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earthtooz · 1 year

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·˚ ༘ MIKAGE REO BF HEADCANONS

warnings: fluff with angst + argument scene, mostly fluff tho but reo grovels bcthat'sjusthowilikehim, swearing, cw for food and alcohol, making out, hickies, sfw tho :p, 4k+ word count, gn!reader and pro soccer player!reo

a/n: I AM SOOOOOO NORMAL ABOUT HIM GUYS I PROMISE HAHAHA WATCH ME. WATCH ME *proceeds to write 4k+ words of what it'd be like dating this man*. enjoy <3

💳💥💳💥 100/10 BOYFRIEND 💳💥💳💥 ARGUE WITH THE WALL.

sorry i just really love him (a lot).

anyways ! personally, i’ve always perceived a friends to lovers sort of situation with reo- friends. as in, he’s liked you from the get-go and was never shy about vocalising it. he often asked you out on dates and you’d kindly reject his offers.

despite your countless rejections, it never deterred him. lucky for reo that you didn’t seem to mind much, happy to spend time and be around him despite his blatant showcases of affection for you.

reo was fuelled even more when you constantly turned him down, loving the ‘push-and-pull’ relationship surrounding you. his whole attitude surrounding fighting for things he wasn’t handed to at birth hasn’t exactly dwindled with time, proving apparent even now as a pro-soccer player.

this meant that he loved how stubborn you were, declining his invites no matter how tempting the offer might have been. could have been a free meal- his treat, at a michelin star restaurant and you turned it down without hesitation.

to reo this only made you more worthwhile to chase because ever since he could remember, he's had the frustration of only being appealing to people because of his wealth. he got use to it after a while, coming to terms that his name would just be synonymous to money, but to have someone break this mould felt liberating.

selfishly enough, he wanted to be by your side forever.

(you were in love with him too but thought he was way out of your league) so yeah. ‘friends’.

when you finally accepted a date after so long, reo was ecstatic. couldn’t hide how enthused he was when he finally heard the word ‘yes’ slip through your mouth. literally picked you up and spun you around, stuck in his little world of delirium and happiness for a few moments as you laughed with him, admiring his expression of pure elation whilst trapped in his arms.

he was raised with proper gentlemanly etiquette so definitely a few dates before anything big happened with him.

reo is absolutely the kind of boyfriend to memorise milestones. i kid you not, he has the date you finally agreed to go out with him memorised. it’s on his phone’s calender- he will always gift you flowers on this day that serve as a little reminder. when you ask him what’s the occasion he’ll shrug and act all nonchalant. maybe he’ll come clean about it one day, but for now, reo will savour how happy you are every time you receive a beautiful bouquet from him.

he’s the definition of down bad and he’s not at all ashamed to let you know. you had his heart in a chokehold before you even started dating can you imagine him now… like yo… what spell did you put on him.

must be the water he drinks because not even you know how reo got to the point he is at now.

bf that opens door for you, bf that understands the sidewalk rule and won’t have it any other way, bf that carries things you might need around - chapstick, hairtie, reo even has a change of shoes for you in his car just in case. and clothes!

bf that looks at you as if you put all the stars in the sky. bf who wakes up a little earlier just so he gets the chance to hold you, especially with how busy reo is. bf who admires you openly and freely.

‘don’t go where i can’t follow’ bf (he’s so dramatic).

reo is a mix between clingy and independent - he’s always open to spend time with you, but if it’s space you want, he’s more than ready to give it to you.

has no problems entertaining himself and not worrying about whatever you might be doing. he's not controlling and in fact, loves a partner who is independent too!

100% a gentleman so expect a lot of gifts from him. never lets you pay- not that you’re complaining, but if you even think about fishing out your wallet, he’s grabbing both your wrists in one hand and tapping his card on the machine instead.

it’s a slow relationship, you’re both just trying to take your time to learn more about the other before things begin speeding up, and even though reo has been wanting you- wanting this for the longest time, he’s content with the pace. so long as he has you.

the photos of you two are INCREDIBLE. mirror selfies are a must, but you’re definitely the kind of relationship that’s more on the private side. reo makes sure that your face is hidden save for side-profiles, silhouettes, or ¾ angles, but it’s just for media peace of mind that he was taken.

that said, if you’re going to an event together, he absolutely loves showing you off. your ultimate hype man.

also loves bringing you up whenever he can. ‘how’s practice?’ ‘oh amazing, i love going home to y/n.’, ‘what’s your favourite cheat day meal?’ ‘one of y/n’s childhood favourite dishes, i have like five plates in one sitting’, ‘where’d you get this from? it’s nice’ ‘y/n saw it in a magazine’.

asks you to move in with him five months into the relationship when you both realise you’re over way too often. when there are too many trinkets of yours left around his penthouse that his heart aches at your absence, yearning for your presence through little things that are attached to you.

reo gets so ecstatic when you accept, practically scoops you into his arms, unable to contain his excitement and glee.

