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Ao3 Link

Little Bakugo is so obsessed with Animal Crossing. He doesn't ever touch the game when he isn't regressed, but once his mind slows down and he relaxes into that state of mind, all he wants to do is play his game!

It makes the job of being his caregiver very easy. It is often Izuku that fills that role, and really, all he needs to do is make sure that his Kacchan is nice and comfy on his bed and has his Switch with him.

Izuku also has a Switch, and sometimes Kacchan will whine and beg him to play and they will go collect all the fruit on both of their islands together! Izuku secretly keeps planting more and more fruit trees on his island because he knows how much the blond loves doing that. So the more trees, the longer it takes to gather all of the fruit. 

It is just something that the two of them do together to pass the time. Kacchan really enjoys the game, and nothing can stop a tantrum in its tracks faster than placing the boy's gaming device in his hands with the game's loading screen up.

In fact, there had been one time when Izuku had been off campus busy with his work-study and couldn't be there for Kacchan when he wanted to regress. So he went to some of his other caregivers, Kirishima and Sero, to keep an eye on him while he was little. They didn't know the little trick to calm him down.

So when they told him that, no 'Suki, we can't color with you right now we have homework to do, and the tantrum of the century started, the two boys had to just suffer until the green-haired boy got there.

One quick text at the time of Izuku's usual arrival had said boy knocking on Kirishima’s door promptly. He was there for all of two seconds before he went over to Kacchan and picked him up to settle him on his hip — the small-minded boy knowing to wrap his arms and legs around him immediately.

"You wanna play our game, honey?" Izuku coos, easily carrying the blond with one arm and wiping his tears away with the other.

The other two in the room stared back with slack jaws. One, Katsuki never let anyone else pick them up, and two, the way his crying stopped and his face lit up so quickly at the mention of whatever their game is.

"Yes, pwease!" Kacchan grinned, tugging excitedly on Izuku's shirt. "Can we 'Zuzu?"

"Of course, kiddo! I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to," he answers easily. "Say goodbye to Kiri and Sero first though," Izuku's tone has turned a little stern and he tilts the little towards the two still staring at them.

Kacchan, reminded of the ill feelings he'd felt during his tantrum, buries his face in Izuku's neck and mumbles his goodbyes.

"Nu-uh," Izuku says gently, bouncing the boy on his hip to get him to stop hiding. "Proper goodbyes now."

"Literally how?" Sero asks in disbelief at the same time Kirishima says, "he listens so well to you."

Izuku sends them sympathetic smiles paired with a one-armed shrug (the other arm still occupied with holding Kacchan).

But then a hand unfurls from Izuku's shirt and waves at the other two boys, and then a second later Kacchan was picking his face up to look at both of them. "Goodbyeees... sowry for cryin, I really wan-ned my game..."

Kirishima and Sero nod and smile at him, still having no idea what game they're talking about. They tell him that crying is okay and that sometimes it is difficult to express your emotions while Kacchan just hides in Izuku's neck again.

Izuku, sensing their confusion, promises himself to text their caregiver group chat to explain what Kacchan is talking about once they get back to his room. He nods to both of them and leaves the room then, carrying the little over to the elevator.

Even though Kacchan's bedroom is right next door, Izuku knows both of their Switches are up in his room and he knows little Kacchan likes his place more.

"How are you doing, buddy?" Izuku asks while he switches what hip Kacchan is sitting on.

The elevator dings and the doors open to reveal Todoroki and Iida. The two step to the side to politely give the pair more room. Izuku smiles his thanks to them and steps on.

Kacchan hides more in his neck and Izuku can't help but bring his hand up to tickle at his chin, "hmm, Kacchan?" he prompts.

"I okay now that you got me's," he says honestly, mumbling it into Izuku’s shoulder.

"Awe," they both hear Iida coo softly.

Izuku grins, turning to him, "he is adorable isn't he?"

The three of them all agree and Izuku laughs lovingly at the soft embarrassed whines they all hear.

Their stop comes first and Izuku tells the other two his goodbyes before stepping past the doors. They make it to his dorm without issue after that and he gets Kacchan all tucked into his bed, kissing the blond on his forehead sweetly before stepping away to grab their gaming systems.

"I'm sure we have more fruit to pick if you wanna play together today?" Izuku asks as he plucks one Switch from the dock connected to his TV and the other from its spot on his desk.

When he turns around to hand the blond his device, he sees Kacchan spacing out staring at his own hands. Izuku coming into his line of sight doesn't change a thing.

Izuku understands immediately; it is one of Kacchan's tells when he is coming out of littlespace. He waits patiently for a couple more moments before he calls out the other's name softly, "Kacchan?"

"I'm okay," he says, voice cracking as he talks in his lower register once more.

Izuku smiles, "welcome back, how are you feeling?"

He only blinks for a second more before making eye contact with Izuku for a mere second before looking away. "I'm good, th-thank you for.. that..."

When Kacchan is big, he sometimes has a hard time showing his gratefulness. Izuku still appreciates any attempt he can get. He also knows there are some other questions he has still.

"You wanna come up fully or go back under?" Izuku is careful to keep his tone neutral and caring. He really doesn't mind either option for his friend, knowing that he'll be here for him either way.

Kacchan shrugs and waits a moment, thinking and staring at the Switch in his hands, before flicking his eyes back up to Izuku to gather his reaction. "Go back if you're okay with it?"

Izuku stretches his mouth in a big, proud grin. He comes over to sit on the bed next to him and gives him another forehead kiss (they are secretly Kacchan's favorite). "Of course, little one, you let me know when you are ready to play and I will get my game loaded up. For now, I am going to put away my books, okay?"

He waits until he has Kacchan's nod in agreement before getting up from the bed and dropping the backpack he had brought in with them. He knows that transitioning from his regular head to his little one can be a bit difficult for Kacchan sometimes, so he turns away to give the boy some privacy while he really does busy himself with putting his textbooks away in his desk drawers. They've been doing this for long enough that Izuku knows Kacchan's needs.

It isn't long before he hears, "otay, 'Zuzu! wanna go your island firsts."

Izuku smiles and happily grabs his own gaming console. He loves how simple-minded his little Kacchan can be sometimes.

"Sure thing, buddy, lemme open up my gates."

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Title: Shoto’s Shell

Warnings: NSFW! Mistress, mentions of breeding; etc…

Pairing: Cat Hybrid! Todoroki X Reader

Pronouns: she/her AFAB

Synopsis: A chapter from my story on aO3 “Day Job”

Word count: 2K!

Note: unedited + unproof read

On aO3 as Cyfics

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You handed the boys each of their specially picked out collars and awaited their reactions! You handed the first one to Shoto “wow this is.. really beautiful, thank you Mistress.” Shoto bowed his head at you and accepted the gift “I’ve told you before Shoto! You can just call me Y/n.” You reached out and pet his head.

Shoto blushed shyly from the contact, head lowered as he continued to stare at the gift in his hands. He wasn’t sure how to feel right now but he knew that he felt good, it felt right to him for you to give him gifts and spoil him like this. “Alright Mistress Y/n.” You sighed, hopefully one day he’d learn.

“Me next me next!” Eijiro bounced in place as he awaited impatiently, you gave a small smile before holding it out to him. Eijiro snatched the crimson collar from your hands and immediately put it on himself to showcase to Katsuki! “Look at me! It’s red!” Eijiro was elated.

“Whatever shitty hair, where’s mine?” Katsuki brushed Eijiro off and bumped him as he held his hand out expectedly. “D-Don’t be impolite Kacchan..” Izuku held softly onto his bunny ears and glanced away “Whatever I’ll do what I want.

Hand the collar over lady.” You quickly chucked the collar to him so he wouldn’t be upset with you much longer.

“Camouflage?” He started to inspect it, it looked as if he thought it was distasteful “I can get you a different one if you’d like-“ you began to offer “No! I’m wearing it and it’s mine!” Katsuki shouted before quickly running off and putting it on “Very manly bro!” Eijiro shifted into his dog form and began to chase after Katsuki in the next room.

Denki sniffed at your arm to remind you he was there, you chuckled at his actions before gently passing over the special collar you got him “sweet! This is awesome, thank you Y/n!” He put it on excitedly before running away in Fox form, he probably didn’t want anyone to steal his precious shiny collar.

“And for you, Izuku.” You showed him the pretty dainty green collar from the store and his eyes went wide, his whole face brightened and he quickly took it off your hands. You watched as he put it on and immediately softened in place, it looked like he was melting. “I love it! It’s perfect! Thank you Y-Y/n!” Izuku shifted on each foot.

“Y/n, I don’t mean to be a bother but my fur coat hasn’t had a comb in a while.” Shoto crossed his arms and glanced at you, you were a bit surprised “oh I apologise Shoto! I could grab a brush for you?” You asked him. You watched as Shoto’s face darkened, he gasped softly and looked away from you “O-Of course Mistress Y/n.” He had never stammered before.

His words and even stature were all perfect so why now did he look disheartened? “Y/n! You’re making him do it himself?” Izuku looked as if he had just watched you kill someone “Am I not supposed to? I apologise Shoto I thought that you’d prefer to do it on your own!” You exclaimed “if a hybrid suggests grooming to their owner they’re trusting the owner to do it for them!” Izuku explained like a little nerd.

“It’s alright Mistress really, you don’t need to trouble yourself.” Shoto walked off to his self assigned bedroom which he hadn’t even began to decorate yet, all of his decorations continuing to sit out in the car. You ran after him feeling guilty, following close behind him up the stair way “Shoto! I didn’t mean to upset you!” You apologised.

You stood in the doorway of Shoto’s room, remembering the *only* important thing that your father had told you about his animals. If they have a self assigned space then you need to ask permission before entering, you huffed as you tried to catch your breath. Shoto was sulking with his knees against his chest under the covers.

“Shoto! Could I come in please?” It took a moment for him to respond “Yes Mistress.” You slowly made your way inside, the room was mainly empty except for his bed and dresser which also was empty. You sat on the edge of Shoto’s bed and frowned “Shoto I’m truly sorry, if you’d like I can groom your fur now?” You asked him.

“Sure..” he slowly removed his blanket off his head before crawling over and laying his head in your lap, you were quite suprised! You were sure he wanted you to groom his cat self! Shoto passed you a comb from his pocket, you weren’t sure as to where he got it but you took it from him and got to work.

You gently began to brush through his hair, his very very soft and smooth hair. You were careful as to not hurt his delicate head as you brushed any knots out, your brushing haltered for a moment when you heard a soft mewling come from under your touch. “Shoto? Are you alright?” Your question obviously flustered him.

Shoto’s face turned red and he immediately hopped up and backed up on the bed “I apologise Mistress Y/n! I didn’t mean to make such a vulgar noise in your presence!” Shoto apologised profusely “it’s alright Shoto, it was quite cute actually, come back and let me finish.” You pulled him into your arms and kept brushing him.

Every so often Shoto would mewl, hands reaching out into the air as if he was making biscuits. “Does this feel good Shoto?” You chuckled as you watched his revel in the attention “Yes Mistress!” He seemed to be getting more comfortable by the minute.

Shoto was saddened when you pulled away saying you were finished “you are?” He sat up and frowned. “I can keep patting you if you like?” You started giving him scritches from behind his ears, Shoto immediately started purring and rested his head on your shoulder.

“A-Ah Mistress. Be careful around my ears please they’re very sensitive to me.” Shoto was turning red all over now, his ears twitching under your touch. “I’m so sorry Shoto did that hurt you?” You asked with great concern “N-No, Mistress Y/n.. quite the opposite actually.” Shoto turned his head away from you bashfully.

“So it felt good?” Your eyes widened with realisation after figuring out what that meant “I’m so sorry Mistress I should’ve explained-“ you cut him off by touching his ears again. Shoto squeaked at first before relaxing into your touch and purring against you, his face nuzzled against your neck “W-Why are you..” he sighed breathlessly.

“Is this alright?” You asked him “Yes, Mistress.” Shoto nodded his head at you. You weren’t sure what was encouraging you to do this, maybe it was how cute he looked or maybe it was the fact you hadn’t been laid in months that was getting to you. “You’re such a pretty boy Shoto.” You praised him “yes, I am a pretty boy!” Shoto agreed eagerly.

Shoto sat in your lap with his knees on either side of your thighs, hands grasping your shoulders as his head resided against your neck. You felt him grow harder every moment as you were stimulating his ears “A-ah..” Shoto breathed out heavily, his hips beginning to roll against yours.

“I- I wanna breed you please..” Shoto whined. Breeding? You didn’t wanna get pregnant just yet “I’m not letting you cum inside me Shoto, if you wanna do this you’re gonna have to wear a condom.” You we’re strict telling him he couldn’t impregnate you. “Aw.. please, Mistress? I won’t ask for anything ever again!” He begged of you.

“No. Here, put this on Shoto.” Shoto was upset about it but took the condom from your fingers that you dished from out of the bottom of the mattress. Shoto eagerly started to strip for you, his top you have him coming off and onto the floor, next he started to slide down his bottoms. You watched as his tail uncurled and started swaying side to side happily.

You didn’t make Shoto wait any longer, your hands grasping at your own clothes and quickly removing them. “You’re so pretty Mistress, if there were shows for humans I’m sure you’d win them just for beauty alone.” Shoto commented as he admired your body “they do Shoto.” You smiled softly at him “You should sign up and show them this beauty..” Shoto eagerly crawled on top of you.

Your back laid up against the blankets, Shoto’s arms on either side of your head. Shoto slid his underwear off and started putting the condom on, complaining to himself about how he wanted to breed you and for you two to have little kittens together. You rolled your eyes at him light heartedly, you just couldn’t get pregnant right now.

Shoto pressed up against your entrance ready to enter but you stopped him “Shoto, you have to prep your partner first for sex! Otherwise it could seriously hurt.” You explain to him just in time. He pulls back “I apologise Mistress, I got a little ahead of myself there..” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly as he gets between your legs.

He brings his hand up and brushes his knuckles up against your hot cunt, it was radiating heat against his hand. Shoto spread out his hand and used two fingers to start rubbing at your clit in a circular motion, eyes focused on your cunt beginning to drip with slick.

You shifted on the bed, hips unable to stop moving up against his hand. Shoto continued to flick your clit for a little while, your reactions amusing him and his antics. You were just about ready to tell him off for teasing you until he slid a finger inside of you, your hole twitching against his singular finger.

“Mistress you’re very warm inside, very wet too.” Shoto commented as he started pumping the finger inside of you, figuring out pretty easily that he could effortlessly fit in another. Now he began to pump you with his two fingers, the tips of his fingers curling up and hitting against the sweetest of spots “Ah- that feels good..” you groaned.

Shoto continued to bask in your praise and continued to happily finger your eager hole, “I- I think I’m ready for you now Shoto.” You managed to get out. Shoto was happy to hear this, immediately crawling over you and placing himself between your legs up against your dripping entrance.

Shoto slid inside with ease, halting his movements for a moment to make sure you were okay before bucking his hips up against you. Shoto’s hands moved to grab at your torso, trying to move you down against him as he thrusted upwards into you. You bit down on your lip trying not to let out any loud noises, scared of the others hearing you.

“M-Mistress..” Shoto choked out as his cock was rubbing up against your warm and inviting walls. “S-Shoto, call me Y/n please.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kept thrusting into you “Y/n! It feels good!” Shoto mewled “I wanna cum inside of you, pump you fill of a litter of kittens!” Shoto began moving his hips against you faster.

You didn’t stop him as his began to stutter, his legs trembling a little as he released into the condom he was wearing. Shoto tiredly flipped on top of you, trying to just be as close with you as possible for the moment “Shoto, are you alright? Did you feel safe during that?” You caressed his tired head. Shoto nodded at you and looked at you through half lidded eyes “And you, Y/n?” He asked.

“I was fine. How about we clean you up and we go back down to the others hey?” You suggested. Shoto nodded his head tiredly “I can wipe you down if you just wanna have a little nap if you want Shoto?” You asked him “Yes please Y/n..” he pulled out of you and rolled onto the side of his bed.

You took the condom off of him and disposed of it, quickly getting yourself dressed before sneaking out the door to the upstairs bathroom to grab him a warm wet rag. You returned to the sleeping boy and wiped him down, covering him with the sheets before leaving again. Making sure to come up again later to leave him a bottle of water for when he awakened.

“Hey Y/n where’ve you been! We missed you!” Denki pouts “he doesn’t speak for all of us, ey Eijiro?” Katsuki crosses his arms upon seeing you “I missed you the most!” Eijiro ran over to you and jumped in your arms “Eh- Shitty hair.. Tch” Bakugou sucked his teeth.

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[intheticklecloset]

The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 1 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: Class 1-A (plus Shinsou) is going on a road trip! In this first installment, Bakugou contemplates how he's going to get Deku back for cornering him before, having a little fun with the nerd along the way.

A/N: Welcome to the first official mini-series within the Primary Universe! I was hoping to do this more in the middle of summer than towards the end, but better late than never! I hope you enjoy taking a road trip with the students of Class 1-A - with plenty of tickling included! ^^

Shoutout to @ticklishscumbag for the "Bakugou loves strawberry milk" headcanon that is briefly referenced here.

Word Count: 1,796

**SPOILER ALERT:** This fic contains spoilers from Season 5 of the anime. (Below the cut.)

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The door to Bakugou’s dorm room slammed open.

“Road trip!”

“What the—?!” Bakugou yelled, instinctively shoving his covers off and scrambling to his feet, heart racing from the anticipation of an oncoming battle. When he saw it was just Kirishima, he clutched his chest and yelled, “Kiri, you idiot! You gave me a heart attack!”

“Forget that,” Kiri replied easily, bounding inside with a huge grin on his face. “It’s road trip time! Where’s your bag? You packed it already, right?”

“Freakin’ – yeah, it’s over there.” The blonde gestured to his closet. “God dang, Kirishima.”

Kiri laughed, punching him lightly in the shoulder. “Sorry, dude. I’m just so excited, and we’re leaving in less than an hour! How could you still be asleep? Get dressed! Eat some breakfast! We’re gonna hit the rooooad!”

Bakugou grumbled as he shoved Kirishima back out his door, barely registering that his friend had grabbed his bag on his way out. Still, he couldn’t help but smile once he was alone. Today was the day. Their entire class – along with Shinsou, who would be entering the hero course next year – were taking a month-long trip around the country as both part of their training and as a vacation. Officially, they were touring the different prefectures and meeting the top heroes across the nation, learning how things worked in different places and sometimes even helping out if needed. Unofficially, they were getting away from the stress of school and the League of Villains for a while, making stops at popular tourist locations and having some down time to balance out the work they’d still be doing.

No rest for the weary, but honestly, Bakugou was looking forward to this trip just as much as Kirishima and the rest of the class were. He couldn’t wait to meet pro heroes in other prefectures, beat up some bad guys, and take a dip in the pool at the end of their long days. It was going to be great.

But first, he had to get dressed.

*

Downstairs, the entire dorm was alive with activity. It seemed everyone was either finishing up breakfast or hauling their gear out to the bus that was already waiting outside. Bakugou made a mental note to ask Kiri if he’d actually gotten his luggage all the way out there before they left. In the meantime, he headed to the fridge, hoping Sato hadn’t taken the last strawberry milk.

It was still there. He grinned, grabbed it, and twisted open the cap.

Just beyond his hearing range in the living room stood Iida, Kaminari, Ojiro, Shinsou, and stupid Deku. Bakugou narrowed his eyes. He still hadn’t gotten the nerd back for tickling him to death while he was trapped under his bed last week. He was rather looking forward to finding ways to mess with him on this trip in retaliation.

“Baku-bro!” Sero said by way of greeting, slapping him on the back. “Good morning! Ready to go?”

“Yeah, sure.” Bakugou took a swig of strawberry milk, savoring the flavor, trying not to let it show how much he loved it. “Where’s Kiri?”

