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hanako-0kun · 1 month

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE MAN EVER♡

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Katsuki Bakugo is a man of great things. And one of them is being your boyfriend. So you decided to take matters into your own hands and surprise him with a gift you actually have been saving up until today. It was a one of a kind All Might figurine that you saw him staring at in a mall once. Of course he didn't say anything, which he didn't need too, but you already knew you had to get that for him.

You knew he wasn't a big fan of parties or too many people but you decided to decorate the place just a bit. You already had the cake in the oven so now you just had to see up the banner and balloons before he came home. You took a step down from the ladder you were standing on and inspected your work. You nodded in approval as your head snapped towards the front door. You panicked before diving down behind one of the kitchen counters. You heard him stomping into the kitchen, so that's when you made your move.

You then jumped up with your arms in the air as confetti was thrown from your hands.

"Happy birthday, Kats'!" Katsuki looked bewildered before smiling softly. He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Thanks baby." You giggled and pushed away from his embrace and ran towards a nearby closet. When you returned you had a box wrapped up in golden wrapping paper. "What's this?" He asked as he took the box from you and inspected it.

"It's a present, obviously! Now open it!" You squirmed in your place as Katsuki started to open the present with a puzzled look on his face. He torn off the wrapping paper in quick speed and finally realized what was inside. He opened the box itself and pulled out the figurine.

"Is this...?" You nodded excitedly.

"Yes it is!" Katsuki furrowed his brows slightly and turned his head to look at you.

"[Y/N]..." A frown formed on your face as your arms dropped to your sides.

"You don't like it?" He shook his head and turned his head back to the box in his hands.

"It's not that. I just thought you shouldn't have spent this much money on my birthday." It was now your turn to furrow your brows. You then walked over to gently smack his shoulder. "Hey! What was that for?!"

"You should know damn well that I would've spent my money on you!" Katsuki stared at you with widened eye for a moment before relaxing and sighing.

"I know. Thanks, baby. I love it. I'm sorry for sayin' stuff like that." You smiled brightly and hugged him tight around the waist.

"You're welcome"! He smiled softly and started to sniff his nose around.

"Did you put somethin' in the oven?" You gasp at his question and ran over to the oven to pull out what remained of his birthday cake. You frowned at the cake and placed your face in your hands in shame. Katsuki walked by your side and placed a kiss on your temple. "It's alright, [Y/N]." You felt your bottom lip tremble at his words.

"It's not though. Your birthday cake is ruined and it's all my fault..." He hummed and stared at the cake.

"To be honest I can't give two shits about the cake." Your heart sank at his words and can almost feel tears about to spill out of your eyes. "What I actually care about is the effort and spendin' time with you." You lifted up your head up from your hands and was met with Katsuki's crimson orbs.

"Really...?"

"I wouldn't say somethin' if I didn't mean it. You know that." You wiped the water from your eyes and wrapped one of your arms around his waist. "Plus, I rather have this cake." He then quickly slithered his hand down to your ass and gave it a quick squeeze. You yelped in surprise and smacked his shoulder as he laughed at your reaction. Once you both calmed down, you embraced each other and just stood there in the kitchen for a moment. After a while, you lifted your head up and gave a big smile to Katsuki. He returned and small smirk before placing a small peck on your lips.

"Happy Birthday, my love."

"Happy fuckin' birthday to me."

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datsugokuriron · 3 months

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𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘: "𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔!! 𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛!"

𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔: "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚔? "

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘: "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝! 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎!"

𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚘: *𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩�� 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦* "𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜."

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘: "𝚆𝚑𝚘𝚊𝚊𝚊𝚊, 𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚘!! 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

𝚄𝚗𝚘: "𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖."

𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔: "𝙰𝚠𝚠𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎?"

𝚄𝚗𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚘: "𝚆𝚎'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚜!!!"

𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔: "𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚄𝚗𝚘'𝚜 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘."

𝚄𝚗𝚘: "..... "

𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚐𝚘: "......."

𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔: "......"

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘: "......."

𝙽𝚒𝚌𝚘: "𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙰𝚃 𝙼𝙴 𝙸 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙾 𝙰 𝙼𝚈 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾 𝙰𝙲𝙰𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙰 𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙴!!!!"

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twitelle · 8 months

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,,Will you..”

Bakugou x gn!reader This was requested by @dreamcastgirl99 Thanks so much for the request sorry if it wasn't exactly what you asked for^^

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The ocean breeze, the calm night sky full of stars, the small waves hitting the coast. People would call it a perfect evening, just as you felt it but something couldn't stop bugging you...his silence. Bakugou wasn't known for being quite at all. Now he was quite, in fact he was acting a little strange all week. Even Deku asked you if something happen so that he was acting off. You asked Kirishima if Bakugou had told him anything or if he knows what is up with him, but no nobody knew what was up with Bakugou. You brush off those thoughts, after all Bakugou took you to the beech after work, it was your special place you two often came here for some privacy and peace. You were both sitting on the sand next to each other in a comfortable silence.

,,Baby”

He finally spoke in a calm tone, you turn your head to look at him he was looking at the sea.

,,I've been thinking lately....and honestly I am really grateful to have you in my life... really grateful”

You felt your heartbeat speeding up, you know he loves you, everyone knows he loves you, but it wasn't often when he even tried to talk out anything about his feelings.

,,....and I just cant even get to imagine myself without you... really I cant, sometimes I think how we were back at U.A and how are we now...thank you for bearing with me all this years”

He finally looked at you, his expression was yet serious yet full of love and affection. Your heart skipped a beat when he moved in front of you and kneel down taking your hand.

,,.....look what I am trying to say is...I love you very deeply and you are the best thing in my life and...”

Your heart stooped waiting for him to continue.

,,...would you want to stay mine forever?

....will you marry me?”

As those words left his mouth your world stopped for a moment, he asked you to marry him...to marry him..to be his forever..

,,....love?”

Bakugou voice made time start again, you still haven't answer him. Well your answer was going to be obvious but he still wanted...no needed to hear it.

,,Yes”

Your answer brought a smile on his face, he didn't say anything more he just leaned closer to and his lips meet yours in a passional kiss.

,,I love you”

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #g/n reader #proposal #my hero academia #mha #mha bakugou #short fanfic #story #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x gn!reader

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ghostlyforxst · 1 year

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hiii im wondering if i could request number one hero! AU Fatgum x reader? Maybe celebrating the rankings reveal with a big sexy night ? breeding and/or food k1nks if that's okay?

GENDER: Female Reader

WARNINGS: Number One Hero AU, Inappropriate Language, 18+, Breeding, food play, oral (female), belly inflation, praising, creampie, Slight! Marking, and squirting.

CHARACTER: Taishiro Toyomitsu (Fatgum)

WORD COUNT: 788

A/N - Of course, I wasn't sure which gender you wanted so I automatically put female reader. I hope this meets your expectations and thank you so much for requesting! ♡

The boisterous kitchen was ambrosial, deliciously sugary, as you swayed about it and whipped up a bit of buttercream icing for a cake. It was Taishiro’s day to be celebrated, recently ranked number one hero, you had several surprises for the lofty man. Besides the cake, you had dished up his best-loved supper and purchased a gift he’s been eyeing—needless to say you were eager for his arrival.

“Is this all for me, Y/N?” Taishiro grinned, appearing in the entryway and frightening you.

You spun around, “Taishiro, You weren’t supposed to be home this early!”

He chuckled, cradling your cheeks and pressing a kiss onto your lips. “Thank you so much, baby cakes.”

“Anything for you.” You murmured against him, a fun-loving smile tugging at your lips before swiping a gollop of the buttercream up with your finger and dabbing it onto his nose.

Taishiro gaped at you before grabbing ahold of your wrist and taking your finger into his mouth, his sultry tongue twiddling around your finger temptingly, smearing the frosting from his nose and onto your collarbone. He rendered you speechless, staring half-lidded at you as he slipped your finger from him with an audible pop and burying his nose into your neck, licking up the cream.

“Tai- ah!” You whined, catching the counter as Taishiro’s teeth punctured your skin.

His calloused hands cuffs under your ass, hoisting you up onto the countertop, kissing and nipping up your neck greedily. Taishiro’s fingers inched up to your waistband, hooking them, and dragging your pants off.

“Your so wet already you're soaking through your panties, baby~” He joshed, his thumb pressuring and circling against your cloth clit.

You bucked into his hand, pleading breathlessly for his touch. Taishiro tears the final barrier from your cunt, displaying your sopping and feverish folds, and gently guides you to lay down. His mouth waters as he nears your pussy, stopping a couple of fingers away.

“Can I have a taste?” He asked, hands kneading at your plush thighs.

“Please,” you whispered.

His dewy tongue glides over your lips before receding away briefly, reaching over to gather some of the buttercream and glazing your cunt with it. You trembled at the sensation, inhaling sharply as Taishiro mouths against you ravenously. His tongue thrashing dexterously, sucking and flicking at your clit.

“Taste like a dream.” He sighs, slipping a fat finger into your wetness.

You mewled, jolting as his finger curled into your gummy walls.

“Does that feel good?” Taishiro cooed, a second finding itself by the first.

“Yes, you're doing so well Taishi!” You praised, a hand entangling in his wheat-blond hair and tugging lightly.

“Praise me more…” Taishiro groaned, his fingers hastening.

“Your mouth makes me feral, makes me feel so good.” You hummed blissfully before a drawled out moan breathes past your lips as you squirted, your cum dripping down his arm and his hidden fingers.