ABSOLUTELY the couple that’s like ‘your secret is safe with me… and my partner!’

gossip sessions are a weekly occurrence. every saturday you sit down and begin revealing everything. doesn’t matter if you have a party to attend to, you will be gossiping at the party or leaving early to have it at home. you could literally be having a shower and reo would join, seated atop the toilet seat whilst rambling and you’d listen intently.

nothing comes in between your gossip sessions!!! don't even think about interrupting. nagi is more than welcome to join, he knows quite a bit of tea himself so ;) the more the merrier in his case.

chigiri, bachira, and isagi are also all-time favourites. ALL THREE of them are nosy ass fuckers and cannot keep their mouths shut.

it’s like the second you walk into his apartment, he’s giving you a kiss in greeting before sitting you down on the couch, hands and legs pressed together and he begins with ‘i have more to tell you about otoya and his fling’.

and you immediately throw your stuff away and lean into his couch, ready to listen.

speaking of parties, you would absolutely be that couple. the ones who always look flawless and will never be caught lacking !!!!!!!

he’s so proud to be able to walk by your side; that he’s the one who gets to hold you and show you off. so proud in fact, that he never likes to stray too far from you.

could be doing shots with bachira and stumbles around to find you when he’s done. you have the time of your life filming him in this drunken state.

definitely had the ‘only my partner is allowed to touch me’ conversation with him once.

reo is the definition of all five love languages, there is not one of them that he does not like - words of affirmation? absolutely. a must. . physical touch? he’s not ashamed to be needy. gift giving? who do you think he is? acts of service? loves doing things for you and vice versa. quality time? can never get enough of it.

so yeah. sticking to his ‘thing’ about being a chameleon, he’s very adaptable and willing to listen to your needs.

(i’m going to throttle him he is so perfect)

also reo just really really adores taking care of you- those he loves in general too, but especially you because you’re at the top of his list of favourite people (suck it, nagi)

takes care of you and loves doing so too. whenever you’re sick, he’s at your beck and call 24/7. if he has a meeting or practice to attend, you have to literally force him out of the apartment, threatening him to go but as soon as he returns, he’s back at your side, probably came back with a bunch of things for you as well.

if you take care of him though? goodness he’s ready to pop the question even though you’ve never even discussed marriage.

suddenly cough medicine is a lot easier to drink if you’re the one offering it to him, and the soup you made him must have super healing properties because he thinks he can jump up and run a few hundred laps (goodness reo, please, sit your ass back down and rest).

OKAY HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE: reo never learnt how to drive because he’s always had a chauffeur, but since dating you, he’s had to get a licence lMFAOOOO let you pick out his car too xoxo such a considerate boyfriend 😣

he suggested as a joke to get a personalised number plate and even though he was clearly goofing around to make you laugh, you couldn’t help but sense there was some sort of truth in his statement… just a slither.

also reo’s definitely the slow-dance in the living room kind of guy like… not a lot can change my mind on this.

you could literally be putting away the dishes and he’d drag you by the wrist into the living room- he bought a vinyl player just so he could turn on some romantic songs and slow dance with the love of his life.

he’s not a good dancer btw.

HE LOVES SHOPPING WITH YOU. 1000/10 BOYFRIEND TO GO SHOPPING WITH, doesn’t mind being your personal coathanger when browsing and also doesn’t mind carrying any bags you may have.

it’s cause reo loves shopping too. loves it even more if you think about him whilst shopping. you could go buy some home appliances and if you returned with the silliest hat with bunny ears and he’d wear it for the next few hours.

return with (expensive) necklaces of each other’s initials and reo is never taking his off, proud to wear the letter of your name around his neck at all times.

takes it off during practice though because if he broke it then goodness is he going to go emo.

no date with him is a boring date! partly because he’s a considerate and thoughtful person who plans everything out, but also because reo’s company is a fun one to have. every moment with him is fun (except when he’s checking his stocks. you’re kinda left to just wait for him to finish).

(that’s also an ick- that he checks his stocks on dates but whatever 😒he still gives you attention though so it’s fine)

adores going out and staying in! prefers going out though just so he can show you off but also hates going out because he loves to see you dressed up only for him. he’s a perfect paradox.

speaking of staying in, off days with reo are very domestic. you both promise to use this as a work-free day, reo can’t check his business statistics or stock patterns and you’re not allowed to answer any calls or emails. he is allowed to workout though and you have quite a bit of fun blatantly admiring him. you're too comfortable with each other at this stage to get embarrassed.

but other than that, the day is just spent lounging around and doing nothing- a nice reset from how hectic both your lives are.

“there are still some chocolate chips left. wanna snack?” you ask once you put a tray of cookies in the oven, going over to see how many pieces were remaining in the bag.

reo hums, wrapping his arms around your figure, his sturdy chest meeting your back as he plays with the fabric of your shirt. “sure. might as well finish them.”

“bet you can’t catch 10 in a row with your mouth.”