“Probably taking Mina’s bag out to the bus. He already grabbed mine and his own.”

“Mine, too.”

Sero laughed. “He’s pretty excited.”

“Yeah, well…” Bakugou shrugged. “It’s a good opportunity.”

“I take it that means you’re excited, too? Good! It wouldn’t be any fun if you were a grump the whole time. Though we have ways of making you cheer up nowadays, don’t we?” Sero winked, nudged him, and moved on to the next person, greeting them enthusiastically as he made his way to the front door.

Bakugou scowled. He supposed he would have been stupid to think he’d get a break from his own torture just because they were on a tour of the country. Oh, well. As long as no one else found out, he’d survive.

He took another drink just as Deku suddenly broke away from his group and hurried past him toward his own dorm room.

Must have left some All Might backpack or something, he thought, grunting. Stupid nerd.

*

Somehow, despite the fact that it was obvious the two of them didn’t get along, Bakugou wound up seated next to Shinsou right in the middle of the bus. Kaminari had practically shoved him into the taller boy’s lap, much to both of their annoyance.

“Bakugou,” Shinsou greeted coolly, polite but not much more than that.

The blonde bit his tongue to resist calling him a mind-reader again. “Shinsou.”

After that, the two lapsed into silence as the bus finished loading, pulled out of the school grounds, and made its way onto the highway.

It was a long, grueling twenty minutes before Bakugou finally sighed angrily and got up, turning on his heel to stride toward the back of the bus to where Kiri and Deku were sharing a seat.

He interrupted their conversation without an apology. “Deku, switch with me.”

Deku blinked. “What?”

“Swap seats with me. You’re friends with that freak from 1-C, right?”

“He’s not a freak. And yes, we’re friends.”

“Then swap with me. I don’t want to be near him.”

Kirishima gave him a withering look. “You’ll have to get used to having him around sooner or later. When he joins the hero course, there’s a fifty percent chance he’ll be in our class.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like him.”

Deku poked his head up over the seat in front of him, glancing to where Shinsou now sat alone. He stood to do as Bakugou asked, but before he could even get a step down the aisle, Kirishima shot out in front of him, declaring, “I’ll sit with him! I never get to talk to the guy.”

“Wait – I don’t want to sit with stupid Deku, either!” Bakugou yelled. “What are you doing?”

Kiri turned back to him. “It’s Shinsou or Midoriya. Take your pick.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, growled, and shoved Deku down into the seat he’d just vacated. “Fine. Move over, nerd.”

Deku smiled, scooting over to the window seat to allow the blonde to sit with him while Kiri moved up to join Shinsou.

More silence.

“You’re not going to make it, you know,” Bakugou said at last, crossing his arms.

Deku startled. “What?”

“To the end of the trip. You won’t make it back.”

“Why?”

“Because you declared war, idiot. And I’m not going to lose to you.”

The greenette was silent for a long moment, seeming lost. Then it clicked, and his face brightened. “Yeah? Well, I’m not losing to you, either. So where does that leave us?”

“With you begging me for mercy.”

“Or you begging me.”

“Never.”

Deku smirked, then glanced out the window at the passing scenery. Bakugou smirked, too. This was going to be an interesting road trip for the both of them.

*

Several hours later – after they’d arrived at their first destination, unloaded, trained, had dinner, and were wrapping up for the day – Bakugou stood just inside the door of the four-person room he was sharing with Kirishima, Tokoyami, and Shoji, waiting patiently. Any minute now, Deku would pop into the hall on his way to the shared bathroom to clean up before bed, and he’d pass Bakugou’s room on his way to do so. It was just a matter of time now.

There he was.

Bakugou reached into the hall, grabbing Deku by the back of his shirt and pulling him into the currently empty room, throwing him onto a bedroll. Then he pounced, climbing on top of him and digging his fingers into his sides, ribs, and underarms in rapid succession.

Deku burst into hysterical giggles, shocked and confused for just a moment before his brain caught up to what his body was feeling. “Ahahahahahahaha Kacchan! Nahahahahahahaha!”

“So about this tickle war you’ve so stupidly decided to start with me, nerd.” Bakugou spoke casually, though he smirked at his friend’s useless attempts to get away. “How do we know who’s won? Begging for mercy doesn’t seem like enough, since I get you to do that anyway during our normal tickle fights.”

“I-I mahahahahahake you beheheheheg, too!” Deku protested, earning a sharp jab into his hip bone for his trouble. He squealed and laughed. “NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!”

“Like I was saying, I don’t think it’s enough to end a tickle war. What exactly was your plan going into this?”

“I dohohohohohohon’t knohohohohohow!” Deku writhed on the ground, smiling wide and pushing at Bakugou’s hands weakly. “I dihihihihidn’t thihihihihihihink about it!”

“Well, think now.”

“I cahahahahahahahan’t! Y-You’re distrahahahahacting me!”

Bakugou hummed, swinging a leg over to straddle Deku and reach up into his underarms, drawing out a fresh burst of laughter and kicking. “Better come up with some excuse.”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHA KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!”

“Is it because you can never beat me on your own? You’ve got to use furniture to help you come out on top?” Bakugou half-mocked, half-teased. “Is that why you decided it was smart to challenge me like that?”

“IT WAS JUHUHUHUHUHUST – JUST AN OPP-P-PFFAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Deku tossed his head back and laughed freely, still trying to push Bakugou away with whatever strength he had left after the long day and the surprise tickle attack. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Opportunity? Is that what you were trying to say?”

“YEHEHEHEHEHEHES!!”

“Interesting. An opportunity to come after me while I was completely helpless, right?” Bakugou left his underarms at last, trailing back down to his sides and belly. “Because that’s the only way you can really win against me.”

“P-Plehehehehehease,” Deku whined, looking up at him with mirthful but tired eyes. “Lehehehet me gohohohoho, Kacchan…”

Bakugou thought a moment, then relented entirely, grabbing Deku’s wrists and pinning them down by his head, looming over him. “I’ll let you go for now, nerd, since the others will be back soon. But you’d better start watching your back extra closely from now on, because when I catch you, I will not show mercy until you’re pleading for it.”

Deku’s eyes widened, but he nodded, and Bakugou released him and stood up just as Tokoyami returned from the bathroom.

“Midoriya,” he said, “I’m fairly certain sleepovers are not allowed.”

“Oh, n-no, I was just…” Deku trailed off, then laughed and got to his feet. “Ah, never mind. I’ve still got to get ready for bed. Night, guys!” And he hurried out of the room, waving as he went.

Tokoyami turned to Bakugou. “Why was Midoriya here?”

Bakugou scoffed. “Stupid nerd wanted to get his butt handed to him, that’s what.” The blonde flopped onto his own bedroll and turned toward the wall, facing away from Tokoyami and the door.

“All right, then…” Tokoyami muttered, then went blissfully silent.

Bakugou grinned at the wall.

