neighborhoodsimp

[neighborhoodsimp]

Yesterday Israel allowed ambulances to pick up the wounded in Gaza only to target and bomb the ambulances and the paramedics, killing everyone. If this isn't pure genocidal and murderous glee I don't know what is. This is what the entire western media is cheering on. (x)

[neighborhoodsimp]

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

[neighborhoodsimp]

Love at First Sight<3

Bakugou Katsuki never believed in "love at first sight". Especially when Kaminari told him that it was- in fact real, after meeting his girlfriend, which promptly broke up with him a week later. -He didn't blame her.

He thought the whole concept was stupid, not being able to comprehend how you could fall in love with someone without knowing anything about them.

That is, until he met you.

It was a hot summer day in Japan, the sun swelteringly hot even while being under the cover of the train stop. Bakugou was sweating, unbearably so as he curses under his breath while waiting for the train. Being called in for a last-minute mission was never fun but he dragged his feet and made it to the bus stop, not yet making enough money to buy his own car but getting there.

After what felt like hours the bullet-train finally arrived, his hands dripping with sweat as he accidentally grabbed his turtleneck shirt instead of his other. Quick to step onto the train, he grabbed his phone out of his pocket to text Deku he was on his way.

But, with Bakugou's luck and his sweaty fingers, his phone fell through his hands, perfectly slipping in between the sliding doors which promptly locked closed. "Fuck!" he yelled, fists banging on the doors, but the train was already moving. He cussed once more, leaning his head against the train doors and squeezing his eyes shut, not only damning himself but the train doors as well. He sighed, deciding to ditch the mission and Deku altogether, opting to wait to get back to his original station and retrieve his phone. After waiting and cursing for thirty minutes, the train got back to his station, but surprise surprise, his phone was nowhere in sight.

In that moment Bakugou wanted to scream his lungs out, having confidential documents on there which he forgot to save to his drive.

But as soon as he was about to suck it up and go to the ticket station a voice called out his hero name.

"Dynamight! Mr. Dynamight!"

He turned, about to cuss out whoever dared to bother him at this time, but god were you gorgeous. Even more so when he saw you jogging up to him with his orange-cased phone in your hands. You stopped in front of him, trying to catch your breath while giving him a dazzling smile. "Here, I saw you drop it on the train and I didn't want anyone to steal it." You laughed lightly, your voice was so melodic, so smooth and angelic. An angel, sent by God himself and just for him.

You handed to him, and he smiled, in what felt like years he actually smiled at someone. (Let's get a round of applause everyone).

"Thanks." he sincerely said, thoroughly surprised at there being no cracks or scuffs on his phone screen.

You smile again at him, "No problem, you looked really pissed off when you dropped it, I couldn't not grab it and wait for you." You explain, playing with a strand of your perfect hair between your fingers. Bakugou feels his face heat up at the realization that he was probably holding you from where you needed to be.

"Sorry, I, held you up here.." he stumbles over his words, internally cursing himself as he already feels heat gnawing at his ears. But he couldn't help it, you were actually the most drop-dead gorgeous person he's ever seen.

You just laugh, "Aw it's no problem, well, I better get going now, it was nice meeting you Dynamight," you say oh-so sweetly, and Bakugou can't help the words that tumble out of his mouth.

"Can I have your number?"

Never mind, Bakugou Katsuki does believe in love at first sight.

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[neighborhoodsimp]

I’m going to cry.

thinking about dating kirishima who believes he’s “too big” to be intimate with you, so he holds himself back

but he nearly cums in his pants when he accidentally walks in on you stuffing yourself full with the girthiest dildo he’s ever fucking seen just so you can take him properly one day

#kirishima ejiro #kiri #mha ejirou #kirishima ejiro x reader #bf kirishima #i lovehim

[neighborhoodsimp]

So so so cute🥰

summary - smut, heavy comfort, FLUFF, when divorced dad/pro hero bakugou’s aquarium trip is ruined by intrusive fans, you offer to let them come back after hours so his daughter can see the belugas.

a/n: daddy and daddy kink(I couldn’t help myself), bakugou’s daughter is an adorable menace, single dad bakugou has basically no idea how to flirt, reader is insecure a touch, TW for the song baby beluga, reader wasn’t close with her father, Bakugou is in his early thirties, reader in mid twenties. Bakugou’s still kinda mean in bed. Oldest sibling!reader so she got the mom instinct, and unpainted nails because of the touch tank at her job.

minors dni

Bakugou silences his phone in his pocket, trying to ignore it’s incessant buzzing. He only had this evening with his daughter before he’d have to bring her back to his ex, the last thing he wanted to do was answer some bullshit questions from his agent. It doesn’t help that everyone at the aquarium is staring, people taking the occasional not-so-subtle photograph. His daughter runs ahead of him, and he catches up in a few strides.

“Sana,” He calls, “C’mere, sweetheart,” He takes her tiny hand in his, swallowing it completely as she turns to look at him, oblivious to the eyes on the two of them, but jumping at the soft camera clicks.