“okay. bet.”

he ends up catching 12 successfully and the rest of the waiting time is spent with you throwing chips into his mouth. there’s a heap of chocolate on the floor but neither of you really mind when the home is warmed with laughter and giggles.

when you wait for the cookies to cool, you somehow end up on the counter with reo in between your legs, holding you closely to him whilst making out to pass the time. the cookies are cold when you get to them.

reo’s jealous. like very jealous. and a little (lot) possessive - do you see the way he is with nagi… c’mon.

but it comes from a place of good intentions, he's genuinely just in disbelief that he managed to bag someone like you (as if he's not a one in a million too)

he’s very into hickies ;> doesn’t matter if it’s on you or on him, it feeds into his possessiveness all the same. ok next headcanon.

reo’s got a little bit of an ego to him (he’s a leo. ofc he does) so he secretly loves it when people fawn over him, but not just exclusively you.

which has been the cause for quite a bit of arguments between you where you were uncomfortable because of the way someone was treating reo and he’d dismiss your concerns, stubbornly rooted in the belief that you knew that you were different. definitely thinks that his love and adoration for you makes it obvious that you’ll always be superior to anyone else. which, you are, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt when you don’t see him brush off anyone.

genuinely doesn’t see the issue with this, even when the media is being invasive and speculating too much.

it’s loud.

it’s so very loud, tormenting you as the hurricane of your thoughts can’t seem to quiet down, rattling even stronger as you keep scrolling through the ‘#reo mikage’ tag that was currently trending. each time you see the pictures, your chest constricts even more.

unbelievable how a bunch of pixels could have this much of an effect over you. how your phone mockingly presents several photos of reo and one of japan’s golden models spending time together at multiple events, the headlines only worsening rising assumptions. she’s all over him in each photo, whether it be decked out in formal gear at a promotional event, after a dior runway where reo was invited backstage by the creative director, or- most recently, at a brunch he was invited to by blue lock friends, she seems to love invading his personal space.

the worst part is that he doesn’t seem bothered at all by it.

you know reo and you know how much he valued your presence in his life. you know that before each event, he asked you how his outfit looked and if you approved. before each event, he threw a mini-tantrum over you're inability to accompany him to each one. that he only stopped whining when you promised that you’d be waiting for him after each one.

but you don't know the feeling of betrayal that settles in your gut and it terrifies you.

“y/n?” comes a voice from down the hallway, one that causes your breath to hitch in your throat, all words lodging themselves in your windpipe. reo’s head appears from behind the bedroom door frame and he smiles widely upon seeing you, immediately walking over so he could lean down and place a kiss on your forehead.

it doesn’t do much to stop the tornado in your brain.

“are we going to watch the latest episode or what?” asks the purple-haired, whose doe eyes are looking at you so innocently- so lovingly.

“we are,” you whisper, voice slightly broken and ragged, turmoil settling itself crystal clear in the heavy air of your shared bedroom.

reo notices your pained tone and immediately looks at you with concern gleaming in his eyes. “what’s wrong?”

so innocent. so ignorant. you wonder if it was appropriate to shatter his purity. but a relationship rooted in honesty will have more positives than negatives and even if it seems like being open with him will be detrimental, you should fix the cracks now before it worsens; splits apart too much to the point of it being unfixable.

“pictures of you and a model are circulating online,” you mutter, scouring through what’s left of your sanity to express what you’re feeling, but you can tell you’re already failing through the perplexed scrunch of his eyebrows. “and y’know, it just got me-”

“-why are you looking at them?”

you flinch at his defensiveness. “wh-what?”

“you know that they’re just some pictures, don’t you? it’s not that big of a deal.”

something’s telling you that this conversation won’t progress how you want it to so you give up, dropping your shoulders in defeat. “okay, sure.”

he’s not happy with your response. “what? what did i do?”

“it just feels so… horrible looking at these,” you mutter, dragging a hand over your face. “whatever. let’s just go watch the episode or something.”

“let’s not. are you seriously pissed right now? over some photos of me and someone else? i didn’t think you’d be this insecure.”

“i’m not insecure!”

“yes you are! you’re getting angry and upset over me being seen with someone else as if you know they’re nothing more than just a friend! am i not allowed to hangout and be seen with whoever i want?”

“it’s not a matter of being seen with them, reo! it’s about how okay you seem being that close with someone! she’s practically all up in your personal space and you’re okay with it!”

“why wouldn’t i be okay with it? you’re the only person i actually care about for it to mean something.”

“that’s not how it works!” you exclaim abruptly, curling your hands into fists. “it’s so disrespectful seeing this, it’s clear that she has no respect for our relationship and our status as a couple, can’t you see?”

“why should we care what she thinks? everyone else knows. ‘s all that matters.”

“sure, but she’s actively trying to pursue you! and you’re not doing anything to solidify any boundaries against it! do you know how demeaning that feels? especially against someone who is so well-known by your fans too.”

reo narrows his eyes. “so this is a conversation about insecurity-”

“you’re not listening to me!” you cut him off, trying to maintain your composure despite the way anger and frustration brewed freely in your stomach, threatening to spill over. “i’m not insecure! i’m upset because you’re not valuing our relationship publicly, and as a result, it’s stirring up so many unsolicited assumptions online!”