This was going to be the best road trip ever.

~~~

Part 2

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Syndicate — [ 1 ]

Parts | one ; two ; three

Genre | Mafia AU / Anti-Villain AU.

Pairing(s) | MafiaBosses!TodoBakuDeku x Fem!Reader

Rating | Mature

Words | 5.2k+

Summary | Being the lover of, not one, but three influential young men, who are the leaders of the most wanted crime syndicate in Japan, it is no surprise that other eyes are watching you beyond the three’s own.

Warnings | Violence. Cursing/crude language. Guns. Mafia talk/“negotiating”. Lots of fighting. Reader is inspired by the femme fatale archetype. Polyamorous relationship. Characters are aged-up. Sexual undertones/implied sexual content. Possessiveness. Heavily self-indulgent. Written in 3rd POV. Shouto’s “codename” is Mercury (b/c the planet is both half-hot and half-cold lol).

Author’s Notes | Hello all! This is the first ever fanfic I’ve posted on tumblr! Sorry, the idea was lingering in my head until I suddenly felt the burst of energy to start writing this out of nowhere in the dead of 3AM. I’ve written fanfiction before but I’ve never published anything for tumblr so this is exciting.

The air is still, nearly silent apart from the nocturnal creatures that scurry and prowl through alleys, navigating over the dewy darkness between the seams. The moon graces the gloom of the night with its luster across desolated areas in Japan. Business hours have longed past as services are halted until the next coming day. Civilians are nowhere to be found, tucked away in their homes with their lights flickered off.

What remains alive in Japan during this hour is the wind cast through the streets, the scamper of animals in the nocturne, and a low hum of an ebony vehicle driven down roads of street lights.

“Whatever the fuck Overhaul wants better be worth my fucking time, Deku,” hisses a peeved Katsuki Bakugou, leaning against the window of their sleek automobile and looking highly uninterested during the ride. Izuku Midoriya, the young man with the head of unruly verdant hair, nods his head. His expression is mild at his friend’s usual discontented tone.

“Kai Chisaki—the head boss of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza—wants to negotiate with us, Kacchan. Surely it would be advantageous for us to hear him out. If anything we’ll manage to at least squeak some intel from him to reference for later on.” A glint rises in the male’s eyes.

“‘Some intel’ ain’t enough. If they’re gonna drag all three of us out here, then it better be for something good, or else I might have to let off some explosions to satisfy my boredom.” Bakugou’s quirk begins to pop and crack around his palms at the idea of letting loose.

Shouto Todoroki—the third of the trio—sighs exasperatingly at his fellow inflamed mafia boss, running his hand through his red and white tresses.

“Bakugou, I’d advise against it. Knowing the location we’re heading to, your explosions would only cause a ruckus in the area that’d get the annoying heroes involved. I’ve had enough dealing with those fools as it is and we also don’t need the men in blue following after our trail.”

“Shut up Icy-Hot! If this ‘negotiation’ isn’t beneficial to us, I’ll find my own way to make them pay for wasting our damn time!” Bakugou yells.

These three young men—Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, and Shouto Todoroki—are known as the bosses of one of Japan’s most powerful organized crime syndicates.

Notorious, ruthless, and authoritative, these three, despite their youth, have secured a name for themselves within the underground crime world. Aside from their tenacity and skill, the strength of each of their quirks played a large factor in their rise among the rivaling crime groups. They easily snuffed out the weak competition without so much as a sweat, and working under them are other strong combatants, each of them possessing their own unique and powerful quirks.

With everything at their disposal, the Yuuei mafia group quickly obtained a vast, large territory within the capital of Japan—the epicenter of where all the shady deals and disputes occur.

“We didn’t even bring Angel Face with us. What a drag.” Bakugou gruffs. He leans back in his seat, arms crossed, and cushioned behind his head as the lamps flicker past them, the dim lights splayed across the endless road.

“Letting ____ rest was the least we could do after her successful infiltration at the political officials gala,” the middle of the three states matter-a-factly.

“Especially after the rounds she endured even after her mission,” Todoroki adds, vividly remembering the gala dress cascading down her skin and clinging to her body that night, as well as their antics that ensued afterward.

He recalls the beautiful, red formal gown she wore for the occasion, the material hugging her figure perfectly and accentuating her curves in all the right places. God, he prayed that something within him wouldn’t stir at the thought of it again.

They all remembered it quite clearly. It made their fingers itch the very evening of the event, yearning to touch all the dips and arcs that sculpted her body. Her hair, styled up and tied with a matching silk red ribbon, kept the skin of her neck bare and begging to be marked while gold lined her wrists and collar bones. To say she was a goddess that night would be an understatement. The three could barely keep their hands off her before she even left the mansion, let alone attend the gala. But once her mission was complete, she arrived home to be thoroughly loved and lusted, with three young and hungry men indulging in all the divine fruits this celestial being had to offer to them.

The girl they speak of is not only their right-hand woman but also the three’s beloved paramour. Since their journey into coming to power, ____ has been with them through thick and thin and has become an influential asset in attaining their position.

Beautiful, yet dangerous, she proved to be an incredibly powerful fighter in many forms of combat in combination with her quirk, along with having a gift for deception that allowed her to climb her way to the top of the pack. Naturally, the trio found themselves drawn to her, not just for her strength and beauty, but also her passion and ability to mend the spirits of those around her. If it weren’t her, the Yuuei mafia group would not be as intact and well-oiled as it is today.

“Besides, we have some of our best following in the car behind us in case anything suspicious happens,” Midoriya gestures to the similar-looking sleek and dark-tinted car trailing behind their own.

“I very much doubt we need them, but it’s best not to worry Angel too much while she’s resting,” Todoroki murmurs, crossing his legs.

A few more turns and they’ve eventually entered the area of a vacant warehouse located on the edge of Japan near the shore.

The moment their vehicle is directed to a stop, the three bosses exit. Bakugou vehemently slams his door, eyeing the building with a vexing glare.

“Let’s get this shit show over with. This better be good.”

The warehouse is eerily quiet in the dead of the night and smells of salt from the ocean behind it. Spotting them walking to the entrance, the watchmen of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza hastily open the doors enclosing the warehouse. The hinges bear an uncomfortable creaking sound that jars through the silence.

“Oh, he’s here! He’s here! My cute little Izuku is here!” hollers a shrill voice belonging to an all-too-energetic head of messy, bunned-up blonde hair. The said boy blinks twice at her enthusiasm as they approach the lone wooden table situated in the center of the warehouse.

Uh, do I know her? He ponders for a second before dismissing the thought.

A pale man with gloved hands and shaggy auburn hair holds a hand out to halt the girl behind him. “Calm down Toga, we haven’t spoken of negotiations yet, so I need you to be quiet.”

Toga pouts, nearly grasping a silver blade at her side but stills herself for now. In the meantime, she opts to fidget with the tubular machine wrapped around her body.

The three look up to view a small group illuminated by the light fixed above the wooden table. Their eyes swiftly count seven or eight of them surrounding that area, including the ringleader, and likely more hidden somewhere in the darkness around them. After all, any fine and experienced villainous group would know better than to invite the bosses of the most dangerous crime syndicate without being thoroughly prepared for a possible scuffle to occur.

However, for now, they all advance with the notion to talk first before unleashing quirks and violence (well most of them anyway).

“Welcome, welcome. I see you made it to this place without much trouble; you’re right on time,” Overhaul greets the three young men mildly, “Deku, Ground Zero, and Mercury.”

Midoriya walks forward as the center of their entourage to return the cordial greeting. “Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you, Kai Chisaki of the Shie Hassaikai yakuza. Otherwise known as Overhaul.”

“Ah, so you know of me and my cause. It seems our reputation precedes us.”

“Of course. The Shie Hassaikai yakuza has long been in business in the crime world…” Midoriya muses, “Though they’ve wrung out past their former glory. Having since been pushed back into the underground after the rise of heroes.”

Bakugou smirks, close to letting out a snicker at the backhanded comment.

It’s true. While the Shie Hassaikai were one of the main criminal groups running the yakuza underground, that all soon fell and crumbled as the surge of heroes came into society. It was only after the former boss’ grandson, Kai Chisaki, came into power and took leadership that their name grew back into prominence once again, albeit little by little.

“Why you little–” A man donning a long white raincoat and plague doctor mask swiftly appears with a pistol pointed in Midoriya’s direction, none too amused by the remark. However, he’s cut off by a wall of ice erected at Midoriya’s side.

“Watch where you point those toys you little rat,” Todoroki sneers, and the tone of his voice nearly exposes chills to the air.

“Calm down, Chrono. We’re the ones that invited them as guests, thus we need to treat them like so.”

The white-haired subordinate withdraws at the words of his leader, retracting the gun back into the pocket of his coat.

“I apologize, he’s simply on edge over the fact we have some pretty powerful people at our doorstep. You’ll have to excuse him.”

“It’s quite all–”

“Did we come here to talk, or did we come here to fight?” Bakugou barges through, shoving past Midoriya with no restraint.

“I thought this was a fucking negotiation, not an apology fess. If one of your dogs is so edgy, I’d be happy to give him a good thrashing to satiate him if you want,” his raised hand sparks and flickers in the dark, “If not then get to it, Overhaul,” he threatens. Midoriya sighs.

“I think we’re simply all… piqued as to why this meeting was demanded out of nowhere and scheduled for the dead of the night no less, but I’m sure you have some important matters to discuss with us right, Overhaul?” Midoriya reasons, a sly grin on his lips.

“Right, let's get to it shall we?” Approaching closer to the table separating them, Overhaul continues, “First off, I must congratulate you on successfully infiltrating that gala the other night. Not many crime organizations can sneak into a party of that caliber. Especially when it’s so heavily guarded and kept secretive to all suspicious eyes of the dark,” he commends, digging a hand into the pocket of his jacket.

The three exchange quick, wary glances from the corner of their eyes that the opposite party misses.

“You were there?” Todoroki questions bluntly in which Overhaul hums in response.

“Hm, yes. But for different reasons, I’m sure. You see, I’ve been… examining little details of the Yuuei mafia group recently. It fascinates me how well-oiled and efficient you are at running your organization, so I began to ponder: ‘How do they do it?’ Little did I know, the answer all became more than clear to me from what I saw at that gala,” the auburn-haired man drawls, finally plucking out a photo from his pocket and sliding it across the wood under the light.

The moment the three recognized the image, their eyes widened, soon shifting into visages of sheer hostility at the next statement pronounced.

“This girl here? I want her.”

Within the confines of the paper is ____, dressed in the red gown she wore the very night of the gala, a masquerade mask over her features with the purpose to obscure herself in the throng.

The three before Overhaul seethe vessels of wrath.

“What did you just say? Do you even know what you’re asking of us?” Todoroki feels icy and heated atmospheres form on his opposing left and right sides upon hearing Overhaul’s words, sensing the tension rising around his fellow partners as well.

“The girl, I must say, does excellent work at her job. She’s skilled and tactical, having infiltrated many influential organizations and assassinated several powerful faces getting in the way of your mafia group. Such precision, efficiency, and beauty makes her the perfect woman, wouldn’t you agree?” He picks up the picture, bringing it up next to him.

Given the deadly pressure in the air, the next words he utters might be the final nail in his coffin.

“Well, I want you to hand her over to me.”

The nail is hit. There’s a lingering silence before hell nearly breaks loose and the next motions could deliver his soul down the River of Styx.

Fueled by blood-boiling anger and annoyance, Bakugou charges forward to land an explosive hit on the yakuza boss. “LIKE HELL WE WOULD, YA FUCKING BASTARD!” He’s thwarted by a yellow barrier emerging to shield the leader from the attack, courtesy of a henchman at his left side. The blonde jumps back, his hands still crackling and his rage not dissipating anytime soon. “Don’t go spewing a bunch of shit outta your mouth!”

“Now… let’s be rational or you’ll start getting dirt everywhere...” Overhaul dusts off his shoulder before resuming the conversation nonchalantly, “Of course I’ll provide you with compensation. I wouldn’t be so naive as to expect to be given something so valuable without offering payment after all.”

With a snap of his fingers a large, bulky man promptly lays a silver briefcase on the table. The locks click open to reveal wads of cash layering the case to the brim, enough to flabbergast and entice any common citizen in Japan.

“If this amount isn’t enough, I have another briefcase with—”

A jolting sound of the wooden table and metal briefcase breaking beneath Midoriya’s foot is enough to diminish the rest of Overhaul’s remark, signifying their blunt answer to his offer.

“What a waste of a night it’s been. Presenting money to us in hopes that we’d simply hand over our beloved like she’s some prostitute for sale? You're more of a fool than I took you for, Kai Chisaki,” Each word that rolls off Midoriya’s tongue is laced with venom. Such malice is enough to paralyze those who hear it, as if it would be the last statement they’ll ever listen to before hitting the concrete dead.

Reasoning with the trio any further is equivalent to bargaining with the god of the underworld, offering nothing but your knees on the floor and a sad pleading voice, only to be whisked back to the deepest, darkest chambers of hell.

Overhaul simply pauses before following with a long, testy sigh.

“A no then? Alright. Toga.”

The bun-headed blonde pounces forward at the command almost instantaneously, knife in her grasp and ready to swing. Midoriya moves to the side with ease, evading the blade as well as dodging a puncture from a needle. His agility is manifested in green electric currents of aura.

“Ooh, I finally get to cut up and obtain cute Izuku’s yummy blood!” She grins psychotically, keeping both eyes trained on the green-haired boy. “Heehee, I’ve been waiting for this day! Ever since I saw that photo of you all bruised up in a fight, I had to have you all to myself! I just love a man all red and bloodied!” Toga exclaims in utter glee, giggling like a schoolgirl meeting her celebrity idol.

Midoriya grimaces, nearly shivering at her excitement over announcing her neurotic confession to him. Her contorted facade is not earning her any points either. Taking notice of the wary expression that crosses his brows, Toga grins wider.

“It’s OK, even if you don’t like me now, you’ll definitely like me when I get a drop of that girl’s blood and transform into her! We’ll look so much alike, you’ll have heart-eyes for me too!” Her features curve into a look of pure hysteric that leaves Midoriya speechless, so much so it takes a loud blast hurled past him to finally bring his senses back to the conflict.

“Move it, Deku!” Bakugou’s attacks are relentless and powerful, but Toga’s nimbleness prevents her from getting hit.

“Deku, Ground Zero, back up,” Todoroki raises his left hand, the corresponding side flaring with heat before quickly igniting into bright hot flames enough to cover his entire arm. “You lot have some nerve to call us and arrange this abhorrent deal under the guise of a ‘negotiation.’ I’ll incinerate you all for even thinking you could take her from us.”

His quirk is unleashed in a flurry of fire that’s launched toward his enemies.

“Dabi,” Overhaul signals and a lanky man with patched, burnt scars and skin held together by staples and stitches steps forward, triggering his blue blazes to combat the red-orange ones. The infernos collide into a firestorm that soon scatters and disperses due to a power struggle.

“Tch,” Todoroki narrows his brows, annoyed.

“Hm, the brat’s not all talk after all,” Dabi’s expression remains stoic while his hand hovers in front of him, still swallowed by his azure flames. Wordlessly he releases his blazes once more only to be countered by Todoroki’s wall of ice diminishing the onslaught of fire.

On their end, Midoriya and Bakugou are in pursuit of the head honcho Overhaul himself, while attempting to throw blows at Toga along the way.

Now enveloped in energy that increases his strength and dexterity tenfold, it isn’t long until the green-haired young man catches up to crafty Toga’s momentum. With a grunt, Midoriya kicks forward, swinging his foot into the girl’s direction with tremendous force that’s too quick for her to avoid.

Toga braces herself for the impact but the attack never meets. Instead, a yellow shield materializes in front of her to take the blow, a crack now evident on the surface of the saffron safeguard. “Oooh! Izuku’s really out for blood! How thrilling!” she squeals, licking her lips.

“It’s that fucking barrier bastard again! Move over, I’ll kill him!” yells a pissed Bakugou who jumps over Midoriya’s head, running across the top of the manifested barrier. From there, he spots his offender.

Gritting his teeth, he dashes off the shield before it can disappear and uses it to propel himself forward. His palms glow and envelope themselves with heat as he holds them outward.

“Rappa! I can’t conduct another shield so quickly, get him!” Tengai, the one with the barrier quirk, hastens his partner. Rappa zealously swoops in front of him with iron-knuckle gloves ready.

“Oh no, you don’t! Try and fucking dodge this!” Bakugou brings his hands forward while still in midair, “Stun Grenade!” A radiant, gleaming light emits from his palms, effectively blinding all those within his vicinity.

Rappa and Tengai have no choice but to cover their eyes from the intensity of the light, leaving them wide open to strike!

Without hesitation, the ash-blonde creates two more explosions to launch himself forward, spinning in the air and gathering momentum before firing his attack encased in an explosive tornado.

“Howitzer Impact!!”

In an instance, a flash exudes in a fiery burst of nuclear reaction, which releases violent discharges of kinetic energy towards his enemies. The attack hits home, covering a chuck of the area with debris and rubble, and producing a hole on the right side of the warehouse.

Tengai and Rappa are incapacitated.

“Kac— Ground Zero, you went all out didn’t you…” Midoriya mutters while holding Toga down despite all her fidgeting. In a last-ditch effort, the girl draws out the spare knife tucked away in her utility belt, however the young man on top of her knocks it away before she can react any further.

“Toga, am I correct? I suggest you stand down, or I may have to break something to make you cooperate.” Midoriya’s warning exudes a menacing tone, in contrast to his former courteous character and the gentle features adorning his face. Yet Toga does not seem fazed by this.

“Heehee, you’re so cute when you make threats like that…” she giggles, shifting her head ever so slightly to catch glimpses of the male’s appearance. He’s quite disheveled down to his wrinkled suit, unbuttoned collar, sweat glistening on his forehead, and what’s this?

Toga peeks at a single crimson line split on the skin of his cheek with dilated pupils.

“Even though you were so fast, I at least managed to graze you just a teeny-tiny bit! That scarlet cut looks so nice on you, Izuku, aw how I wish I can give you more!” She prattles on and on, beaming over every utterance spoken past her lips. “I did say red is the best color on you, after all!”

Midoriya’s eyes narrow at her behavior, fists clenched and apt to deliver a silencing blow.

“Although… blue wouldn’t look half bad either.”

Unable to express confusion at her remark, he soon perceives a blast of cerulean blue flames aimed and released in his direction, forcing him to jump up to dodge the attack. Toga makes her escape after the fire diffuses, withdrawing next to Dabi. The patched man continues his onslaught on Todoroki and Midoriya.

“They’ve managed to defeat our spear and shield, and nearly took out Toga,” Overhaul’s stance is methodical and calculating, overseeing the fight from the back lines of his unit with a gloved hand beneath his chin. “I suppose it’s time to use that,” he declares.

Chrono briefly glances at him before reaching for a gun in the pocket of his coat—a different weapon from the pistol he pointed at Midoriya earlier. In a container held behind him, he produces a peculiarly shaped bullet, one that takes on the form of a cartridge with a hypodermic needle sticking out on one end.

“Dabi, when these bullets hit, that will be your chance to burn them all away,” orders the auburn-haired man. He raises an arm to prep for the signal as Chrono readies the gun wielded in his hand, positioning his target onto the spiky blonde mafia boss.

“Ha! You think a pathetic little gun is going to stop me?!” While Bakugou exudes confidence and arrogance, his dual-haired comrade is not as keen about the situation at hand.

Why would those fools try to use such a primitive method of fighting at this point? They saw how useless that gun was earlier… ponders Todoroki in the heat of battle, Unless…

“Ground Zero! Be careful! There’s something fishy about that weapon they’re using!” he warns, making the blonde’s expression fix into an irritated glare.

“Shut up Icy-Hot; I know what I’m doing! Why don’t you pay attention to patchwork over there before you get another scar!” Bakugou quips back, eyes never leaving Overhaul. “I’m gonna make this washout yakuza leader regret ever giving us a call to this useless negotiation.”

The man is impassive at the blonde’s threats, lips remaining in a fine line underneath his mask. His arm stays raised next to him for Chrono to acknowledge.

At once, Bakugou’s body launches back into action like a jet engine propelling a rocket. His movements gather more and more sweat to strengthen himself for another devastating assault.

“Pesky thing won’t stop moving…” mutters Chrono, hand continually shifting aim at Bakugou’s unpredictable tumbling. “I’ll just make you sit still!”

On command, arrow-shaped hair pierces through the fabric of his hood and extends straight to Bakugou. His quirk’s versatility and quick instincts allow him to evade the attack to the left with ease. However, it seems Chrono was waiting for that very moment as the blonde is now within his gun’s line of sight.

Overhaul draws his hand down, giving Chrono the signal to finally pull the trigger. A crack of a sonic boom resonates within the single millisecond it is shot. The dart is fired.

The gunshot rings throughout the space of the warehouse. Todoroki and Midoriya can barely register the shot in time to yell out to Bakugou, whose head turns toward the capsule’s velocity in almost slow motion.

Crap..! he curses, unable to move away to escape the bullet in time and preparing to embrace the shot.

However, it never makes its mark.

“Boss! Watch out!”

A gruff voice suddenly makes its debut within the fray, taking everyone by surprise as the newcomer throws himself in front of Bakugou, hardened arms crossed.

“What the—!”

Chrono watches in despair. The bullet ricochets right off the rock-like body of a man with spiked tufts of crimson red hair.

“What the hell? Red Riot?!” sputters a bewildered Bakugou at Kirishima’s abrupt entrance.

“D-Dammit!” Chrono tries to fire again to rectify his failure, but his attempt is in vain. Something muscly wraps around his arm tightly, tossing him away.

“Froppy!” Midoriya calls out to the girl as she retracts her froggy tongue, currently clung to the wall, and camouflaged into her surroundings. She reveals herself into the battle with a small “ribbit.”