“Dad,” She gasps, “Look at the BELUGAS!” She giggles with delight when one swims past and his heart swells painfully, watching the joy spark in her face then travel through her body as she does a little dance. She turns to him, “Did you SEE that?” He nods. “Where do they LIVE?” She screams the last word, attracting even more attention. Someone comes up behind him, nervously holding a notebook.

“Um,” the young woman smiles at him, “Could you sign this for me, Dynamight?” He grunts, scribbling something on her paper. It’s like a dam breaks in the room, and suddenly there are three, five, ten, more people crowding him and Sana, and his first instinct is to tell them all to go to hell, but he remembers the clips of him losing his shit that they played at the custody hearing, and so instead he takes a deep breath and nods, acquiescing. Sana clings to his leg for a moment.

“What do they want daddy,” She whines, and a few of them have the grace to look chagrined, “I wanna show you the whales!”

“One second sweetheart,” He growls, forcing himself to keep his face neutral as these fucking extras shove pieces of paper into his hands. They move in closer, until his broad shoulders are flush against the cool glass, and he doesn’t immediately notice the lack of the tugging on his pants, the silence where usually a barrage of questions would be, but after about sixty seconds he looks down, and Sana is gone. All neutrality melts from his face, he whirls around, looking desperately. “Fuck off,” He snaps, jogging away from the people moving down the hallway. “Sana,” He calls, running down the tunnel where Manta rays float above your head, and past bright tropical fish, his heart pounds, could it have been a villain, how could he have let his fucking guard down like that-

-and there she is, bright giggles spilling from her lips, facing an aquarium employee who’s squatting in front of her in khaki shorts and a bright green polo.

“Don’t cry,” You coo, making huge bubbles with your hand that spill into the empty room, opalescent spheres that catch the light and pop when they brush anything solid. Bakugou spots the tear tracks on his daughter’s face and moves towards her but you slot your body between him and the little girl.

“Can I help you sir?” He blinks a couple times, so angry his hands are shaking, counting slowly in his head, down from ten, just like his therapist taught him.

“That’s my daughter.” he barely manages to get the words out and Sana leaps from behind you, climbing right up his leg like the worlds cutest spider monkey.

“All those people were scary,” She hiccups, “I didn’t like it.” Bakugou sighs, rubbing a comforting circle on her back.

“My fault.” He mutters, “All daddy’s fault, alright, let’s uh, let’s go home.” Sana starts to kick and scream in his arms.

“NO!” She yells. “I WANTED TO SEE MORE OF THE BELUGAS?” She bursts into tears. “They were rude, so now WE have to leave? That’s not f-f-fair.” Bakugou sighs, bouncing her a little, searching for the right words, when you take a step forward, and speak.

“Um, sorry, Mr. Um, Mr. Dynamight.” He regards you coolly, you look a little sheepish, perhaps, he thinks, for not recognizing him sooner. “If um, you’d like,” You glance down the manta ray tunnel, “I’m closing up tonight. If you come by at 7 I can give you a tour after closing, in exchange for you posting something about kids not throwing garbage in the ocean or something on Instagram.” He swallows. “It’s um,” you look so genuinely concerned that he softens a little, heart rate slowing, “She’s right, it’s not fair.”

“PLEASE DADDY!” Sana screams in his ear, leaning back, begging, grabbing one of his cheeks.” The huge man shifts his weight a little, considering, as Sana runs her hands down a huge scar, running down from the side of his face down under his thin t shirt. Sana turns back to you, “Sing the song pleeeeeeeeeeeeasseeee,” she begs, bending her back, trying to squirm out of the pro hero’s arms. You face burns with subtle embarrassment, your eyes flicking to Bakugou’s face, he was unbelievably, ridiculously handsome, and you were about to ruin any chance you had with him, even in the worlds ugliest work uniform.

“Baby beluga,” you sing softly, “Baby beluga,” Sana wipes her tears, away, totally focused on you, “Is the water warm, is your daddy home, with you, so happy, baby, beluga,” Bakugou watches Sana soften and reach for you, singing along.

“Baby, beluga, in the deep blue sea,” she sings, “Swim so wild and and you swim so free.” She turns back to Bakugou, “Your turn daddy!”

“Alright, Sana,” he rasps, “Let the lady do her job.”

“Can we come back later? Please?” She begs. He looks at you carefully.

“You won’t get into trouble?” He asks, eyes narrowing and you laugh.

“Of course not.” You smile warmly, “Besides, you risk your life every day for us. I think I can risk a talking to from my boss if you forget to post about being here.” He nods.

“I’ll have my manager take care of it,” He shifts Sana’s weight in muscled arms, looking even larger somehow with his daughter in them. “Seven?” You nod, and there’s a noise as more people start coming down the manta ray hallway in search of the number two pro hero.

“There’s a backdoor.” You say quickly, and he nods gratefully. You lead him around a corner into the empty gift shop, moving briskly through the racks of multi colored t-shirts and stuffed animals. Sana grabs a beluga whale plushie just as people start to filter into the gift shop, so you pick up the pace, pushing the metal door to the exit open.

“Put that back,” Bakugou hisses, as the crowd of people moves closer.

“It’s fine.” you say quickly, looking at the people taking pictures. “I’ll pay for it.”

