there’s no traffic,” Kirishima said, anxiety dancing in his words.

By the time they arrived, most of the seats were taken, but Mina saved them a seat next to her, Sero and the others already seated with her. Only a minute after they sat down, the ceremony started. Everything went similarly as yesterday’s although Bakugou noticed there were no speakers set up outside like last night. Another difference was the renaming ceremony, and although Bakugou understood the reasoning and tradition behind it, Bakugou could only wish that simply saying Denki’s name would bring him back to him. At the end of the service, Mina pulled out a bouquet of flowers that were placed under her chair. “I got one for everyone.” Bakugou remembered Mina texted about that the other day, although it slipped his mind completely this morning. Everyone took one, and they each placed a flower into his coffin, his head and shoulders adorned with flora.

After the coffin was sealed, the funeral ended, and Bakugou was silently glad that Denki’s mother didn’t invite him for the cremation. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to take physically picking up his friend’s bones and placing them in an urn.

For the next month everything seemed to be a blur. Bakugou’s grades faltered for a while, although Aizawa pushed him to pick up the slack. Bakugou hadn’t had a dream since his nightmare a month ago, and his sleep quality has taken a turn for the worst. There were talks of Bakugou going back to his own room, but Bakugou refused, knowing that we would have those nightmares again. Despite Bakugou’s, Kirishima’s and Aizawa’s arguments, they put Bakugou into his own room and for days, Bakugou refused to sleep. He had coffee, energy drinks, tea, whatever it took to keep him up, but one night, his body had enough, and he collapsed from exhaustion. He doesn’t remember the dream he had, but all he knows is that he woke up screaming in the infirmary. Kirishima ran in and held Bakugou, telling him, “It’s okay. You’re safe here. It’s gonna be okay,” and Bakugou’s screams quickly turned into violent sobbing. In his tears, Bakugou could barely make out the sound of Aizawa screaming outside the door. He didn’t really care to figure out what his teacher was saying, to focused on trying his best to calm down. After what felt like hours, he finally calmed down, his sobs turning into soft sniffles. Kirishima went outside and Aizawa came in almost immediately after Kirishima left.

“Hey Bakugou. I convinced the school to get you an emotional support animal. For now, I have a cat in my room that I can allow you to sleep with. She’s a cuddle bug and extremely friendly, so I think she would work well in the interim. And when you get your own emotional support animal, she does work well with other animals, already used to Eri’s animal. But if she doesn’t work, and you have nightmares, we’ll reevaluate. But all your papers are being expedited, so you’ll get your official animal soon,” Aizawa stated, and before Bakugou could respond, Aizawa left the room. Kirishima returned not long after, and handed Bakugou a bottle of water.

“Hey, I saw Aizawa leave, everything alright,” he asked Bakugou, and Bakugou huffed before responding.

“Yeah. He’s getting me an emotional support animal. He thinks having one around would help with the nightmares.” Kirishima nodded before grinning.

“That sounds like it would work! After all, you could only really sleep when I was in the same room. I think having an emotional support animal would be great for you. Would they only be for your room, or for when you’re out and about,” he asked and Bakugou shrugged.

“I only know that I get nightmares. I don’t think I get panic attacks or anything like that. But I’ll ask for one I can take in public just in case,” Bakugou said, his finger on his chin. He doesn’t know the extent of his own trauma. Sometimes it gets worse after a while, so it’s better to prepare for the worst. He chugged the water bottle and gave the empty bottle to Kirishima to throw out. Bakugou fell asleep without even realizing, and the moment Kirishima held his hand and sat down on the edge of the bed. He used his other hand to scroll through his phone for the next couple hours.

Aizawa came back a couple hours later to find Kirishima asleep next to Bakugou. The sight before him reminded him about the many sleepovers Hizashi and Oboro had during their time in UA. Smiling softly, he woke up Kirishima, sending the boy back to his room, before gently waking up Bakugou.

“Hey, I have everything ready for Cookie to spend the night at your dorm,” Aizawa said gently.

“Is Cookie the cat you were talking about,” Bakugou asked groggily. Aizawa nodded.

“She’s already in your room. I’ll walk with you back to your room so that I can make sure that she doesn’t escape.” Bakugou got up and started walking to his room with Aizawa in tow.

When Bakugou arrived at his room, he slowly opened the room to see a grayish cat covered in black specks.

“Her full name is Cookies and Cream,” Aizawa said in the doorway, smiling at the cat. Cookie ran towards Aizawa and he scooped her into his arms. “Sit down on your bed,” he ordered, and Bakugo sat down. Aizawa walked towards him and placed Cookie onto his student’s lap. “Put out a hand.” Bakugou listened, and Cookie sniffed his hand before rubbing her face on his hand, purring. Bakugou gave her a soft smile, just her presence alleviated some of his pain. “I’ll pick her up in the morning, and drop her off at night. I also left treats and a litter box here. I hope she helps.” Aizawa left after he spoke, leaving Bakugou and Cookie alone in the room. They stared at each other for a little bit before Bakugou went to get ready for bed. When Bakugou took his shower, Cookie was mewling outside the door, and after he stepped out, he opened the door, Cookie trotted towards him, and rubbed her face on his wet leg. Bakugou scoffed and brushed his teeth, and spit it out before picking up the small cat. He placed her on the bed, and told her to stay there while he got dressed. She surprisingly stayed on the bed, watching him get dressed. He climbed into his bed, and Cookie moved out the way before climbing into his bed. Cookie climbed onto his chest once he was comfortable and curled onto it. He found himself falling asleep within minutes, her purring luring him to sleep.

When he woke up, Cookie was still on his chest, moving to rub her face against his as she felt him move. Bakugou put her on his lap as he sat up, moving to get out of bed. He placed her on his shoulder, brushing his teeth, and leaving her on the toilet cover as he moved to shower. A knock sounded from his door, he quickly finished his shower and got dressed before running to open the door. Aizawa stood before him.

“I’ve come to get Cookie. I’ll bring her back around 8:30, since I know you go to bed around 9,” Aizawa said, moving to pick up the cat. “I’ll see you in class.” With Cookie in tow, Aizawa left, Bakugou feeling a little empty at the sound of his door closing.

As he arrived, the class stared at him. He knew they were aware of his nightmares, knowing that tonight was the first night he was sleeping without anyone with him. He didn’t look exhausted, and they were relieved. They knew he didn’t scream in the middle of the night, so he was okay, and that's all they wanted for their friend.

Class went just fine for the day, Bakugou showing a bit more of his old personality, calling Kirishima “Shitty Hair.” Kirishima didn’t even realize how much he missed that nickname until Bakugou said it. He could see that Bakugou was starting to heal, and that made him more than happy. If anyone needed to heal from this all, it was Bakugou.

Cookie stayed with him for a couple months, his sleep shifting from dreamless to neutral to even pleasant dreams. One morning when Aizawa came to pick her up, he gave Bakugou a letter.

“Your emotional support animal is going to be here by the end of the week. But you’re free to visit Cookie at my apartment,” he stated, and Bakugou nodded. Cookie mewled loudly, sad that she's no longer going back into his room, or able to hang out with him. Aizawa chuckled. "Please visit soon, I have a sinking feeling our little feline friend is going to miss you. Bakugou scratched her head gently and her cries turned into soft purrs of satisfaction and pleasure.