“Damn.” Taishiro blushed, slurping up your liquid arousal.

He removes himself from between your legs, ridding of his straining pants and boxers. Your heart raced, observing as he stroked his girth with a hushed whine. Even though the both of you had sex quite a few times, you alway seemed surprised at his dick size—it was intimidatingly large. Your breath halts, his cock circling your oozing hole before being slowly swallowed by your warmth, and cursed.

“Your pussy was just as hungry as I was.” Taishiro jokes, laughing softly.

“Taishi…” you cried, throwing an arm over your face.

He pushes your arm from your flustered face, rolling his hips, leaving loving kisses. “keep your eyes on me, look at the one that is making you writhe on their dick.”

Your lusty eyes swept over his face, admiring your fiance. He leans down, giving a nimble kiss, his hips rocking attentively.

"Faster." You breathe, grinding against his thrust.

Taishori’s breaths were labored, heated with arousal, his balls smacking against your ass as his hips became erratic—aching for your pussy to devour his potent cum . “Gonna breed you so well, baby. Mhm- gonna be swollen with my seed.”

“Please cum in me!” You cried, throwing your head back with ecstasy as you reached your peak.

Tashiro choked wordlessly as your walls fluttered around his dick.

“Never waste, going to feed your cunt so well.” He grunted, the head of his cock forcing through your cervix and into your fertile womb.

“Take it all!” He roared, spilling himself.

You moaned hushly, you felt so full, as Taishiro's hand rubs your slightly bulging tummy. He removes himself and cum dribbles from your puckering hole, Taishiro grins satisfyingly, and pushes himself from you.

“Let’s get something to eat and go for a second round, baby cakes!”

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elvenlia · 4 months

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Endeavor x reader

Her mind felt like it was ready to explode with everything she had just witnessed on the television screen. Endeavors oldest son, which everyone believed to have long passed, was actually the villian Dabi. And he announced it for the entire world to hear.

Her heart broke, for many reasons. For Shoto who witnessed it first hand, for Dabi - Touya for the years of built up pain and anguish and for Endeavor ...

Y/n had long since grown a bond with the Pro hero, having worked as his personal assistant from the age of 21 until now at 27. Six years of dealing with that stubborn, brash man.

Over the years she's learned to read him, read between the lines of his harsh words and lack of emotion. Once past those obnoxious barriers, he wasn't all that bad. At least not to her.

They had an odd dynamic, most thought. She was boisterous, outgoing, confident and kind. Where as he was rude, hard and emotionally inept.

She would tease him and laugh, while others would scurry away at the sight of a glare pointed their way. She wasn't afraid of him, nor intimidated.

He was her boss, she respected him of course, but she never let him treat her as if she was less than or below him. She would go toe to toe with him in any argument, never backing down.

She had even developed a bond with his family, against his will of course, at first. Though something he'd never say out loud was he was secretly grateful to her for that. She could be there for them in places he couldn't, hasn't.

Which brought y/n to where she was now, dropping everything to hop in her car and set herself on the way to Endeavor's office. She knew that's where he'd be after this whole disaster took place.

Just as she pulled onto the main road a phone call came through on her cell. Quickly she answered it, it was him.

" Hey, Enji I'm- "

" I need you .. "

" I know, I'm already on my way. I'll be there soon, okay? "

The only reply y/n got was silence on the other end before he hung up the phone. The way his voice cracked as he spoke only made her heart ache more for him.

Endeavor was know for being a bad father, that much was a fact. He was hardly a capable parent and let his greed and desire cloud his intentions when it came to his kids. Though in the past year or so he has been trying to do better, be better for them.

Y/n had stayed many hours over at the office listening to him speak about his children, so compassionate not one of them would believe even if they heard it come from his own mouth. Though she did, she believed him.

After grabbing some dinner for the man, y/n quickly entered the office building heading straight for Endeavors office and entering without a knock. They were the only two there.

"Okay, I texted Fuyumi and had dinner sent to your home for the kids. So their dinner is taken care of for tonight, they don't need to worry. And I brought you some tonkatsu, incase your hungry. "

Y/n spoke as she entered the office, setting the bag in front of the dazed man on his desk. Sliding her phone into her bag she hopped up onto the corner of his desk beside him, as she so commonly did. Though usually in work attire and not sweatpants but that didn't matter right now.

" How are you feeling, Enji? "

She asked softly, reaching a hand out to grasp his shoulder giving it a reassuring squeeze which pulled him from his daze to finally notice she was there.

She was able to now get a better look at his face, the way his bottom lip trimbled mixed with the splotches of dried blood caked around his face and in his hair made her want to cry for the man.

She had never seen him look so absolutely defeated.

The look didn't suit him. She'd take his harsh glares and scowls any day.

" He's my own son and I never - "

He slammed a fist down on to the desk beside where she was sat near her thigh. Gritting his teeth so hard she could hear them scraping together as tears started to well in the corners of his eyes.

" You couldn't have known, Enji. He doesn't resemble ... he's different now. "

" He's been alive this whole time! I thought - I thought .. "

" I know, I know ..."

She shushed him as she pulled him into a tight embrace, rubbing soft circles into his back. This was the first time he'd ever allowed her to be this close to him, to show this type of vulnerability in front of her.

" It's all my fault ... I ruined him . "

She wished she had sweet comforting words to whisper softly to him, but she didn't. He was right, he did Touya very wrong and she wouldn't lie to him in sake of making the blow easier for him.

So she chose to stay quiet and allow him to weep, mumbling out incoherent words into her shoulder as she held him close.

After sometime of him staying buried in her shoulder he finally pulled away, now only a numb look reflected in his eyes.

" Let me take you home. "

She broke the silence, taking his hand in her much smaller one and giving it a gentle tug as to gesture him to follow her. She had also grabbed the bag of untouched food in her other hand as she lead the man out of his office building. Locking up as she went.

The car ride was quite, almost deafeningly quite. She had only ever drove him a handful of times, when his driver was unavailable, but everytime he'd nearly go into a fit over her driving skills. Though tonight it seemed he didn't care.

It was nearing midnight, she was hoping she wouldn't wake anyone as she dropped the man off at his home. Taking him inside, she sat him in the kitchen at the table, plating his food and once again sitting it in front of him.

" Eat, it'll make you feel better. "

She left the hero to his vices as she wondered into the living room, peeking around to see if anyone remained up. And to her surprise, a figure was sat before the fireplace, the fire long having died down.

" Sho? "

Y/n softly called to the boy, leaning over the couch to place a gentle touch to his shoulder.

" Y/n - .. "

His voice broke as he placed his hand over hers, his touch trembling.

" Oh Sho - I'm so sorry. "

She bit her lip to contain her own emotions which brewed dangerously in the pit of her stomach. Wrapping her arms around the boys shoulders from behind she gave him a tight squeeze, holding him in silence for a moment like she had done for his father.

" You should head to bed Sho, it's late and you deserve some sleep. "

He offered a sullen nod before sulking off down the hall.

Hearing footsteps coming up beside her, her attention was grabbed by arms engulfing her into a tight embrace, once again. She had noticed he had cleaned himself up and changed out of his hero costume finally.

She held Endeavor for the second time that night.

" Thank you for being here for my family and myself.. "

His once strong voice now dimmed and lower.

" You don't need to thank me, Enji. "

He shook his head slowly in reply, letting a moment pass by before speaking again.

" Please stay with me tonight? "

His question was so quiet, only meant for her ears as she took in his words. Softly she nodded, pulling away slightly from his embrace.

" I'll stay. "

It seems it wouldn't be the last time she'd be holding Endeavor close that night.

#mha #fanfiction #x reader #x yn #bnha #my hero academia #endeavor #enji todoroki #mha fanfiction #short story #fluff

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starlit-stories · 1 year

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30 Second Read... Aizawa

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairings: Aizawa Shouta x GN!Reader

Notes: Well it’s been a hot minuet hasn’t it? The lot of us have been pretty busy with irl things and Mod Cia and I have been pretty preoccupied with other projects. Sorry for the wait! -Mod Kay

BNH || MHA M.list || Main M.list

It was one of those nights. You just couldn't sleep, or rather stay asleep. Feeling both physically and mentally tired. Tossing and turning. Shifting the blankets off and on. Adjusting your pillow. Nothing seemed to work.

Bleary eyes stare blankly at the empty space in your bed. With a sigh you force your tired body up, stumbling only a few times as you make your way to your boyfriend's office.

The lights were off but the dimmed glow from his work computer illuminated his perpetually tired face. One hand typing slowly at his keyboard while the other sat snugly around his mug. More than likely filled with your strongest caffeine blend.

His gaze trailed to you as you approached. "One of those nights?" The only response you could muster was a tired nod. "I still have more work to complete but you know your welcome to stay here." He turned his chair as he spoke, offering you a place in his lap. Not wasting a second more you’re curled up against him. Both hands found places to loosely clutch at his shirt while your face found its place against his neck.

Once you were settled he shifted his seat to reface his computer. Though now his hand abandoned its place on his mug to run soothing circles over your lower back. His warmth and steady heartbeat finally helped lull you to sleep. Your last shreds of consciousness catching the soft press of lips against the crown of your head.

"Sleep well, my love."