“I can’t let you-” He growls.

“Get out,” you say pointedly, customer service smile never leaving your face, “Seriously, she doesn’t like the cameras.” He looks sharply down at Sana, who’s cowering against his chest. “She told me.” You say urgently and he nods,

“Thank you.” He darts out the exit into the mid afternoon sun.

“Why do people do that?” Sana sniffs, taking a fistful of his t-shirt. “I hate going places with you daddy.” There’s a silence, Bakugou holds her tightly enough so that she can’t look up and see the wetness in his eyes.

“I dunno, sweetheart.” he says after a long moment. “We’ll come back okay? Tonight.” She nods slowly. “Hey,” he coos, as she snuggles her new stuffed animal, “That fella got a name?” She nods.

“If it had teeth I’d name it after Uncle Kirishima,” She considers, “But it’s so soft,” She squeezes it tightly. “What do you think of ummmm,” she pauses, “SOFIA, like SOFIA THE FIRST!” He laughs lightly.

“We’ll have fun tonight, okay, no people, just you and me and uh,”

“Y/n.” She finishes happily. “With the bubble quirk.” Bakugou nods, the image of your soft smile, and how embarrassed you’d looked singing in front of him tattooed on the back of his eyelids. He thinks now, of the way you’d just shoved yourself in front of Sana when you thought he was a strange man barreling towards a lost girl.

“Y/n.” He repeats. “Yeah, and the belugas.”

“Of course,” She rolls her eyes, “Daddy the belugas will be there because that’s where they live!” He nods and lets her squirm out of his arms, leading her back to his car. At 6:15 Bakugou’s in the bathroom, shaving, while Sana plays with her toys. He listens to the way she gives each stuffed animal their own voice, and hears her words from earlier echo in his head. I hate going places with you daddy. He swallows, examining his face in the mirror, his scars, the dark circles under his eyes, the white hairs mixed in with the blonde. He warms some hair wax on his hands, styling his undercut carefully, unsure of who he’s doing it for.

He arrives 15 minutes early, according to the website, you close at 6:30 and he’s relieved to see only a couple cars in the parking lot. Sana bounces excitedly next to him as you push the heavy door open.

“I’m early.” He says, and you smile brightly.

“I had a feeling you might be,” you wave them inside, “Sana are you ready for the exclusive tour?”

“Yes!” She squeals, dancing in her little plastic jelly shoes, the ones with glitter that she’d begged for for Christmas. Bakugou follows easily as you lead them into the huge entrance hallway. “Wait!” She says, her little voice bouncing off the marble columns and high ceilings. “Why do we get the special tour?” Bakugou is about to jump in when you speak

“Your daddy’s a special guy.” She nods sagely.

“I know.” She whispers conspiratorially. “He saves people.” You laugh, it coruscates across the empty space, the sound sweet and pure, stirring something in Bakugou’s chest that he’d considered long dead. It reminded him of sweaty palms in classrooms, of thumping music at a party he didn’t want to be at, of the sound of a chair scraping against the restaurant floor on a first date. It felt like that, but better. Warmer.

“Let’s keep going,” you point to the huge replica of a killer whale hanging from the ceiling, “Can you tell me what that is?”

“That’s SHAMUU!” She says, and you smile.

“That’s right!” You take them through the main room, stopping and explaining, Bakugou watches silently, when you talk you gesture wildly, as if you’re spelling the words out with your hands. You’re in the Manta ray tunnel, the lights lower than earlier, creating an odd blue ambiance.

“What do you know about manta rays Sana?” You ask and she thinks about it.

“Manta Ray’s are gentle giants,” She says, like a scientific authority. “They like to make friends with divers and snorkelers, they’re very curious.” You beam at her.

“That’s right!” One swims right above your head and a shadow passes over the three of you, Sana jumps and curls herself around your bare leg, Bakugou takes a step forward to remove her, to apologize, but you reach down and ruffle her hair. “It’s okay, gentle giants, remember,” she nods and you squat down to her level, “It’s okay to be afraid, but take a step closer for me, he just wants to get to know you.” Sana nods, chewing her lip, releasing you and moving towards the glass in the tunnel. She presses her hand to the glass, and the manta ray comes closer, examining her. She laughs nervously and you look up at Bakugou meaningfully. He swallows, remembering himself, getting down on his daughter’s level.

“What uh,” he asks, “What else do you know about Manta Rays?”

“They can swim up to 22 miles per hour,” She breathes, as the brown creature comes closer to her, inquisitive. “They have huge brains, and they probably talk to each other somehow, but we haven’t figured out how they communicate.” You stand back up, inching away from this intimate moment. She squeals loudly when the animal comes right up to glass, resting its belly on it, right above her hand. Bakugou reaches out, covering his daughter’s hand with his own, as the manta ray flutters it’s huge wings. “Wow,” She says quietly. “Have you ever seen anything like this?” Bakugou opens his mouth, looking for words.

“No.” He says eventually. Sana’s attention snaps to you, waiting quietly in the low light, a few steps ahead of them in the tunnel.

“You too,” Sana orders, “You touch too, please.” She juts her chin out and Bakugou swallows.