“While you guys were inside, a bunch of their goons started surrounding our cars. We knew something shady was up, especially when we heard explosions coming from inside, so we busted our way in here right past them!” Kirishima explains, now standing back-to-back against Bakugou, “Seems like you’re fighting a battle too!”

“I see, so they planned on ambushing all of us if we didn’t comply with their deal,” says Todoroki. He fires more flames in their direction. “How pathetic. They were woefully unprepared.”

“Agreed! Ambushing is no way to fight! Real men would come at us head-on!” Kirishima emphasizes his fierceness through clanking his hardened fists against each other, jagged edges sparking.

“Red Riot! Froppy!” exclaims Midoriya, “Where are the others?”

Asui ribbits before answering, “They’re handling the rest of the—”

“L-Leader..! Leader!” a frantic voice shouts from the entrance of the warehouse, where a ragged up Shie Hassaikai henchman tries to pry inside.

“T-The girl..! She isn’t h-here, she isn’t— GAH!”

His message is interrupted. A menacing shadowy figure looms over the goon like a monster hiding within the dark and throws him back to the struggle outside, proceeding to rampage across the battlefield. Desperate cries leak out but to no avail.

Overhaul discerns the sputtered message:

The girl he so desired was not with them to begin with.

To his dismay, this fight was pointless. If what he sought could not be forcibly taken right then and there, then there is no reason to continue the battle. There was no prize to be won by the end of it all.

Now, he must adjust his plans due to the unfavorable news. How tragic.

At the thought of having lost time, energy, and resources, the yakuza leader pinches the bridge of his nose, utterly furious. There’s a pause in which Overhaul seethes an aura of killing intent over this frustration.

But it eventually simmers and subsides. What happens now cannot be changed, no matter how enraged he is. So he must take logical steps to preserve and remedy the repercussions, which to him was simple:

“We’re withdrawing.”

“What?” Dabi looks at him incredulously, “After all this?”

“Yes, they've taken down our spear and shield, and have wiped out the majority of the soldiers. If what we want isn’t here, then there is no point in staying,” Overhaul’s husky tone bears weight and authority at every word.

“Nemoto, grab Chrono from wherever he was thrown.”

“Yes, Overhaul. What about Rappa and Tengai?”

The auburn-haired man doesn’t so much as spare a glance toward his two defeated subordinates lying on the ground, “Leave them. They’re expendable to me.”

Nemoto nods, going to gather a knocked out Chrono thrown across the warehouse and now lying unconscious atop broken wooden crates.

Midoriya’s fists clenched tightly at the scene, realizing what the yakuza’s next plan of action was going to be.

“They’re trying to escape!”

“Oh, the fuck they are. I won’t let a single one of you bastards leave!” Bakugou bursts into the air, propelled by the explosions from his palms in hot pursuit, with Midoriya catching up thanks to his heightened speeds.

“Sorry boys, party’s over!” Toga intercepts the two using twin knives flung in their direction, catching them off guard. Dabi follows the diversion by gathering a massive amount of flames into his hands before swiftly releasing the kindled energy to erect a blue wall of fire throughout his surroundings.

“Bye Izuku~!” a feminine voice shrills from behind the fiery wall, becoming the last words they hear as they wait for the flames to dissipate, ultimately revealing that their enemies had already fled.

“Those fuckers couldn’t have gone far,” Bakugou doesn’t relent, poised on finding them and having them pay the full consequences of their actions. Midoriya grasps his shoulder, stopping him.

“Let them go, Kacchan. Considering the location they decided for this meeting, they likely fled by boat. We have no way of following them at the moment.”

Todoroki agrees, adding on, “Besides, there are more important things to worry about right now,” he casts his gaze to the wooden table Midoriya had broken prior to the fight transpiring. “For one, they’re after ____ and are willing to go to any lengths to get her. We need to head back to the mansion to make sure she’s safe.” There’s slight urgency evident in his tone. Despite their tenacity, the idea of having their beloved wrenched away is enough to render them even a little bit fearful. Had she been present in the conflict, there’s no telling what could have happened.

“And two,” Todoroki walks off to another site of the warehouse, picking up something dropped on the floor, “we need to figure out what this is.” In his hand, he holds the small capsule bullet that is now slightly dented thanks to the impact against Kirishima’s hardened skin.

The other two examine the capsule briefly until Bakugou decides to take it from Todoroki’s fingers for closer inspection. If Overhaul was so keen on using a gun to do away with them all, despite how inferior it was, then this must be no ordinary bullet.

The three decide to contain the item for further examination for now as they, Kirishima, and Asui make their way outside again. There, bodies of Shie Hassaikai thugs littered the floor after having been thoroughly beaten into submission. Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Uraraka, and Kaminari lean against the cars casually but remain attentive after the fight.

“It was quite an ill-planned move to dare to attack us in the night,” Tokoyami’s eyes closed in thought at the havoc he wreaked thanks to the amplified powers of his quirk. Kaminari snickers and boasts with an electric snap of his fingers, “Yakuza didn’t know what hit them, the mafia always stays on top.”

“Excellent work everyone, it seems the henchmen were of no trouble to you,” Midoriya commends the squad, “Now, we must leave before the police arrive on the scene to assess the damage.”

Their six combatants all nod at the order, about to gather back in their vehicle until Bakugou huffs with a final statement before they make their getaway.

“Know that the next time we see those Shie Hassaikai bastards, we will take them down,” He narrows his eyes at the ocean, the moon still hanging above the sky and basking the waters in moonlight,

“without hesitation.”

Ending Notes | Whew.. thanks for reading! For the next part I was considering writing it in 2nd POV since the reader will actually be physically present during the events of the story now, but I’m not sure yet. Please let me know your thoughts and follow if you’re interested in this series <3

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[astheroid]

Ka-Kacchan 😫💦 (Bakugouwu x reader SMUT 🤯)

Author-chan here!!!!!! I decided to write for my bb Kacchan bc hes just such a cutie >.< hehe anyways ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I walked into the hero association with my long Blonde hair flowing in the wind. “SARAH!!” Deku called, walking over to me. “Baka-Deku, what do you wabt?” I asked, making a cute face. “I heard Kacchan wants youuuuu” he said raising his green puffy eyebrows. “Ka-Kacchan?? Why.. why would he ever want me?” I asked, batting my bright blue eyes in his directuon. “I do not know Sara-chan” he answered, blushing bright red. “I think… he might have a crush on you” I GASPED!! (author’s note: UwU OMGGG IT’S GETTING ~SPICYYYY~) I smiled sweetly at deku before hopping over to Bakugou, flipping my hair over m shoulder. “Ohio K-Kacchan, what do you want?” I said, trying to be tough. He glared at me pomeranian hair sticking up as I touched him. “NOTHING YOU BITCH!!” He yelled, shoving me. I started crying. “BAKA-KUGOU WHY DID YOU DO THAT????” I yelled. He lookd at me. “Idk you’re just ugly.” He said and walked away. I touched my frail wrist and realized it was broken. I went to the doctor’s and got it fixed, mad at Kacchan te whole way. I saw Kacchan after work and went to be mad at him. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?????” I screamed activating my Ice Quirk. “You’RE JUST AN UGLY STUPID EXTRA!!” Ye glared at me, hands booming. “IF I’M SO UGLU WHY DO YOU LIKE MEEEE?????/?” I yelled in his face. He gasped and tears fell from his eyes. “BAKAaAaAaAAAA HOW DO U KNOW THAT?” He said. “I know because your always mean to me :(“ I pouted. He said “t-th-that’s not t-true BAKA-SARAAH.” I grinned menacingly with my fangs. “Of course it’s true Ba-kacchan” “Don’t call me that” he said, blushing. “Ba-kacchan” I said again, my own cheeks getting red against my pale skin. He grabbed my arm “let’s go to my house and see if you wan’t to call me that again Baka-Sarah-chan”. (author’s note: OMGGGGGGG SMUT COMING SOON!!! TANK U FOR READING THIS FAR!!! Should I make a Deku-chan one next? He’s my lil beann and I wanna write 4 him :3)

UwU SMUTTTTTTTTTT BWLOE THE CUT!!!! Skip if you want but its my favorit part ;3

We arrived at his house and no-one was home, it was just me and Kacchan (author’s note: SPICYYYYYY whatr you gonna do bakacchan O///O). He threw me on his bed and took off his shirt (author’s note: MMM HIS STOMACH I’M DROOLING ;w;). He pushed me down and went to the bathroom, when he came out he had no pants too!! I was surprised by his cream stick poking through his underwear. “Take off ur clothes baka” he huffed face very red. I pouted. “Make me Ba-Kacchan”. He growled ferally nd ripped mt clothes off my body. I gasped, pale Skin getting goosebumps. “There I made you” he said rolling his eyes. I blushed very hard. “Now let me show u what happens when you call me Ba-kacchan >:(“ (autho’rs note: *w* OMGOMGOMGOMG IT’S HAPPENING GUYSSS!! YOUR AUTHOR-CHAN IS SOOOO EXCITED!!!). He took off his Dog undies and I saw… A HUGE DING-DONG!!! He put it inside me and moved quickly. I moaned “OoOoOoOoOoOoOoHhHhHhHHHH Ka-Kacchan… go faster!!” He went faster, grumbling my name. After a bit he took his member out and Spat on me. “That’s why u don’t call me Ba-Kacchan Bitch”. I layed on his bed amd panted; legs too weak to stand up. He put his pants over his meat scepter and grinned at me. “I hope you learned your lesson Baka-Sarah”.

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Smut done :(((( Stay to read the rest tho!!!

I stayed in his house for 30 minutes before leaveing. “B-bye k-k-Kacchan” I stuttered. My legs were still wobbly. I went home and jumped on my bed dreaming of Kacchan railing me again ;). When I woke up I felt really sick and threw up in the bathroom. ‘Oh no……’ I thought. WAS I PREGANTE????? (author’s note: OOHHHHHHHHHHH DRAAAMAAAAA!!! Hehe it gets so exciting) I rushed to the store to buy a test, completely forgetting about my job as a Hero. I gasped at the test. ‘I’m… Perngant??’ I touched my belly. ‘I have Ba-kacchan’s baby in here…” ‘I have to call him’. I called and talked to him on the phone. “K-Kacchan” I stuttered “I got pragnent!” He gasped. “F*ck. Are u gonna keep it?” I gasped. “OF COURSE!!!!! I CAN”T KILL OUR BABY!!!!!!!!!” (author’s note: OMGEEEE THEY’RE FIGHTING 🥺🥺🥺) Kacchan sobbed. “I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR A KID!!” “YOU DON’T NEED TO, I CAN!!!! I DOUN’T NEED YOU ANYWAYS!!!!” I screamed, crying too. He left the call and I cried harder. Idk what to do with a BABY. He came to my house. He crossed his arms madly. “We need to kill the baby.” “NO I CAN’T DO THAT!!” I screamed (author’s note: OoOoOoOoOh THEY’RE GOING THRU IT!!!!!). “Why not????????” He pouted. His hands sparked. “THAT’S MURDER BA-KACCHAN!!!” My long Silky hair whipped around as I yelled up at him. He tried to hit my stomach, but I dodged and Froze him in placee. “DON’T HIT ME BAKA-KUGOU!!!!!!!!” I screamed. “STOP TYRING TO MURDER O U R CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He huffed. “I DON’T WANT A STUPID KID WITH A WHORE LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!” I gasped loudly. “I’M NOT A WHORE YOU’RE JUST A JERK!!!!!” He burst out of the ice and kissed me. “I don’t want a crusty crotch goblin to ruin our relationship” “He won’t I promise” I said blushing Red and patting my tummy. He sighed loudly. “Ok fine we can keep the cum droplet I just don’t wanna pay” I smiled “OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “So……. will you marry me?” I gasped suuuper loud “OF COURSE BAKUGOU!!!!! I LOVE U!!!”

TIMESKIP!!!!!!!! UwU I loveeee this story so far; hope u guys like it too ;3

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We ended up having 8 babys. I’m the #1 hero (author’s note: Deku is too baby to be a hero 🥺 I think Strong reader-chan is better for that >:3) and Kacchan is my sidekick. Our kids have the strongst quirks in the world!!!1!!! Ray Andy Mei Akira Bobby David & Deku Jr have explosion-Ice quirks, but Maya (author’s note: Maya is my faaavoriteeee UvU) has A SUPER POWERFUL ICE QUIRK (just like her mama)!!!!!! We lived a very happy nice life after that and had a ton of money!!

BONUS SMUT!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehe I wanted to do a lil extra ~spicy~ something as a reward for reading this far >wO

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Kacchan plugged me up with his thicc Pleasure Pump. I whined “KA-KACCHAN YOU’RE TOO BIG~” He didn’t listen and kept going pounding me into the wall. There was a collar around my neck (author’s note: K!NKYYYYYY~~~~~) and my Face was mushd into the wall. He kept going for quite some time until he hit something in me. I scREAMED “OOOOHHHHHH KACCHAN THAT’S ITtTtTTTTttttTTTT~~~” he grunted and pushed harder. His manhood felt so GOOOOOOD. (author’s note: I kinda want Bakugouwu to @#!% me if u know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) He did it until he Cummed; taking it out so we wouldn’t have more babys.

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HEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEEEE THAT WAS SO HOT *w*. ANYWAYSSS HERE’S AN AUTHOR-CHAN QnA!!!!!!!

Favorite food: BAKUGOU UwU

Favorite character: BBY DEKU!!!! He’s MINE get away Broke Uraraka >:((((

Favorite color: Anything but pink :/ soooo cringy

Favorite Anime: MY HERO OBV!!!

Ships: Me x my hero boysss 🤤 the girls are all dumb and gay is sin :^/

Next chapter????:

NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deku stared at us jelously. “I-I don’t understand… I…. I really like you Sarah-Chan!!! Why did u have to choose Kacchan 🥺” I looked at him sadly. “He got me pregnent Deku-chan I had toooo” He looked at Bakugou mad. “You took my crush away from me Kacchan…….” Kacchan yelled at him “SHE’S MINE SO BACK OFF BAKA-DEKUUUUU!!!!!!!!” Deku started cryeing and looked at me for help “She was supposed to be MY wife Mean Kacchan :(“ Bakugou laughed. “NO CHANCE LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The next chapter will be coming out sooooon :D I hope you guys liked!!!!! It’s gonna be so good and even a little smutty *o* n e wAys, catch all you lil reader-chan beans l8ter!!!

Last updated: April 1, 2016

[This is 100% a joke and not a real representation of my writing skills. Happy April Fools ;D]

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[kuromio]

Bakudeku x teen reader

It wasn’t a steep but big hill where most of your classrooms were laid. Most of your classes where far from each other so you often had to walk a good few minutes till you got to class.

But today some chickens had other plans for you. After your parents dropped you off that morning you went straight to one of those benches that were randomly placed around the school campus.

A few of your friends where already there waiting for you as you were behind there backs. Them getting freaked out by your visible appearance they jumped at the suddenly touch that landed on their skin.

“Hey bestie” you said as you bent down to where their eyes met yours as they turned around sweating nervously. “H-hey. I didn’t know you were here already.” They said as they calmed down a bit.

Sitting down on one of the empty seats in front of you, you took out your small plastic bottle of strawberry milk that you’ve gotten this morning at a local shop. Both of your friends staring at you vigorously they eyed the milk. “I’m your best friend right? Could I have a taste of that”

Your luck ran out as you wished you’d opened it at home instead. But because of your thirst you couldn’t wait and opened it at the worst timing possible.

The other friend who was constantly texting on their phone had finally got off staring at the other girl in front of them. “She’s obviously my best friend. You and your dirty mouth shouldn’t spit on her straw like that every time you drink out of her things. You don’t even know how to take a waterfall out of her water bottle.”

Both bickering at each other you looked to your left where your two parents where still in the car staring at the group. Walking up to the vehicle your green haired dad rolled down his window. Slouching down you gave him your strawberry milk as he placed it down in the cup holder. “There always bickering at each other, huh” he said as the ashy blond stared at the two friends.

You faked a drop of tear that rolled down your eye. “I just wanted my milk.”

Time skip to when you were walking to your period one class. Picking a seat in the back you slouched down and crossed your arms together waiting for the teacher to arrive and call your names out for attendance.

“Good morning class. I hope you all had a great weekend and spent it well.”

“Alright students, let’s begin our studies for today.”

The bell rang for recess as your teachers yelled out the pro hero’s will be on school campus the next day checking in on the school seeing if it’s presenting their child’s education properly.

Waiting for your friends on the tables again there was a chicken right next to you. Sweating nervously you scooted over to the next chair and then the next chair. Eyes staring into your soul as you got up from the seat. You started fast walking as the chicken followed you.

Making your way to a faster movement you started running. Not to long after your two friends showed up to where you often called it your “hang out spot” they spotted you running from a chicken.

Other students recording and laughing with their group of friends in the hallway as your friend yelled out “run Y/N, run.” “I’m trying but I won’t have enough stamina to continue, this hideous chicken started following me for no reason.”

You yelled out as your two friends also ran to catch the chicken.

Staff members from the office came by to see what all the ruckus and commotion was. Now everyone was watching you run away and your friends running toward the chicken.

“My daughter forgot her damn lunch in the car. Where the hell is she.” An ashy blond said staring daggers in to the women’s eyes. “Kacchan, don’t be so rude.” Tch the hero said as the lady told the two couples the school had recess.

Hand in hand as they walked down the open halls of their old middle school they heard laughter and screaming coming from a distance.

“RUN Y/N,RUN.” They heard it loud and clear as they both looked at each other and rushed to see what was going on.

Both pushing from the crowd of people they looked to see three kids running from a chicken. When they saw their daughter she was running and crying.

“USE YOUR QUIRK DUMBASS.” The friend called out.

The hero squinted his eyes. Thinking to himself “tch, know one else is supposed to call her dumbass exempt me.”

Suddenly the chicken stopped running towards the girl and both friends landed on each other right next to the chicken from the sudden stop.

“Get your dirty ass off of me, stupid.” “Well I can’t if you’re on me.” Again, both fighting as usual they felt an angry aura. Standing right in front of the two your eyes turned slowly.

Black covered half of your face as a star like shape formed the corner of your eye. Both scared like little cats running about. You smiled devilishly. “How many times am I going to tell you both to stop the fighting.”

You turned around as you crossed your arms. Both of your parents sweating from the sudden reaction. Even the chicken got scared and had those scared anime reactions. The chicken eventually ran away.

“Y/N , get your ass over here you for got your lunch again.”

Kids looking from a distance whispering and being shocked. You as well was most certainly shocked out of all the kids and teachers. They weren’t supposed to know you were the top hero’s daughter. Of course when you told you're friends they nearly freaked out.

“D-dad, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your patrol with papa?” You said with a loud but embarrassed tone. The number one hero grabbing the bag from his partner walking up to you. “You forgot your lunch again so we brought it to you. I know we weren’t supposed to show ourselves in front of the school yet but we were worried you wouldn’t have anything for lunch.”

“Yeah Y/N, your parents are being kind to you. Take the lunch.” You turned your head around and glared at them. “Watch it. Just because your my best friend-``''of course we’re your best friends. That’s why we must be good influences on you.” As your friend walked in the back of you and had one hand on your shoulder. Reaching for the lunch bag from your fathers hand she said her thanks and dragged you back to the table.

Just as you were about to sit down and start talking the bell cut you off and you had to go to your next class.

“Bye dad. I’ll see you later.”

Yayy, you’ve reached the end of the story. I hope you all liked this one, it was my first one shot so I tried to add details here and there. My weighting skills aren’t so great so if I see any corrections I’ll be sure to change a bit of what’s wrong.

Also I’m in a writing process of a todobakudeku x daughter reader. It’s hard to come up with one shots and have your own ideas now days but I’ll do my best to be creative.

And also just an FYI if anyone has any great one shot ideas then please comment one I’ll be sure to write a story about it and credit you for the idea.

Due to school reasons I won’t be active as much but I’ll be online during the weekends and when I’m not that busy and also if I have any motivation to continue doing so.

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Love you 🤎🧺👒

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[gallickingun]

can i get a 31 with baku? nsfw or sfw if possible? if not that’s okay, i just love how you write him!

a/n: we can get a lil spicy, darlin, i don’t mind! i hope you enjoy this one!! super spicy from the get go so, under the cut! 

ps, couldn’t decide between spicy stuff or edible stuff as the “something”, so i went a total curveball and chose blood! it’s not a lot, but just in case anyone is uncomfortable, i wanted to put the warning! also, there is a gratuitous use of the word bitch by katsu himself. just in case you don’t like that sort of thing. 

pps, oh god. we’re kinda doing a little breeding thing here. nothing crazy, lol, but some subtle stuff towards the end!! 

Prompt #31: “You’ve got something on your lip. Here, let me.”

Katsuki keeps you under his thumb for hours, it feels like. 

You’re sure at some point you stopped breathing or your eyes rolled back too far and they’re stuck. However, he does not let up long enough for you to care. Bakugou is heavy as he loiters over the top of you, knees on either side of you as he lays you out, bare as a baby.

“Kacchan,” you whimper, your head thrown back as his fingers probe at you again, teasing your nipples under his harsh touch. Bakugou chuckles, leaning back on his thick thighs to glower down at you, “Yeah, baby?”

You whine at the sound of his voice, your eyes screwed shut and your hands reaching out for something to touch. Your lips part for you to ask him something, but you choke when his hand encompasses the lower half of your face, palm covering your mouth as his fingers dig into your cheeks. Your head is thrust into the pillow, the heel of his palm near your ear so he can hold you down. His voice rings out in the room but you can’t see him, not with the way he has you pinned down.

“Hush, little one,” his tone is chilling, but it does the job. Your hips roll forward, thighs spread evenly for him to peer between, “I’ll tell you when we’re done, yeah? No complaining, baby girl, you wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

You’re nodding as enthusiastically as you can, hardly able to move from under his grip but trying nonetheless. You curl your hands around the sheets beside your hips, a whine dying out in your throat as tears gather in the corners of your eyes from sensory overload. He leans forward, just enough that his hard cock brushes your overstimulated clit, the jolt to the puffy nub making you cry out against his open palm.

“You think you’ll make it?” he teases you, starting to nudge his nose over your jugular. He whispers next, tongue finding your earlobe, “I love fuckin’ your pretty little pussy. You think you can turn it out for me one more time?”

You’re honestly not sure what number orgasm this is, your body stopped caring after the first few. He’s had you coming around his knuckles and his mouth, but not his cock, not yet. Bakugou runs his thumb over your jawline, mouth preoccupied with lavishing your chest. He hovers over your pert nipple, hot breath forcing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

So, when he repeats himself, you whimper into his hand and nod, tears running down your temples into your hair. He tilts his head, smirking down at you, “Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