#aizawa shouta #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #mha aizawa #bnha aizawa #Writing by Mod Kay #30 second read #short story #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha x reader #bnha x reader

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thelastidiot29 · 11 months

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Katsuki Bakugou

Fantasy AU

♤Dragon Jury♤

A ring of smoke reached his cheek. Grazed it, tasted it, warmed it. The crushing weight on his chest made him cough. Raspy, shallow, hard.

"Al-Alright, you scaley freak." Katsuki spat. Raspy, shallow, hard. He stared past the gapping nostrils of the beast. Another breath of bitter cinder brushed his face, filling his lungs.

The paw of the dragon pressed against Katsuki's chest. His leather tunic doing nothing to conceal the pressure. A tsked scoff fell through his gritted teeth.

The dragon shrank closer, bit the cloth of his tunic and pulled him up into the air. Katsuki dug his fingers into the scales of his snout, holding himself, keeping from falling. Katsuki grunted. The dragon growled, its teeth baring against his torn cloth.

Katsuki clenched his hands around the scales, flug his lower body so he was sloth-ed around the beast's chin. Katsuki buried his grip in the dragon's lips, hanging on as it swung its head through the air. Katsuki grinned, grunted, and seethed, "Yeah, I got you right where I want you."

The dragon roared. It unclenched its Jaws and let out a loud, rumbling howl. Mounds of heat left its silver tongue. Katsuki seethed at the heat on his hands. He grounded the backs of his heels into the dragon's chin and twisted his body, his hands pulling at its mouth. The dragon roared and twisted its head, so far its body collapsed onto the field of grass.

Katsuki smirked. The dragon shook its head, trying desperately to claw the Barbarian Prince off of its snout.

"Would you boys stop playing around?"

Kirishima shook his head once more, dropping Katsuki on his back.

"Oof.." Katsuki grunted. He gave a grumbled scoff and clambered to his feet. His dragon friend sat down, shaking the ground beneath their feet the moment his tail reached the concrete. Katsuki scratched his head and looked over at his crossed armed figure. "What do ya want, ya old hag?"

Mitsuki, the Queen, his mother, stood. Her green dress dazzled with jewels and silver fell down her waist and grazed her heels with bristled ends. "Why are you out here, horse-playing? You both have your first scout today."

Katsuki rolled his eyes, scoffed and grimaced. He wanted to punch Kirishima for his wagging tail and bright slitted eyes. It wouldn't do much in his dragon form, so he didn't. He walked over to the white tainted piller and snatched his cape off of the altar next to it.

His mother growled, "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Katsuki."

"I heard you." He dropped the cape over his shoulder. He threaded the golden pin through the latch, binding it around his neck. "I got it."

"Katsuki."

"What."

When his red eyes looked back up, his mother was standing in front of him, frowning into his eyes. She grabbed his face, strong and rough, practically yanked him off his feet.

Katsuki growled and tried to pull her away, then her lips were on his forehead and he lit up in fury.

Katsuki struggled from her grasp, yanking away, growling and churning, "What the hell?!"

A snort left Kirishima's nostrils.

"Oh, shut up! Shitty-Scales!"

"Get ready for your scout. Your father will be sending you off." Mitsuki shook a hand through his spikes then trailed away. Katsuki glared at her back, as if expecting to burn a hole through her. It wasn't long before she disappeared behind the field gate.

Katsuki felt a gust of wind blow over his face and body. His clothes and hair shook, but he stood, motionless.

"Oooh, man!" The bright and cheery voice of Kirishima rang. Katsuki forced himself still, so as to not turn around and strangle the shape-shifting dragon. "That was adorable!"

"Say another word, and I will bury you in the ground."

"Whatever you say. Hey, man? Where are my clothes?"

Katsuki turned around, glaring at the naked redhead. Kirishima smiled with sharp teeth, and glowing eyes and the blonde closed his arms over his chest.

Kirishima's smile dropped, "Okay, no, seriously… Where are my clothes?"

"Hell if I know!" Katsuki threw his hands in the air, "I told you not to take them off in the first place!"

"Dude, we have this conversation everyday. If I keep my clothes on when I transform they'll just tear! Then I'd have to walk back to the village with my ass swinging."

"I don't know where your shitty clothes are, tail-face."

"Woah. My tail is rocking."

"Aha… then go rock it bare, back to the village."

Kirishima flashed a smile, "See I wouldn't mind that, but humans don't take too kindly to seeing my junk."

"I'm not doing this with you."

"Yes you are! Help me find them!"

Katsuki turned away. His cape flew behind him as he started towards the gate.

"I- You- Alright, fine! Your Royal Highness." Kirishima called after him. Katsuki felt himself smirk. He pulled the neck of his half torn tunic, and brushed the fabric wrinkles down and kept walking. "See if I help you the next time you lose your cape! It's still overkill by the way!"

"My cape is 'rocking'"

"Wait! Come back! You can't leave me here naked!"

"Come get me when you're ready to go."

"Bakugou!"

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

One flap of his wings, with the might to bend the still, planted trees for miles. One flap. Then, they were in the air.

Katsuki was arched against the dragon's spin. In his hand he held the thorn pikes relieving from Kirishima's scaly back. The red dragon swept over trees, over birds, then through clouds. He flapped his wing again, then was back to gliding.

"First scout, huh?" The sight of the town, the brown towers and homes, the golden and beige architecture bleeding into the forest's natural palette. The sun turned the leaves dark green, light green, gray green, a bunch of greens. Katsuki scoped over the land. He tsked, "The toddlers in the orphanage could do this."

A mighty huff left Kirishima's flared nostrils. He flapped his wings, keeping them level.

Katsuki did his duty, scanning the surface area. He squinted past leaves of trees, spotting civilians. Civilians catching fish, civilians sprawling for sport, civilians dancing, civilians feasting.

The festival.

Katsuki forgot about the festival.

Kirishima must have spotted it too, because he flapped his wings and propelled them faster, past the kingdom square. Katsuki shrank against his neck, wiping his forehead then straightening back up.

"I'm fine, Shitty-Scales." Katsuki mumbled. His voice was carried away by the wind, but Kirishima's ears twitched and it told him he could be heard. "By the end of the damn thing, my Ma will realize she's an idiot."

The dragon snorted.

"I don't care if she's the Queen. She'll always be an ol' hag to me."

Another snort, less strong, soft. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

He didn't want to think about the stupid festival. The party was made with the sole purpose of manipulating him into finding a suitable king or queen. He wasn't interested in marriage, he wasn't interested in dating. 'The hell couldn't he rule the kingdom alone?!

He wouldn't think about it.

If he thought about it then he would get pissy.

His kingdom did not want him to be pissy by the time he got back for the damn festival.

So, he glared down. Glaring through the trees. Green, brown. More green, more brown, blue.

Blue?

"Ejirou, slow down." Katsuki said. He pulled himself to peer down Kirishima's flank as he glided softly. The smallest flicker of blue came from behind a tree, it was foreign, out of place. He narrowed his ruby eyes, and pointed, "Over there. Fly down."

Kirishima opened his mouth and gave a whiney groan. Katsuki knew what he meant, We should fly back, tell the Queen.

"Coward." Katsuki spat, "Fly me down."

Kirishima hesitated.

"Now."

Kirishima dipped, slicing through the air and barreling through the current of wind. He flew, changing direction and lowering his altitude. Katsuki squinted at the trees as they got closer, trying to see that blue spark again.

There was nothing.

The wind from Kirishima's wings thrusted the tree's leaves. They bent and flew, some fell to join the others on the ground. By the time Kirishima's heavy paws marked the dirt, they were centered in snowing leaves sticking to them.

Katsuki jumped from his back, his boots sticking to the soot. Kirishima knew what to do. He shrank back, ducked and went silent. Birds stopped chirping, bunnies stopped moving, and the rare phenomenon of silence shook Katsuki to his core.

A leaf stuck to his bare abdomen. He plucked it off and dropped it to the ground with the rest. He looked around. Felt the leftover wind graze his face. Then… stillness. Absolute silence.

Katsuki drew his blade from the scabbard at his lower hip.

"I would show myself, if I was you." Katsuki spat. He spun his blade, the pommel at the grip pressing against the bottom of his palm as he held it forward.

The silence broke. The smallest rustle of leaves broke the stillness. The sound of twigs rustling, leaves shaking. The blonde prince spun around, quick.

An earth shattering grumble vibrated through Kirishima's throat. He opened his mouth, and his tongue glowed with flames. Katsuki held up a hand, silently telling him to hold. The dragon obeyed.

A figure broke from the bush. His boot smacked the earth, and his hands flexed at his side. Katsuki scanned him, from his feet up. The black slacks held at his waist, the gray and black tunic that split off near his lower thigh, the silver chains around his throat, the purple scars that plagued his face and skin.

"Who the hell are you?" Katsuki held his sword, made sure the stranger knew that he was skilled enough to slit his throat.

Kirishima held his unsure stance, showing his sharp teeth.

The stranger held up his hands, grinning with a sarcastic surrender, "The name's Dabi. Nice to meet you too."

"You're trespassing."

"How would you know that? You know everyone in the kingdom by face?"

Katsuki snorted. It wasn't humorous, it was threatening. He tilted his blade, and at the same time he upturned his head. "No. But witches and mages aren't welcome here."

Dabi grinned, "Oh? Who said I'm a mage?"

"That stunt you just pulled."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Bullshit. You aren't from here. Where are you from?" Katsuki stepped closer.

Dabi tilted his head up as the sharp blade got closer to the purple scarring on his throat. He still held his hands in on either side of his head, grinning, smirking.