“you shouldn’t care about them because i only have eyes for you, fuck what the internet is saying.”

“no- that’s,” you ball your fists even tighter, “that’s not the solution to this problem!”

“then maybe you should just get over it!”

“is asking you to be a little more assertive about brushing off people like this too much?”

“it’s natural, y/n! these people just want me for my fame and reputation! there’s no point brushing them off when they’ll just continue this shit,” there’s a hint of insincerity in his tone, and from the way he’s evading your request makes your stomach churn.

rubbing your temples, you decide to surrender. “fine. if you just want people to fawn over you then they can. just, leave me out of the picture.”

swiftly standing up from where you were seated on the bed, you’re even faster brushing past the purple-haired, shutting the door behind you with a noncommittal slam.

realisation pours over him like cold water and he’s awoken into action. immediately, he turns to rip open the door and rushes into the hallway, panicked as fear strikes him like a lightning bolt. it’s like the rational side of him had finally woken up after a night of dormancy and he curses himself for its horrible timing as he prays he can make it to stop you in time.

reo feels stupid. so, so stupid.

you’re in the living room already when he catches up, phone in hand as you quickly try to make a beeline for your shoes before your boyfriend can stop you.

unfortunately for you, you’re too ambitious, and reo manages to step in front of you, hindering your exit. the anxiety he’s feeling is expressed clearly in his eyes and devastation is plastered all over his face, a sight that makes you stop in your tracks.

“where are you going?” he whimpers, no louder than a whisper.

you glance down at your phone to see the time. 10:41. “away. i need to cool my head.”

“you can do that here, can’t you?” he’s trying to sound sensible, really, he is, but the fear of losing you is too strong that his voice cracks. “i’m sorry, i’m really sorry, i was being stupid and i wasn’t listening to you, i realise that now-”

“-it’s too late for that,” you grumble, trying to sneak past him only to be stopped by a hand on your shoulder, one that you brush off. “don’t touch me!”

only a few, simple words yet they hurt reo like spears to his heart. his palms itch with the need to hold you because being able to feel you would remind him that you’re here, that you haven’t left just yet. that reo still has a chance to fix the mess he just created.

“i’m sorry, i’m really sorry, you're right.”

you probably don’t want to hear it, but he grovels nonetheless, contracting his fingers to stop them from reaching out to you. he doesn’t want to make you feel even more disrespected than he already has tonight, especially when you so clearly stated that you didn’t want to be touched.

“don’t go,” the purple-haired pleads weakly. “we can figure this out.”

“so now you want to talk about it?” you ask, all ounce of pettiness you had left melting into your tone. you to cross your arms. “i’m tired reo, and i need some time.”

“i’ll give you time, space, whatever you need, just please don’t leave.”

the penthouse is so quite and devoid of its usual vibrancy, the one that your relationship brings to the home.

reo doesn't want to think about what the place would be like if you leave. he doesn't want to think about what his life would be like if you leave, so he repeats 'please' over and over again, scrambled with some apologies here and there as he leans closer to you.

the urge to be as close as you'll allow him is irresistible.

the breath you exhale is shaky and you can’t look him in the eye as you think about what to do next, gnawing your lip in contemplation. what captures your attention is the feeling of his fingers ghosting over your hands, causing you to glance back at him with a surprised expression.

traces of love frame his expression and he’s looking at you like he’s savouring this moment, as if it'll be his last few with you, but he can only plead and pray that that's not the case. desperately, he succumbs to the force of his affection for you with the light thud of bone meeting floor. it’s a sound that makes you cringe briefly before reo experimentally takes your hands in his, waiting for a reaction.

there is none.

so he holds on to you like a lifeline and your resolve crumbles, fury and irritation melting away a lot quicker than you would have liked it to. it’s ridiculous what reo’s capable of.

“stay,” pleads the purple-haired, resting his forehead in your hands as he tightens his grip. “please.”

in front of you is a man on his knees. not just any man, but a world-class soccer player who came from 24k gold, real diamonds, and an unfathomable amount of trust funds. yet, something's telling you that he's willing to give it all up for you.

“reo,” your call of his name is broken and entirely wobbly, but he looks up at you nonetheless, eye shining as he waits for your next move. waits for either a strike of the palm or an affectionate kiss, both of which he’d readily accept.

neither happen as you sink down to be eye-level with him, hoping to help him stand up but like a tidal wave, he consumes you, wrapping an arm around your waist with a strength that indicated he had no intention of letting up. “reo,” you delicately repeat, holding yours and his weight up with one hand whilst the other goes to play with his hair. “i’ll stay.”

the sigh of relief that he releases causes his whole body to shudder. “thank you,” he whispers.

you’ll talk about your problems soon, but for now? you'll continue holding him as he silently weeps, hands clutching your sides like you'll disappear and slip away from his grasp.