“Sana, she doesn’t have to-”

“It’s okay.” You say quickly. You press your hand on the glass next to his.

“No,” Sana whines, “Under daddy’s so that the sizes make sense.” You laugh lightly, Bakugou withdraws his hand,

“You don’t have to do what she says.” He growls, and you shake your head.

“That’s just not true.” You put your hand on top of hers, the Manta Ray centers itself on that point and stays there. Bakugou reaches out, and covers your hand with his own. Your skin is soft, nails unpainted and short, he imagined for touch tank related reasons. “Your hands are huge.” The words fall from your mouth before you can stop them, and Bakugou smirks. “I mean,” you flush, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” He shrugs. The Manta Ray loses interest then and so does Sana, ripping her hand away and tearing off down the hallway.

“It’s BELUGA TIME,” She yells, and you jog to keep up with her, Bakugou close behind. The whale room looks different at night, most of the light coming from the tanks, the huge white belugas more active, zipping around the tank. She takes off running, doing laps in front of the huge tank, dancing and twirling. “Sing the song!” She begs, without looking at you.

“Oh Ah,” You look over at Bakugou,

“She doesn’t have to, Sana,” Bakugou calls.

“But YOOOOOUUUU DO!!!” Sana calls, turning around, a familiar wicked smile on her face.

“She looks so much like you.” You murmur, turning to the pro hero, whol looks down at you, a hint of desperation on his face.

“What are the fuckin’ words?” He hisses. Your face burns.

“It’s um,” you start to sing, “Baby beluga in the deep blue sea,” She giggles happily, “You swim so wild, and you swim so free, heaven above and the sea below, and a little white whale on the go,” you turn to Bakugou, prompting him to join you on the chorus. “Baby, beluga,” you sing and to your shock, he joins you in a tone deaf rasp.

“Baby, beluga,” He sings, “Is the water warm, is your daddy home,” a lump forms in his throat as his daughters laughs spiral towards the ceiling, “With you, so happy,” You see his eyes get misty, and quickly move to distract Sana.

“Hey Sana,” You call, waving your hand in a wide arc, making a huge long bubble, “Does this look like a beluga to you?” She screams loudly, running back over to where you’re standing with Bakugou. He watches his daughter lean up to pop the bubble you made, and then she takes off down the hallway towards the penguins. You follow her, Bakugou matching your strides.

“You got a license for that shit?” He asks quietly and you laugh.

“Gonna report me?” He shakes his head.

“Thank you.” He stares off at Sana, jumping around. “I didn’t uh, plan on having kids.” You nod, listening. “I wish I could give her, more normal things, like this.”

“Are you kidding?” You turn to him, eyes wide and sad, “I would have killed to have my father take me to the aquarium at all.” You smooth your hair, modulating your tone. “You’re trying, I mean. That matters.”

“Huh.” He says, and you shrug then follow Sana to the penguins, pointing out the different species of them, all while wringing his favorite sound from his daughter, bright explosive laughter.

The rest of the tour is uneventful beyond Sana’s dramatic gasps, and the way she cowers behind her father at the hammerhead sharks. She’s tearing through the gift shop with a fervor when you turn to Bakugou again, speaking very quietly as she digs through a big bin of polished shells.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” He looks at you sharply, inspecting your face, your inquisitive eyes, perfect lips, the way your hair framed your face, surely he’d remember you if he’d met you before. “You actually,” you laugh nervously, “You saved my life.” He blinks at you. “It must have been your first or second year out of school but um, there was a villain robbing a bank, and I was inside.” You shrug, “I maybe, sixteen, and you came in, all confidence and power and the whole thing was over in a few minutes.” He searches his memory for that day, remembering the bank, and the tentacled villain, and, oh yes,

“You were hiding behind the couch.” He rasps, the scene vivid in his mind, it was one of the first times he’d been on the front of every paper, back then, it had felt like the ultimate victory.

“I was so afraid.” You say, “M-mr. Dynamight,” He scoffs.

“Bakugou.”

“Right, um,” Bakugou,” you look up at him, “You know when she’s memorizing those facts and spouting them, she’s not showing off for me,” he crosses his arms, looking away, “She wants you to be impressed with her.” There’s a silence. “Not to overstep.”

“‘S fine.” He grunts, remembering the stuffed animal, fumbling for his wallet, “How much for the stupid plushie whale?”

“That’s not necessary.”

“I’ll rephrase. Tell me how much the fuckin’ toy was.” He says, staring down at you. You jump a little at his coarse language, but Sana’s not in earshot.

“F-fifteen dollars.” You get out, immediately embarrassed by your stutter. He peels a twenty from his wallet. “And the post.”

“I emailed my manager, she’s taking care of it.” Bakugou responds. He eyes the sinking sun. “Is one of those cars out front yours?” You shake your head.

“I take the bus.”

“Today you don’t.” He says, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I’ll give you a ride.”

“That’s so kind of you.” You fidget a little. “I live pretty far though.” He shrugs.

“She sleeps in the car. You’d be doin’ me a favor.” You let out a long breath.