"I'd love to give you a run down on my life story, but I'd feel a little better doing that without a blade to my throat, and an oversized lizard breathing on me."

"Dragon."

"Lizard. Dragon's are extinct."

"Are you fuckin stupid?-"

"Listen kid," Dabi put a hand on the sword, gently lowering it. "How about you forget you saw me, and run back to your little village."

"Go jump off a cliff."

"Ouch."

Katsuki clenched down on his sword's grip. He brought it back up to Dabi's throat, "Leave my kingdom. If I see your face again, I'll drive this blade into your brain."

"I get the gist." Dabi lowered his hands. Katsuki glared, he didn't stop until the scarred bastard started moving his feet.

Kirishima snapped his mouth shut, and both the teenage boys watched Dabi retreat into the safety of the trees. Katsuki slid his sword back into the scabbard and breathed.

Kirishima harbored closer to his blonde friend. He extended his muzzle so close that Katsuki could feel his retracting and extending breaths.

Katsuki gave him a pat, "Let's get back to the village."

He gave a low roar.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

The persistent pulling of the chiperish girl didn't stop him from yanking away and falling into a seat at the table. His chest was heaving, his blonde strands were a mess on his head, and the black and gold doublet collar made it suddenly hard to breathe.

Katsuki grabbed the collar and yanked it away with a grimace.

The girl, strand of red, and grace of none took the seat beside him. She smiled into his face, "Don't tell me you're tired already, prince. The festival has hardly begun."

"Get the hell out of my face." He snapped once.

Katsuki expected her persistence and energy to over take his spoiled words, but her face quickly dropped and she moved away; finally taking a hint. Katsuki fell back against the chair, groaning, and breathing for the first time since he'd arrived.

"You'll never find a bride like that, Katsuki."

Fucking Hag.

He didn't bother to look at his mom. Not even when she slid into the vacant seat beside him. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to go to his room, swing a few swords with his father and call it a night. It was nearly sun down and he was stuck in a party with a bunch of rich hungry assholes.

"Good. I don't want a bride."

"No groom would want that hostility either."

Katsuki smacked his lips and rolled his eyes. He gave no verbal response though, he was sure his mother knew exactly what he meant and was deciding to be an ignorant wrench. So silently, he turned his back to the grinning woman and watched the dancers ahead of the table.

"Is this you telling me you favor men? I can send all the ladies home."

"I swear to god–" He gritted his teeth.

"What about that dragon boy you're always spending time with? He'd be a mighty king."

"I'm not gay, you hag!"

"Well, you haven't given one of these young ladies a look all night. You need a suitress, Katsu."

"Don't call me that."

"Look at me." Mitsuki said. Though stern, it was soft.

Katsuki turned and looked at his mom. Her red eyes softened and it made his body tense as if it knew what was coming before his brain could catch up. She reached out and cupped his face, and despite instinct, he let her.

"My son, I worry about you. This isn't just about the kingdom, this about you having someone besides you. Don't take it so lightly." She mumbled. It lacked hostility, it lacked demand and it made him a little more confused than he would ever admit. He looked away, staring at the leg of the table and feeling her thumb brush over his cheek. "I just don't want you to be alone."

Finally, whatever trance he was in died and he slapped her hand away. He jerked back, crossed his arms and slouched in his chair with the hardest snarl he could muster.

"Leave me alone."

Suddenly an arm was around his neck and was pulling him out of his chair.

"You ungrateful brat! There is no winning with you!" Mitsuki yelled, twisting her fist in his hair.

Katsuki pried at her arm, "Let go of me, you dumb-"

"Finish that sentence I dare you! I will kick your ass in front of everyone, don't try me Katsuki Bakugou."

"I'd like to see you try, you useless asswipe!"

"Watch your mouth you little—"

A scream.

One single scream made both of the both relatives stop and look around.

Mitsuki pushed Katsuki back in his chair and stood up. Without a second of hesitation Katsuki straightened himself and his eyes fell to his mother. Her face was painted blues and purples from a strange light source that was not in effect earlier.

He followed his mother's wide, still eyes.

And flames.

Blue, sulfide, and heat was all that consumed the once vibrant and cheery landscape.

He fell back into his chair.

His back hit the spine of the wood and he choked at what he saw.

Flames the color of hades, plunging its way into every crevasse it could find. Screams rattled through his skull, the cackle of the horrific fire sunk into his ear drums and suddenly he was paralyzed.

And as if the devil.

One stray man parted from the gapping wall of flames that was created in seconds.

Katsuki looked at the man, starting from the feet and moving his eyes up.

He wore slacks, held at his waist, a gray and black tunic that split off near his lower thigh, silver chains gaping around his throat, and insidious purple scars that plagued his face and skin.

He grinned, "I thought you guys might be a little cold."

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colourstreakgryffin · 11 months

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Thunder and Hugs; NejiTama Fluffshot

(Just wanted to write about my favourite Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia ship, please don’t judge me or eat me alive)

Nejire whines softly under her breath, holding a mug of piping hot cocoa to her chest as her lengthy periwinkle hair wrapped around her waist firmly like cuddling arms. She hadn’t even been bothered to fix herself up, she felt like iron dumbbells were attached to each limb, it was suffocating

Nejire has been awake for a whole 106 minutes after being woken up by thunder. She can’t go back to sleep and it’s frustrating! Fear shot through her bloodstream at the sound of thunder crackling at random points each and everytime.

The beloved hot cocoa had most definitely spilled little puddles on the carpeted floor more than once, thankfully, not on the couch nor her beloved PJs!

Despite her brand new proposed position, a recognised student with the potential of becoming a highly talented persona in U.A. Only after a few days and she had won this title a lot quicker than she suspected! Even with her otherworldly strength, she had quite the childish fear she felt so embarrassed to merely think about

A fear of thunder

Silence overwhelmed her, slightly relieving her tense muscles. What would she have given for the thunder to disappear! Her heavy head slowly laid down on the cushioned armrest and eyes fluttered in a fight to stay open

Nejire, moments after silence and exhaustion taking over, suddenly shot up in fear from her dozing-off state, almost screaming outloud as she bit down on her bottom lip to prevent herself from waking up all the other first-years who were peacefully sleeping

Every a new strike of the mighty thunder violated her rather sensitive ears and made her body shook intensely. Her hands abandoned the reach for the hot cocoa and tightly clutched the cute cat plush in her lap instead

Her knees rose to met the back of the plush then her bundled body fell on the cushion in a side drop. She didn’t know how to get rid of her fear, she only knew she could wait through the rounds. Despite how tired she is, she tried her best to beat the fear so it didn’t beat her. Looking around the magnificent dorm building in hopes her heart will go back to regular speed

Down one of the many moonlight-lightened hallways, Tamaki yawned a soft kitten yawn, stretching out his arms with sleep still ingrained within his senses

He was exhausted but plagued with a classic case of inability to sleep after waking up all so randomly. Deciding to get up, Tamaki walked over to the dorm’s kitchen fridge with his eyes shut, opening the appliance slowly and fishing out the half-empty milk carton

A warm glass of milk sounds like a good idea to help put himself back to sleep. He did need a plentiful amount of sleep, a important assembly was to take place early in the morning the next day. Opening two of the spacious bottom cupboard of the dorm room’s big kitchen, he craned out a tall glass and placed it with a light clink on the counter

Tamaki carefully filled up the glass, watching the thick snowy liquid rise up high and high until the flat sheet merely shimmed against the edges of the glass’s rim. Turning around on a heel spin, he lazily threw open the fridge door, placed the carton back with little care and shut it as he twirled back to where his glass sat

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Tamaki leapt upwards in surprise of the horrified blaring scream his skin jolting for the skies. His hands crumbled into tight fists defensively, not knocking the just filled glass over. His instincts reacted quicker to prevent himself from making a mess he’d knew would be a hell to clean up

Who… who screamed? Is there somebody in danger? What happened? So many questions ran through his mind as he slowly, with his hands grazing the marble counter, manoeuvred around it to locate where the scream came from

Tamaki’s senses kicked into fight mode when he heard sobbing. Gentle feminine-like sobbing, it sounded helpless and scared. Somebody was in danger here, he was certain of it. He ran a hand down his side to his pyjama pant pocket for the packet Takoyaki he had prepared for any emergency

Yanking out the Takoyaki and stifling the noise of crinkling and ripping, the open tear let Tamaki fish out the food piece and swallow the small round ball down in one whole gulp. He may have to fight a villain, if the crying he hears belongs to a victim

Tamaki thought out what may be happening as he slowly walked up to the back of the comfy couch, not wanting to scare whoever may be there. The sound of the same sobbing hugged his ears and his heart dropped in empathy

Did a victim of a villain find their way into U.A? His question was answered when he noticed the visible colour of periwinkle blue from behind the tall back cushions

Nejire whined, covering her soaked red face and tired, sore eyes with her hands. Tamaki’s eyes blinged, he recognised her in a instant. The new girl with a quirk so unbelievably impressive, she was shot into potentially a extremely skilled student after a single training session! Sure, he and Mirio were the same but it still impressed him

She is not okay… what… should he ask her what’s wrong?