yeah. i think reo would be the type of person to get too overwhelmed by his own emotions and ego that he doesn’t consider the other party's feelings, but the moment that he realises he’s fucked up, it hits him like a truck.

has abandonment issues (from nagi) that he never addressed and as a result, has a huge fear of losing you.

that said, this argument ^ happened within the early stages of moving in together so this was probably the first big argument that really established how important communication is. sure reo may be confident and assured, but he’s self-aware and more than willing to change and constantly better himself, especially if it’s for you.

back to your regularly scheduled hc, reo doesn’t spend a lot of time on his phone, so he’s not very active on social media. he’s too busy attending to his stocks, reading business books, and spending time with you to care about the internet, so a lot of drama that circulates around online doesn’t reach him until two weeks later.

not that he cares LOL.

speaking of social media, here's what his private account looks like!

yourlocalfinancebroreo close up that the love of my life took

yn: smash ╰┈➤ epicgamerseishiroooh pls no horniness on the priv ╰┈➤ yourlocalfinancebroreo hmu cutie xx ╰┈➤ epicgamerseishiroooh guys pls ╰┈➤ yn nagi what the 😭😭

OH AND he’s so interested in all of your interests. listens intently and rambles passionately, he truly is just perfect :(

anyways, encourages anything you want to do and is often the one who helps you make the terrifying jump. reo supports you so much in your day-to-day and whatever achievements you accomplish, no matter how big or small, he wants to hear about it from you.

never shy away from being honest with him!!!!

also because the support you show him makes him so happy every time. whether it’s showing up to a soccer match and cheering him on to dropping off some tea and a platter of fruit when he’s stuck in front of his monitor for too long looking at big numbers, he wants to reciprocate this energy and make sure you know just how special you make him feel.

the whole world could be praising him yet none of it could compare to when you do it.

y/n and me vs the world forever type of beat when it comes to you two.

yeah. i think that’s all i have for now. so, to sum it up: PERFECT, INCREDIBLE, AMAZING, ALL YOU COULD EVER ASK FOR boyfriend. give it up for mikage reo everyone <3

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bkglove · 1 year

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I didn't realize how funny of a choice this wip was to work on for Bakugou's birthday until partway through editing lol read it on ao3

no real warnings - some underage smoking weed technically but you can totally imagine their in college instead (it's Bakugou's first time and he gets a lil anxious) everything else is just fluff and bakusquad shenanigans

happy birthday to the gremlin 🥳

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“Hurry up idiots! Almost curfew!” Bakugou yelled loud enough all his dumbass friends (and you) could hear him in the small mini-market, uncaring of the cashier's tired and annoyed gaze.

He wished he could say it was a mystery how he always got roped into the group's stupid-as-shit antics. Especially when he’d rather be sleeping or on occasion, watching a movie (and cuddling) with you. But that was the fucking answer, wasn’t it? Your damn nagging and stupid face.

“You know what we’re getting the snacks for would get us in way more trouble than being a little late for curfew, right dude?” Kaminari unhelpfully pointed out, reminding Bakugou of the reason for this particular late-night snack run.

“More reason to hurry it the fuck up, Dunce Face,” Bakugou replied, crossing his arms and glaring at the other blonde as he went back to taking forever to decide between the same flavor of chips from different brands.

It was time for another “Super Manly OK Enigmatic Studying Event SHhhh" as it had been dubbed by the group, a very terrible code for a smoke sesh, in his opinion. (Even if it did take him a bit to figure out what it all stood for - it wasn’t his fault the idiots hadn't made a correct acronym!)

Basically, at the end of any particularly stressful as-hell week, his idiotic friends got stupid fucking high and, because you were his girlfriend - and definitely not because he cared about any of the idiots getting in trouble, Bakugou always sat around and babysat. You’d all assured him he didn’t need to do that, he could join or even go to bed, but that's where the important emphasis of idiots came in, and he stuck around.

“Okay, I got the really spicy chips you like and the little Twinkie cake things you pretend not to like. Anything else?” You stepped in front of him, arms arguably too filled with snacks but any leftovers would be used for group study sessions the rest of the week, so it was standard for everyone to go overboard.

“That’s gotta be fine. I don’t fuckin' know.” He muttered, darting his eyes around as he admitted the last part.

This time was different than the others. This time Bakugou was actually joining in; and he was definitely not at all nervous or scared about that - outside of not wanting to get in trouble and ruin his record, but that was normal. He was definitely not scared of getting high.

You stepped forward and tapped your forehead against his chest, arms too full to poke him, before looking back up at him. “You know you don’t have to, right?”

Bakugou frowned. “I said I wanted to fuckin’ try. I’m gonna fuckin’ try.”

“Okay.” You gave him a smile and then looked around, lowering your voice, “Remember, if you get anxious or just don’t like it, triple tap me or let me know somehow, and we can go sleep it off in my room.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Imma be fine.” He tried to act nonchalant, but he did appreciate it; and the secrecy. I made him more comfortable about the whole prospect.