When it came time to meet his support animal, he was met with a small dog, who wore a harness labeled “service dog”. He was in the principal’s office just staring down this dog that could easily fit in a tote bag. It was super fluffy and Bakugou looked at the scene with a raised eyebrow. He kinda expected a big dog to match his big personality, practicality be damned.

“Meet Akio, the pomeranian. He’ll be your emotional support animal. Aizawa expressed that you needed one that could stay on your bed, and he’s the perfect size to share your bed with, as well as be able to go to classes and off campus with you,” Nezu said, smiling at Bakugou. He really did pity the circumstances he was in, and knew that this was something that could have been completely avoided, if only he exercised his power as the principal. “A trainer will guide you through caring for Akio. But we’ll make sure that both you and him will be taken care of, okay,” Nezu said, and Bakugou nodded. The person holding Akio’s leash handed it over to Bakugou before leaving. He stared down at the dog, and he looked up at him.

When everything was signed Bakugou went to his room, and Akio trotted happily alongside him. He got stares from classmates but no one said anything to him, rage radiating off of him. How could they give him such a cute animal? He’s Bakugou FUCKING Katsuki, aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight. Nothing about him is cute, so why is he carrying this blonde cloud around? It looks like his shedded hair from over the years formed into a giant ass hairball. He thinks they purposely picked an animal that had fur the same color as his hair.

As he arrived in his room, Akio sat down, and Bakugou lifted him up to the bed. Akio stared at his new owner, almost curious, and Bakugou grunted at the sight. He stayed perfectly on the bed, watching as Bakugou moved to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He walked out in his pajamas to see Akio waiting in front of the door, excitement lacing their face when they saw Bakugou. Grumbling, Bakugou picked him up and took him to bed, laying on his back while Akio laid on his chest. He watched as the small animal curled up on his chest and slowly fell asleep. Bakugou smirked and slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly, he was back at Ground Beta, and his body was bound the same way it was at his first Sports Festival. The metal pole behind him felt cold against his back through his gym uniform. The voice of the monster that captured him his 3rd year of middle school echoed through the space and Bakugou’s blood ran cold.

“Ah Bakugou, look at you. Your weakness is always on full display, no matter how hard you try to hide it. Quirkless Midoriya pitied you. Everyone touted you to be the next incarnation of All Might while a quirkless loser had to save you. Maybe it would have been better if I killed you then. Save you all the shame.” Bakugou sighed shakily at the words. Breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, breathe out for 8. In, 4. Hold, 7. Out, 8. Bakugou kept repeating the pace in his head while he felt his body tremble. No. He’s wrong. Deku saving him was something he could never forget. Deku read him like a book, and he hated it at the moment, but he was happy that Deku could read him like that. If he died, he would have never got the opportunity to grow, or to apologize to Deku for everything. He would have never met his friends, Kirishima, Sero, Denki. He took a deep breath and looked up, determination lacing his features. He pulled at his restraints and yelled with exertion, the chains breaking under the stress. He then pulled away from the pole and broke the binding around his hands, before ripping off the mask.

“Listen here fuckface: I’ll live my life as authentically as I want without regret. I may have weaknesses, but no one is perfect. I’ll never be perfect, but I’ll try my damndest to get close. Deku didn’t pity me, he saw someone, a friend, in danger. He wanted to help me not because he thought I was weak but because he wanted me to live. I told him to kill himself not too long before that, and he chose to save me. Don’t you dare act like a friend protecting another friend is a sign of weakness,” he screamed out at the top of his lungs. His voice cracked time and time again, but fire raged behind his eyes. “FUCK. YOU.”

“So that means you letting me die was a sign of weakness,” a voice spat, and Bakugou immediately turned to see Denki standing behind him, fury in his features. Bakugou tried to walk towards him, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor.

“No. It’s the villain who killed you. You know for a fact that if I had known it would have hit you, I would have blasted it away. You’re one of my closest friends, and we promised that we would all travel the world once we retired,” Bakugou said softly. Denki was the one who made that plan for the both of them, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Jirou, and Shinsou. It was a little pact between them all, and even though Bakugou spoke about how he’s not going to retire til he’s old and gray, he still held those plans close to his heart.

“Still, you allowed it to hit me. It still falls on your shoulders.” Bakugou sighed.

“You told me it wasn’t my fault, your parents and practically everyone else said the same thing. But I still feel slightly guilty for it, and I’ll probably carry that guilt for the rest of my life. I really wish I knew it was going to hit you. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't have let you die. But I can't go back. I'm stuck in this shitty ass timeline or whatever where I no longer have one of my best friends. But you know what? I won’t let some cheap knockoff of my best friend play with me like this.” Denki smirked wickedly and a bright flash blinded Bakugou before Denki laid in front of him, clutching at his legs. His legs were bloodied and mangled, and he watched as his friend started to claw at his pants, blood transferring onto his clothing. Bakugou balked at the sight before him, trying to process this before he felt more hands on the back of his legs. He turned behind him to see another Denki behind him. Looking up, he saw numerous versions of Denki crawling at him with their hands. Turning back around he saw the same sight. Chants of “your fault” filled the space, slowly rising in volume. Bakugou couldn’t seem to catch his breath, his breathing turning into hyperventilation. He kept chanting “wake up”, pinching himself, and slapping his face, but he was still stuck in the nightmare. This was all so much and he felt his brain starting to shut down, the stimulants too much for it to handle. His skin started to feel slimy, as if he was covered in spit, and he let out a soft sob, everything now overwhelming.

Bakugou woke up to Akio licking his face with a soft whine. Bakugou wrapped the dog into his arms and let out a soft sob, crying into its fur. Bakugou stayed like this for a while until sleep took him again without warning.

Bakugou woke up from a now dreamless sleep with Akio sleeping on his chest. He took the dog and moved him to his lap. Akio woke up and the movement, and gave Bakugou a quiet “woof”. Bakugou smiled gently, and took Akio with him to the bathroom, resting him on his closed hamper.

It was a small routine he built with Akio. He would tag along when Bakugou was on his morning run, as well as when he went to class. Akio would stay silent in class, seated right by Bakugou’s chair, as well as having him on the sidelines while he trains with his classmates.

After one of their classes, Aizawa gave Bakugou a small list.

“Hey, you should bond more with Akio. Here’s a list of bonding activities for you two. You should do some of them and get acquainted with one another.” Bakugou scoffed and held the letter in his hand, although Aizawa could see Bakugou reading the list as he walked away.

Over the next couple weeks, Bakugou turned Aizawa’s list into a checklist, making sure to try each of the activities that he liked. The first activity on the list was “tactile communication”. Okay, so petting him. Bakugou simply placed a hand on Akio’s forehead, and kept it still not really knowing what to do from here. He doesn’t want to pet him too hard, but petting him too softly would defeat the purpose. Akio simply just looked at Bakugou, just happy to be involved. Grumbling, he took out his phone and sat on the floor, opting to research how to properly pet an animal.

After what felt like hours of research, Bakugou decided to try petting Akio’s side, and Akio clearly liked it, his tail starting to wag. He kept a firm hand, and mirrored his movements on the opposite side, with Akio’s tail starting to speed up at the motion. He doesn’t know how long the two of them stayed like this, but when Bakugou finished, Akio licked his hand and gave him a look that he can akin to adoration. Smiling softly, Bakugou lifted Akio onto his lap, where the dog curled up, slumber soon taking him. The two of them stayed like this for a while, with Bakugou mindlessly looking through his phone, and for the first time in a long time, he finally felt normal.