“Ah, alright.” Sana is dancing around the exit while the two of them wait for you to get your things.

“She’s nice daddy.” Sana says. “And she said I could come back and see the beluga’s anytime.” Bakugou nods. “And maybe, if she came around more, mommy wouldn’t worry about you being so lonely.” Her words hit him like a sucker punch.

“Mommy uh, Mommy worries about me?”

“Yeah,” Sana says, nodding, “I do too.” He swallows, plucking her off her feet.

“You never need to worry about me,” He rumbles, “Remember, daddy’s the strongest,” he tickles her and she giggles, kicking her little legs, “And the smartest,” she laughs harder as he lifts her up and blows a raspberry into her soft stomach, “And?” He waits for her to finish.

“The best hero ever!” She squeals loudly, reaching her little hands out for him, he nestles her against his broad chest. You come out, in a sweet little sundress that fits at your waist and then floats down around your thighs. He does some math at light speed, if you were sixteen when he’d ended that bank heist then you were, five years younger than him? So when he’d had his first kiss, you’d been in middle school, when he’d gotten married you’d been in high school, when he’d-”

“Ah, Mr. um,” you catch yourself at his scowl, “Bakugou, I’m ready, if you want to go.” He nods, leading you out to his car, a sleek black luxury model that flew just underneath the radar.

“What neighborhood are you in?”

“Uh, downtown, by the bridge?” He unlocks the car and it beeps softly, he waits until Sana is clipped into her seatbelt and the car door is closed before turning to you.

“That’s a shitty area.” You shrug.

“We’re not all pro heroes.” He walks around the car and for a moment you’re confused, but then you realize he’s opened your door for you. “Oh, um,” your face warms, “Thanks.”

“You look shocked.” He says dryly, as you swing into the seat. He moves around the car quickly, settling into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah,” You laugh lightly, “Guys my age don’t do things like that.” He nods, at the press of a button, the engine hums to life.

“Mind if I drop her off first?” Bakugou palms the steering wheel, expertly navigating out of the nearly empty parking lot, “My ex loses it if she’s late.”

“Of course, that’s fine.” You say, as smoothly as you’re able, palms slick as you think of the idea of being alone, in the car, with the handsomest man you’d ever seen. Even the way he drove was attractive, the subtle scent of whatever cologne he was wearing wafting through the small space, changing lanes decisively, the engine letting out a low roar when he accelerated. One hand rests on the console, inches from your thigh.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Sana inquires from the backseat, the wicked smile you recognized from early posters of Dynamight on her face again.

“Sana,” Bakugou cautions, looking over his shoulder before merging onto the highway. “We don’t ask people that.” You laugh.

“It’s alright, Sana, I don’t.”

“Did you EVER have a boyfriend?” She pushes, and Bakugou glares at her in the rearview mirror while she ignores him.

“Yeah,” Bakugou’s eyes move to your hands, doing a nervous little dance in your lap. “He wasn’t my prince charming,” You say, twisting in your seat to face the little girl, reaching for words she’ll understand.

“What was wrong with him?” Sana asks, fascinated.

“Sana,” Bakugou says again, “You don’t have to answer that.” He turns to you. “You’ve indulged her plenty.”

“That’s ok!” You coo, making a big distracting bubble. “Some people, you know, are not so nice,” You explain, as the bubble floats through the back of the car, and she watches it.

“Like the villains daddy fights!”

“Yes,” You agree, “Like that.”

“Did you know my daddy is a hero?” She asks, sitting up in her seat a little. “The best one ever.” Bakugou grins despite himself.

“I did know that!” You respond, and she yawns loudly.

“I am, SO tired.” She announces to the car, “Daddy I’m gonna go RIGHT to sleep.” He chuckles deeply.

“Yeah, I’m sure mommy will be thrilled to hear that.”

“Gonna sleep so fast there won’t be ANY time for vegetables,” She explains, winking at you.

“Ahh,” You nod, “I understand.”

“Vegetables are delicious,” Bakugou counters, “And Sana always finishes them when she’s with daddy.”

“Daddy, your food is better!” Sana complains, yawning again, “Daddy’s the best cook.” She closes her eyes, the hum of the car and the excitement of the day too much for her. There are a few minutes of silence, you turn back around and watch the city flash by.

“You in school?” He asks, and you nod.

“I’m doing my masters in Marine Biology, so I work at the aquarium a few days a week when I’m not studying.” Bakugou searches his mind for topics, for maybe the first time in his life he’s desperate to make conversation, to draw you out a little before he lets you go. He reaches down and turns the radio on low. To his delight you let out a soft coo,

“I love this song.” He nods, he’s never heard the soft strumming of the guitar, but your face warms like a candle.

“Bad breakup?” He asks, and then kicks himself, was there such thing as a good breakup? Fuck he was so-

“Yeah.” You pause. “He um, he had a drinking problem.” Sana’s snoring softly in the back. “And some other problems.” Bakugou shakes his head, a shadow moving over your face as he turns onto his ex wife’s street.

“Mommy had some problems too.” He says, eyes flicking to Sana in the backseat. “But I wouldn’t change it.” Your jaw sets.