“y/n, hurry up, we’re checking out, or I’m not paying for your stuff!” Racoon Eyes called from the cash register (the cashier looking defeated) it was her turn to pay for all the shit.

“Coming!” You gave him one more tap with your head before hurrying off. He stayed by the door, arms crossed, waiting for you all to finish up.

When finally the ding of the door closing behind you sounded, and everyone was headed back to the dorms, Backugou felt some of his nerves begin to ease. No one would be getting in trouble for missing curfew tonight at the very least.

With your hands-free, Shitty Hair and Dunce Face on bag-carrying duty, you slipped your hand into his, not giving him a choice in the matter. He preferred it that way, Bakugou wanted you close, and this way, he got to look like less of the sap he was for you while getting just that.

“I hope they don’t try to race tonight. My legs are killing me from training,” you groaned quietly to prevent the “r” word from reaching anyone else's ears.

“From training, huh?” He smirked, dipping his head a little lower to all but whisper the words and get you flustered.

It worked.

“Katsuki!” you exclaimed and hip-checked him, not hard enough to make him misstep even slightly, adorable pout on your lips.

“That all you got, baby?” he chuckled, cocking a brow.

You narrowed your eyes at him squeezing his hand tighter. “You better not K-”

But before you could finish, he pulled his hand from yours and called back to the rest of the group, “Gonna beat you slow fuckers to the dorms!'' Then he blasted off, your shout of “asshole” and the cries of his other friends failing to catch up making him snicker.

The wind in his face and the calming sound of his own explosions helped ease the rest of his not nerves as he waited a good few minutes for everyone else to catch up. Shitty Hair and Dunce Face the last ones to come huffing and puffing because of having to make sure the snacks made it, and their quirks being no help for speed.

The night was going to be chill, maybe even fun, not that he’d ever admit that thought. He was excited, not nervous about trying something new.

“Completely unfair, man!” Kirishima cried when he finally made it to the gate, hugging two bags of food tightly, Kaminari still a little behind.

“Gotta get fuckin’ faster.”

“I’m so gonna get you back for that later.” You poked his chest with another pout that had him smirking.

“Uh-huh.”

You rolled your eyes but stepped in tandem with him back up to Kaminari’s room.

“Kirishima’s turn to pick a movie, right?” Jirou asked after everyone settled in.

“Yeah!” The redhead fist pumped, big stupid grin on his face.

“Ugh,” Mina groaned, “you always pick the same dumb fighting movies.”

He frowned, opening his mouth and then closing it when no defense came to mind. She wasn’t wrong after all.

“And you always pick the same cheesy romances,” you filled in for Kirishima.

“But those are adorable!” Racoon eyes exclaimed.

Everyone gave her unconvinced looks and a few “not really” hand gestures with some hemming and hawing sounds.

She got the hint. “Fine.” She crossed her arms in defeat.

With that settled, Kirishima went back to excitedly looking for a movie.

“You’re actually joining this time, dude?” Sero asked, eyebrow raised as he started rolling.

“Yeah, what about it?” Bakugou got defensive.

Tape Arms shrugged. “Just surprised, you’re normally a grampa.”

“Yeah, what did y/n do to convince you?” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows, wincing when Jirou jabbed him with her jacks and shook her head.

“Nothing. I just wanted to try. Fuck off.”

“You sure you wanna know what we get up to?” you teased with a raise of your brow.

Kaminari frowned. “That feels like a trick question.”

You just shrugged with a sneaky smile and leaned back against Bakugou, whose frown had not changed.

Kaminari shuddered, and the others laughed.

And really you hadn’t done anything. At least not in the way Kaminari was suggesting. You’d been using it a little to help you sleep and had explained how it helped calm you down, he’d gotten curious from your descriptions, simple as that. It was important to try different things and if this ended up being beneficial, like the thousands of sites he had done research on before tonight insisted, then even better.

“Is Momo coming?” Sero looked to Jirou, one finished joint in his hand.

She shook her head. “No, she doesn’t really like the smell and all the smoke, but she might join a little later for just the movie.”

He looked to Kaminari. “What about Shinso?”

He also shook his head no. “Outta town cat sitting.” Kaminari wiggled his eyebrows back at him. “And Roki?”

A light dusting of pink settled on Sero’s cheeks, the relationship new enough he still got flustered about it, his smile not budging even as he replied with a little bit of longing, “He’s with his family for the weekend. You know that, dude.”

“Yeah, but if you're gonna ask everyone else, I gotta ask you too.'' Kaminari lightly punched Sero’s arm. He just shook his head fondly before finally starting off the joint.

(Bakugou would be forever grateful none of the idiots he hung out with ended up dating Deku. Icy-Hot was one thing, the nerd would be too much.)

Bakugou scrutinized the way Tape Arms inhaled and didn't cough. He never cared to pay that much attention, and you had already explained how to do it, but he didn't want to look like an idiot when he tried, so he was doing his best to take mental notes.