The next activity listed was Movie Night. The common room was empty, and so Bakugou had the full intent of taking advantage of that. Grabbing a bowl of air popped popcorn, he sat and put on a comedy, wanting to focus on more lighthearted movie subjects for now. The fear of an action movie setting him off is non-zero, and he’s not taking that chance. And he could use the fluff of the comedy to distract him from the chaos that is his current situation. As the movie played, Akio was more focused on Bakugou than the movie itself, and the boy couldn’t help but send a small smile towards the dog when they made eye contact, before giving him a small piece of popcorn. He double and triple checked to make sure that dogs could eat popcorn, and since he air popped them himself, they should be good, although it should be in moderation like most indulgences.

It became a nightly ritual, with this becoming how Bakugou would wind down after the school day. Within days word got out about Bakugou's addition to his routine, and it started with Mina silently plopping herself next to him one night and him letting out a huff just to acknowledge her presence. The next night, it was Sero popping in alongside Mina. Then it was Jirou, then Shinsou, and then Kirishima. Bakugou put up a big show about how they're impeding on his alone time, but he can't lie to himself, knowing he missed them. His isolation is self inflicted, but it's all he knew. Growing up, whenever he was going through it emotionally, he always went into his room and worked out his emotions alone. He internalized everything, letting all of his negative emotions fester until they were too much to handle. He was a shaken soda bottle ready to pop almost always, and sometimes he did pop, lashing out at the people he was closest to.

Bakugou looked at the next item on his list, communal eating. It started with Bakugou putting out Akio’s dinner at the same time, and eating on the floor beside him. Akio clearly enjoyed it, looking at Bakugou with pure adoration in his eyes. It then developed into Bakugou making food with the intent of sharing pieces of it with Akio. The dog was more than excited to share, and Bakugou found Akio extremely adorable in the joy clear in the dog's face, and he honestly could get used to this.

Bakugou also took Akio out on his daily runs. Akio easily kept pace with the explosive hero, and Bakugou was extremely proud that Akio could keep up. After all, if his name means hero, it would also mean that he should be able to keep up with the future number 1 hero, right? It was so weird for his friends to see Bakugou smiling so softly at the dog every time he would come back from his run. Mina swears that she saw Bakugou kiss the dog once, although no one believes her.

Bakugou also tries talking to Akio and it was so awkward at first. He would talk to Akio like he was one of his classmates. He was speaking in complex sentences, like he could understand. He swore up and down that he could, but no one cared. He scolded anyone who would baby talk at Akio.

"He's not a fucking dumbass. Don't talk to him like he's stupid," he would always yell. No one would never listen, and he would threaten to take away dog petting privilege, which was always an effective punishment.

One morning, as Bakugou made his way to class, Aizawa stopped him.

"Bakugou, you're gonna be meeting with your therapist during first period. I'll stay with you after the end of the day so I can catch you up with what you missed," Aizawa said, placing a gentle hand on Bakugou's shoulder. Bakugou nodded and Aizawa walked him to a little office in the corner. "This is my office. They're an external therapist, because this isn't something the school social worker is equipped to deal with at their own admission. I'll cover the cost so see them as many times as you need." Bakugou walked in as Aizawa opened the door, and he saw a woman almost staring into his soul.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Takami, and I'll be your therapist. I specialize in PTSD, especially in heroes and children. Mr. Aizawa reached out to me and gave me the general jist of the circumstances, but I would like to understand more from you." She sat down behind a small desk, and gestured to a chair sitting across from her. Bakugou say down and stared at her warily. Aizawa left them and it was a tense silence until Dr. Takami spoke.

"I know you don't know me, but I want to help you. We can work on building trust over time, but I need you to open up to me so I can get you the help you need." Bakugou sighed and crossed his arms, scooting closer to Dr. Takami. "Let's start with something simple. How is your emotional support dog doing?"

"He's alright. Clingy as all hell. But he's a spit fire. He likes to bark at people who get too close, mainly because they try to pet him. He snarls and bares his teeth, but always softens around me." Dr. Takami raised an eyebrow. "I hate people in my personal space. I only let my friends hug me or stay close to me. Akio makes it so I don't have to say no to people. He hasn't attacked anyone and is nice to my friends so it's all good."

"And your sleep?"

"Better. The nightmares come, but Akio makes them easier to deal with."

"How are you coping without Akio? He's not meant to be the only way of dealing with your trauma," Dr. Takami said, leaning forward. Bakugou coughed and scratched his head. "Okay. So looks like we have to go through coping mechanisms. From what I can tell, your big thing is reliving the moment, so let's focus on grounding." Dr. Takami took Bakugou through a simple exercise, doing a countdown with each sense. She also took him through breathing exercises. "Akio is there to help. Just don't use him as your only form of coping, okay?" Bakugou nodded. "Well, here's a good point to stop. We'll be meeting weekly, unless you want to meet more frequently. Practice the exercises to get used to them, and memorize them. I know that you may not remember it in the heat of the moment, but it's better to know it and just forget it in that instance than to not have it at all. I would also suggest you have some trusted friends and adults aware of these so that they can walk you through it during an episode. I'll send this to your school email so you can send it to whoever you'd like." Bakugou nodded and Dr. Takami sent out an email to Bakugou. He quickly sent it to Kirishima, Mina, Sero, Shinsou and Aizawa.

"Okay, so, with that out of the way, how to do want me to help you," she asked.

"What do you mean," Bakugou huffed out.

"Do you want advice or just a shoulder to cry on in silence? I can also just listen to your pain. I ask this at the top of my sessions."

"Oh, uh, I guess advice." Dr. Takami nodded.

"Feel free at any point to 'switch modes', such as switching to a shoulder to cry on. This is your session. Customize it as you see fit." Bakugou stared at the doctor. Maybe this can be a safe space for him.

"Well, uh, does this whole thing get any easier," he asked.

"Kind of. Trauma is a fickle thing. Some people heal so well it's like the trauma never happened. Some people get worse as time passed. The status of your mental health isn't linear. Even those who I mentioned who fully 'healed' could go right back to square one, or even get worse. So don't focus on that aspect of healing. Focus on you. Acknowledge you'll have set backs and aim to overcome them. And as for therapy being easy, it never it. Right now, I'm some random stranger to you. Even when we start to become familiar with each other, it's still going to be hard for you to open up to me at times. And that's okay. This 'relationship' between us as a therapist and patient is going to have growing pains. But that's something the both of us can get through together." Bakugou nodded as she spoke. She gave a brief pause, before pulling out a notebook. "Try Journaling. Write down your emotions, whatever is plaguing your mind and reflect on it once a week." He took the note book, and the bell rang, signing the end of the session. Both he and Dr. Takami stood up, and she extended a hand to him. He shook it firmly and they both made their way out of the office to continue their day.

That weekend, the group all settled in Bakugou's room, papers in hand.

"I'll just do the breathing exercises. Shitty Hair, you start." Kirishima cleared his throat.