“I don’t think about the past like that.” You mumble, “I mean, I like to analyze, or maybe over analyze, but I, I mean, I’m who I am, right, because of it. I don’t know any other version of myself.” He nods, but you continue. “I think, I’m so terrified of making a mistake and screwing up my whole life.”

“It’s harder than you think,” He rasps quietly, “To ruin your own life, most things, start as mistakes, but end up feeling like choices.” He parallel parks in front of the stately marble building he pays rent for but seldom steps foot in.

“Can you park here?” You wonder out loud, and Bakugou smirks.

“I park wherever the fuck I want.” He gets out, scooping Sana out of her seat and closing the door with his hip. You’re only alone for a few minutes but it’s enough time for you to completely lose your grip on reality, to wonder, what the fuck you were doing in Dynamight’s car, what you were doing telling his daughter about your shitty ex, why you’d offered to stay late just on instinct, why he’d even come? Your pulse races, he wasn’t flirting with you, not a nobody, not someone who looked like you, who had barely bothered to do their makeup, men like him, they dated models, and famous philanthropists. He was just being nice. He had to be.

In the elevator coming down from dropping his daughter off, Bakugou doesn’t know what to do with his hands. He tries shoving them in the pockets of his jeans, but that feels wrong, and crossing them feels strange, but he’s too keyed up to let them hang at his side. He sees you before you see him, you look so genuinely nervous, eyes huge and unfocused, he almost gives up right there. His feet however, still carry him to the front seat of his car.

“Downtown, you said?” He asks.

“Yep.” There’s a brief pause before you speak quickly. “I shouldn’t have, you know, talked about my ex, that was weird.”

“I asked.”

“I mean, yes you did, but I still feel like it was weird, I mean I’m some random Aquarium employee who you met a few hours ago, I shouldn’t be just, like, sharing-”

“I asked.” He says again, looking over at you. “Because I wanted to know.”

“Oh.” There’s another pause. “You’re different now, than you seemed, I guess, when you were younger.”

“I’m older now.” He says, and then kicks himself again, he shouldn’t be drawing attention to the age gap, and what the fuck kind of a response was that, I’m older now? What were you supposed to say? Instead of speaking, you turn the radio up. “I know this song,” he blurts out, and you laugh.

“Because it’s old,” and he swats at you on instinct, you giggle and avoid his halfhearted attempt, “It is!” You protest, leaning on the console. “Won’t you, take me by the hand, take me somewhere new, don’t know who you are, but I, I’m with you,” you sing along, and he shakes his head.

“At least it’s good Avril Lavigne.” He mutters. “Not whatever the shit girlfriend was.” You nod, looking out the window again, and he wracks his brain for something to draw you back to him.

“Do you uh, have any siblings?” Lame.

“Yeah,” You say, turning back to him. “A younger brother.”

“So you’re the oldest?”

“Yep,” You confirm, “The pseudo parent.” You scoot a little closer to him as he looks down to turn his signal on. “Do you want more kids?”

“I didn’t even want one.” Bakugou says honestly, “But now that I’ve got her I want a million of those little fuckers, she just,” He laughs, “She’s got me wrapped around her damn finger. Best thing that ever happened to me.”

“That’s so lovely,” You sigh happily, “I think I want a bunch too, and a house somewhere quiet by the ocean, maybe.”

“With someone who opens car doors?” He rips his eyes from the road and allows himself one second of looking at your legs before focusing again.

“Well gentlemen are an endangered species.” You take your phone out, “Do you want to hear what’s waiting for me on this dating app?” He grins.

“Yeah, let’s hear what the extra’s think is gonna win you over.” You hold up one finger and read.

“Hey baby,” You say, “How do you like your eggs in the morning?” Bakugou snorts and catches a wicked glint in your eye, “Should I say, unfertilized.”

“He’s not worth the caloric energy you’d burn typing that response.” He says, making a wide left turn. “What makes a guy, a gentleman, to you?” He rasps, keeping his voice casual. “Ya lookin’ for someone who’ll bring ya flowers and write ya poetry?” You giggle.

“No,” you take a deep breath and let it out through your nose, “This is so lame, you can’t make fun of me.”

“I do not promise that.” He says. “Don’t say somethin’ stupid and I won’t mock ya for it.”

“Okay, okay,” You speak again, gesturing like you did earlier when you were giving the tour, “I’m the oldest sibling, I’m responsible, and smart, and I would like for once in my life, to be the person being taken care of rather than the other way around. I want,” you pause, thinking, “I want to be with someone who is always thinking like, what can I do to make her smile, to make her life better, because that’s how I am, and I just, never found someone who matches me there.”

“Huh.” He says.

“Go ahead.” You stick your chin out. “Mock me.”

“Can’t.” He says, frowning. “Too sincere.”

“I also hope he’s tall.” You quip, and Bakugou laughs harshly,

“Think one of those two things is gonna be easier to find than the other.” You flip through the dating app. “Those are shit, by the way.”

“I work too much to meet people any other way.” You sigh. “Sorry, this isn’t what you signed up for, when you offered to drive me home, I’d give myself 0 stars on uber for oversharing.”