You listen, irises blown wide as your knees knock against the mattress, pussy butterflied open so he can brush his knuckle into your slick with no issues. Your lips part and you lick over the seams of his palm, a cry muffled by his skin. His thumb touches your temple, wiping at the wetness caused by your tears. 

“What do you want?” he coos, mouth searching your throat for the perfect spot to bloom a bruise. “C’mon, baby girl, tell me what you want.”

His hand is still over your face, restricting your movements. He doesn’t move away to let you speak, so you start to babble into his hand, whining despite the inability to hear your words so they sound like nothing more than syllables strung together carelessly.

Bakugou nips at your jaw, forcing another whimper from your lips. Just as your mouth parts for the sound, he dips his middle finger directly into your heat, the squelching sound of your slick and his finger echoing against the walls. Your hips buck up into his hand, fists close to tearing holes in your sheets. He laughs at your movements, brow tugged as he watches you come undone.

Finally, his fingertips drag down your face, thumb pausing on your lower lip as you continue to beg for him, drool seeping out of either side of your mouth. His thumb brushes your swollen clit and you whine, clenching your thighs around his forearm to try and slow his motions so you can give your body a break.

“Let go,” his voice is curt, fingers stilling. When your thighs don’t immediately release him, a quirked-laced slap stings the curve of your thigh just below your ass. He’s glaring down at you when you finally manage to open your eyes, glassy orbs trying to take him in.

“P-Please, Katsu-I,” your words are cut by the feel of his palm slapping your thigh in the same spot. Your vision goes white, body arching away from him but knees releasing his elbow nonetheless.

“Did you think I was fuckin’ playin’?” Bakugou curls his finger into you, pulling out slowly so he can collect all of your slick, using it on himself while he yanks you forward by your hair. You squeak, pupils blown as you look him in the eye, the tip of his hardened cock brushing over your enflamed outer folds.

He smirks, tilting his head forward to capture your mouth in his, still playing with your entrance with the head of his dick. You’re unable to focus, all of the stimulus making your nerves stand on end, your mind hazy with a mixture of pleasure and fatigue.

“C’mon,” he whines sarcastically, imitating you when you’re at your most needy, “make out with me, babygirl, c’mon. Kiss me.”

“Suki, please.” 

He echoes your words back to you, holding you by the jaw with one hand while the other is still in your hair, “Suki please, Katsuki please, Kacchan please,” he laughs, the patronizing tone ringing like a taunt in your ears. “Please what, huh? What do you want, you pathetic little bitch?”

You’re trying desperately to touch him, kiss him, grab at him, whatever you can do. Your body is wanton for him, begging you to become one. You pout, looking up at him with watery eyes, “Please, wanna touch you?”

Bakugou hums as if considering you, eyes wandering all over your face to map out your features so he can remember this expression later. He nips at your lower lip, sucking on the flesh and rolling it between his teeth. You want to jerk your body but you’re afraid if you move too suddenly, he might break skin. 

However, any inhibition you have of sitting still is gone when he rams his cock cervix-deep into you, bottoming out on the first stroke. You cry out, your head pulling away from him just enough for his canine teeth to draw blood.

Your head is rested against the pillow, hands still shaking with the desire to paw at him like an animal. Your eyes water from the pain on instinct alone, but all you can focus on is the rhythm of his hips, the way he snaps up into you like you’re nothing but a little plaything, your body weightless in his grasp. Your lower lip hangs open, his hand in your hair the only thing keeping you upright. You keen, whining into the air loud enough that you’re sure the other side of the city can hear.

“Shit,” Katsuki’s hips stutter as his eyes make contact with the small cut on your mouth leaking blood. He tilts his head, trying to keep his rhythm as he builds the both of you to the crest of a wave. “You’ve got something on your lip.”

Before your tongue can dart out to take care of it, he stops you with a particularly violent thrust. Your eyes roll around in your head and your tongue lolls to the back of your throat as you begin to lose your peripheral vision, the overstimulation sending you closer to the cliff.

“Let me,” he grunts, kissing you square on the lips before dragging his tongue over the small crimson stream on the corner of your mouth. When he grazes the cut itself, it stings and you feel another round of tears settle in your lids. Bakugou kisses the spot where your lip is split, his irises softening when he glances at the cut.

His hips roll slower, as if seeing you injured, even in the slightest, makes him gentle. Bakugou brushes his thumb under your lower lip, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You clench around him, feeling the way his cock spasms as you tighten your walls, a little bit of your combined slick coating your thighs. Your throat bobs as you thrash underneath him, desperate for friction on every part of your body.

“Can you touch me?” Bakugou kisses a line down your jaw, breath heaving over your flushed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He sounds borderline whiney, “Wanna feel your hands on me, c’mon. Touch me.”

Doing as told, your hands are released from the wrinkled sheets, immediately finding his shoulders. You dig your hands into his muscled back, holding onto him so you can jut your hips forward to meet the base of his cock. His name is tumbling out of your lips again, the swell of your injury making your mouth heavier. 

“K-Katsu, I-I’m gonna-ah.” You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, knowing how he loves to brag to his teammates when you leave scratches and half-moon imprints all over his back.

Bakugou trails his hands down your thighs until he’s cupping your ass, yanking you harshly so he can hold you while he mercilessly drives into you. You swear he’s bruising your cervix, eyes crossed and body on hyperdrive as he forces you closer towards the crest of the wave of pleasure you’re both begging to ride. 

You’re squeezing his cock between the walls of your pussy when he feels himself hit the edge, barely able to hold himself off as he grunts out his next words, “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”

“Suki, please! Please come in me!” You’re scraping your nails down his back to try and keep him attached to you at the waist, your eyes bulging within their sockets. He tilts his head, considering you, “Yeah, what do you want?” 

“Fuck, ‘Su,” you whine at the feel of his bulging cock, ready to spill into you but he’s holding back, “p-please, wan’ you to fill me up with your come, wanna have your baby, Kacchan! C’mon, please, please! Please come in me, come in me now, please...” 

Bakugou curses, unable to contain himself anymore when he hears your sweet tone screaming out for him, begging for a part of him that he only wants to give to you. His cock twitches one last time before he’s filling you up, brushing his thumb over your clit to try and push you into another orgasm as well.

“N-No,” you’re shaking your head, one hand, the left one where your sparkling diamond ring catches the moonlight filtering in through the blinds, touching his wrist gingerly, “I-I’m okay, i-it hurts.”

Immediately he retracts from you, his protective instincts kicking in, “Shit, babe, fuck, I’m sorry.”

You swallow, the bruising cut on your lower lip more obvious now that he’s starting to come out of his haze. His thumb finds your wound, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘Suki, I’m okay,” you swallow the saliva building in your throat, “d-don’t leave me, not yet.”

He keeps his hips snapped into you, plugging you up and making you wince. He has one hand on your face, the other running his fingertips up and down your thigh in a soothing motion. After planting a kiss to your knee, he leans forward to kiss up your sternum to your lips, “Such a good girl, yeah? You did so good.”

“Hmm, thank you,” you manage, tired eyes threatening to close. “Always wanna be good for you.”

“I know.” Bakugou wraps an arm around your waist, “Gonna pull outta you now, alright?”

You brace yourself, but it still burns a little, your overstimulated organs begging for relief. You whine, turning your head so your face is cupped in his hand, eyes hidden behind his knuckles. Bakugou’s mouth is instantly on your face, soothing you as best he can. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and over your nose, hoping he can distract you from the busted lip and stinging between your thighs. The coolness of his matching golden ring on his left hand keeps you awake, keeps you on this plane with him instead of succumbing to sleep.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” his voice is in your ear, nose trailing down the column of your throat before tilting back so he can kiss your earlobe. “So fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Love you, Katsu’.” You lace one of your hands in his hair, the other anchored to his shoulder as you hold him close. His free palm ghosts over your stomach, his thumb brushing just under your navel. He’d never tell you, but it’s almost a ritual for him to touch you there after you’re finished for the night, as if he were willing an heir to his name into your belly.

Bakugou kisses between your brows, a smile on his face, “I love you too, now it’s time for bed.”

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GAH. IDK WHAT THE HECK THAT WAS. I’M SORRY IF YOU HATED IT. I MIGHT HAVE HATED IT. WE’LL SEE IF I LEAVE IT UP. 

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[miioouu]

bakugou

lilith male reader

x loner reader

save your tears

 adore you

kind of love 

the beach

x reader with scars

x smoker reader

the night after

x cheating but not really reader

x shawty tik tok prank

tattoo surprise

x nauseous reader

x childhood friends to lovers

x poc reader 

x getting caught making out with reader

x undertale male reader

demon baku  pt1 S   pt2    pt3 S    pt4

x reader with dark sense of humor

piano music

x hard working reader

x meeting reader’s bakulike father

x drunk reader

broken before prom

x seeing reader in swimsuit/lingerie

x doing kabedon on reader

x getting caught checking out reader

x kissing tickilish reader

why him out of all people

x artist reader

x sick and dead reader 

x reader with no self-confidence

x reader absorbed with work

x reader eating lemon rinds

x male reader with sword

x reader calling him kacchan

x latino male reader

x baking with reader

mother’s day

merfolk x reader

x reader with a fox quirk

x reader calling them ‘my hero’

x quirkless sibling

x reader who makes them laugh

x gamer reader

x reader with a mirko like quirk

x little space male reader

x popular reader on valentine

x male reader in the support depp

x animal crossing date

fantasy x reader

x male reader with a bulldog

cuddles

x tamaki s/o

x male reader in a cute outfit

cheating pt1 pt2 pt3 

x reader friend zoning them

not cheating

x male dojikko reader

dad x reader

x todoroki’s twin

x popular male reader

x secret relationship

x deku’s male ex

x holding hands with reader

ra

x getting hit by a baby quirk

x endeavor’s child

x all might’s child

x reader with a fake friend

jealous x reader

x insecure reader

x male reader in coma

isis

single father pt1  pt2  pt3 (bday special)  pt4 (fathers’s day)

x cute male reader who always gets love letters

khonsu

ihy

x catching reader doing something stupid

x kissing reader on their nape

x floating reader

x reader resting their head on someone else’s shoulder

x reader getting into a verbal fight

x reader with animal features

x butt dialing

x not so smart reader

x reader painting their nails

x reader who gets a scar on their face

x flirty reader

x monoma’s best friend

make up hickey 

x hickey prank

x trans male reader

after battle

drunk x reader

x reader who got their voice taken away

x dancer reader

x taller sunshine male reader

x reader with a rapunzel quirk

friends prank

x blind reader

x picking a fight with reader’s bully

x reader who’s affectionate to everyone but them

x reader beating him in arm wrestling

x reader who wants to impress them

x tsundere reader

x feminin male reader

x reader cleaning their face

x keeping a pic of the reader

x reader wearing something else than the skl uniform

close picture

x getting jealous of kota

x twitch streamer reader

x reader with social anxiety

x prankster reader

x vampire reader

x reader with a ghoul quirk

x 3rd year reader

x rich reader

x reader teaching them how to kiss

x meeting rich reader’s parents

x younger male reader who want to keep the relationship secret

x reader complaining about their mom

x fake dating

x male reader who’s like el diablo

family

first burn

streets

x aerial dancer reader

x reader drinking straight up lemon juice

x reader who keeps things down their bra

x reader who accidentally punches them

x korean reader 

x reader who doesn’t show their quirk

cuddly bullying 

glued

x reader that turned into a child

yours 

middle school couple

x reader with acne scars

x cool cheerleader 

can’t you be normal for a second 

x ghoul reader eating someone 

x crushing on a girl looking male reader

 xreader with a flat ass

xmean girl

xtough softie reader

the bidding 

x 90′s/00′s karaoke 

sitting in their lap

x reader getting an undercut

x exhausted reader

x reader almost burning down the house

drummer love

accident touch

fluffy movie date (ft deku)

x kenma like reader 

x reader with fangs

cramps

soft and sweet

x reader’s first relationship

x stripper reader 

i command you

heather 

undercover 

x creative reader 

affectionate 

x turkish reader

x demonic quirk 

x idol reader

x stripper reader 

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[makeste]

I'd love to read some Naruto analysis by you!

lol I might not be the best person to ask about this, tbh. Naruto happens to be one of the series I mentioned last week where I eventually stopped reading because of things related to the timeskip. it basically got to the point where I realized I was forcing myself to keep reading it, and that everything I had originally loved about it was basically gone. it had all of the problems I mentioned about timeskips -- characters splitting up (AND characters staying together, but us missing out on their development); fights becoming boring; the series becoming way darker and killing off more than a few characters for shock value; and the clumsiest attempt at a romance plot I can recall reading in a manga. I stopped reading it sometime around chapter 400 or so, which would have been around 2009 I believe. the series ultimately went on for another 300 chapters and didn’t end until late 2014, and I have little to no idea what went down in those chapters, and no real interest in ever going back to finish it. I’m not saying it was objectively bad, because I can hardly judge what I haven’t even read. but it just stopped having any type of appeal to me.

regarding Naruto and Sasuke’s relationship, the best way I can describe it (and be warned this is gonna get kind of long lol) for someone who’s unfamiliar with Naruto but knows BnHA, is that it’s basically Bakugou and Deku’s relationship, if both of them were orphaned at a young age, and in Bakugou’s case he was specifically orphaned by his evil older brother who murdered their entire family in front of him. and so Bakugou basically grew up being all “the FUCK is up with that, I am going to KILL THAT DUDE,” and so he went to ninja school to learn how to be a badass so that he could avenge his family. and meanwhile Deku went to ninja school because he was lonely and wanted to be Ninja President when he grew up so that people would finally want to be his friend. and so they both learned to become ninjas, and then they graduated at the ripe old age of Twelve and started ninja internships under ninja!Aizawa’s tutelage along with a badass girl ninja whom ninja!Deku had a massive crush on even though she herself was not-so-secretly crushing on ninja!Bakugou.

and even though ninja!Bakugou and ninja!Deku didn’t get along at first, they started doing all of the usual Rival Things like competing with each other over who is better at running up trees sideways, and their relationship gradually got a little bit better. and then ninja!Bakugou all of a sudden saved ninja!Deku’s life OUT OF NOWHERE (like this boy really had his own “my body just moved on its own” moment all of 27 chapters into the series) and nearly died, and ninja!Deku went into rage mode because of it, and so that was awesome. and so it basically went on like this, with both of them continuing to do rival things like egging each other on to become stronger and talking about how much they want to fight each other and stuff. all that good shit.

anyways though, but where it started to go south was when ninja!Bakugou, much like actual!Bakugou, eventually caught the attention of one of the villain characters who started being all “HEY KID, JOIN ME AND I’LL HELP YOU BECOME STRONG ENOUGH TO KILL YOUR BROTHER.” and at first of course ninja!Bakugou was all “wtf, no”, which, good. BUT THEN it all really started to go to shit when ninja!Bakugou’s Evil Brother came back to town because he wanted to kidnap ninja!Deku, but ninja!Bakugou found out about it and was all “OH HELL NO” and went and found his bro to try to kill him. but seeing as ninja!Bakugou’s brother was one of the strongest characters in the series, and ninja!Bakugou was LITERALLY A CHILD, to make a long story short the Evil Brother basically kicked his ass and was all “nyah nyah nyah what’s up with that you’re still so weak” and subjected him to a little hypno torture session for good measure.

and so basically, ninja!Bakugou spiraled into a mental funk and eventually was all “I GUESS I’D BETTER GO FIND THAT VILLAIN FELLOW AFTER ALL” and RAN AWAY TO GO BECOME EVIL. and ninja!Deku found out about it and went after him and they had a HUGE DRAMATIC FIGHT, but ultimately ninja!Deku lost, and ninja!Bakugou knocked him out and spent some time staring at him sadly and longingly in the rain before shuffling off. and basically after that is when the timeskip happens, and ninja!Deku and ninja!Bakugou spend three years training and then at that point ninja!Bakugou’s character starts to go completely off the rails and he’s out here genuinely trying to kill all of his old friends for Reasons, and at that point I was basically done with him and it was a whole big “YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE, YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BRING BALANCE TO THE PLOT, NOT LEAVE IT IN DARKNESS” thing, and I eventually just quit out of annoyance lol. smdh.

anyway so yeah. and after that I don’t really know too much about what happens. they basically have a whole Star-Crossed Enemies thing going on where ninja!Deku keeps trying to turn ninja!Bakugou back to the good side, even after he literally declares war on their entire country and kills a bunch of people lmao. and it’s supposed to be inspiring I guess, because he never gives up on his friend no matter what. and I think eventually it does turn out all right, or at least bittersweet, from what I’ve gleaned.

but I’m not gonna lie, for me everything I loved about the series was in that pre-timeskip relationship that the two of them had. and honestly, BnHA is such a fix-it in so many ways that I sometimes wonder if Horikoshi (who also grew up on Naruto, millennial that he is) didn’t feel the same way about it. like, there are almost specific things about it that he goes out of his way to “fix.”

first and foremost, unlike Sasuke, Kacchan point-blank refuses to join up with the villains who try to recruit him. still one of my favorite parts of the series honestly. this one specific plot is so reminiscent of where it all started to go wrong in Naruto, and Horikoshi subverts the shit out of it. there’s all this buildup to it, and everyone is all “oh shit is Bakugou really going to turn evil??”, and then when the moment finally happens, Bakugou doesn’t consider their offer for a second. there is no doubt in his mind. he’s a hero, end of story. there’s so much conviction in him, so much determination. god I just love it so much.

Naruto and Sasuke also have their version of a Therapy Fight, pre-timeskip, in which Sasuke challenges Naruto to a fight because he needs to prove to himself that he’s not weak. Sasuke is clearly hurting during this battle (this is just after his encounter with his Evil Brother, and I mean the fight literally takes place on the rooftop of the hospital he was recuperating in), but unlike Deku, Naruto never takes any notice of this. and unlike Bakugou, Sasuke keeps his feelings all bottled up inside him, and so basically they both just get swept up in the Rivalry and wind up nearly killing each other. and again just like in BnHA, Naruto and Sasuke’s fight also gets interrupted by one of their teachers; but unlike All Might, Naruto and Sasuke’s teacher doesn’t give them any sage mentor advice or make sure that the two of them are in a good headspace afterwards. and as a result Sasuke leaves that same fucking night to go join up with the villains. basically it’s almost the exact same Shounen Rival Throwdown, but with completely opposite outcomes. it’s almost uncanny.

and last but not least, unlike Kishimoto, who gives Sasuke his “sacrificing himself to save his rival” moment barely half a year into the series and then basically never refers to it again, Horikoshi spends almost 300 chapters building up to Bakugou’s own version of that moment, so that when it finally happens, it feels earned. not to say that I don’t like the Sasuke moment in chapter 27 of Naruto, because twenty years down the line and it’s still honestly one of my favorite scenes. but I do think Horikoshi’s version of it was ultimately much more satisfying. when Sasuke saves Naruto’s life, you get the sense that he was conflicted as to why he did it. but when Bakugou makes the sacrifice play for Deku’s sake, he knows exactly why he’s doing it, because he’s spent the last 285 chapters going through all of that character development and realizing that Deku is important to him, and realizing that he wants to atone for how he treated him. and so to me that moment is all the more meaningful because of it. definitely a highlight of the series.

anyway, so I’m not sure any of that actually counts as analysis lol, but there you go. fwiw, pre-timeskip Naruto (pre-Shippuuden I should say, although the manga never really made a distinction like the anime did) was and is still one of my all time favorite series. but to my mind BnHA is an improvement on it in almost every way, and with the BakuDeku relationship in particular it’s almost wish fulfillment lol. finally I get to see this childhood-friends-turned-rivals relationship play out the way I always wished it had. that’s basically what I mean when I say it feels like therapy lol. anyways it’s good stuff.

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[vangoghmusings]

Hi! Can I request a todoroki x fem! reader x bakugou where the two guys both like reader, but she’s super oblivious! of course bakugou is mad at Todoroki and wants him to back off but todoroki is just calm and gentlemanly towards reader. Lots of competitiveness (and maybe ft. endeavor’s credit card LOL) and class 1-a thinks the love triangle is hilarious! Thank you so much!

a/n: hello!! i love this request oh my god,, and thanks again for being so patient 💓 sorry if it’s a little long, i just missed writing!!

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When Shoto asked you to hang out, it came to you as a surprise. The stoic boy always seemed so focused on school. You complied and said yes, it could be fun to leave the dorms at walk around the city.

“Oi, Y/N-chan!”

You whipped your head around to see your class mate Katsuki, hands crossed over his chest and a slight scowl.

“Yes Kacchan?”

He rolled his eyes at the stolen nickname and slung his book bag over his shoulder, walking to you. You had dismissed from your last class of the day and were packing up.

“Let’s hang out sometime.”

You chuckled and grabbed your bag before facing him. He wasn’t one to give out such offers and be so forward.

“Is this a joke?”

You walked past him and into the hall, a growl emitting from his chest as he followed behind you.

“No dumb ass, I actually want to take you-“

Your phone buzzed and you held your finger up to the blond’s face, telling him to be quiet, he returned the action with a glare.

Your screen displayed that Shoto was calling you so you quickly unlocked it to answer.

“Todoroki-kun! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello Y/N-Chan, I just wanted to make sure we’re still on for the movie and dinner tonight.”

“Yes!” You chirped, ignoring how close Katsuki was to you, leaning down to try and eavesdrop on the conversation. “Who else is coming with us?”

There was a pause on Shoto’s end.

“J-Just us.”

“Oh okay! Sounds good, we agreed on 7 o’clock right?”