"Okay. I'll do the 4, 7, 8 one," Bakugou nodded and kept eye contact with the redhead. "So breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, and breathe out for 8. In for 4, hold for 7, out for 8. Got it?" Bakugou nodded. "Okay, so let's start. Breathe in 1, 2, 3, 4." Bakugou inhaled with each count. "Hold 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7." Bakugou held his breath in time with Kirishima's count. "Out, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8." Bakugou exhaled, closing his eyes. Kirishima repeated the exercise over and over again, Bakugou getting into the swing of things. "Alright! Nice job Baku-bro!!! Keep it up!" Kirishima's smile rivaled the sun, and Bakugou won't say it aloud, but he was so lucky to have Kirishima in his life. Kirishima was his rock throughout everything. He's scared to think about how he would have gotten through all of the chaos that is now his life without having Kirishima by his side. Don't get him wrong, everyone else was also huge in his healing, but it was Kirishima who was there when Bakugou first had nightmares, who slept in his room and held his hand that first night. Kirishima is invaluable, and truly irreplaceable to him.

That same night, Bakugou opened his journal and knew what his first entry would be.

Dear Pikachu,

Hey, it's been too long. God, I miss you every minute of every day. It's been so weird with you gone. Nothing is the same. The movies we watched aren't the same, the foods we ate aren't the same, I tried to eat one of your favorite snacks, and it tasted like sand in my mouth. I couldn't even swallow it.

I find myself asking why. Why were you taken from us? I know it isn't my fault, or at least that's what everyone says, but I still wish I could have saved you. What's the point of being a hero if I can't even save the people closest to me? I almost gave up on being a hero, but I know you would absolutely beat my ass if I did. Mina already threatened to do so.

I hope you're at peace. Not even for my conscious, or to alleviate guilt, but because you're a good person Denki. Honestly, anyone who interacts with me regularly outside of mandated periods of time deserve a lot of good things. I'm not the easiest to work with, I know this. But you all were patient enough to get past my walls I so carefully created with ease.

Oh, by the way, I started therapy. The doctor seemed alright. She recommended I start the journal, and I wanted to start it off with something "nice and pleasant" so I can come back to it when I have a really bad time.

I fucking miss you Denki. I'll see you some day.

One afternoon, Aizawa got an email summoning him to Nezu's office, and as he walked in, he could tell the air was tense.

"You need to stop emailing the commission." Aizawa stared at Nezu incredulously.

"We're letting kids die," Aizawa spat out.

"There's nothing I can do! You think I enjoy having to deal with the work it takes to hide the deaths? That I have to constantly lie to parents about how their child died? There's a reason there's a high turnover rate for the principal role. It drains you. That we have to downplay the deaths so the school’s optics are safe-"

"Fuck the school’s optics," Aizawa screamed out. "Denki was a great kid! He didn’t have to die and both of us know it. The defenses around the school haven't been updated or even fixed since we used the school as a stronghold. If we updated the school's security system, he would still be alive." Nezu sighed.

"Aizawa. I want to fix it. I really do. But I can't do anything without the commission's permission."

"Nezu, we both know that the commission won't do a thing to protect these kids. They've failed time and time again. What will it take for them to actually start caring?"

"I don't know. I've begged and I've pleaded with them to do something. I had to frame the dorms as a good PR move before they made them in the first place. I hate that I can't do anything, but I'd much rather it be me who will try and find ways to make the school at least a little safer than a 'yes' man who doesn't care whether the kids live or die being in direct control of their safety. I'm livid that I have to say this, but I'm the lesser evil here." Nezu was right. If someone directly from the commission was in charge, they would only see the kids as numbers, and dollar signs rather than actual human beings. He's seen how much Nezu cares for these kids, holding meeting after meeting to ensure their safety on the staff side of things. If the commission can't put in effort to protect the kids, Nezu made sure that the teachers and staff did. Aizawa sighed, shaking his head.

"I'm tired of this Nezu. It needs to stop."

"I know. I'm tired too. But the only way the commission will care is if their wallets start to hurt. And unless some huge scandal comes out, I doubt we'll see that," Nezu sighed. "But please stop emailing them. They're slowly looking to fire you, and I really don't want to see you go. I need you here with me. There's only so much fighting I can do for you, but play it safe, alright?" Aizawa scowled at Nezu's request before walking out of the room. If a scandal is what it takes for the commission to take care of the kids, he'll give them one they'll never recover from.

One night, Bakugou was in the kitchen when he heard the “Breaking News” jingle sound from the TV in the common room. Bakugou turned to turn off the television, grumbling about people leaving the TV on when he saw the tag line. “UA Covers Student Fatalities.” Bakugou turned up the volume, sitting on the couch. Akio hopped up on the couch, before settling down on Bakugou's lap. The small dog curled up but stared intensely at the young hero, sensing the anxiety and anger creeping through the young hero.

“An anonymous source has exposed a bombshell to numerous media platforms, stating that UA has been lying about how many students have died under their care, as well as their lack of protections for interning students. Several students have died, but the most recent has been Denki Kaminari, who died due to a villain infiltrating the school’s training ground. This isn’t the first time villains have infiltrated UA’s grounds, Denki belonging to the same class that was attacked at the USJ arena, as well as during their training camp, where his best friend Bakugou Katsuki was famously kidnapped by the League of Villains. How many kids have died to UA’s incompetence, and how many more will die before they finally take action,” the anchor said, and Bakugou felt his breath ripped from his chest. Bakugou was filled with grief before he was filled with a righteous fury. He banged on the door of every single classmate, going floor by floor until he gathered everyone into one room. Akio trotted alongside Bakugou, peering up at him periodically.

“Look up UA on your phones. Right now,” he growled out. He didn’t even want to wait for them to ask questions, but confused whispers turned into stunned silence. “People keep telling me that it wasn’t my fault, it was the villains, but now it’s the school’s fault. After we kept getting attacked on our grounds, you would think that they would have more protections in place to make sure it never happens again, but they didn’t. Denki didn’t have to fucking die! He didn’t have to be fucking crushed in a villain attack if the school had actually bolstered the defenses around the training grounds. How many teachers knew? How many of them knew that students were dying and said nothing,” he yelled. He was fuming, his chest rising and falling rapidly while his eyes were wild. Aizawa walked in, and walked right up to Bakugou. Before Bakugou could yell, Aizawa leaned in next to his ear.

“I was the anonymous source. I can’t explain here on campus, but I was tired of watching this all happen. I would like all of us to meet elsewhere so I can explain everything,” Aizawa whispered, and he stood back up before Bakugou mouthed the words “my house.” If Aizawa wanted to be discrete, there was something up. Was the school listening to them? Was he not safe? Bakugou knew that everyone had to leave, the school would be on high alert soon, with parents coming in to take their kids out of the school. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were already parents here. Bakugou walked over to Kirishima.

“Everyone needs to come back to my house. Leave in groups from different exits. The school is maybe watching us. Make sure to inform everyone and only the group with me can tell people we’re going to my house. Everyone else needs to make up their own excuses,” he whispered into his friend’s ear. He knew it was a mouthful, but as long as they understood “Come to my house, and tell no one,” nothing else mattered. He moved to whisper into Mina’s ear, then to Shinsou, Sero, Jirou, Deku and Todoroki. Before long, the entire class knew the game plan. Bakugou moved out first with Sero, Mina, Kirishima, Jirou and Shinsou in tow. They were stopped by a staff member, but when asked about where they were going, he simply said was going home, and they were coming along at his mother’s request. It wasn’t the first time that she invited his friends over, so his excuse was plausible. They were able to make their way off campus, taking the bus home. Bakugou wore a face mask, knowing that his face is probably plastered everywhere.

After they got off, they walked through busy streets, UA on everyone’s tongues. Bakugou drowned them out, focusing on making it back home. His friends were silent, dread weighing them down. Bakugou would alway be heavy with sorrow if he wasn’t so filled with anger. He needed to get to the bottom of this.