“You edit a lot.” he says gruffly.

“Yeah, I’m um,” You touch the back of your neck, “Maybe the most nervous I’ve ever been.”

“Because of me?” He asks, looking over at you, measuring the warmth of your cheeks, your soft smile, the slight tremor of your hands. “Are you cold?”

“Um, yes, and no.”

“Your hands are shaking.”

“I’m nervous!” He pulls up to a red light, bathing both of your faces in crimson.

“Why?” He asks, “Because I’m a hero?” You swallow, close your eyes and throw caution to the wind.

“Because I was gonna maybe ask you inside for a drink, but um, if you’re gonna say no, then I didn’t ask.” His heart thrums in his chest.

“If I’m gonna say no you didn’t ask?” He repeats, just to watch you crumple with embarrassment, adorable. “Relax, princess, I’m comin’ up.” You lift your head.

“You’re terrible.” You say with a warm smile, and he matches it. “I mean it.” He reaches over and pats your knee, unsure what possessed him to touch you, but unable to stop.

“You ain’t seen nothin’.”

“I’m a little messy, heads up,” you confess, and he shrugs. “And I only have whiskey.”

“Tryna get me drunk?” He asks, slowing down as he enters your neighborhood.

“No!” You protest, “No I promise I’m not-”

“Relax,” He says again, “I’m just pushin’ your buttons.” You cross your arms and huff. “You really just jumped in front of Sana today,” He says after a moment.

“I didn’t think about it.” You say honestly. “Now I feel silly, if you did want to take her, I’m fairly certain there’s nothing I could do about it. You look at his defined biceps and thick forearms. “Oh, here.” You point and he frowns. This isn’t just a crappy neighborhood, it’s a dangerous one. Your building is in disrepair, bricks crumbling down into the ally , the air condition unit drips on the dirty sidewalk. He parks quickly and gets out of the car, and gets do your door so quickly that he’s able to shut it on you when you try to open it yourself.

“What did I tell you?” He grins, “I open the doors around here.” Your stomach does a backflip.

“R-right.” He offers you a hand, lifting you out of his car, and not releasing it as you move towards the building. He watches you fumble with your keys, and where you would have struggled to open the sticking door in the humidity he’s able to wrench it open with one firm yank. “Thank you.” You murmur, and you lead him up the dark stairway, the building smells like cigarettes, your footsteps are muffled on the filthy brown carpet. There’s a faint buzzing from fluorescent light in the hallway. and it flickers a little. You wince when you finally get to the door, “I know the building’s depressing but,” You open your door, “I think my place is nice.” He ducks his head to get through the door, the ceilings here are low, clearly in violation of some building code. Your apartment is messy, strewn with books and papers, a couple plants on the window sill, he recognizes fresh basil, the rest must be herbs. The light is soft and yellow when you flick it on, and the colors are warm and inviting. You slip your bag off your shoulder and it’s hard to focus on anything else when you bend down in front of him, he heard the clang of glass and you pop back up with a bottle of whiskey.

“That’s shit.” He says, shaking his head, but you just giggle.

“More for me.”

“Get me a glass.” He orders, and to his surprise you nod, padding into your kitchen and taking two mugs from the cabinet. “Don’t you have glasses?” He asks and you shrug.

“Nope.” You pour each of you a hearty serving then gesture to the couch, handing him his mug. “Sorry to make the number two hero rough it.”

“I can handle it.” He takes a sip of the whiskey, and manages not to wince. “I’m more worried about you, princess,” He says lowly, watching you sip the liquor like it’s water.

“I’ll be fine.” You mumble. “Sorry, really, that my place isn’t so nice.”

“I like it.” He says, scooting closer to you on the couch, and willing his hands not to sweat as he reaches for you. He slips an arm around your shoulders, you’re sitting with your knees tucked into your chest.

“Do you um,” he’s so close to you, you can count every freckle on the bridge of his nose, “Want to watch tv?” He snorts, setting his mug on the table.

“Fuck no,” He breathes, before reaching out and cupping your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Can I, uh,” he feels so stupid, in his youth, he’d have just pinned you down, he’d have one hand around your neck by now, “Can I kiss you?” You nod, lifting your head to his.

“Please,” you breathe, and presses his lips to yours and then sucks gently on your lower lip, his hold on your face gentle but firm, guiding you. With his free hand, he takes your drink and sets it on the coffee table, then his hands drop to your waist, lifting you with a soft grunt, so that you’re facing him in his lap, straddling him on your knees. His hands drop to squeeze your ass, your thighs, letting out a soft groan at the give in them, before bringing one of them to the small of your back to move your hips against his.

Your head is spinning, mind swimming, as your face gets warmer and your need grows, you gasp softly into his mouth, and he slips his hands under your shirt, palming your breasts, first through your bra, but quickly losing patience with it, taking it in two hands and tearing the fabric like paper.

“Bakugou,” You gasp, more surprised than annoyed, but he just grins.