“Yes.”

“Okie dokie! I’ll meet you in the common area then! Later Sho-kun!”

You hung up and turned to Katsuki, tucking your phone into the waist band of your uniform.

“Sorry about that! Todoroki-kun wanted to make sure we were still on for tonight.”

Katsuki furrowed his brows and looked down at you.

“What do you mean.”

You laughed softly and pushed his side playfully.

“Exactly what you think it means. We’re just hanging out.”

Katsuki’s eye twitched and he let out an annoyed ‘tch’. You sighed and stepped in front of him. “Don’t get all mad at me for hanging out with him just because you don’t like him. I’m allowed to have more than one friend.”

“Friends,” He mumbled and shoved his hands into his pockets. “What are you and icy-hot doing anyway?” He asked with slight disdain in his voice.

“Just dinner and a movie,” You chirped, turning the corner to the dorm halls.

Katsuki stopped in his tracks and stared at you.

“What?” He growled. You rolled your eyes at his dramatics and kept walking.

“Dinner and a movie Kacchan, jeez have you ever hung out with a friend before?”

“That doesn’t sound like hanging out to me,” He grumbles. You raised a brow at him.

“Then what does it sound like?”

Before he could answer, a cheery Tsu hopped your way.

“Tsu-chan!” You beamed at your best friend.

“Y/N-chan!” She replied smiling up at you. “Want to go study for the quiz in Hero Law?”

You sweat dropped and nodded.

“Oh crap I totally forgot! Yes, thanks for reminding me!” You turned to Katsuki and have him a wave before heading off with Tsu to study.

“Bakugo-kun looked upset, is he okay?” She asked, peering up from under her bangs. You shrugged and entered her room after she opened the door, hopping on her incredibly comfy, hibernation perfect bed.

“I don’t know, he seemed a little ticked off to know I’m hanging out with Sho-kun tonight.”

Tsu nodded and sat on the floor in front of you.

“What are you guys doing?”

“Dinner and a movie.”

Tsu blinked and stared at you. She was quite surprised that Shoto had actually made a move after all this time. It wasn’t a secret to the class that Shoto had a thing for you. And it was also painfully obvious that Katsuki did too.

“That’s a date Y/N-chan.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes, “Yeah right, if it was a date then he would’ve said so.”

Tsu shook her head and sighed in response. Your obliviousness was too much to bare at times. It was clear who they felt about you. The two boys were quite competitive with each other to begin with, but this was a whole different ball game.

Shoto would prepare your bento-box lunch in the morning, always having it ready before you could even complain that he made you lunch again. Katsuki would offer to train with you, offering you combat advice, but it usually ended with the two of you laughing and drinking chocolate milk in recovery. Those were the subtle moments, other actions, not so much. You viewed it as simple competition between rivals, but the class new better. Those boys were head over heels for you and desperate for your attention. The day you fell asleep in class, Shoto swiped your notebook and wrote all of your missing notes for you before you could wake up. Because of this, Katsuki offered to help you study. But you had already agreed to study with Tsu and Momo. Shoto has won that round.

The day you forgot your umbrella for the field trip and Katsuki gave you his hoodie was a major win against Shoto.

To you it was just your class mates being kind, but your obliviousness has begun to be a running joke to your other peers. Kirishima always seemed to be teasing Katsuki about something and Deku was always throwing Shoto thumbs ups across the class room. You saw cute friendships, they saw hypemen and wingmen.

Once you finished studying and thanked Tsu for her help, you changed your clothes and slipped on your shoes to meet Shoto in the common area. He said it was a nice restaurant and your stomach growled at the idea of expertly made soba. You looked in the mirror at your dress and adjusted the laces of your sneakers before grabbing your purse and walking out.

“Sho-kun!” You chirped at the duo-toned haired boy as you walked towards him. He wore slacks and a sweater, a turtleneck peeking underneath. He cheeks grew red at the sight of you. It was rare for you dress in more than just leggings and a t-shirt when you out of your uniform.

“Y/N-Chan,” he sighed almost dreamily. You smiled at him brightly.

There were a few other students in the common area at this time. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, Deku and Katsuki were seated at the coffee table playing a card game. Yet it seemed to come to a pause when you walked in the room. Deku and Kirishima looked at each other with a worried expression. Sero and Denki beamed in anticipation for the drama that was about to unfold. And Katsuki was already up on his feet and headed towards you.

Shoto blinked out of his daze and looked at the angry blond charging towards him. You turned to see what he was looking at, only to be faced with a fuming Katsuki.

“Oh Kacchan, are you winning the card game?” You smiled kindly.

“No!” Kaminari snickered.

You giggled as Katsuki turned around to shout profanities at the yellow haired boy. He huffed and looked back at you. Shoto standing behind watching the interaction with narrowed eyes.

Katsuki’s eyes were contemplative and anxious, and his words explained why.

“You look really pretty.”

You blinked, heat rising to your face.

“O-oh thank you Kacchan,” you smiled at the unexpected compliment.

“Did you tell her she looks pretty?” Katsuki snarled, glaring at Shoto.

“Well I was going to-“

“Your don’t have to Sho-kun,” you said, uncomfortable from the situation unfolding infront of you. Shoto stepped past you and towards Katsuki.

“Well,it’s obvious why she looks so pretty. She’s going out with me tonight.” A slight smirk crept on Shoto’s lips as Kaminari and Sero let out an “ooooooo”.

“Shut up you half and half piece of-“

“OKAY!” You laughed nervously and stepped in between the two boys. They looked like they were steaming enough to cause the smoke alarms to go off. You pressed your hands against their chests and pushed distance between them.

“Both of you thats enough. I get it, I don’t look like the usual photo I do when I wear my sweats, but there’s no need to get all riled up.”

The boys with the card game sighed, your obliviousness taking hold once again. You pulled your hands away and looked up at Shoto.

“Ready to go? I don’t want to be late for the movie.”

He removed his glare and his face was filled with newfound softness. He nodded and gently took your hand in his. The unexpected gesture caused you to giggle at Shoto’s chivalry but it nearly made Katsuki blow the boy up to ash.

You waved at your friends and walked out with Shoto, swinging your hands and asking if they could order an appetizer at the restaurant. Which he replied to with an of course because Endeavor’s credit card was tucked happily inside of his wallet.

Katsuki glared as he watched the two of you walk out from the window. He growled, his gaze never ending. He was filled with rage and envy as he watched you jump excitedly and laugh.

“I’m going to ask Y/N-chan out for real and then I’m going to kill that icy-hot bastard.”

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Put Me Down! | BakuDeku

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Izuku Midoriya was a rather strong man, having worked exceptionally hard to gain his defined muscles and stamina; something he'd only had for a little under two years now. Everyday he worked just as hard, sometimes harder, than the last just to keep his strength and build- to get stronger and stronger.

Because of this, it was really no surprise that he'd been able to pick up his boyfriend with ease.

Katsuki was startled when he felt a hand go under his knees, another wrapping around his torso; he flinched slightly before yelling at the culprit. "Who the fuck-?!"

His friends, though he'd never call them that, only laughed at his reaction as they had seen the culprit stealthily sneak behind Bakugo before picking him up bridal style.

"Damnit, Deku!" The angry (and cute) blond screamed once he realized who exactly the culprit was; his beloved boyfriend. He cheeks flushed slightly and he willed the color to leave. "Put me down, ya damn nerd!"

Midoriya chuckled, making no move to put the other down. The greenet had took notice of Bakugo's pink tinted cheeks, knowing he was blushing against his will. He smiled lovingly- and teasingly- at the blond.

"Aww, but Kacchan! You look so cute all flustered like this!" Izuku exclaimed, enjoying when the blush on his boyfriends cheeks turned a darker pink; almost red. Bakugo growled at him.  "You're so adorable, babe! I just wanna cover you in kisses!"

"Shut up, ya damn deku! I am not flustered! Now put me the fuck down!" The blond screamed again, his rage only growing as he heard his friends, members of the Baku-Sqaud, laugh.

Despite all of Bakugo's cursing, he really didn't mind being held by his lover- though he, of course, would never admit it; public affection wasn't something the angry boy was used to and he was never sure how to react to it.

"You can't be that bothered by me holding you, babe," Deku pointed out, interrupting his boyfriends thoughts. He kissed the tip of Bakugo's nose; a few members of the Baku-Sqaud cooed. "You're not even trying to move away."

Katsuki huffed, another growl escaping his lips. "Fucking put me down, nerd."

A blush was still evident on Bakugo's cheeks; rage was still evident in his voice.

Izuku started to feel bad. He knew public affection was still something the other was getting used to and he hoped he hadn't crossed any lines; he just wanted to tease his lover a little bit, but he'd stop immediately if Bakugo seemed uncomfortable. He did.

Setting the blond down and onto his feet, opting instead to take his hand into his own, Midoriya mumbled a quick apology; Katsuki didn't reply, his only response being a small squeeze to Deku's freckled hand.

The Baku-Sqaud seemed to notice the change in atmosphere, different members making random excuses to leave; they cared about their leader no matter what, even when he insulted them- they knew he had a weird way of showing emotions.

Katsuki and Izuku both understood what their friends and classmates were doing, silently thanking the group. Well, Izuku did more then a silent thanks, throwing a small, sincere smile in the direction of his boyfriends friends; they all smiled back, Denki even gave a quick thumbs up, before leaving.

After the Baku-Squad left, Midoriya quickly pulled his boyfriend into a comforting, love filled hug while muttering apologizes left and right, going onto another one of his famous mumbling tangents. Bakugo only hugged Izuku back, rubbing small circles into the middle of his back; he just wanted the greenet to calm down.

"I'm so sorry, Katsi! I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!" Katsuki smiled softly at the nickname, leaning to Izuku's ear. "It's alright, Deku. You didn't make me uncomfortable. Now stop apologizing, ya nerd."

"Sorry..." Izuku immediately realized what he said as he pulled away and his eyes widened. He chuckled awkwardly as Bakugo glared at him, though no malice was behind it. "Whoops?"

Katsuki gave his boyfriend a look that said 'really?' before speaking. "You wanna fucking fight, nerd?"

Deku supressed a giggle.

"Really, babe?" Bakugo raised his eyebrow. "What? You're the one disobeying me!"

"Katsi, you can't solve all your problems by trying to fight me."

"Trying? The fuck you mean 'trying'? I can and will and do fucking fight you! All the goddamn time!"

Izuku sighed. "That's my point. Fighting doesn't solve everything!" He paused, before continuing. "Though it does help you down and take control of your emotions, which is a good thing. Bottling up your emotions all the time, which I know you do quite often, isn't good for your mental health. If fighting is what helps you release all your pent up anger and suppressed emotions, then I want you to do just that- which usually means fighting me. And I'm okay with that! I'll gladly spar with you if it'll help, and like I said, it does so..."

Midoriya trailed on, once again not realizing he was mumbling, again.

"Deku." Bakugo tried to get his lovers attention, to no avail.

"Midoriya." Nothing.

"Izuku." Nope.

"Izu, babe." He kept trying.

"Fucking- Deku!" He raised his voice this time- well, more than it already was.

"Damn nerd!" Bakugo yelled, finally getting Izuku's attention. "Shut the fuck up!"

The mumbling stopped.

"We don't have to fight. Not now, anyway. Later, definitely." Katsuki ran his calloused fingers through his hair.

"Huh-? Why not?" Izuku's eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. "I thought you wanted to fight?"

Bakugo sighed, slightly shaking his head. "Not anymore. Now let's go." Grabbing his wrist, Kastuki dragged the greenet into the elevator and to the previous' dorm room; he pulled Midoriya inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.

"Katsi?" Izuku questions as he hears the door click. Turing around, he's immediately pushed atop Bakugo's bed; he lets a small shriek as he lands on his back, before realizing how quiet the blond had become. "Babe? You okay?"

Katsuki only crawls into his bed, curling up on top his boyfriend; his head lays against Izuku's chest, arms wrapping around the greenet who in turns wraps one of his own arms around the blond. His other arms moves towars Katsuki's hair, which Midoriya runs his scarred fingers through; the soft, dirty blond locks feel heavenly to touch and Izuku hums in content as they make contact with his hand.

Bakugo can feel his boyfriends chest vibrates as he hums, a slight, soft smile ghosting his lips. His eyes start to flutter close as he grows sleepy, struggling to stay awake; Izuku notices this, beginning to rub his boyfriends back.

Katsuki almost purrs before his breath evens out.

Smiling to himself, Izuku closes his deep green eyes, whispering an "I love you" to his now asleep boyfriend, soon falling asleep as well.

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[fizzychocolatemilk]

The Sun Prince, the Huntsman, and a Cottage in the Woods (Prologue Part 1)

Part 1 of 3 of the prologue of my bakudeku Snow White AU! This chapter isn’t completely finished yet, but I plan to post the full chapter on AO3 either tomorrow or Saturday (most likely Saturday). I’ll put the link on this post after it’s up on there. I plan to post part 2 tomorrow regardless (it’s already finished), so you can wait a few days a read the whole chapter on AO3 or read it part by part here. But without further ado...

Update: AO3 link is here.

The sunlight streamed through the leafy green trees, lighting the way as two little boys ran and laughed their way through the woods. The slightly taller, slightly older boy was Katsuki Bakugou, while the slightly smaller, slightly younger boy was Izuku Midoriya. The boys were best of friends...but only while they were in the woods.

You see, Katsuki Bakugou was keeping a secret. In reality, he was the crown prince of the Bakugou kingdom and the beautiful son of the also beautiful, yet vain and power-hungry Queen Mitsuki. At the age of three Katsuki’s mother had stopped paying attention to him, leaving him in the care of various butlers and nannies that fawned over their adorable young prince. At the age of five the novelty had worn off, the staff had been subject to the prince’s tantrums for two years and they no longer fawned over the still young prince. At the age of five Katsuki was left alone...and while alone he crept out of the palace and into the surrounding forest for what would be the first of many times.

As for Izuku Midoriya, he was the son of a humble psychic and healer, Inko. His father had left the world serving the kingdom as a drafted knight when Izuku was very young, but Inko worked hard to maintain her and her son’s existence, with the help of the other kind people in their village near the castle. Inko taught Izuku how to read and navigate the forest from the time he learned to walk. So by the time he was five, he could safely play in the forest by himself and still be home in time for dinner.

The first time the boys met was a day that changed their lives. Izuku had been playing in the forest, minding his own business, when he heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. As his mother told him many times previously, he grabbed the largest stick he could see near him (one about the size of his torso and the perfect diameter for him to grasp comfortably). He held it like a sword, and slowly turned towards the noise. He creeped forward bit by bit, until he was about a foot away from the bushes, when a boy emerged. 

The boy was dirty, like he had been through the hardships of the forest, but he still grinned at Izuku. He was blonde, though it was hard to tell with the dirt, and he had fierce red eyes, which reminded Izuku of the village bonfires that he loved to visit with his mother. But the boy wasn’t quite as nice as the homey and kind atmosphere of the bonfires, “Are you challenging me, peasant?! I’ll rip ya’ thwoat out!” 

Izuku took a few steps back from the strange boy. “NO! This isn’t a challenge! I thought you might have been a dwangwous animal! I was just pwotwecting myself!”

The blonde boy huffed, his lips forming a cute pout on his chubby face. “‘M not a stupid animal! What’s your name, peasant?”

Izuku had been told many times not to give his name to strangers. Even though the dirty boy looked to be around his age, and therefore a potential friend for the lonely greenet, he still gave him a fake name so as not to get into any extraneous trouble. “Deku. M’ name’s Deku. Wa’s yours?”

Katsuki thought for a moment. He could put Deku in his place. Tell him that he shouldn’t cross him because he’s a prince—but that wouldn’t be very smart. Deku would treat him differently just because of his status, just like everyone else in the stupid palace. No. He was definitely better off giving Deku a fake name and making sure that his status stayed hidden. Most of all, Katsuki wanted a friend. Someone who he could play and share with. Crown Prince Katsuki Bakugou couldn’t have that, but maybe…“Kacchan. M’name’s Kacchan,” Kacchan could have friends too.

Thus started the years where they were best friends. While Kacchan and Deku were in the woods, nothing else mattered. For Izuku, the loneliness of his lack of friends and a father didn’t exist. For Katsuki, his status as prince and his absent mother didn’t matter for a moment. To them, those five years were perfect. But of course...happiness can never last forever. Eventually children have to grow up.

That’s it for today! Part 2 of the prologue will be up tomorrow. See you then!

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[kiribakuhappiness]

Strawberries Were the Fucking Worst

by KiriBakuHappiness

KrBkMonth2020 - Day 1 Prompt; Strawberries!

Read under the cut!

This was such fucking bullshit.

Katsuki glared at the mechanical crane as it clenched around his squishy reward and started lifting it from the haphazard pile of stuffed animals and badly scuffed pre-packaged gadgets. The lights from the claw machine whirred silently, flashing obnoxious colors of bright ass blue and neon pink and blinding yellow. He watched with growing agitation and dissatisfaction as the crane swayed dangerously over the hole before dropping the embarrassing excuse of a consolation prize out to him.

“Tch.” Fucking bullshit.

He’d been playing this game for close to twenty minutes now, trying and pathetically failing to snag the headphones near the back of the tank. He would have even preferred nabbing that stupid fucking dragon plushie with the ridiculously bulging eyes or that dumb little keychain of a bomb with an explosion over this piece of shit.

Scowling, Katsuki snatched up the soft toy from the machine, squeezing it as hard as he could between his fingers.

What the fuck even was it? A fucking strawberry? What kid in the entire universe has ever looked at a strawberry and thought to themselves, hm, I’d love to fucking cuddle the shit out of that bitter ass ball of jaw-aching natural sugars. Strawberries were the fucking worst. And now Katsuki had a dumbass plushie of one.

It grinned up at him with a crooked, badly stitched on smile and the dumbest set of crossed eyes Katsuki’s ever seen. He couldn’t really help but snort unattractively at how fucking stupid this thing looked. Jesus fucking Christ. What a horrible end to a horrible day.

Katsuki grumbled as he turned his back on the claw machine – because what a fucking waste of time and money – before he started out of the arcade. A gaggle of pre-teens took one look at the red atrocity clutched in his hand and they giggled so repulsively that it made Katsuki grimace and hunch in further on himself, drawing his shoulders up to his ears defensively. He shot them a heated glare that had them squirming before he disappeared out into the night.

He stopped on the sidewalk and took a deep breath of the cool, damp air.

He hadn’t really wanted to go out tonight, but fuck, the idiots back at the dorms were being especially loud and annoying and he’d just wanted to get away from all of that unnecessary chaos. He didn’t know how Kirishima could stand being around them for longer than a few hours. He could stand Tape-Face on a good day, he supposed, and sometimes Pinky didn’t totally piss him off, but stick them all together and let Pikachu fucking rile them all up over stupid bullshit to the point where they’re all screaming and Katsuki just has to fucking get out of there before he explodes them all – which, according to Kirishima, he’s not allowed to do for some reason.

It’d been a horrible fucking day.

Between his mother calling him at the ass-crack of dawn before classes to bitch about the fact that he hadn’t been home in months, him snapping at Kirishima because of the residual frustration in his chest resulting in the pouting red-head to practically avoid him for the rest of the day, and the way he’d almost failed his test that afternoon – Katsuki was wound up fucking tight. Close to snapping, even.

So, he’d done the only thing he really knew how to do. He’d gotten on the bus and trekked his ass down to his favorite arcade.

It was reflex at this point to find himself at the arcade when he was stressed the fuck out. He’d been going there since he was a kid; Deku trailing behind him and whining some dumbfuck nonsense like, but Kacchan, this is a big kid’s arcade, they don’t want us here. As though Katsuki didn’t already know that. As though he hadn’t felt the annoyed glares and aggravated side-eyes of all the edgy fucking teenagers rounding on the pair of them after Katsuki had confidently waltzed inside.

He just hadn’t cared about them the way Deku had. He hadn’t been scared. What the fuck were they going to do? Beat him up? They’d never be allowed back into the arcade if they did that. Katsuki had been too smart for his own good at that age, because he was right. Apart from a few mean snickers and well-placed glowers of distaste, nobody bothered them or said anything as they clambered into the too-big seats of some racing game that he was sure was still operational, even this many years later. It wasn’t worth getting banned over just to pick on a couple of kids.

The arcade had become his sanctuary.

He found himself there a lot – after a heated argument with his mother, or when the world just felt too fucking loud, or when he thought he was losing control and he needed to reset himself. Restart. Replay.

He’d always been good at video games. Playing them helped develop his incredible hand-eye coordination, which also helped with his quirk, and the more violent video games stirred the creative part of his brain into coming up with more ideas for ultimate moves and new ways to blow shit up. He’d even go as far to say that playing video games was similar to training for him, though his mother would scoff and roll her eyes if he ever said that shit out loud.

But he hadn’t really been thinking about any of that when he’d barreled across the threshold into the arcade earlier that night. He’d just wanted a distraction. He’d just wanted to sit and tap vigorously at some dumbass buttons and maybe win a fucking prize.

Which, in the end, he supposed he had accomplished exactly that.

He glared down at the stupid fucking strawberry still grasped in his right hand before he huffed and started back towards the buses that would take him up to campus. He knew, realistically, that he could throw the damn thing away. He could even just set it down on the sidewalk and walk away from it, if he really wanted to. Some snot-nosed kid or homeless dog or some shit would probably find it and make it their own. But he had won it, even if it was fucking stupid, so he just balled it up as much as he could to try and save some of his dignity as he flashed his UA ID to the bus driver and meandered to sit in the very back of the bus.

He’d always preferred the buses at night. They weren’t as crowded and the air conditioner was always on, making it cold enough and uncomfortable enough that most people elected to walk wherever they were going if they could.

Plus, he always got to see some really weird ass shit and he fucking loved it.