“Are… are you… okay?” Tamaki asked in a shy stutter, his voice soft but noticeable enough for her to hear, his hands tangled around each other behind his back as his head was lowered slightly. Thankfully, the thunder was silent so her shoulders jolted to sign that she heard him

Tamaki knew he couldn’t ignore the poor girl, he had to help her. Even if he felt far too nervous or unskilled enough to fix the issue, he’d be a cruel monster to leave her to deal with whatever issue that’s bothering her on her own

Sure, he did just waste his emergency Takoyaki but at this rate, he didn’t mind. A fellow student needed his help so he was happy to oblige in the best way he could

Nejire eventually lifted her head again after seconds of deep consideration, her hands raking off her cheeks as her glassy eyes glimmered in wonder at the person before her. Like a angel had just blessed her vision

The timid friend Togata-san had with him! He has a really cool quirk of big food accessories from what she seen! Nejire said to herself as she forced out a smile, stuffing the cat plush into the gap of the cushion and her hip. She didn’t want to seem helpless or weak, why should she worry somebody else with her own issue?

“O-of course! Sorry, I accidentally h-hit my foot, I’m okay!” Nejire lightly stuttered, hoping she sounded optimistic enough as she kept herself smiling and rubbed a spot in her foot as to fake trying to ease pain. Though, the hope to act out her stability crumbled on the spot when a very loud bang of thunder erupted, causing Nejire to scream quickly in pure shaken fear

Tamaki‘s brief surprise faded into a soft smile as his heart drowned in raw empathy. He had the same fear of thunder back as a child. Mirio helped him quite a lot to get over it but that doesn’t mean the thunder still isn’t as intimidating. He related to the fear very much, it disturbed his sleep more times then he can count

Tamaki took a deep breath after snapping free of his thoughts, his cheeks burning red in nervousness. This situation would be different if it was anybody else but it had to be the new beautiful girl? Tamaki didn’t have the gut to even look at the known pretty 1st year girls. How could he possibly comfort this one?!

Nejire whimpered outloud as the thunder died down in a long dragged out pace, pressing that rather colourful couch cushions into her face again to stifle her crying. She hated this so much, she was so tired. All she wanted was to be able to go back to sleep without being awoken by annoying scary noises!

Tamaki knew in that moment he had to help Nejire with the teachings Mirio gave him. How to get over the thunder quicker. Running a hand down his wrist from behind his built back, he pinched the skin to try ease himself and prepare. Nejire was occupied with trying to pcontrol her violently beating heart and growing whines that she gasped surprised at the feeling of the couch dipping with extra weight

Nejire lifted herself up from the couch, fingers splitting apart to look through the gap. She was curious to know what Tamaki had planned to do now. Though, she was quite shocked that he was able to talk to her, he seemed so shy that he hid away from her when she first met Mirio

“M-may… may I help?” Tamaki asked another question, shuffling closer very slightly as his heart went wild. Nejire was more than beautiful and it was kinda distracting to a point, his voice trailed as he examined her face. Smooth clean skin, big sparkling blue eyes, prominent long lashes and plump lips. This girl has model-level looks, it added another good quality to her already impressive resume

Tamaki swore his face exploded when her rosy lips curled into a gentle smile directed at him and her eyes glittered. “I-I’d love that b-but how?” Nejire asked in a bit more enthusiastic tone, pulling out her infamous cat plush and pressing it to her bust with her arms squeezing it in a snuggle trap. The one-sided hug helped make her feel a bit safer

“Mirio taught me the best way to get over the Thunder is to distract yourself, it won’t be so scary if you don’t focus on it. That’s what makes it so scary, waiting and waiting puts pressure and the suspense leaves you terrified when the strike does arrive” Nejire’s frightened heart flipped, her cheeks flamed in pleasure. She was very flattered at the young man’s consideration and her hands resisted the urge to cover her warm cheeks

Sure, lots of guys had approached her on her first day, though, most were hitting on her. For once, a guy who seemed to genuinely care for her and not see her as just a pretty face or a hot body. She couldn’t be more thankful as she bounced up to her knees and smiled genuinely

“That can work! What do you think we can do? A game? I have—“

Nejire screamed louder at the most powerful thunder strike so far, leaping at Tamaki and clinging onto his built torso. Tamaki, on the other hand, almost flung out of his skin a second time at the feeling of the young woman’s more dainty arms wrap around his waist and her breasts push against his sheathed abs

Her worried eyes locked over the open window, battered with heavy rain and light flashes of lightning blue fading into the pitch black night. This was simply the worst night for her ever, in her whole life!

Nejire stuffs her face into his shoulder with a annoyed saddened whine. “It’s so loud” Her words was muffled but Tamaki knew exactly what she said

Tamaki’s hands trembled intensely, could he…? He wouldn’t get in trouble for it, would he? After almost a whole minute of deep rushing consideration, he wrapped his arms around her back

Nejire was definitely surprised by the sudden touch but melted into the warmth, his built arms were soft and big, she gently untangled her arms and pulled them up to lay on his chest, face buried in his built torso. She absolutely loves hugs

“Thank you…” Nejire expressed her gratitude in a gentle voice that was muffled, she hopped over his thigh so she was sat inbetween Tamaki’s legs, she felt much more comfortable in this position

Tamaki blushed so heavy, he was certain all his blood was beating against his cheeks. His fingers drew meaningless patterns on her back, her long periwinkle blue hair wrapped around his forearm as if it was sentient

Her occasional sniffs died out as minutes stretched out. Her breathing was very gentle and her clutched fists loosened from it’s slightly tight squeeze. A new sudden strike of thunder bashed against the window but Nejire didn’t jump this time, she was falling asleep and tuned it out. All it took was a hug from a kind person she knew she liked to let go of her fear for once

Tamaki sighed in a mix of relief and anxiety, leaning his head back to start controlling his frantic heart but his eyes widened in shock at what stood behind them. Mirio smiled cheerfully, head hung forward to met eyes with his childhood best friend, his arms laid crossed on the back of the couch. The taller man smile grew bigger with pride, and joy lacing his expression

“Hello, ladiesman!” Mirio smirked in a slightly teasing sense, voice ever so softer than usual as Tamaki’s face burned strawberry red in embarrassment, his legs almost curled up to hide his face but he prevented the instincts so he didn’t wake up Nejire. Of course he had to get caught hugging the new girl by his best friend, who loved to push buttons

“I-I… n-no… I!” Tamaki stuttered helplessly, his hands rubbing a now sleeping Nejire’s head, he didn’t want to let go of her. She was having a wonderful sleep from how soft her breathing is and how her pretty eyelashes rested on her rosy cheeks

“It’s fine, Tama! I know that you like her! I won’t tell anybody!” Mirio cheered, covering his lips with his pointer and winked playfully. Tamaki sighed in defeat, craning his head back down to look at the cute, peacefully sleeping Nejire as he thought intently

This will be quite the hellish night

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justdoingitforlove · 1 year

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His Secret Lover

( Bakugou x Fem.Reader )

Not prove read so 🫡

Warnings: Angst, foul language throughout, use of violence, mentions of sexual assault, blood and gore mentioned, viewer discretion is advised.

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki. Japan’s best hero. His popularity perceives him as to why you kept your relationship in the dark. For reasons like this. He was afraid And now his worst nightmare had just became reality.

“I’m gonna miss date night,”

His voice over the phone was full of exhaustion as he lays back on his office chair looking at all the papers on his desk.

“Again…”

“Oh it’s alright, love!” Your voice filled his heart only for it to break at the fact he’s missing yet another planned date night, “I’m glad you told me and didn’t leave me hanging.”

He scoffed and places his hand over his head, “Tsk, I wasn’t gonna miss this but I’ve got these files that these shitheads forgot to do so now I’m stuck with even more work then planned.”

“Don’t worry about, babe! It’s fine you’ve got work and I know it hasn’t been easy,” you sigh but still keep a smile, “I have to finish this dress tonight for Madame, anyways, so it will keep me entertained.” You smile in sarcasm and look at the unfinished dress that Madame expected to have done.

Katsuki chuckles but can’t help but clench his fist, annoyed at how well your taking this. Like it doesn’t phase you. He knows this week has kept him occupied from you and it hurts him that you still manage to put up with him. He has no idea what he did to deserve someone like you.

“Yeah well next time I’m making us the best dinner you’ve ever had!” He assured, with his snarky attitude.

“Oh really?” you voice filled with amusement.

“Oh yeah,” he responds in his raspy voice that creates goosebumps all over you, “And trust me. You won’t forget it.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you giggle, you cheeks turning a shade of pink at his comment.

“I gotta go, babe, this coworkers are gonna be the death of me,” you groan at the fact your two close coworkers arguing again, attempting to find the culprit of who broke the coffee maker.

“And in case you don’t live forever, let me tell you now” he chuckle at your exaggerated comment, “I love you more that you’ll ever wrap your head around.”

His smile that only you can ever get out of him grows, “I don’t want I did to deserve you.”

“Yeah your pretty lucky,” you agree, proudly.

“Oh whatever,” his smile fades at your response but he mumbles, “I love you most.”

You giggle and end the call until you realize the spot your still in. Crazy coworkers and an unfinished dress, how the gods have some plan for you.

He places his phone in his pocket and faces reality. Shitheads messed everything up. Why does he have to be the one to clean this up?

—

Time passes by and the sun slowly starts to set. Katsuki is halfway finished and he’s about ready to leave. That’s until his close friend runs into his office.

“What the hell is your problem!?” Katsuki looks up, too pissed to even notice his friends face.