As Aizawa made his way to Bakugou’s house, all he could think of was the oath he took to himself when he first became a teacher. He took an oath to protect thr children. He swore that he would happily die if it meant his students were alive. Oboro's death really changed him. He never wanted to see any kid go through any like that. But he's constantly reminded of his failure when he constantly had to deal with parents who were asking about their child and if there were any updates regarding their "missing" child. It's so easy for him to be swallowed whole by the negative emotions these feelings invoke. But he can't fail his kids again, not anymore.

As he arrived at his house, he saw his mother waiting at the door. “Your teacher is here. What the fuck is going on Katsuki,” she spat out. She wasn’t angry at him, but at the situation in her lap. She entrusted her kid to UA, and they hurt her son so bad she doesn’t know if he’ll be okay ever again. Bakugou walked past his mother, not wanting to deal with her anger and heads right to Aizawa who's sitting on the couch.

“The rest of the class is gonna be here soon. What you have to say better be real fucking good to make up for what you’ve done,” Bakugou said, venom dripping with every word. Aizawa knew that he deserved all the anger his students felt towards him, and maybe even more.

After all the students filed in, Bakugou requested Momo create a Signal Jammer, with the intent of it blocking out any bugs on their phones. After they confirmed it was active, Aizawa started speaking. "As I told Bakugou, I'm the anonymous source. I was the one who told the press about the school.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before continuing. “I became a teacher because I didn’t want Oboro to happen again. I wanted to protect students and make sure that students didn’t die. But then I found out that kids die at UA more than any other school, and I’ve been fighting them for years to get better regulations to protect the kids, so I stayed to protect them the best I can. But to see Denki die, and see you all in pain was the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm tired of comforting parents and then knowing there's only a matter of time before the next set of parents have to come. I’m tired. I’m tired of fighting the school to protect our kids only to be ignored. I’ve seen principal after principal come in, then leave because the weight of the wrongs they see are too heavy to continue to carry, and so they leave. Even with Nezu, the light in his eyes I saw when he first came is now gone. So it definitely comes from higher up, although I don’t know how high up this goes. But I want to make sure that you kids know the truth. I want to finally make sure that Oboro or Denki never happens again.” Aizawa gets on his knees and fully bows in front of the class. “I’m so sorry I failed you, as a hero, as an adult, as a teacher, and as a mentor.” Bakugou walked over to Aizawa and helped him stand up.

“You didn’t fail us. You fought to protect us, and put your job at risk to make sure that we get protected moving forward. You’re the only one who didn’t fail us,” Bakugou said, and Aizawa gave him a wet smile. Mina walked over to him and hugged him, Kirishima following suit. Slowly more and more of the class hugged him, sniffles bouncing through the pile. Bakugou was the last one to join the pile. It took a bit, but the class finally broke away.

“You all should go home. UA is going to be an ugly sight in the morning, between the parents pulling their kids out, bereaved family members who just found out their kid's death was preventable, and the press. I don’t want you all to have cameras in the face while you’re trying to study, or while your parents are unenrolling you. Stay safe, and lay low for a bit. It’s truly been an honor to be your teacher, and whether or not you stay, I am so proud of the people each of you became. I wish you all the best in life,” Aizawa said before leaving. Everyone looked at each other, trying to decompress and process the information, and Bakugou’s mother offered the floor to everyone, but Momo offered her home instead, since there’s a lot more space for everyone to sleep as well as her butler being more than capable to cook a meal for 20-something people. She sent a text, and within the hour, a small bus pulled up in front of the Bakugou home, the class piling in. Sero, Mina, Shinsou, Jirou and Kirishima stayed behind, choosing to sleep over at Bakugou’s place.

Before they knew it, the morning came, and Bakugou turned on the news to see a massive crowd of people swarming in front of the school. The newscasters were picking up the angry yells coming from the crowd. There was a visible line of parents who were waiting to get in, and Bakugou could only laugh seeing the school face the consequences of their actions. The newscaster mentioned the school has a planned press conference. He wondered what sad excuses the school would make to try and salvage their relationship with the public. Whatever it would be, there’s no way it would make up for the lives they’ve ruined. He changed the channel to see a pair of familiar faces on the screen.

“Denki didn’t have to die! Our baby didn’t have to die! We didn’t have to cremate our only child but we had to due to the school’s incompetence! We lost a piece of ourselves, but know this could have been prevented, that our son could still be here with us if it wasn’t for the school’s incompetence makes me furious,” Denki’s mother said. Her voice was shaking with anger, her face red with anger. Her husband rubbed her back reassuringly, and he may seem calm but Bakugou could easily spot the rage swimming behind his eyes.

"The school isn't going to fucking get away with this," Bakugou hissed. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he turned to be face to face with Kirishima. Kirishima had a look of pure anger on his face.

"We're gonna make sure they pay for this. All of us," he said, and confirmations sounded around the room.

Meanwhile at UA, Nezu pulled Aizawa to the side before they were set to go on stage for the press conference.

"I hope you're happy with your choice." Aizawa raised an eyebrow at Nezu's words.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your decision in going rogue will have consequences, and ones you won't like. So I hope it's worth it." Aizawa didn't detect any malice in Nezu's words. "It's been an honor working with you."

"You're leaving?" Aizawa was in shock.

"They needed a scapegoat. They don't know the leak, so it'll fall to me as the principal. At least I no longer have to shoulder the burden of being unable to save the kids."

"Do you think this'll be enough to get the commission to step up?"

"This alone? No. But I fully believe that Bakugou and his friends will be the driving force to make that change."

"But they're just kids, that's a lot to put on them," Aizawa sighed out.

"I know. But we as adults were never able to make a difference so maybe hearing it from Bakugou will be the fire under them that causes them to move. That boy was made for TV you know. He's loud and in your face. His natural personality would be enough to make sure that the commission won't be able to live it down as long as he's vocal." Aizawa sighed. "I really do hope this is enough. Good luck Aizawa. Lay low, and stay safe."

"And what about you Nezu?" Nezu chuckled.

"Thanks for the concern friend, but I'll be fine. I'll be in hiding for a while till the heat slightly dies down, and I'll move out of the country and start fresh." Nezu stuck out his hand and Aizawa shook it. "See you again some day." The both of them moved to the stage, where they were blinded by lights from camera flashes. Aizawa didn't even sit down, standing behind the chair with a placard with his name engraved into it positioned on the table right in front of it. Nezu sat down and looked forward.

"I'm here regarding the allegations regarding UA's lack of protection for our students. I firstly want to apologize for the pain my negligence has caused both directly and indirectly. You as parents trusted my staff and I to protect your children and keep them safe while they were enrolled into our school, and on our grounds, and I failed. The kids deserve better, which is why I'm stepping down." A cacophony of questions filled the room and he internally sighed. He didn't want to be here. He didn't want to making this announcement, but the pressure from the higher-ups left him no choice. He was the fall guy, the scapegoat, and he hates this. The conversation he had earlier replayed his mind.

"Nezu. I'm sorry, but we need you to resign," a feminine voice stated on the phone. He was stunned, his brain trying to process this information. He looked around his office, thinking that this will be the last time he'll be sitting at his desk.

"Madame President, what are you talking about?"