Like tonight. Seated a few rows away from him was a man sitting casually, limbs sprawled out all over the place, with his shirt slung over his shoulder as he bobbed his head along to music that he wasn’t even listening to. Like, who fucking does that? What a weirdo. Where was he even coming from? Why was he shirtless? What song was he muttering and gesturing his hands around wildly to that Katsuki wasn’t privy to hear? Didn’t he see Katsuki sitting there? Or did he really just not care? It was fucking wild.

He reached into his pocket and slid his phone out before he discreetly tried to angle it so that he could take a picture of the guy. He made sure his flash was off and he waited until they were passing under a streetlamp so he could really capture the effect of this funky ass dude just chilling in a pair of shorts and nothing else in the middle of the night.

He texted the picture to Kirishima, like he always did when he found something weird happening out in public. Which was pretty much any time he walked outside the gates of UA into civilization, honestly. People were always doing weird ass shit.

 Bakugou Katsuki [9.38pm]: Image-Attachment297.jpg

Another fucking weirdo

 He stared down at his phone, rubbing his thumb absentmindedly over the power button and waiting for Kirishima to answer. He always came back with something dumb and amusing. Like that time Katsuki had sent him a picture of some woman dressed like a mermaid on roller-skates and Kirishima had said something hilariously stupid like, Maybe she’ll roll off the peer and just splash into the water. Never to be seen again. Like, what the fuck even was that mental image? Katsuki had cackled for about five minutes straight just thinking about that dumb woman speeding her way along only to yeet herself off into the water and ‘return home’ or some shit.

He frowned down at his phone when a few minutes ticked by and he didn’t get an answer. What was Kirishima doing? Katsuki figured he was probably still hanging out with the other idiots, but even then, he usually texted back. Was he still trying to avoid him or something?

Katsuki sighed through his nose and shoved his phone away, gripping tighter to the strawberry plushie in his lap.

He wasn’t very good at friendship. Fuck, he knew that he wasn’t. He wasn’t some oblivious idiot. He knew he was a lot to handle, and he knew sometimes he blew up about shit he probably didn’t fucking need to blow up about and his doctor has been worried about his blood pressure for as long as he could fucking remember. But he wasn’t used to Kirishima avoiding him like this. He was usually more resilient than that.

Katsuki scowled at the dumb toy.

Kirishima would probably like this stupid thing. He’d say something about how it matched his hair or whatever. Dumb fuck would probably even keep it on his bed. He’d probably be pretty fucking happy if Katsuki gave it to him… Right?

His fingers gripped harder as he chewed on the inside of his cheek. He wasn’t very good at friendship. He didn’t know what it all entailed. Sure, he’d had friends before. He wasn’t a fucking loser. But they had all sucked. They were shit at video games and they were fucking stupid as all hell and they always grated on Katsuki’s last nerves.

But Kirishima wasn’t like that.

He kicked ass at video games. And he wasn’t annoying. And Katsuki supposed he liked how shamelessly the big oaf threw himself on top of him; arm slung tight around his neck and that stupid beaming smile of his fucking blinding him. He was always warm. Plus, Kirishima was strong, like he was. It was really fucking cool that Katsuki could literally howitzer the motherfucker and he’d still be standing, grinning like a dumbass and yelling something like, Did you see that? Did you see me?

As if Katsuki didn’t always see him. As if Katsuki wasn’t always looking.

Maybe that was weird.

Maybe that was a little out of bounds of what normal friendship required, but Katsuki didn’t fucking know any better, and it was hard not to automatically look for the idiot’s appalling red hair whenever he walked into a room. He didn’t want to be around anyone else, they were all so fucking weird, sue him for wanting to hang out with his best friend. What-the-fuck-ever.

Katsuki huffed again as the bus pulled to a stop in front of the gaping gates of UA’s campus. He balled the dumb strawberry up as much as he could before he labored to his feet and started the short trek back to the dorms. The campus was mostly empty at this point – curfew was at 10 o’clock so there really wasn’t any point to be out this late. Not that he was fucking complaining. He always needed some more peace and quiet.

He didn’t stumble across another person until he was almost at his dorm room.

Kirishima’s door opened just as Katsuki was about to walk past it.

“Oh,” Kirishima’s eyes widened a little before he rested a hand on the back of his neck. “Hey dude.”

Katsuki scowled at him. He wasn’t even hanging out with the fucking idiots. Why hadn’t he texted him back? “Hey.”

Kirishima leaned against his door frame and slid his hands deep into the pockets of his shorts. He looked like he wanted to say something, like he was teetering on the edge, but he couldn’t force himself over. Katsuki sneered. Why was Kirishima acting so fucking weird? It was really starting to piss him off.

He shoved the strawberry plushie into Kirishima’s chest. “Fucking here.”

Kirishima blinked in surprise for a moment before he glanced down at the toy with its stupid fucking crossed eyes. He beamed at the dumb thing and Katsuki hunched in on himself to avoid feeling… fuck, whatever it was that he was fucking feeling right now.

“Dude, this thing is so cute,” Kirishima said, as if it really was.

Katsuki snorted and rolled his eyes. “It looks like you.”

Kirishima’s eyes boggled a little and his cheeks blossomed into a deep red color.

Katsuki scowled. What the fuck? Did he really not get it? He reached out and tapped impatiently at the strawberry’s dumb face. “It’s all red and shit like your fucking hair.”

Kirishima blinked at him one more time, his face still impossibly flushed, before he let out a loud laugh. He shook his head, gripping the toy and inspecting it more. “I can keep this?”

“I’m not gonna fucking keep it,” Katsuki grunted, scratching awkwardly at his cheek.

Kirishima smiled at him and, shit, Katsuki couldn’t look away from it. It was too fucking soft. “Thanks man, I really like it!”

Katsuki felt himself brim with something that vaguely resembled pride for some fucking reason. “I knew you would, that’s why I fucking gave it to you.”

Kirishima’s smile softened even more and Katsuki physically had to stop himself from moving closer. It’d been a horrible fucking day and to top it all off he hadn’t gotten to hang out with Kirishima at all. He didn’t want to be a bitch about it. They literally saw each other every goddamn day, Katsuki could afford to spend one fucking day by himself.

But…

It’d been the worst fucking day he’d had in a while. And the first day in a while where he hadn’t hung out with Kirishima. Those two things couldn’t be connected, right?

“Are you gonna go to bed?” Kirishima asked as he fiddled with the toy, not looking at him.

Katsuki shrugged and slid his hands into his pockets. Why was he so fucking sweaty right now?

“I don’t know…” Katsuki hesitated. “What are you gonna do?”

Kirishima glanced up at him through the fringe of his hair. Katsuki really liked it when his hair was down like that.

“Hang out with you, maybe?” He grinned sheepishly, and Katsuki’s dumbass heart did a dumbass flip or some dumbass shit.

“Tch,” he reached a hand up and scratched at the back of his head. “Then I guess I’m fucking hanging out with you, aren’t I?”

Kirishima beamed and it distracted Katsuki enough that he didn’t even bother chastising him for bringing that dumb fucking strawberry into his room or for cuddling the damn thing on his bed for the rest of the night.

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[whisperednarratives]

EVOLVE

/ɪˈvɒlv/

verb

1. develop gradually.

summary:

bakugo katsuki has hated l/n y/n since the moment she first took a punch for izuku midoriya.

the beginning of bakugo’s reign of resentment towards the girl was also the start of a wonderful friendship between izuku and herself.to say bakugo hated this arrangement was an understatement.

and things only got worse after that.after junior high school, both teenagers found themselves realising what they truly wanted.he had his goals and she had hers yet to get to where they wanted to be, they both had to attend the prestigious u.a. high school.

this is the story of how two future pro-heros found their feelings evolving over time until they realised that there really was a thin line between love and hate.

•

pairing:

bakugo katsuki x reader

genre:

enemies to lovers/slow burn/a bit angsty(?)

a/n:

i do not own or take credit for any part of bnha/mha’s manga/anime characters, plot etc.

all of it belongs to kohei horikoshi. i do not take credit for any art/photographs/visuals that will be used for any part of the story.

to be added to the TAG LIST of this story; please feel free to message me!

[NONE OF THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN PROOFREAD OR EDITED]

[AGE: SIX YEARS OLD]

“If you don’t stop bothering him, I-I’ll fight you myself!”

Izuku Midoriya raised his tiny fists at his friend. He knew Kacchan could go a bit overboard sometimes, but it seemed like today he had finally snapped.

“You’re going to stop me?” Bakugo Katsuki threw his head back in laughter. “With what? You’re just a Quirkless little brat.”

Izuku rubbed his eyes, the tears becoming even harder to hold back. Kacchan’s fists were raised, no signs of his Quirk being activated yet, however, his ‘friends’ behind him had already activated their’s. It seemed as though they would do anything to impress their leader, even if it meant harming an innocent boy.

“K-Kacchan please! Why do you have to be so mean?” Izuku was crying now. Although he was trying to be brave, the tears flooded his face as his voice trembled.

The boy Izuku had been trying to protect stood behind him. He was too scared to say anything to the blonde boy who seemed to hate them for no reason.

Bakugo’s expression did not change, showing no signs of sympathy for his classmates. Instead, he took one step forward and pulled fist back back to attack.

Izuku raised his arms in front of his face, knowing what was coming. His eyes closed as he placed his arm over them, waiting for Kacchan’s fist to collide with his body but the strike never came.

Instead, he heard a groan of pain causing his head to lift from its position, his eyes now uncovered.

His line of vision was blocked by a bright blue. A girl stood before him, her hands clutching her reddening cheek. She was panting, as if she had just ran a marathon.

As Izuku moved his head to the side, he managed to catch a glimpse of Bakugo’s face. His eyes had widened and his mouth was open as he clutched his fist.

The girl looked at Izuku over her shoulder.

“You okay?” she said, flashing him a smile.

Izuku found himself nodding. He didn’t trust his mouth to speak yet.

It seemed as though the girl had taken a punch for him, even when he had no idea who she was. She was staring right at Bakugo with such defiance that it left Izuku shaking in his place. He knew firsthand how much pain Bakugo could cause even with his small fists yet here she was, still standing.

The boy Izuku had been protecting had already ran off.

It seemed as though everyone was in shock because it wasn’t until the girl spoke up that Bakugo realised what had happened.

She had been so fast to jump in front of Izuku that Bakugo hadn’t even been able to realise until his fist had collided with her cheek.

“Why don’t you walk away before this gets any worse?”

Izuku watched Bakugo’s mouth close instantly as his eyes glared daggers into the girl’s form.

“Who do you think you are?” his fists were clutched tightly against his sides as he took a step forward again.

The girl stayed unintimidated and instead, took a step towards him as well.

“Someone who thinks you’re a big bully,” she stared back at Bakugo with as much ferocity as she could.

“WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?”

Bakugo’s palms held the telltale signs of his Quirk being activated as he raised his hand again.

“Bakugo, stop! She’s that weird girl with the rock Quirk!” a boy yelled. “She made someone land up in the nurse’s office once!”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed and he saw the girl flash him a smug smile. The ribbons in her hair had loosened as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her left cheek was now a bright red because of his punch and it didn’t seem like she was going to give up anytime soon. For some reason, he was reminded of himself as he continued to study her...

And he didn’t like it one bit.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m the strongest person in this class, I can—”

Bakugo’s words were interrupted as their teacher’s voice was heard from the distance.

“Bakugo Katsuki! Your parents are here to pick you.”

Letting out a scream of frustration, Bakugo lowered his hands. He was contemplating ignoring the teacher altogether, before he decided against it. His mother had a nasty temper and he wasn’t in the mood for a scolding today.

“This isn’t over yet,” he growled, before turning on his heels to face his friends. “Come on.”

As Bakugo retreated the scene, he looked over his shoulder in time to see Izuku grab the girl’s extended hand.

The amount of anger that surged through Bakugo’s body upon seeing the scene was something he’d never felt before.

How dare this unknown, annoying little girl stare at him so boldly?

How dare she protect dumb Deku who deserved every punch thrown his way?

Nobody had ever stood up to Bakugo before. Nobody.

So how can this girl have the audacity to face him with such unreserved opposition?

Suddenly, Bakugo remembered who she was.

Always sitting alone in their classroom, she often stared out the window. Her behaviour always got her reprimanded by their teacher but she was one of the first few kids (much like Bakugo) to manifest their Quirk.

He remembered her showing how she could float some stupid rock in the air for a few seconds before her face turned green.

She wasn’t strong at all. Just some nobody who could do a few party tricks.

Then why did that idiot say she landed someone in the nurse’s office?

Bakugo felt himself rolling his eyes as he got closer to their impatient teacher.

Tomorrow, he promised himself silently. Tomorrow, I’ll show her who she’s messing with.

-

“Hey! My name is L/N Y/N, what’s yours?”

Izuku stood silently, staring at the girl’s hand. He looked from her hand to her face repeatedly, before he decided to extend his own.

“M-Midoriya Izuku.”

He was sure the blush he had been repressing had risen to his cheeks, a clear sign of how flustered he was.

After letting go of his hand, Y/N spoke up again.

“You shouldn’t let him treat you that way, you know,” she said, placing her hands on her waist. “He’s just a bully who needs to be taught a lesson.”

The small girl huffed as she frowned at the bushy haired boy.

“Kacchan’s always been like this,” Izuku managed to whisper. “I don’t mind though, he’s my friend.”

The boy’s answer caused her eyes to widen in shock.

“Your friend?” she said. “Friends aren’t supposed to treat you that way!”

“He’s the only friend I have...” Izuku trailed, his eyes starting to water again.

She probably thinks I’m a los-

“No, now you have me.”

Izuku was sure he was about to faint.

Did she just-

“If he ever bothers you again, let me know okay?” her bright smile was back in its place as she grabbed Izuku’s hand.

First, this girl defends him. Then, she offers to be his friend and protect him against the strongest boy he knew.

Izuku was sure he was either hallucinating or asleep.

“W-why would you help me?” Izuku managed to stutter out.

“Because we’re friends now, silly!” Y/N giggled. “Friends always protect each other.”

-

[AGE: FOURTEEN YEARS OLD]

Izuku shook his head, recalling one of his fondest memories as L/N Y/N sat next to him. She was rambling as usual as their teacher tried to distribute their exam papers.

As much as Izuku loved remembering how he had found his best friend, he couldn’t help but feel guilty.

After the two had become inseparable, Kacchan’s anger towards the young boy had increased a tenfold. This caused Y/N to fall victim to Kacchan’s wrath as well.

And if Izuku didn’t know any better, he was almost certain Kacchan hated Y/N as much as he hated him.

However, the young girl never stopped defending him in any way she could. Her and Bakugo had fought more times than he could count, with Bakugo terrorising anyone who tried to befriend Izuku or the girl.

She was still never as cruel as Bakugo. She dealt with him with her words rather than her fists. Izuku had seen the extent of her Quirk and abilities and knew she was strong - dare he say, as strong as Kacchan - but she never used her skills to torment the blonde boy.

Bakugo was the exact opposite.

Y/N was made fun of constantly but the worst thing Bakugo had done was burn all of her textbooks the previous year. Izuku had watched in horror as the young boy burnt her backpack to crisp, Y/N’s eyes brimming with tears.

And that was when she had snapped.

Izuku had never seen her that angry before yet he still remembered the words she had said that day.

“I hate you, Bakugo Katsuki. I am done trying to be the better person. From now on, if I see you so much as breathe near me, I will not hesitate to let the ground swallow you whole. You’re nothing but a dick,” she had said. “Stay the fuck away from me or you’ll regret it.”

Even since that incident, they hadn’t spoken to each other nor clashed heads. Their rivalry had reached the point of unresolved hatred and Izuku knew that Y/N hadn’t lied back then. Kacchan hadn’t exactly stopped bothering Izuku but he always kept his distance whenever she was with him.

Which meant he had noticed the blatant honesty in her voice as well.

Izuku had asked Y/N if she could actually control her Quirk enough to make the ground swallow people and she had just laughed. Although she was back to normal, he doubted she would really go through with the threat. However, Izuku knew it wasn’t a risk Kacchan was willing to take.

As they sat in class, waiting for the last day of junior high school to end, Izuku was thankful that he had managed to make a friend he knew he could trust with his life.

Beside him, the girl suddenly stopped talking as the teacher approached his podium.

“I would pass out these forms considering it’s your third year at this school,” the teacher paused. “But you’re all going to opt for the Hero Course anyway so what’s the point?”

The class started cheering, excited to finally be able to train for something they’ve always to do.

Y/N and Izuku had always talked about joining the Hero Course together. One of the reasons Izuku had even considered applying to the same school as her was because of how much the girl had pushed him.

“Quirkless or not, you’re still going to be an amazing hero one day Izuku!“ she had said.

After a moment of silence, Izuku spoke up.

“Why? Why do you think I can be a hero without a Quirk?”

The girl raised her gaze to meet his before replying.

“Because you are one of the most bravest people I know. We met because you tried to take on Bakugo without a Quirk and I’ve always admired that about you. Your ability to have the pure guts to take an enemy head on!”

Y/N never failed to make Izuku feel like he was the strongest person in the world, Quirkless or not.

Even now, as their teacher continued, she leaned towards him from her desk.

“We’ll train together later, okay?” she whispered.

Training mostly consisted of Y/N trying to gain better control and precision over her Quirk as Izuku took notes but he didn’t mind.

He wanted to help his best friend get stronger in any way he could.

Nodding slightly, Izuku’s train of thought was interrupted by Kacchan speaking up.

When Bakugo spoke, the entire class knew it was time to shut up. Someone didn’t stop when he was talking once and they ended up getting blown across the school during lunch break.

“No need to put all of us in the same category,” he said, his feet up on his desk. “I don’t plan on aiming low like these extras.”

She kept her head down as she scoffed at his words.

What an arrogant idiot.

“Ah yes, Bakugo. You plan on going to U.A High School right?”

This caused her head to snap back up, eyes wide as she glared at the back of Bakugo’s head.

He’s planning on going there too?

As her classmates around her discussed how difficult her dream school was to get into, Bakugo continued to boast about his achievements.

She felt an uneasy pit settle in her stomach.

As much as she wanted to get into U.A, she couldn’t bear the thought of having to spend the next three years with Bakugo.

And if he found out I was applying along with Izuku, he’d never let-

“L/N and Midoriya, you plan on applying to U.A as well right?”

Y/N buried her head in her hands as the teacher called her out. She knew Izuku was probably stiff as a board besides her as the entire class shifted their eyes towards the two teenagers.

It wasn’t long before the entire class bursted out laughing.

Even though they weren’t laughing at her, Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in anger.

She knew how hard it had been to convince Izuku to apply to U.A with her but she couldn’t bear the thought of her classmates making fun of her friend.

“You can’t just apply thinking you’ll get in without a Quirk!”

“Like they’d ever take a Quirkless kid like him!”

Before Izuku could respond, Y/N had stood up in her seat.

“Why don’t all of you shut up and mind your own business,” she snapped back at the kids who had made the previous comments.

Everyone else immediately shut up, knowing how protective the girl was of her friend.

“Well Y/N, you do have the best scores in class besides Bakugo. I’m sure you’ll be able to qualify, considering how strong your Quirk is!” the teacher said, trying to diffuse the situation. “As for Midoriya, it doesn’t hurt to try.”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N sat back down.

Izuku gave her a small smile, silently thanking her.

With a subtle thumbs up his way, she went back to waiting for this class to end so she could head home already.

Little did she know, Bakugo had heard the teacher’s comment about her Quirk and his fists had clenched in anger.

He couldn’t believe he might have to deal with her for the next few years of his life. The thought made him angrier by the minute and he knew the only way he could end his frustration was through one thing.

Deku.

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Walking back into the classroom to see Bakugo towering over her friend was not something Y/N was happy about. His friends continued to laugh as he snatched something from Izuku’s hands.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

All four teenage boys turned around to face her.

Bakugo’s scowl was instantly replaced with a smug grin.

This was going to be good, he thought. She hadn’t spoken to him for the past year and he had been waiting for her to finally burst. He hadn’t taken her threat lightly but he knew Y/N didn’t have the heart to actually harm anyone.

It was why he found her even more infuriating.

“Oh look, it’s Deku’s little bodyguard,” Bakugo said.

Even though it had been quite long since she’d interacted with him, Y/N was able to calm herself down before taking any action against the blonde boy.

Y/N sighed before walking towards the group. She realised he had taken Izuku’s notebook, one in which he kept all of his tips and tricks to do with all the heroes he had ever heard of. She knew how important it was to him, considering it was the closest thing he had to make him feel like a hero.

“Hand his book over and walk away before I choose to get violent.”

Bakugo seemed to have realised the importance of the notebook as well as his grip tightened around the tattered object.

“No, I think I’m good. Why don’t you try and take it from me?” Bakugo extended his arm towards the girl, his grip still intact on the book.

A year later and he’s still an insolent fool.

The girl’s calmness was slowly starting to fade away and Izuku knew she wouldn’t hesitate this time around.

Shaking his head, he tried to tell her to stop but she didn’t listen.

“I swear I am about to shove a brick up your ass. Give him the notebook back!” Her hand reached out to grab the book but Bakugo was too fast.

He turned on his heels just in time to avoid her, taking a several steps towards the window as she continued to try and grab Izuku’s book.

Bringing both his hands to encase the journal, Y/N immediately realised what he was about to do.

“Bakugo don’t you dare-”

It was too late.

The boy had already burnt the book, flipping it over his shoulder and out the window.

Izuku let out a choked sob as he watched Bakugo burn his dreams to the ground.

Literally.

Y/N’s mouth remained open in shock.

“What happened? Didn’t you say something about the ground swallowing me whole last time?” Bakugo laughed as the girl stood as still as a statue before him.

She hadn’t realised her hands had started shaking out of anger until a brick flew inside through the window.

Bakugo, whose back was facing the window sill, didn’t realise until the brick landed a harsh blow on his head.