“We just got a call from Deku’s Agency,” his face looks pale, “Bakugou it’s bad.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Katsuki’s voice is serious. “Kirishima! What the fuck does it mean!?” He is eager to know but the words won’t come out of his mouth. He opens his mouth as Katsuki get closer and pulls his collar. He wasn’t ready for the words that came out of his mouth.

“Bakugou, they got her.”

—

“Planned another date night?” Your close coworker, (RN) ask, curious.

“We did, but change of plans,” you sigh, focusing on the finale sew, leaning back against your fun spinning chair, “We both had to work late, so it wasn’t gonna work anyways.”

(R/N) couldn’t help but feel bad, “Well maybe after this, you wanna grab a bite at whatever’s open?”

“Y’know that new ramen place just opened and I have been dying to try it,” you gave cheeky smirk as she was offering. She smiled and nodded her head.

You finally get up to stretch you back and head to the fabric closet. You open and noticed some of the fabric you needed was missing.

“(R/N), did you and (O/N) use the rest of the red velvet?! You know I need to get this dress done by tonight,” you groan, grabbing the closest red you could get.

“(R/N)?” You ask, wondering why she didn’t answer. You close the door and wait again for a response. There is no way she didn’t hear you. You guys were supposed to be the last ones out of the building.

“Y-,”

Before you could say anything, you were thrown to the ground by a huge explosion. You couldn’t hear from your right ear for the longest time as you were trying realize what happened. You look and see your coworker, dead. Your eyes widen as you desperately crawl over to her lifeless body. You open your mouth but heard nothing come out. You were surrounded by smog and blue fire. You could feel someone come from behind you.

It was dusty and your surroundings lacked oxygen. What happened? You couldn’t hear yourself scream in pain as you feel a sharp feeling in your left shoulder. Needles upon needles dug into your sink. You crying in pain as you pull it out one by one.

“Fuck!” You cry, “(R/N)! Oh my—“ you cover your mouth as you look at her body, “Please! Wake up! Damn it! Wake up!” Uncontrollable pain unfolds as the tears stream down your face. You look around trying to gain a balance. Weak knees, you sway up and hold on to wall, covering you mouth. Your coughs become constant and your losing sight. Fucking hell. You go toward the nearest exit and push the door open only to be pushed back but more blue fire. You scream out, angry and hurt.

“ANYONE! HELP PLEASE!” You scream until you collapse again at your feet, “H-help..” you cough out.

You fall to the grounds slowly except defeat. The last you see was a tall man walking up to you, slowly. Kneeling down and looks at you in pity.

“You have such a pretty face,” the voice speaks, touching your cheek. You swear they say something else but you blank into a deep sleep.

——

“Bakugou, you need to calm down—“

“CALM DOWN? You did NOT just tell me to calm down when the literal love of my life could be dead,” Katsuki slams his hands on his desk after pacing back and forth for what felt like hours.

“What is me standing around and being relaxed going to solve ANYTHING?!”

“IT KEEPS YOU FROM DOING ANYTHING RECKLESS!” Kirishima pushes him back before he could get closer to his face.

“KEEPS YOU IN PLACE AND KEEPS HER SAFE!”

“SAFE?!” Katsuki scoffs in disbelief, “HER SAFE IS BEING ANYWHERE BUT WITH THAT SICK BASTER, DABI.”

“Kacchan, you need to calm down if we want anything to get done!” The pro hero Deku, or others know him as Midoriya, speaks up.

“This isn’t just some assignment we can hand in, Deku!” Katsuki yells, annoyed he was butting in the conversation.

“But since you’ve made it your life mission to but in every conversation you hear, tell me this—why haven’t we’ve done anything?” Katsuki walks up to the kid he’s competing against.

“That’s because we don’t know what we’re are getting ourselves into,” Midoriya response. They stare at each for what seems like forever until Katsuki gets the better of himself.

“WHAT MORE IS THERE? WE KNOW—“

“NOTHING!” Midoriya cuts him off, “WE KNOW NOTHING. WE DON’T KNOW WHAT HE WANTS OR WHAT HE IS GOING TO DO NEXT.”

“SO LETS CATCH HIM DOWN! GET HIS LOCATION THEN—“

“THEN WHAT, KACCHAN?!” Midoriya’s voice cracks, “Then what? Attack him by putting, (Y/N)’s life at risk?”

Katsuki backs down and stays quiet, still pissed.

“FINE. LETS SAY, you find his location, right? You track him down, find him, he notices you got him then he sets everything a blaze, THEN WHAT? The minute you go and find them, BOOM. DABI kills her. Right on spot,” Midoriya has a serious tone and it freezes everyone in place, “You catch him but (Y/N) is what, dead!? We don’t know his game plan!”

The room is quiet for a long minute, until he speaks again.

“We know that only certain amount of people knew about your relationship with, (Y/N). No one said anything. So he must have been stalking her or you guys for a while.”

“He probably learned her routine and caught her off guard,” Kirshima mumbles.

“We have Uravity and Froppy on the scene right now and they located 1 dead body. It’s not (Y/N), just a really close coworker,” Midoriya speaks.

Katsuki blurs out the voices and is mind is full of questions. Since when was Deku in control of the mission to save HIS lover? Why were all of DEKU’S plans better than his own? They instantly disappear once Midoriya speaks again.

“I think we have a solid plan, Kacchan, but there are rules,” Midoriya speaks. He sounds so mature, when did he get so mature—wait. Rules.

“How dare you….” Katsuki voice gets low as he stares deep into the innocent green eyes. Midoriya’s eyes widen, “Threaten me…”

“COMMAND ME?!” Katsuki was a loud person but something about his tone melted the others into a puddle.

“I don’t trust you will keep her safe,” those crimson eyes are filled with to many emotions, “I don’t trust you enough to bring her back, ALIVE.”

“You can’t go solo on this mission. Not this time,” Midoriya’s time matches his. Katsuki was furious and filled with emotion that only you could help him control.

“I’m not willing to risk the life of someone who is close to me as she is too you.”

“Fine,” Katsuki agreed plainly, not wanting to waste more time arguing about pointless shit, “We will play your game. But if anything happens to her—,”

“Noting with, Kacchan,” Midoriya países him halfway, places a hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “I give you my word.”

A cry if pain is let out as you wake, feeling everything once again.

“LET ME GO—AAAHH—LET ME GO!” You beg, feeling uncomfortable as your tied on a pole, blinded from the world.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE! PLEASE!”

“Oh how your so cute when you beg,” a deep unfamiliar voice speaks, sending you into shock.

“W-who are you?” Your voice is frightened but demanding, “What—what the HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME!”

“Let me look at you, doll,” the voice echos in your head as you feel him getting closer to you, caressing your body as he makes sure his touch is all over you.

“Mmh, how could one hide such a beautiful body like yours.”

You feel his cold hands touch you as your are near bare skin, only half covered as your dress was nearly burned to crisp.

“Don’t you dare touch me,” you bite back, getting a feel of the floor and stepping back. Still blinded from the blindfold, you still managed to sense him touch you in places you don’t want him near.

“I love the fight, babe, but c’mon,” he chuckles, his voice getting closer to your ear.

“You don’t have a choice.”

Your mind was pretty blurry after he knocked you down. You felt him inside you moments after, making you feel worse. All you could do was cry and scream, not enjoying any of it.

BREATH

Was all you could do.

It wasn’t long after an explosion was heard next door. You had a feeling you were going to be saved. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want any of this. But what could you have done. Weak, sore, nothing was ever gonna be the same.

“FUCKER!” A voice of hope screamed. Katsuki’s voice.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM HER!”

Damn it (Y/N) get up! You cry to yourself, feeling too vulnerable for your liking. You needed to get the hell out of there.

“Ahhh, we’ll if it isn’t Japan’s greatest hero,” Dabi chuckles, standing off you and looking toward Katsuki, still near you.

“Unfortunately you are not alone,” Dabi mutters, annoyed, but keeps his pride close.

“I SAID. GET. THE. HELL. AWAY FROM HER.”

“I’m guessing by your face, you two know each other,” Dabi smirks, responding sarcastically.

Before Katsuki could attack, Midoriya steps up.

“Let her go, Dabi,” Midoriya’s voice is cold as he holds back Katsuki.

“You really think you scare me, DEKU?” Dabi gets pissy.

“Don’t be stupid, Dabi. Let her go. She has nothing to do with this,” Kirshima’s voice speaks from the back.

“She has everything to do with this,” Dabi’s voice gets louder, “She is the kryptonite to you ProHeros.” He looks down at you, running his fingers into your messed up hair.

“Lay another finger and I SWEAR—,”

“You swear?” Dabi looks back at Katsuki’s face. He can sense the fear and anger surrounding the room.

“Trust me there was more than that,” Dabi let’s out a cold chuckle, “And let me tell you she was exquisite~”

“I GONNA KILL YOU!” Katsuki couldn’t keep it in and slams Dabi on the floor.

“DEKU, GRAB HER,” Katsuki keeps Dabi on the floor and Midoriya rushes to you and get you out really fast. Everything was happening all at once. Fighting. Screaming. Blood. It was pure war. For only a second you could breath. Midoriya later you on a build while Katsuki had his foot on Dabi’s throat. Midoriya looks away for just a second. And quick second, just to see Katsuki’s eyes of anger and hate. Then it happen.

Dabi’s laugh is pure evil, “Guess my job is done.”

Before Katsuki could react, Dabi sets flames, causing Katsuki to let go of him. A loud boom echos and the flames die out fast. Just like that, Dabi is gone.