"With you taking the fall, the focus and heat on us will shift to you, and the anger towards us will eventually fade away. It's sad that you have to take the blame, but it's for the greater good." The greater good of their wallet. "We'll compensate you handsomely, and help you in hiding til the heat dies down, and moving you out of the country with a new identity so you can restart." Nezu sighed. It's not like he has a choice. He knows what the commission will do if he goes against them, and he very much would like to live.

"Okay. I'll resign during the press conference."

"Thank you Nezu, it's been a pleasure working with you, and good luck moving forward." The phone call ended and he placed his hands into his palms before quietly sobbing.

Nezu left without taking questions, his obligation to the school and the commission done and over with.

What happened to him? He's an educator who was focused on his kids, and allowing them to thrive. When he got the offer at UA, he was excited to start working with the school. It was a dream come true, although the dream easily became a nightmare. He was told to either help them hide the deaths, or quit, and he couldn’t imagine quitting. The system failed these kids, and Nezu wanted to help the kids no longer be victimized by the system wherever he could. One of these days, this blatant disregard for student safety will stop. It has to.

As he went backstage, Bakugou stood there, staring him down.

"Aizawa told me you tried to fix things," he said gruffly.

"Yes I did. I begged the financial department to fix things, but I was always told it's not in the budget. I'm tired of kids getting hurt and dying all the time. You're kids! You have your whole lives ahead of you, and it's getting exhausting constantly seeing it happen and feeling powerless to stop it."

"Thank you for sticking up for us Nezu." Nezu gave Bakugou a soft smile. It took load off his chest that Bakugou didn't hate his guts like most of his kids did. He's taking the fall for something that he actively tried to stop and is powerless to defend himself or his kids.

"You're a strong and smart kid. You can make sure this never happens again." These were his final words to his final student, walking out of the venue. The commission can fucking rot for all he cares. They deserve the reckoning that's coming, and do much more. Nezu can't wait to watch them burn.

Back in the venue, Aizawa walks up to Bakugou and pats him on the back.

"The backstage area isn't bugged. I checked numerous times," Aizawa said, moving to sit on the floor. "I hope you're ready for the storm that's coming. I know I'm not." Bakugou sat down next to his ex-teacher.

"I have good people on my side, so I'll be okay." Aizawa nodded, and they both sat there in a comfortable silence for a while, until Bakugou stood up. "I'll see you around."

From that day on, Bakugou was scheduling press conferences on top of media appearances, the fire in his heart burning brighter than ever. The commission felt the heat, and needed to do something and fast before they burn from the intensity.

At a morning talk show, Bakugou hyped himself up in the green room. The usual suspects were all gathered there, drowning him with encouragement.

"Baku-bro, I'll be on the sidelines with Akio in case you need us. Answer whatever questions you feel comfortable answering. If they ask you something that you don't wanna answer, don't. Tell them to move on, give them a dumb answer, whatever you want," Kirishima said, patting him on his back and smiling brightly. Bakugou scoffed and gave him a smirk.

"Go give 'em hell," Mina cheered. Bakugou walked out and got set up with his mic. He was ushered out to the stage the sound of cheering, it getting louder with each step he took. As he stood on the stage, the host tried to hug him, but Bakugou backed away, forcefully sticking his hand out for a handshake. When will these hosts learn not to touch him? The host shook his hand, and they broke to sit on their chairs.

"Hi Bakugou, it's nice to have you here," the host cheerily stated.

"Thank you for having me."

"You've been real busy lately, with this huge press tour," the host said, giving a sickly sweet smile. Bakugou could sense the malice behind it. She was so prim and proper, her nails clearly expensive, and her outfit was easily the cost of numerous houses. Her hair was perfectly coiled and she looked like a doll, and it sickened him.

"Yeah, well, I want to keep the incident with UA fresh in people's minds. We can't afford to forget it. We forget it and their deaths will mean nothing. Everything will continue as 'normal' and kids will go back to dying needlessly."

"So you're saying that it's all UA's fault," the host asked, clearly asking for clarification.

"Yes. Even in the case of Denki, where he was killed by a villain, it's still partially UAs fault because the villain wouldn't haven't been able to get on the campus if UA's security wasn't lacking."

"So if it was partially UA's fault for Denki's death, isn't it also your fault," the host asked, and Bakugou's blood ran cold. The crowd let out a soft "oooh" in response..

"What," Bakugou choked out, his heart rate starting to spike.

"Well, you're blaming UA. But you could have pushed the rubble out of the way. So isn't Denki’s death partially your fault," the host observed. Bakugou started to shake, and Kirishima ran onto the stage, placing Akio on his friend's lap. Bakugou started to hyperventilate and Kirishima took him through breathing exercises, simultaneously ripping off Bakugou's mic and throwing it to the side. The audience was dead silent, and the host looked awkward as they watched the scene unfold in front of her. The rest of the friend group ran out and surrounded Bakugou, to hide his breakdown from everyone's view. Mina stomped over to the host.

"How dare you! Do you know what you're saying?! Bakugou has been through hell and back! You don't think Bakugou hasn't blamed himself this whole time?! You sit here as a whole adult saying something like that to a child who witnessed their own friend died?!" The crowd murmured and started to boo, and the host attempted to calm down the audience, but the boos got louder. The group got up and helped Bakugou out of the studio.

After he got home, he got a call from Dr. Takami.

"Hey, how are you feeling right now," she asked.

"Like shit."

"That's understandable with what happened. I'm sorry that happened to you and on live television. I don’t have any appointments, so I can give you a quick session," she suggested.

"That would be great."

"Okay then. I'm glad you're using your exercises. I saw Kirishima went through them with you," she stated.

"Yeah. I appreciated it."

"Well, you understand it isn't your fault, right?"

"Yeah. I think she was paid by the commission to say that."

"What makes you think that," she asked.

"Because this was out of the blue. The commission felt public pressure mounting and they wanted to discredit me to alleviate some of it," he stated.

"Well, I know it had the opposite reaction. The support for you has skyrocketed, people admiring your bravery, and the strength you've shown in the face of all the things you've gone through. But no one is expressing pity, or insinuating you're weak. And I'll reiterate, you're such a strong kid, and you deserve none of the things that have come to you. You should have had a normal and trauma free childhood, but unfortunately not everyone can have that. So just keep your head up, alright?"

They spoke for two hours before she hung up, and once Bakugou was free of her, his mother knocked on his bedroom door.

"Katsuki, I don't really know how yo comfort you, but let me try my best," came from the opposite side of the door. He opened the door to see his mother standing outside. She looked almost sheepish, and rather than question it, he moved to the side and allowed her to enter his room. Moving to sit on his bed, they kept eye contact and sat down next to each other.

"Katsuki, you truly are the best Bakugou. I haven't been the beat mother at all, and I'm ready to acknowledge that. But seeing my baby in pain hurt more than anything else. I want to help. I want to find ways to make you feel more comfortable, because your emotions matter," Mitsuki sighed out. She knew she was lacking as a parent for some time, but her son isn't going to her at all in one of his darkest moments!. He hasn't shown her any emotions in a private setting, shutting her out mentally.

"Your father doesn't know I'm apologizing, but I love you Katsuki. You're my kid. I wanna protect you from all the bad things, even though you're becoming a hero. I want you to be be happy, healthy and secure," she continued, looking at Bakugou with tears in her eyes.

"Would you like you go to family therapy," Bakugou asked, and Mitsuki shook her head.