Tape Face passed it to Raccoon Eyes, she grinned, took her two puffs with ease, and passed it to Jirou, who did cough a little, but he can’t tell the difference in their techniques. Then Jirou passed it to you, and then, fuck, you passed it to him with a little encouraging smile. He can tell the other idiots are watching him. It’s not that weird for him to be doing this. It’s not. People already thought of him as a delinquent, much to his chagrin, so this was nothing.

“You just gonna stare at it, dude?” Kaminari butt in.

Bakugou glared at him. “Fuck off.'' Then his eyes were back on the joint. He quickly brought it to his lips and; breathe in, breath in, breath out. Pause. Again. Just like everyone else before him, he made to pass it to the next person, but immediately his throat felt dry and scratchy. He tried to suppress the feeling, but he couldn't, and now he’s coughing like crazy. Fuck.

Tape Arms and Dunce Face are laughing at him, Kirishima is handing him a water bottle, and you’re rubbing his back.

“Totally normal to cough your first time,” you assured.

And that might be true, but even in this stupidity he didn't want to be normal, he wanted to be the best. He would have to try again.

“Coughing can make it hit harder, so be careful,” Sero warned, his teasing laughter subsided, Kirishima passing the joint he'd taken from Bakugou back to him after his too (easy) puffs.

“I’m fine.” Except the water wasn't helping, and he was still fighting coughs when it got passed around for his turn again, so he had to skip it and try again on everyone else’s third round.

You pick your head off his shoulder when it’s passed to you again. With an ease that he’s jealous of, you take your puffs and then hand the joint to him again, waiting before you put your head back against him.

It’s stupid to feel inferior from this. Especially because it is delinquent behavior. He shouldn't want to be good at this. But he does. So, when he takes it from you, he makes a big show of taking a long slow inhale, trying to get a lot, assuming that’s the goal, without making a goddamn fool of himself from coughing this time. He mostly manages it, two deep breaths and only little coughs that could be blamed on the earlier fit.

“Woah, dude, you’re a natural. Who'd a thunk the goodie-two-shoes could pick it up so fast,” Kaminari razzed, putting a hand to his chest in mock surprise.

Bakugou glared his way, but the comment meant he did it right and did it well.

By his third round, he’s definitely feeling it. His eyelids getting heavy, and he feels - slow. Everyone else is still talking, but he can’t quite follow along, voices almost muffled unless he really focuses. Your hand has traveled up to his hair, and damn did it always feel so good? Your fingers scratch at the back of his scalp, sending satisfying tingles through his body, making his brain feel pleasantly fuzzy. The little bit of clear thought and willpower Bakugou has left he uses to stop any sort of dopey grin from making its way across his face.

“-gonna start the movie.” He barely catches someone (Sero?) say before you’re suddenly pulling your hand away and moving to stand, leaving his side cold. Did it always feel so cold? He had to fight a small shiver.

Bakugou gathers the sense to shift around like everyone else, moving to his normal movie night seat, back against Kaminari’s bed, legs outstretched, waiting for you to sit in between them, your back against his chest.

His limbs feel heavy as he moves over; like he’s a little too aware of the fact that they're there. All his motions happening slower than he’d like, sluggish. But then you’re there, settling against him again, and the thoughts are forgotten with how warm and comfortable it feels to have you there. Something he’s always appreciated feels even better now.

Racoon Eyes hits the lights, and Dunce Face presses play.

“Sharknado, dude? Really?” Tape Arms groans as the movie starts.

Kirishima lets out an offended gasp, sitting up to defend his choice. “What’s wrong with Sharknado! It’s one of the best film series out there!”

Bakugou is just barely able to follow along, the conversation moving a bit fast for his brain to process. He wants to call Kirishima out for referring to it as a film, but they’ve already moved past that by the time he’s able to conjure the words.

“It has romance, action, adventure, comedy, explosions,” Kirishima insists, tapping his fingers as he ticks off things that would make everyone happy.

This feeling, Bakugou decides he doesn’t like. The inability to keep up. But he isn’t able to dwell on it because you start shushing everyone, “It’s starting!”

The dialogue is mostly lost on him, going in one ear and out the other, the same almost muffled effect persisting. Maybe it’s the quality of the movie, but the visuals look more interesting than he imagines they might have if he were in his right mind. While only half paying attention, Bakugou found himself mindlessly running his fingers across Kaminari’s shag carpet, and damn, it felt so soft. He’s never really taken notice of it before, but now, the texture was extremely pleasing.

That had him curious. If this felt so good, what else might? His hand found your thigh under the blanket you had thrown over the two of you, your pajama shorts leaving much to be exposed and explored that he, sadly, couldn’t feel through his sweatpants.

Your skin is soft in a different way from the carpet, even more pleasing to his calloused fingertips. He gives a little squeeze - you shuffle a little, and he lets his hand lay flat again as you turn your head to whisper in his ear.

“How are you doing?”

It took a goddamned few seconds for the cogs in his brain to turn so he could process what you asked after you pulled back to look at him, waiting for an answer. He blinks, gathers his thoughts, then leans in to whisper back to you, trying not to attract any attention from the idiots, “Fine.” Then, he pauses, trying to explain the sluggish feeling, and ask if it’s normal, “Tired?”