“FUCK!” Katsuki screams, but quickly realizes his current situation and goes toward Midoriya.

“(Y/N)—,” He paused himself, looking at the small body in the hands of Midoriya.

He swore the world when still, feeling the air escape his lungs making every breath harder to control. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.

“T-They shot her,” Midoriya sobs out.

“N-no—No, no, no, no, no NO,” A painful cry is let out of the so vulnerable Katsuki. He never cried like this before. He cried all the time with you, especially on your wedding day, but this—no. This was something else. His breath was staggered and his eyes were red. He was in the mind set of shock and emptiness. Like if everything he once was, died. And something in him did die. His sprit and life was short lived. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

He sweeps the girl off Midoriya’s hands so fast and hold her as if she was a new born. He mutter why as he grazed his finger tips on the rose smelt hair of the new shampoo you were eager to try. He remembers the smile you had and the live you showed when you ranted on and on about this chemical substance that can do wonders for your hair. No just a memory. And dead forgotten memory he now has to bring up to shed light at your funeral. Or to your parents when they find out their little girl is now dead at the hands of the hero that has protected millions—hell saved billions. But he just couldn’t save you.

“You gave me your word,” Was all that came out of him after a long and loud silence.

“What—,”

“You gave me your word, that if we did things your way—your stupid fucking plan— YOUR WAY. SHE. Would be safe!”

Katsuki didn’t stare at the green boy, his tears though not as nearly as red as Katsuki’s. He didn’t notice the hurt and shame that was already graved in this boy the minute he lost you. He only saw betrayal. Betrayal of trust he gave to his friend. For thinking for even a second, he had the right answer. He just needed someone to blame.

“I gave you my trust,” Katsuki spoke, still holding you but now he was standing.

“And she trusted me,” Katsuki’s let out a small sob before he spoke again, not taking his eyes away from you.

“I-I promised a date—I promised I would keep this away from her I-,” other word didn’t come out but a whimper. After was a scream.

“I’m sorry—I’m so sorry!”

“No-,” Midoriya speaks, shaking his head as he attempts to comfort his friend. He hold his mouth. They were shocked. Torn from the innocent death of the Pro Hero Dynamite’s Secert Lover.

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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The Secretary(Hawks/Takami Keigo x Female Reader) Part 2

Look here for Part 3 or Part 1

Tag List: @darlingely Prompt:

Hawks: Okay, truth or dare?

(Y/N): Truth

Hawks: How many hours have you slept this week?

(Y/N):

(Y/N): ...Dare

Hawks: Go to bed.

(Y/N): I don’t like this game.

Relationship: Hawks/Takami Keigo x Female reader

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: Cussing, humor, fluff :)

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It has only been a week since the new job. Lots of days dealing with loads of work and running around a fifty story tall agency. Many coworkers, especially from my original floor, asked why I was there. I did tell them I quit that day, after all. I was trained to say a simple sentence: “I realized how lost I am without this job,” then I smiled and walked away to avoid any further questions.

Now I know why the infamous Hawks had no Secretary’s. More specifically, I remember seeing women and men walk out the building with an angry expression. Dealing with a maniac who hardly does his work, and always wants to fly free away from his job, I understand why they left in such a way. Honestly, he’s not so bad from what the rumors put him as. He works diligently hard and truly wishes to help other heroes. He’s working hard towards his goal. A goal where all heroes can have time to kill. But with how much he goes out to stop criminals and help his sidekicks, he doesn’t have time to work on paperwork. So it all goes to me.

It’s not that I hate the work I end up with. Not at all. In fact, I’m used to it. If anything, after watching Hawks fly away in a hurry when he is called to stop a villain, I’m determined to help him get to his goal. I see how worried he gets when leaving. I see how fear clashes with confidence when he is called for help.

He’s a true hero and there’s no way I’d admit that to him.

“What are you thinking?” I see his reflection come up to the window by my side. A chicken leg in hand from the lunch he brought. His uniform coat is left on his desk chair. On breaks, he likes to keep it off, showing his black and gold skin-tight shirt.

I give him a small smile. “I just figured out why those past secretaries of yours left.”

His smile fell into a straight line. The corner of his lips twitching from annoyance. “Oh, yeah?” He responds.

I let out a hearty giggle, completely ignoring the clear question behind his answer. He wanted me to tell him why. I turned, walking back to the middle of his office, which laid a small coffee table in front of a dark brown leather couch.

I hear him grumble as he follows. “Did you get the paperwork from the meeting?”

“Yes. A few papers need to be signed, but everything else is practically what they talked about.” I skim through the papers that were held carefully in a folder. I pull out the ones needed to be signed, giving them to him.

“You can toss the other information. I already have it down in my head.” He says as he signs the papers at his desk a few feet away.

“What? But it’s important. You’ll forget it soon enough.”

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Chickadee. I’ve already learned this stuff a while back. It's a protocol for every hero. They have a meeting about it every year.” He glances at my slightly blushed face, a smile forming on his face.

Oh.

I look away, feeling embarrassed and dumb at the same time. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” I decided to change the subject.

He finishes signing, standing up straight with a sigh. “I gotta call you something.” A very wide and playful smirk is what he gives me. A very common expression I see almost everyday. He’s toying with me.

“I have a name, you know.”

“Oh come on, don’t you like Chickadee? I think it’s cute. Suits you very well.” Another flattery comment he sends my way. Something I like to see as one of his annoying habits.

I could practically see the back of my skull from how hard I rolled my eyes. “No, I don’t like it.”

His jacket disappears from the chair and onto his shoulders once again. “Alright, well, I’m heading out. Duty calls.” He winks at me before flying off the balcony in a flash.

I shake my head as I throw the folder away in his trash bin. Another long night of work.

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It’s been a week of late nights. A week of getting things done so Hawks wouldn’t have to be the one to catch up. I’m his secretary. It's my job to keep track of his work. Even if it means doing it myself.

As annoying as the hero is, I admire him. He’s someone I can trust. So far, without my overdramatic thoughts, it’s not so bad working for him. He definitely keeps me on my toes, and I refuse to leave this job.

I’m mostly keeping this job to help my mother, who is sick in the hospital. Just in one week, I was able to get half of the hospital bills paid, but with more things going on with her, the more bills that like to pile up. Either way, I can’t give up. Even if the bags under my eyes start to show, and my drowsiness does the best it can to make me fall asleep. It won’t happen. I have to work hard… for her.

“You’re still working?”

Looking up, Hawks stands in front of my desk. A frown clearly played on his lips as he stared down at me. I couldn’t miss the raised brow he had, in question of my appearance. He looked…terrible. His hair was not as neat as I saw it last, his hero uniform had scorch marks at some places, and some scratches were placed on his face in some spots. Not major scratches, like ones to leave a scar. Those ones will clear up as soon as tomorrow.

“I had to finish some things.” Was my excuse.

“Yeah? And how much do you have left? You look tired as hell.” He sounded…upset? Not necessarily at me…but clearly….well, at me.

“You look worse than me.” I scoff.

He frowned. His hands lean on my desk, his body almost hovering over me. “Alright.” He starts. His eyes squint, as if he’s thinking really hard on what to do. Whether it's with me or something else, I wouldn’t know. “Truth or dare?”

If I wasn’t so tired, I would’ve bursted into laughter. But instead, I raise a brow in suspicion and curiosity. “Truth.”

“How many hours have you slept this week?” He practically demanded. Fierce behind his words.

I pause, debating if I really wanted to answer that. Did he really have to make it so hard? Why couldn’t I just do my work in peace? “...Dare.” I changed my answer, hoping he wouldn’t make it so complicated. Where was he going with this, anyway?

“Go to bed.”

“I don’t like this game.” I deadpan. Why did he care so much? Who was he to boss me around?

Right. He’s actually my boss.

I let out a long sigh, dropping my pen after using it for so long. He won the game and I have no choice but to let it go. “Fine. I’m leaving.” I grab my jacket and bag, trying hard not to respond to his triumphant smile, and walk towards the elevator.

Before the doors closed, I smiled at him as he stood at my desk. “You have a little dirt right here.” I point at my own cheek to show him where it was. “Clean it up, won’t you?”

He nodded with a smile. The doors finally shut, the hero disappearing behind them.

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iingeniums · 1 year

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Reblogged a post on my main about how fandom sometimes forgets what’s a headcanon and what’s actually canon and it got me thinking about Aizawa’s characterization, specifically in relation to Class 1-A and how “dadzawa” just gets on my fucking nerves.

I think in general Aizawa isn’t someone who’s willing to step outside the bounds of a proper student-teacher relationship, he’s much more likely to remain aloof with a strict no-nonsense teaching style like what was seen in the first few U.A. arcs. I think it was simply external circumstance and the fact that Class 1-A is a bunch of bonkers wild high schoolers that made him take a step up from his usual style and offer more emotional support to the kids later down the line. He’s trained as a Pro Hero and a teacher, two jobs which require both mental fortitude and compassion for others, and Class 1-A just happens to be a group of students he meshed well with in the beginning, and as the series went along and things became more intense he recognized when those kids needed emotional support as well, but I don’t think it ever really crossed the line from how a teacher or hero would care for them vs how a parent would. I’m also willing to bet most of the kids whose families we haven’t seen are already fairly emotionally supportive. I don’t think very many of them are actively looking for a pseudo-parental replacement in Aizawa to begin with.