“OW! WHAT THE FUCK?”

Scowling, he grabbed the back of his head in pain.

But Y/N wasn’t done.

“What is wrong with you? How can you be so cruel?”

Her hands still hadn’t stopped shaking.

“What did you just say?” Bakugo screamed, taking a step towards her.

“How can you be such a jerk? That notebook was so important to him and you just destroyed it without a second thought,” Y/N’s eyes were now burning with such resentment for him that Bakugo almost stopped in his tracks.

“What is your goddamn problem? WHY DO YOU HATE US SO MUCH?”

This was the first time any of the boys had heard her yell.

Her question rang throughout the empty classroom and Bakugo couldn’t help but bite back with as much severity as he could.

“Because neither of you extras deserves to go to a place like U.A. U.A is a school for people like me. I want to be the number one hero one day and I don’t want anyone, including you two idiots, stopping me.” Bakugo stopped before turning to face Izuku. “If you want to be a hero that badly, why not try swan diving off the roof to get a Quirk in another life?”

Y/N swore she saw red as she jumped towards Bakugo without a second thought.

She managed to land a punch to his face before Izuku had grabbed her arm and pulled her away.

“YOU BITCH!” Bakugo screamed, launching himself at the girl.

“Bakugo, stop! You can’t get into a fight again!”

His friends grabbed both his arms, dragging him towards the classroom’s door.

“JUST WAIT AND WATCH, YOU FUCKING DICK,” Y/N screamed as Izuku struggled to hold her back. “I WILL GET INTO U.A AND BEAT YOUR ASS. THAT’S A PROMISE.”

As Bakugo’s friends practically threw him out of the classroom, Y/N heard his voice call out her name.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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fate just has a way of pulling me back to you

Chapter 6

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Katsuki continued his weekly visits, alternating who made dinner at Izuku’s apartment every Saturday for the better part of two months, Haruko growing more and more comfortable with his presence each time, until he was so excited for his arrival that he’d run to the door as soon as Izuku opened it, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s legs in an attempt to hug him.

One night, in fact, he was so excited about Katsuki’s visit that he begged him not to leave when it got late, and in an effort to prevent a meltdown, Izuku asked if Katsuki could help put him to bed. Readily agreeing, he waited for Haruko to put his pajamas on and brush his teeth, and then sat down on the edge of the bed while Haruko got under the covers, pushing a picture book into his hands and insisting he be read to.

Katsuki cleared his throat, putting on his best reader-voice, and made his way through the story, making sure to give ample time for Haruko to look at the pictures. It was just some silly children's book that used animal characters to iterate a point about being nice to your friends, but Haruko was enraptured by his reading of it, pointing excitedly to a particular blonde rabbit character that he insisted looked like himself each time he appeared in the background of a page. Katsuki just chuckled and agreed, thinking to himself how unbearably cute his son was. He never really imagined he’d ever have children before this, but now that he was here with Haruko, learning every day how to get along with him better, watching those big green eyes and shy smile light up for him, he couldn’t help feeling warm with happiness. Sure there were meltdowns and tantrums occasionally, but for the most part Haruko was such a good kid, and Katsuki loved him so much.

As neared the end of the book, Katsuki glanced up to make sure Izuku was okay with him tucking Haruko in, or if he wanted to take over from there, but found that Izuku was just standing in the doorway, arms crossed loosely with a sappy grin on his face, watching Katsuki and Haruko with the same unashamed, bright warmth to him that Katsuki felt.

Almost tripping over his words, he pulled his eyes back down to the book and re-read the last sentence properly.

“And now that Turtle and Bunny are friends again, everything is right in Forestville, and everyone lived happily ever after. The end,” he said, holding the page open a bit longer to make sure Haruko had plenty of time to look over the pictures before closing it. “Well. I guess that’s the end of the story. Is it time for bed now?” he asked.

“Mmm,” Haruko nodded, flopping his tired little head onto the pillow, and Katsuki took the cue to pull the covers up to his chin.

“What do we say, Haru-chan?” Izuku asked, reminding Katsuki of his presence just behind them.

“Thank you for reading me a story, Mr. Zero,” Haruko said without a second thought.

“Of course,” Katsuki nodded, reaching out to pat his head. Haruko smiled, his tired eyes closing, and Katsuki gulped down a giddy smile at just how adorable the kid was. “Good night, Haruko. Sleep tight,” Katsuki said, petting his hair a few more times, feeling like the appropriate thing to do, then, was to kiss his forehead or something, since that’s what parents always do in movies. He reminded himself that Haruko didn’t even know he was his dad, though, so he decided it might not be a good idea, and simply stood up, turning to Izuku to take his next cue.

He didn’t say anything, but motioned for Katsuki to follow him as he left the room. Katsuki obliged, ducking out of the bedroom now lit only by a star-shaped nightlight, and Izuku quietly shut the door before leading him back down the hall and into the living room, where Haruko would have a harder time hearing them.

“Thanks for that, Kacchan. I know you don’t usually stay this late, but he just really wanted to spend time with you,” Izuku said, as if somehow this was an impediment on Katsuki’s time of all things.

“No, of course,” he shook his head. “Any time I get to spend with him is great.”

“Yeah?” Izuku cocked his head as if trying to size him up. “Well, you did great with him tonight. You’ve definitely gotten better at talking to kids,” he added after a pause.

“Yeah, well, I try my best,” Katsuki shrugged.

“Hah. It’s not like you to be so humble,” Izuku smiled jokingly, and Katsuki froze up, his tongue darting out to give a nervous lick at his bottom lip.

“I… is that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?” he asked, and Izuku erupted into a bout of giggles, his hand coming up to cover his mouth.

“I’m serious, Deku,” Katsuki insisted, despite a joking pull at the corner of his lips.

“Uh-huh,” Izuku nodded, rolling his eyes and smiling up at Katsuki. It suddenly occurred to Katsuki how close to each other they were, as if over the course of their short conversation they’d simply gravitated towards each other until they were just inches apart. His eyes darted unconsciously down to Izuku’s lips, and he suddenly stopped laughing, no doubt having the same realization. Katsuki’s eyes flicked back up, meeting Izuku’s, and they stood frozen for a moment, both holding their breath, until the sound of a heavy gulp in Katsuki’s throat broke through the silence.

“Right. Well, thanks for coming over,” Izuku rushed out the words, turning around and speeding away towards the door. “Like I said, it’s late, so I’m sure you want to get going.”

“U-uh, yeah. Right. Thanks for having me,” Katsuki nodded, getting his coat and bag and only fumbling with them a normal, totally-not-nervous amount before meeting Izuku at the door.

“See you… next week,” Izuku said, holding the door open for him though his eyes were trained obstinately away.

“Yup. See you…” Katsuki nodded to him, pausing as if he had something else to add, but ultimately just left, the door closing behind him not a second later. Once he was about halfway down the stairs, he stopped and sighed, putting his face in his hand.

There was no denying it now, was there? He still liked Izuku. Never stopped liking him, probably, even when he fled the country and left him to raise their kid alone.

Fuck.

He was so fucking screwed.

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That Monday, Izuku had to stay several hours late at work to finish some urgent reporting, and because the new daycare closed at six, he’d called his mom to ask if she could pick Haruko up and watch him for an hour or two before he got home. The blessed angel of a woman of course agreed, and so now Izuku was rushing home, tapping his foot impatiently as the subway rattled through the tunnel.

Luckily, he had been so busy with work that day that he barely had a thought to spare for the memory of his almost-heated exchange with Katsuki that Saturday, but now that he was sitting in a nearly empty subway car, staring at an ad for toothpaste, he didn’t really have much else to do, so of course his mind returned to it.

Unless he’d read the situation completely wrong that night, Katsuki had been about to kiss him. Maybe he wouldn’t have done it, maybe he didn’t mean to put them in that position, or he did but was waiting for Izuku to make the first move, but none of that changed the fact that Katsuki almost certainly wanted to kiss him, and very well may have if Izuku hadn’t cut him off.

He did take some comfort, though, in the fact that he was fairly certain the reason Katsuki hadn’t just gone ahead and kissed him without waiting for his reaction was because he respected the very clear boundary Izuku set when they first sat down and talked about this. And, if he continued to make those boundaries clear, that Katsuki would continue to leave him be, whatever his own feelings were.

That’s not what was particularly bothering him. No, what he couldn’t quite wrap his head around was whether or not he wanted Katsuki to kiss him, too. Growing up, he’d always sort of had a crush on Katsuki, had always thought he was amazing and so desperately wanted his approval, and so he supposed that when Katsuki suddenly approached him at the graduation banquet, drunk and very obviously trying to flirt with him, it was those feelings that eventually led him to their hook up. That, and he was pretty tipsy too. Tipsy enough to disregard the slim chance he still had of getting pregnant while on hormones if they didn’t use a condom – but that was another story.

After that night, though, when he woke up alone, found out Katsuki had gone abroad, and discovered he was carrying his child all in the short span of a month and a half, he did his best to reject his past idolization of Katsuki. He bullied him in middle school, didn’t speak to him for three years, knocked him up, and then fucked off to America without bothering to call. Izuku convinced himself that Katsuki was not a good person and, if ever he should appear at Izuku’s doorstep once more, he would reject him.

But then Katsuki showed up saying he was sorry, and he had no idea, and he just wanted to be there for his son and it completely shattered Izuku’s view of him. After four years of trying to hate him, he came back saying and doing all the right things, all the things Izuku convinced himself the jerk wasn’t capable of. So while it had been easy to ignore his inherent attraction to him, now that Katsuki had flipped the narrative, it was staring him in the face again, making him ask himself why it was that he still didn’t want to try and make something happen with Katsuki.

If he had any lingering doubt that Katsuki was still attracted to him, their almost-kiss cleared that right up.

If he was worried that the relationship ending badly would negatively affect Haruko, he only had to remind himself that Katsuki had proven to be far more emotionally competent than he remembered, and he didn’t doubt they could be adults about it and just go back to platonic co-parenting.

The only thing that still bugged him, he supposed, was that he was afraid it was just a physical thing. That Katsuki just wanted to kiss him: that he was going to try and fuck him again, just like he’d said. He didn’t want something casual like that, wouldn’t be able to bear it if Katsuki was attracted to him but not in love with him.

What scared him most, though, was that he’d let him anyway. That he’d let Katsuki break him again after all he’d done to feel fine without him.

The subway slowed to a stop, the doors opening out into the station, and Izuku shook himself from dark thoughts, focusing only on running home to relieve his mother of her impromptu day-care.

“Sorry, sorry! I’m here,” he said, bustling into the kitchen. Inko smiled at him, sitting at the table with a warm mug of tea in her hands.

“Oh, no worries Izuku. He was an angel. Tea, dear?” she asked, getting up to pour him a cup without waiting for a response.

“Ah, thanks. Is he in bed, then?” Izuku asked, putting down his bags and joining her at the table.

“Mm-hm,” she nodded, taking a sip of her tea.

“I guess it’s later than I thought,” he chuckled, then stilled when he realized the strange look she was giving him. His stomach dropped. Had something happened?

“Izuku,” she sighed, turning her mug around idly as she readied the words. “Haruko told me… you had a visitor over on Saturday.”

Izuku gulped, sure his face had gone white.

“In fact, apparently he comes over every Saturday,” she added, clearly trying not to sound too accusatory despite her obvious hurt at being kept out of the loop.

“Ah, mom… I’m sorry,” Izuku shook his head, putting his face in his hands. “I was going to tell you, really, but I was so busy signing Haruko up for his new daycare, and then work got busy and… and I didn’t even know how to breach the subject, you know?”

“I know, Izuku. I’m not mad,” she said, reaching over to pat his head placatingly. “I’m just… confused. Why wouldn’t you want me to know?”

“I… I don’t know. The whole thing kind of took me by surprise, I guess, and it’s complicated and… hard to explain,” Izuku mumbled out, his eyes down on the table.

Inko sighed.

“I understand, Izuku,” she said. “But, now that I know, can we talk about it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” Izuku nodded, collecting himself.

“Great. So, are you two… you know, together?” she asked.

“What? No! No, no, no, no, no,” Izuku shook his head, waving his arms frantically. “It’s nothing like that!”

“Okay. So, then, what is it like?” she questioned.

“Ah, um, well, see…” Izuku traced back the whole story in his memory, deciding the best place to start was the beginning. “He was… one of the rescuers at the fire. He saw Haruko and he saw me and… put the pieces together.”

Inko nodded understandingly.

“Then he came over and we talked, and he said he wanted to be in Haruko’s life, you know? And, I mean, what was I supposed to say? He seemed really genuine about it, and, honestly, it would be nice for Haruko to have a relationship with him instead of… growing to resent a distant father.”

Inko’s eyes widened momentarily, then nodded again, electing not to comment.

“Well, anyways. He doesn’t know that Katsuki’s his father yet. We just told him that Kacchan is a friend of mine, and luckily he hasn’t gotten suspicious that he spends more time with him and than with me when he comes over.”

“Mm. Are you going to tell him, eventually?” she asked when he was done.

“Yeah. Yeah, eventually. That’s going to be a big conversation, though, since I’d probably also have to explain that I’m trans and… I don’t know. I feel like maybe I should ease him into it all and I don’t when’s a good time to start.”

“That makes sense,” Inko said, taking his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. “So he’s only been visiting for a month or two though, right?”

“Mm,” Izuku nodded.

“So it’s probably okay to wait a little longer and let Haruko get used to him being around.”

“Yeah,” Izuku agreed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, relieved that the conversation had turned supporting instead of sour.

“Well, good. And, Izuku, I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to hide any of this from me again. I’m here to support you all the way,” Inko said, and Izuku sniffled, looking at her kind face and remembering everything she’d done for him, and then leaned forward and pulled her into a tight hug.

“I know, mom.”

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“Dude, Bakugo.” 

The blond, who had been talking up until that moment, paused and scowled at the red head before him. Growling like an angry dog whose food had been touched, he barked in response.

“’The fuck? What!?” 

Kirishima sighed while shaking his head. 

“Bakugo, you’ve been talking about Deku for like...10 minutes straight. I get you don’t like him, but could you lighten up a bit?” 

“AH!?” Small explosions burst from his palms, but Kirishima simply sighed again and got up from the lunch table, already used to the fiery boys attitude. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he got rid of his trash and approached Deku, who was sitting on the other side of the large food hall with Iida, Uraraka, and Todoroki. 

“Oh! Kirishima, hey!” Deku was the first to notice him, pausing before he could take another bite of his food. 

“Listen dude, could you like...talk to Bakugo or something? I don’t know what’s going on, but he seems to have an issue with you.” 

It was hard to decipher anything Bakugo had been going on about, truthfully. It was mainly mumbled incoherent cursing and badmouthing related to Deku, from what he could pick up. For the most part he tried not to feed into it, in hopes the rabid animal would settle down if he was ignored. Since that plan didn’t work, Kirishima decided it best to confront the green haired boy to get him to handle it.

An immediate look of confusion crossed Deku’s defined features, his emerald eyes shifting from Kirishima to just behind him and across the large building. Though he couldn’t see him well, Deku could tell just by the body language of the blond that he wasn’t very happy. It was of no surprise when Bakugo finally seemed to snap with a loud yell, popping off some explosions before storming outside. Deku and the rest of the table, along with Kirishima, sat in silence for a few moments. The rest of the students pausing for only a second before continuing with their light buzz of chatter. 

“Maybe they didn’t have what he wanted to eat today.” Todoroki chimed in, Iida and Uraraka doing their best to stifle their giggles at the light comment. Deku knew a bit better than that though, and with a soft sigh, he stood from the table and passed his remaining food to Iida and Uraraka. “You guys can have the rest, I’ll go see what’s wrong with Kacchan.” 

“Sorry about this Deku, I just didn’t know what else to do.”

“It’s okay Kirishima, I’ll figure it out.” 

Deku made his way outside after Bakugo, looking around to try and figure out where he could of gone. “Maybe to the dorms..” He muttered to himself as he started walking, jumping in surprise as a loud pop went off behind him. 

“Where ya goin’, Deku?” 

“OH! Ah, Kacchan! I was uh..looking..for you.” He squirmed a bit where he stood, unable to make eye contact for a few moments before finally raising his head and regretting it. There was, what seemed to be, pure hatred pouring out of the teen before him. 

Bakugo sauntered menacingly over to the other, who was still fidgeting and trying to figure out what actions he should take as to not anger his friend any further. 

“You got somethin’ you wanna say, shitty Deku?” 

Little pops traveled along his fingertips as he raised a hand, and Deku wiped some of the sweat from his forehead before straighten his back to face the blond head on. They were only about a foot apart at this point. 

“Kirishima told me you seemed angry, and that it had to do with me. I wanted to know if I did something to upset you.” 

“AH!?” Bakugo cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head, lip raised as he snarled at Deku, but Deku was growing more comfortable now that he had been in the other’s presence for a few minutes. His main uneasiness always happened upon first interaction, but when he realized this was just Kacchan, the Kacchan he was so used to since childhood, he found it easy to relax and face him. 

“Let’s..go somewhere else to talk, Kacchan.” 

Deku didn’t wait for the hotheaded teen to speak before he took a step back and turned on his heel, heading in the direction of the dorms. Once there, and glad to find they were alone, he turned himself back around to face the other who had been growling and sputtering foul language the entire walk over. If they were going to talk, Deku felt he should respect Bakugo’s privacy and have them somewhere without others, since he knew it was hard for the blond to express himself in general, let alone in front of an audience. 

“Fuckin’ Deku, you’re so goddamn annoyin’, ya know that? Why can’t you just mind your business!?” As he spoke, nearly shouting, he took steps forward until that distance was cut to less than a foot this time, their bodies nearly touching as Bakugo leaned down toward Deku’s face, continuing to snarl like a rabid dog. 

“No one asked for your help, shitty Deku.”

“Kirishima did.” 

Deku could see the anger rising in Bakugo’s face as blood rushed from the base of his neck up to his hairline, dying his pale skin a light pink hue. It had been a while since Bakugo had approached him this closely, and Deku found himself taking in little things he hadn’t noticed before. The wrinkles underlining those sharp crimson eyes, and the wrinkles were also highlighted by the bags under his eyes. They were large, deep grey half circles extending down about an inch or so. Deku wondered if he hadn’t been sleeping well, and he wondered if it had to do with him. 

“If I did something Kacchan, you have to let me know. I can’t do anything about it if you just get mad.”

His voice was low, nearly a whisper, the other being so close to him was a bit overwhelming, and he could feel his heart beginning to quicken slightly. 

He also noticed how Bakugo’s mouth looked, and how as he spoke or growled or snarled, his lips would bend and shift appropriately for the expression; fitting each emotion perfectly. Deku had never paid such close attention to those lips, but now that he was, he found himself a bit fixated. Bakugo caught on.

“DEKU!” 

But before the teen could even react to the shout, he was thrown off by strong hands grabbing a hold of his shirt and yanking him forward. There was no time to process what had happened, but as his senses came together, he realized the situation. Their mouths had crashed together painfully, teeth scraping against sore lips as neither knew what they were doing. Deku grasped desperately to Bakugo as he struggled for breath and clarity. 

The blond paid no mind, aggressively forcing the other’s mouth open with his tongue, dominating the unexplored space as his own. Their breaths were hot and fast, saliva dribbling down Deku’s chin as his body began to grow weak under the overwhelming pressure that was Bakugo. His cheeks were hot to the touch, rosy pink shining brightly as blood rushed underneath his skin. Bakugo had tore a bit of Deku’s lip with his teeth in the collision, his tongue tracing the wound like a hungry animal, lapping up the iron tasting crimson. 

Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, Bakugo shoved Deku back, raising a hand to his own mouth as he panted, eyes narrowed.

When Deku caught his breath and truly realized what had happened, he stumbled back a bit, emerald eyes wide and ...worried. 

“K-Kacchan! W-..what was that!? Why would you..?” He could taste the blood now, running his tongue over his sore and swollen lip before wincing at the sharp sting it caused. The blond scoffed and shifted his gaze from Deku to the window that was nearest to them.

“I’ve been fuckin’ pissed lately, mostly at your dumbass, but I wanted to know why.” Wiping at his mouth, he turned his gaze back onto Deku, who was beyond confused at this point. 

“You’ve been gettin’ ahead of yourself when you’re fightin’, you keep fuckin’ yourself up and you’re gonna end up dyin’.” 

Slowly then Bakugo approached Deku and reached out a tentative hand, carefully placing it on the top of his head. With a bit more force, he ruffled those green locks, his usual sharp gaze had softened slightly. 

“Don’t go where I can’t reach you, shitty Deku.” 

None of this had clarified anything for the teen, but as Bakugo jolted in surprise at the sound of other people returning to the dorm, and quickly scrambled away from him to go yell at Kirishima for butting into business that wasn’t his, Deku found his heart beating with an unfamiliar heaviness. 

The sting of his battered lip had been replaced by a soft tingling, the lingering feeling of Bakugo’s warmth radiating through him and causing him to steam up again in embarrassment. Iida, Todoroki and Uraraka all took notice.

“Oh! Deku, your lip! Are you okay?”

“Did Bakugo do that to you?”

“Bakugo-kun! Violence was unnecessary!” 

“SHUT UP! I DIDN’T DO SHIT!”

All Deku could do was sheepishly smile, rubbing at the back of his head as he shook off the concerns of his friends. Tossing a passing glance at Bakugo as their moment together faded, he held onto the feeling the other teens actions left in his chest, and the last words he spoke. 

Don’t go where I can’t reach you.

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Anon, I wholeheartedly thank you for this prompt, this was so much fun to write. I really hope you enjoy it!

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