"Not right now. You have so much on your plate, and I don't wanna impede. Focus of healing yourself, and we'll focus on healing the family when you get to a good and comfortable point in your healing." Bakugou nodded, and Mitsuki stood up. "Please remember that you're loved by not just your father and I. You have a whole found family that you hang out with from your school. We have diy projects you guys can do so you aren't sitting in the house bored." Bakugou rolled his eyes, but smiled at his mother. She thinks this is the first time on a long time she's seen Bakugou smiling genuinely and she wants to do whatever it takes to keep that smile on her son’s face. She walked out, but not without giving Bakugou a small kiss on his forehead, which he grumpily accepted, and they both carried on with their days. Bakugou moved to write in his journal.

Hey Pika,

Today was fucking hard. Some chick on TV was trying to make it look like it was my fault you died. Can you fucking believe that?! It's not fair. She's a grown ass adult trying to bully me!! I think the commission paid her to say this. They want to discredit me and by association my claims, so that the backlash they face is lessened. But no, fuck them. I want them to suffer.

Oh, by the way, I appreciate you coming into my dreams lately. It's been super helpful. It helps me get back to a sense of normalcy. Although if you keep playing pranks, I'll fight you. I mean it.

For the next week, Bakugou was forced to go on a social media cleanse. Mina deleted all of the apps and Bakugou stayed at home, only going out when his friends picked him up.

As for the host? She was fired within an hour of the show's airing, and her show was quickly canceled. She didn't even offer an apology, her social media now silent.

For the next month, Bakugou was still doing his press tour, although it was a lot lighter than before. The questions were now screened, and if they veered off script even once, Bakugou would just leave mid interview.

It was so weird became now his face was plastered everywhere. He was constants getting recognized in public, and at first if was cool, but when he's starting to feel it encroach on his daily life, he's had enough. Rather than be kind to his fans, he would be mean, hoping they would get the hint that they aren't wanted. And it worked, kinda. His mean words and behaviors got so many people to leave him alone, but it also got people to find that behavior endearing. Those people, he thinks, are the worst. He'll tell them to fuck off, and they'll giggle and stay. He doesn’t know how many times he got them arrested for stalking, but it's starting to really get to him. Is what he's doing worth such flagrant disrespect of his personal boundaries and space? Unfortunately. Bakugou’s finds the answer to this is yes. So he holds that mindset close to his chest to remind him why he keeps going.

One morning, Bakugou was awoken to his phone's notifications going off non-stop. He opened his phone to see so many links being sent. He opened one of them to see UA in the news yet again, but for a different reason. He ran to his living room and turned on his TV, changing it to the nearing news channel.

"Thank you for joining us this morning, we have breaking news regarding UA. According to an anonymous source, the Public Safety Hero Commission was the reason behind the lack of safety at UA. Numerous news organizations were handed documents showing that they ignored pleas from high ranking UA staff, including formerly disgraced principal Nezu. With these documents, it looks like the UA staff and faculty were making efforts to protect the children while the Commission did nothing to make sure the kids are safe. We'll keep you updated with new information as we get it." Bakugou stood there in silence as Akio trotted over and rubbed himself against his legs. Bakugou picked the dog up and took him to his room, sobbing into him and holding him firmly.

Meanwhile, Aizawa sat in his office watching the news. His phone rang, and he picked it up, giving a gruff greeting.

"Aizawa, thank you for giving me courage. I wouldn't have done what I did without you. If the fire under them wasn't scalding before, it definitely is now." Aizawa was shocked at the sound of Nezu's voice, but before he could say anything, Nezu hung up. Aizawa sat there, processing.

UA tried to hold a press conference, but there was nothing they could really say to make people trust them again. To Bakugou, this felt like the fall of heroes after the Paranormal Liberation War. It was terrifying, because would society crumble yet again?

Aizawa called Bakugou to inform him of the press conference. The teacher offered Bakugou the chance to speak at his own press conference. Bakugou agreed, calling his friends to join him.

As he sat down at the table for the press conference, he sighed.

"Please keep your trust in the heroes, during this time. None of them knew. It'll be ridiculous for you all to attack heroes and hate them for something that isn't their fault. Direct your anger towards the executives at the commission. They're the bastards that let Denki die," Bakugou stated. The reporters asked questions, and Bakugou answered them briskly.

After the conference, Bakugou made his way home, emotionally drained. A small chirp sounded from his phone and he opened it to see a small text from Dr. Takami expressing her pride in him for going through the press conference.

As he opened his door, a couple of people in suits were waiting on his couch. He counted only three, all sitting on the same couch. Bakugou quickly turned his phone's recorder on, thankful that he had headphones on with an exposed mic.

"Bakugou Katsuki, we applaud you. You managed to turn the public against us. That's not an easy feat," the one in the middle said. So they're the leader, he noted to himself.

"The fuck do you want from me," Bakugou growled out.

"We want you to rescind your statements, and stop your tour of slander."

"Slander?! You all knew what was going on, and did nothing to stop it! In fact, you refused to do anything to stop it. Denki's blood, and every student who died due to your negligence's blood are on your hands. I hope that they haunt your dreams and that none of you find peace again."

"You don't want to get into a media war with us. You'll lose. We have the money, the resources and the connections to absolutely ruin you."

"Look at you, a grown ass adult threatening a kid. Are you and the commission really that scared of my voice? We're already in a media war. You started this when you had that host blame me on TV. But the funny thing is, you're losing the war. So your resources and shit mean nothing to me. But you're welcome to try." The person snarled and stood up, the others getting up.

"You'll regret this Bakugou," they stated.

"So will you." They stormed out of the house, and Mitsuki ran to hug Bakugou.

"You okay," she asked.

"Yeah, I'm just peachy," he spay out.

"We're gonna make sure they don't get away with this. How dare they threaten a child?! How dare they threaten my child? I want to make them regret every aspect of their lives," Mitsuki spat out. Bakugou gave his mother a feral smile.

"Of course, we'll give them hell. We're the Bakugous after all." Mitsuki’s grin resembled that of her son's afterhisstatement. .

"We'll make them regret it," Mitsuki spat out.

And regret it they did. Bakugou sent the recording to as many news stations as he possibly could. The news spread like wildfire. Protests sparked all over Japan, calling for the dissolution of the commission. By the end of the day, numerous high ranking officials had resigned, hitting about 16. By the end of the week, that number hit 80, including all of the chief officers. Pride filled his chest seeing these numbers. Bakugou knew this was only the start.

For months the commission's leadership was constantly changing, and after 6 months, the commission was fully disbanded, the hero rankings not mattering as much, simply devolving into a popularity contest. There were so many things to be said about that, but no really cared, the rankings turned into beauty pagent. UA's leadership also took a huge turn as well, hiring a team dedicated to student safety, hiring teachers and high ranking officers to make sure students are safe and protected. Countless amounts of funding that was liquidated from the now defunct commission was sent to UA for the upgrading and repairing of their security system.

Not before long, the school year started again, and Bakugou sat in the wings of a stage in front of UA. The class of 3-A stood around him. He was due to give a speech shortly, but opted to write a journal entry.

Hey Denks,

God this has all been a lot. We're in our 3rd year, and there's little changes in so many aspects of our lives. The school put a bunch of charging stations around the campus and called them "Chargebolt stations". Corny, I know. But it's hysterical, and you would have loved to see it.

UA looks super pretty now. They spent I don’t even know how much on renovations. The new administration said "no one has to die again" and meant it, and that's a relief. The new administration genuinely cares about student safety and well-being. They hired a bunch of therapists too, so that they could help students adjust to the massive changes that happened.