This isn’t to say I think all “dadzawa” fics or headcanons should be razed to the ground I just think people sometimes read an adult genuinely caring about a child under their care and protection and turn off their brains and close their eyes and slap the “dad/mom” label onto them far too often. Aizawa has Eri and while I think her story was also dropped too soon for as much emotional weight and narrative potential she has, I like to think she was his first real step into fully taking care of a kid who looks to him for support in all aspects of her life that he can’t just keep at arm’s length or be his normally-strict and coldly logical personality around.

You can add nuance to character relationships and personalities while also not straying from their core principles it doesn’t hurt I promise

#also why i don’t always agree with the ‘aizawa is a bad teacher for not stopping bakugo’ take bc like #1) many readers have already pointed out that’s just a common thing in japan. doesn’t always make it right but i don’t think it was out of #malice on hk’s part. and 2) he does stop bakugo when things get physical outside of training. i also think he’s smart enough and has enough #teaching experience to see and understand when a student is just acting out and knows when to not feed the beast #i don’t think people who say that often understand how much of an emotional minefield it is dealing with someone like that especially from a #position of authority. if aizawa went too hard on him it might make it worse given that bk already singled out deku as someone he takes his #anger out on and being confronted by authority would be more likely to fuel that shame-turned-anger even more. i think aizawa did go a littl #*little soft on him sometimes but i also think he did the best he could given what he knew about their circumstances #anyways long story short give that man complex emotional depth outside of fanon for once i beg #bnha #mha #boku no hero acedamia #my hero academia #shota aizawa #aizawa shouta #*prepares to get eviscerated in the tags for this take*

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euphoricdysphoric · 2 months

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“Dancing Across A Fine Line” (A Bakugou x Kirishima Short Story)

TWs: None! It’s pure, tooth-rotting fluff

In one of UA High’s many training rooms, two boys stood facing each other. Bakugou Katsuki, with his spiky blond hair and fierce crimson eyes, exuded an air of aggression and confidence. His classmate, Kirishima Eijiro, sported a mess of vibrant red hair and a perpetual grin that never failed to light up a room, despite his unnervingly sharp teeth.

"Bakugou, why are we here again?" Kirishima asked, his slightly raspy voice filled with curiosity and slight amusement as he bounced on the balls of his feet. The guy never sat still… or shut up. Bakugou could never decide if it was an annoying or cute quality.

"We're here to train, idiot," Bakugou snapped, his irritation evident in his tone. "I told you, we need to work on our agility and balance. Especially you- you’re way too stiff when we spar.”

Kirishima’s smile dimmed for a moment, but quickly recovered. He knew Bakugou wasn’t nearly as mean as he tried to seem. The blond begrudgingly began to go over their rather unconventional training method as Kirishima nodded excitedly. He never thought his friend would agree to this!

"Listen up, spiky-hair. We're going to learn how to dance," Bakugou declared, his voice laden with reluctance. This was a terrible idea, he thought.

"This should be fun!” Kirishima said, practically giddy. Why the hell is he so damn excited? Bakugou wondered.

"No, idiot, this will not be fun,” Bakugou corrected impatiently. “Dancing requires precise movements, coordination, and perfect balance. It'll help improve our footwork and reaction time.” He couldn't quite hide the hint of embarrassment in his voice.

Kirishima's eyes lit up with excitement, choosing again to ignore Bakugou’s annoyance. "Alright, let's do this! I've always wanted to learn how to dance!"

And so, under Bakugou's begrudging guidance, the two boys began their dance training. At first, Bakugou's movements were stiff and rigid, his frustration evident as he impatiently taught Kirishima the steps. But Kirishima, ever the quick learner, picked up the rhythm with ease, his movements quickly evolving from awkward to almost natural. After a few lessons, they were able to keep up with each other, and those short sessions lasted longer each week.

Their classmates- who, at Bakugou’s insistence, were completely oblivious to their secret training sessions- could sense something was different between the two. They were often found together, but now they were practically inseparable. They fought, ate, and studied side by side, and almost seemed to mirror each other’s movements. It was almost as if they were always dancing together now.

As the days turned into weeks, their dance sessions became a regular occurrence, each one bringing them closer together, in a way. Bakugou found himself slowly letting down his guard around Kirishima, his once constant scowl softening into a rare smile whenever they danced together. Kirishima almost didn’t recognize him during their lessons- he seemed so unusually carefree when he danced. Even the insults were less frequent. It was nice.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the training room was bathed in the last few rays of dying sunlight, Bakugou and Kirishima found themselves alone in their secret dance studio.

Something was different. The air was charged with tension as they moved through their routine, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Faster, faster, the music guiding their movements urged them on. They spun and leapt and bounded across the floor, always moving, always staring each other right in the eye. Silent. Watching. Mirroring each other’s every move, anticipating the next step before it even happened.

And then, as the music finally reached its end, they found themselves almost embracing. The music stopped, and the room was filled with an overwhelming silence.

Neither boy moved.

Bakugou cleared his throat and looked away. Was he… blushing? Impossible, Kirishima thought.

Kirishima's heart pounded in his chest as he waited for Bakugou to move, his eyes never leaving the other’s face.

“Ah… fuck it,” Bakugou muttered, and before Kirishima even had time to react, he grabbed the redhead’s face and pulled him in for a kiss.

Like Bakugou, it was rough, but sweet. Kirishima wasn’t sure just how long they stood there together, their lips locked together in a whole new dance unlike any they’d practiced before.

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BONUS:

“So… how much longer do you think they’ll wait to tell us?” Tsu asked with a sly giggle.

“At least another week,” Ururaka ventured a guess. Tsu nodded in agreement.

“I say we just catch them in the act! Then they’d have to confess!” Mina suggested excitedly.

“What in the hell are you extras talking about over there? Your constant babbling is so fucking annoying!” Bakugou griped. He and Kirishima were, as usual, together studying in the common room of the Class 1-A dorms.

The girls quieted down, but couldn’t help but point out to each other with a stifled giggle that the two boys were holding hands.

[END]

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Constructive criticism is always welcome! I want to learn how to write better so I always hope for feedback.

I would love to do some requests for short or longer stories, though if I’m not part of a fandom I probably wouldn’t write it. Sorry!

#kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katuski #mha #my hero academia #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #short story #dance lessons

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kbxyn · 2 years

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OH, I WANNA HAVE HIM BESIDE ME ON THE 25TH — KATSUKI BAKUGO (652 w.c)

SYNOPSIS — a teaser for an upcoming december series i'm working on; it's the first day of december and you and your lovely boyfriend decide to decorate for christmas around your apartment, when he gets a certain call and you have to talk to him about a few things

CONTENT — being left on a cliffhanger, cheesy lovers, romance, christmas talk, suspension, talking about the future, the both of you love the holiday season in this context

"katsuki! can you help me put the stickers on the window up top?" you called out to your blonde ball of firey passion who was oh so comfortably in the kitchen with your matching christmas pajamas brewing up some hot chocolate for the both of you as he hears your voice and gets pulled out of his little humming trance. "yes bitch? could i get a 'please' with that by any chance?" he asked, placing your mugs down on the counter to walk over to you and the window before picking up some of the stickers and glancing to you. "seriously, babe, what's the matter? i thought you loved this time of year. it's the first day of your favorite month, lighten up." he muttered with a small shake of his head. you frowned and put a hand on his head, ruffling his hair as he worked on the window, "katsuki i do love this time of year, you know i do. but i just have this feeling in my stomach that something might come up and get between us you know? i don't know how to explain it but i'm sure it's just me thinking too much into things. should the snowflake go in the middle or off to the side?" you asked as you swung yourself into his arms. he chuckled at your recent action before focusing back on the window and sighing happily. "what are you talking about baby? i already put them all up, see." he announced proudly as you hazily gazed at him. "it looks lovely, katsuki. you still have those tickets for the ice skating rink right? today's a perfect day to go." you said, snapping out of your overthinking funk to hop out of his arms just to toddle off to fetch both of your skates. katsuki nodded in agreement, while you happily fixed up your skates he went to finish up your drinks and once he was finished he wrapped your cup up in a small towel to keep it from burning your hand as he handed it to you. you put the skates down and took a sip in sync with him, after your sip you put the drinks back down onto the table and shared a passionate kiss which got broken when katsuki's phone loudly rang from across the room. "i'm sorry, let me go see who this asshole is so i can put my boot up their ass for interrupting us. especially on my day off." he said, rolling his eyes as he swiped his phone and put the phone to his ear. you both sat there for a minute on the sofa, silence only being broken whenever katsuki would tiredly say "yeah" or "mhm" or something like that until he hung up the phone and sunk into where he was sitting. "babe, please don't be upset when i tell you this but they're trying to put me to work during christmas." he said, making you place your hand on his chest and sigh. "seriously..? why can't we ever have any holidays together?" you asked, cuddling into him as he rubbed your forehead with his thumb. "it'll be okay sweetheart, don't worry." katsuki said as he picked you up in his arms after standing up. he took you to your shared bedroom and placed you on the bed where you sighed and laid yourself in the middle. "katsi, i really wanna be with you on christmas. just please, can i maybe ask them? i'll just ask if you can at least take the 24th off, they can have someone else fill in for you i'm sure! i just wanna spend the 25th with you." you begged, katsuki ended up sitting next to you and rubbing your stomach while you rambled. "baby, why don't we go for a walk and save the skating for another day? we should talk about some things.."

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