You nod, but that’s not an answer. “Remember, three taps or just haul me up, and we can go.”

You wait for his slow nod before you turn back around to watch the movie.

You didn’t say if it was normal.

Was he not supposed to feel this slow? This groggy? He felt vulnerable. Could everyone see? How weak he was right now? Shit. Could he even use his quirk like this? If he had to fight, could he? His nerves are spiking. He can't stop it. The screen is a blur. He can't focus on what’s happening at all. Should he tap you? He thought you had been over-exaggerating the possibility of it giving him anxiety like this.

You had to be feeling his heart beating against your back, right? Why weren’t you saying anything? He shifted a little trying to make a decision between just standing and dragging you out or tapping you first. Before he can make the choice you turn to look back at him. He can easily focus on your face, the little worried furrow in your brow, the small part in your lips that lets him feel your breath against his face.

Kirishima shouts something at the screen, he catches a few words but has no context for them, and Kaminari groans loud in response. The others laugh a little, you're still looking at him. Bakugou squeezes your thigh again and gives a short nod.

Yeah, he’d rather be in his right mind, but if anything happened, even if he wasn’t at his best, you got him. Even if he hated admitting it, the whole group could handle it - anything that might happen.

His anxiety calmed again, he settled more comfortably against Kaminari’s bed, hand tracing patterns against your skin. He still didn't like the slowness, but the heightened senses he was enjoying. That thought was only reinforced when you handed him the extra spicy chips you'd picked out with him in mind. Anyone who didn’t like these had to be a complete fucking idiot, it was like an explosion of flavour in his mouth, then you handed him a Twinkie, at first he only got a taste of the chemicals and almost wanted to spit it out but that was quickly replaced by the sweetness with a hint of lemon that made him like these damn things so much. He kind of wanted to taste them together but refused to become that type of smoker stereotype. He also wanted to taste his own cooking like this.

“Want anything else?” You leaned back and turned around a little again to ask.

An even better thought came to his slow brain. He wanted to taste you feeling like this. Bakugou nodded slowly, then realized what you'd asked, and though he was very curious, he could wait for if he decided to do this again; or when he had more of an understanding of it (or for later if he still felt like this when you all headed to bed), he shook his head.

You raised an eyebrow, holding back an amused smile. “Yes or no?”

“M’good baby.” He settled on, instead of trying to figure out which way to move his head again.

“I can tell.” You held back a laugh, “You're honestly enjoying this a lot more than I thought you would.” Your hand found his still mindlessly playing with the fat of your thigh.

He pouted, but before he could form a response one of the idiots yelled, “How’s the baby doing?”

It took a few seconds for Bakugou to realize they were talking about him, but between you biting back a smile and the feeling of all eyes on him, he figured it out and shot back as fast as he could, much grumblier than he intended, “m’fuckin fine, fuck off.”

“Even weed can’t make him chill,” Sparky sighed.

Bakugou raised a middle finger, his responses coming a little faster now, or maybe everyone else was at his speed now?

There’s an explosion from the tv and then a knock on the door. His heart rate spikes. Oh fuck. They're gonna get in trouble. He’s gonna get kicked out. All-Might is gonna hate him, Deku’s really gonna be number one.

You must sense his panic because you squeeze his hand and lean forward to release some pressure from his chest.

The door creaks open and fucking Ponytail pops her head in. She wrinkles her nose at the smell, but when Ears makes grabby hands toward her, she just lets a smile cross her lips and walks in, closing the door behind her.

She settles in, then leans forward off the bed, and taps Bakugou on the shoulder. Shit. The two of them are usually the only sober ones in the room, she’s gonna wanna talk, ask for a movie recap or something, and there's no fucking way he can do that.

You must sense him tense (heightened feelings? Or would you always have been able to feel that?) because you turn around and, quicker than he can figure out how, you give Ponytail a smile and say. “There's not really a lot to follow - there’s a shark storm, and we’re watching the heroes try to stop it without dying or losing more people”

She darts her eyes between the two of you but must figure it out, smiles with a small thanks, and leans back to cuddle with Ears again.

Kirishima must overhear because he starts defending the movie again.

Bakugou sees Mina on the floor painting her nails with much slower strokes than usual, Kaminari and Jirou have gotten into a poke war every few seconds poking the other without really looking away from the movie, Ponytail flicking her eyes from looking at Ears fondly and the screen, Sero’s put one ear bud in, tapping away at his phone (probably texting Icy-Hot) and Kirishima is yet to notice as he goes back to watching swaying a little with the background music playing at this scene.

As Bakugou settles back this time, he doesn't even try to follow along just lets himself enjoy the atmosphere. You shift a little in his lap to be able to quietly whisper things to Momo every once in a while, and everything feels okay. He's not sure if he'll try getting high again, maybe just alone with you, but despite the brief moments of panic he feels calm now, he gets it, this is nice.

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