For me, I'm still the same Bakugou. I really do think you and Akio would get along well. He seems to like bothering me the same way you did, late at night. But I can sleep at night comfortably because of him.

Your parents constantly drop by my place to check on me. Our parents are now really good friends with each other, going out almost bi-daily. It's fucking weird, not gonna lie, but its also nice. It feels like a part of you is here with me also complaining about it.

Right now, I'm waiting to give a speech at the grand reopening of UA. I told you I did all those press tours, and people are saying that the renovations are because of me, so they tagged me to give the opening remarks. But to be honest, it's not fully my work. Kirishima, Mina, Sero, and Shinsou also helped me out greatly. But the biggest factor is you. I know you're cheering for me and that's what keeps me going. I imagine you're giving me an encouraging speech when I want to give up, and giving me that kind words that I needed. You're truly amazing Denks.

Bakugou closed his journal and moved to when the exit, hyping himself up for the speech. Akio is beside him, also excited, although it more because he got a new leash. His name is called, and he walks up the podium..

"Thank you for showing up. It took so much to get to this point, but I'm glad we're here. UA is safer, and we can make sure that Denki's death serves as a lesson in student safety. I pushed for this change, but if it wasn’t for the amazing people I get to call my friends,I wouldn't have gotten as far as I did. Their words of encouragement did more for me than they could ever know. It's a lot for us to have gone through, but for all of us involved, we have nowhere to go but up," he spoke into the podium. It's so weird when he has to sound well spoken, and not aggressive because people wouldn't want to listen to him and his message if he spoke and behave like he normally did. He felt a couple hands snake around him, and he turned to see Denki's parents behind him, holding him tightly. His own parents joined in the hug, and it quickly devolved into a cuddle puddle with Mina and the others also joining the group hug. It almost felt suffocating, but he didn't mind at all, focused on the feeling of his friends and family all together. The bright sun shone down on him, and in its warmth, he felt like Denki was hugging him, comforting him, and for the first time in a long time, Bakugou finally felt like everything would be alright.

#mha angst #bnha angst #denki angst #bakugo angst #bakugou angst #my hero academia angst #boku no hero academia angst #my hero angst #boku no hero angst #denki kaminari angst #bakugo katsuki angst #bakugou katsuki angst #kaminari denki angst #katsuki bakugo angst #katsuki bakugou angst

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*jazz hands*

wrote this out of my system and then realized this could totally be a kind of entry in katsuki's journal/diary.

CW: mentions of depression, self-harming, self-loathing/self-hate

I can't help but try to swallow down my tears, bite my lip to muffle the sobs, bury my emotions deep down inside me. Out of sight and out of mind until they become too much and it becomes too much and when there's too much it cracks and seeps out and bursts and then I'm curled up in a pitch black room, sobbing away into a pillow in an attempt to muffle my voice because crying is bad, bad, bad. It means that I'm vulnerable and being vulnerable means I'm weak and being weak means I'm useless and if I'm useless then I need to hurt. I deserve it. I deserve the hurt and pain and tears because my strength isn't enough, my effort isn't enough, I'M not enough, I've never been enough, I never will be enough. I'm not worthy of getting praise and validation and care and love. I'm not worthy because I'm not enough. Useless things don't deserve love and care and attention. Useless things aren't gently held and kissed and cherished. Useless things get thrown away, forgotten and never missed. I want to watch myself bleed and burn and break because if I can see the hurt on my skin then maybe it'll teach me to not be useless anymore. I don't want to be useless. I want to be seen and heard and acknowledged and praise and loved. I want to feel like I'm significant, that I matter. I want to be worthy of praise and validation and care and attention and love. I want to be enough.

#vent piece #writing #vent writing #sad writing #katsuki bakugo angst #bakugo katsuki angst #bakugo #katsuki #kacchan #mha angst #bnha angst #mha bakugo #mha katsuki #bnha bakugo #bnha katsuki #katsuki angst #bakugo angst #mha writing #bnha writing #mizismiz

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imagine katsuki after a long tiring day of school and practice, comes to your dorm room plops face down on your bed while you’re in the shower.

He grumbles your name loudly enough so you can hear, “Dum'ass comw owt alretdy.” his voice slightly muffled because he is still laying face down.

As soon as you come out of the shower, you look at the disheveled figure of your boyfriend, who just wants cuddles and is all whiny and needy for affection. your affection.

“hello suki, how was your day?” you softly ask laying down beside him. Katsuki raises his head just enough so he could re-position his head from the bed to you chest his favourite pillow

“missed you dumbass.” he mumbles his face burried in your chest as he presses a soft kiss to the valley of your breasts.

you hum slightly while your fingers start to softly massage his scalp and playing with his blond hair.

katsuki hums in appreciation, drifting into slumber.

This was all he need after a long day, to lay with his favourite girl while she cherishes him and showers him with love.

and katsuki knew he was utterly deeply in love with you and only you.

THNX 4 READING <3 RBS + COMMENTS APPRECIATED ໒꒰ྀི ⁰́꒳⁰̀ ꒱ྀི১

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Bakugo Katsuki x gn!Reader

Warnings: insults, angst, death

Word Count: 100

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"Just die!" Katsuki had yelled in an agitated voice. You just couldn't take arguing with him anymore. Sick of his bickering, you had left the dorms without saying a word, head hung low.

The villain attack had happened suddenly.

Once this was over, he had told himself, he'd apologize to you for those harsh, undeserved words. Little did he know that he would never get the chance.

"Don't you dare dying on me, you extra!" Katsuki shouted, tears threatening to spill as he cradled your lifeless body in his arms. "Please, just... open your eyes! I really didn't mean it..."

#mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha angst #bnha angst #kacchan x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #kacchan angst #bakugo katsuki angst #kacchan x reader angst #bakugo katsuki x reader angst

[projecting-onto-bakugo]

You know the audio which goes " you're so fucking boring , listen I'm gonna tell you the truth cause no one else will , anyone who says they're interested in you beyond just fucking you? Is full of shit" idk where it is from but this one particular audio and kiribaku.

Kribaku have been dating for a month now, and katsuki is the happiest he's ever been , he didn't think someone so good and manly like kirishima could love him! He had a crush on his best friend ( friend!) For so long. He's just so happy , life at ua is good . He finally has real friends ! And a boyfriend! He finally is not a waste of space

All of this illusion shatters when he sees kirishima making out with kaminari on the common room couch. He is frozen , he can't help but watch them kiss , exchange sweet nothings that katsuki thought was only meant for him. But most of all he is confused. Why ? Why would someone like kirishima do this to him ? Did he force kirishima? Was his mom right? After all no-one could love a monster like him.

" oh come on bakugo did you really think that we were dating? Don't tell me you thought we were serious"

"but you told me-"

" oh man don't tell me you believed it? It was a joke! A prank . No offense but I don't think anyone would be able to tolerate you let alone be in a relationship , yeah you're hot but that's about it . You were a good fuck tho"

Katsuki can't think, his head is spinning. All the sweet words , the promises everything . Of course only he was such a fool to believe someone could be genuinely interested in him beyond his aggressive behaviour and looks

He runs.

TBC ;)

#kirishima eijirou #kris prompts #krisangst #i came to hurt yall #get your food #kiribaku #bakukiri #kamikiri #kirikami #i love Baku dont get me wrong #i just like hurting him #woke up and chose violence #bnha angst #bakugo katsuki angst #bakugo x kirishima