“I’ll get ya somethin’ nicer.” He flicks his calloused hands over your nipples and watches your delicious reaction, your pupils dilating, your soft lips parting, he could watch this for hours. You suck on your pouty lower lip for a second when he pinches them softly, it’s like you’ve never been touched before, you’re so sensitive. “Fuck,” He growls, when you mewl for him, “Get this shit off.” You nod emphatically, flopping on your back to take your t-shirt off while he pulls your leggings off and yanks your plain cotton panties to your ankles. You go to sit up but he snaps, “Don’t move,” and tugs his own shirt off, revealing layers of scarred, tanned muscle. You must show your desire on your face because he smirks.

“Like what ya see?” You look away, embarrassed he caught you staring, but he climbs on top of you, catching your chin in one hand, “You look so cute when you’re embarrassed,” he says, “Do’ya do this often,” and you squirm more underneath him, “Pick up dads at the playground?”

“No-ohhh,” you sigh through your denial when he buries his face in your neck, his rough tongue on your soft skin, kissing and biting, bringing pleasure with just the edge of pain, “I didn’t think you’d,” you cut yourself off with another moan when he slots a thigh between yours, and presses it firmly against your sex, “Fuck, I didn’t, think you’d-”

“You didn’t think,” he laughs, trailing his lower lip across your skin, taking your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to make you breathe in sharply and arch your back, “That I started thinkin’ about how much you’d cream on my cock while you were squirmin’ in my front seat?” You whimper and grind your hips against his thigh, “Needy little slut,” he growls, sticking two fingers in your mouth, “Suck.”

You hollow out your cheeks and he watches in awe as he pushes them further between your perfect lips, flicking your tongue over his digits, eyes wide and opium blown.

“That’s it,” He grunts, “Get ‘em nice and wet for me.” He pushes a little farther, and finally gets what he wants, triggering your gag reflex, making your hips buck underneath him, your throat convulse, and tears well in your eyes. “Good girl,” He says, in the softest tone of voice he’s capable of taking his soaked fingers and trailing them up your slit, he notices you soften a little at the words. “You like that?” You blink at him and he slaps your thigh, “I asked you a fuckin’ question, you like it when I tell you you’re my good girl?” Your mouth drops open as he choses that moment to part your folds, stealing the air from your lungs by way of dipping his middle finger into your burning core.

“Fuck,” you chirp, “Yes, yes I like it.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you a couple times, and you roll your hips against his hand, he curls them inside of you and you moan loudly, “Daddy please,” you squeal as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit.

“Daddy,” he repeats in a low growl, “You filthy fuckin’ thing,” He leans down and speaks directly in your ear, wedging himself between the body and the couch, “Spent the day with me and my daughter and now that I’m knuckle deep in your cunt you wanna call me daddy?” Tears burn in your eyes, you whimper, he’s pressing against that bundle of nerves with every thrust now, your thighs are trembling, “Go on then, cum all over daddy’s fingers, you dirty,” his teeth graze your earlobe, “fuckin’ slut.” Your orgasm rips through you, and you cry the loveliest half choked sobs, curling into his body. He rubs your back, trailing his fingertips over your skin, making you shiver.

You look up at him, with soft, wet eyes, and take his hand, bringing it to your lips. He watches, transfixed as you gently lick his fingers clean.

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he breathes, when he can speak again, “You wanna be daddy’s good girl?” You squirm underneath him and he chuckles. “Nah, you’re not gettin’ away that easy.” He sits up, moving you with him, sitting you gently on his lap. He unzips his dark jeans, and hooks his thumbs in his boxers, pulling them down, letting them fall to his ankles. His cock springs loose, thick and heavy, slapping against his abs.

“Oh, my god,” The words fall from your lips before you can stop them.

“Think ya can take it?” He asks, sitting up and pressing his forehead to yours. “Think you can handle daddy’s fat fuckin’ cock?” You roll your eyes and he chuckles dangerously, catching your face roughly in a calloused hand. “Now was that a good idea?”

“N-no, probably,” you get out, his hand squishing your cheeks, muffling your words.

“Good guess,” he snarls, releasing you and rubbing the head of his cock against your softness, pressing it directly against your clit which is still throbbing from your orgasm. You feel just the head of it at first, and you hiss as eases into you, pressing down on your hips as you sink down on his length.

“Fuck,” you choke out, “You’re s’big,” he guides your hips, lifting you an inch up and and slamming you back down so hard you cry out, burying your face in his neck.

“Too much?” He asks lowly,

“Don’t stop,” You beg, breathless, “Please,”

“Squeezin’ me so tight,” He groans, “Relax a little,” he moves his hips, bouncing you experimentally, delighting in the soft broken gasps spilling from your lips into his neck. “That’s it,” He growls, “Atta girl,” He picks up the pace a little, grabbing a fistful of your ass and then slapping it hard, “Atta fuckin’ girl.” You lean back a little, lifting your head and kissing him as he fucks you hard, hips slapping against yours with every thrust. Your hands tangle in his straw hair, and he lets out a low rumble when you pull, “Harder,” he orders, bouncing you faster, until your breath is coming in short little gasps between moans, completely undone in front of him.

“D-daddy,” You warble, giving in, collapsing against him, “Need to cum again.”

“Now that she needs to cum I’m daddy again, huh?” He lets out a sharp breath, “Fuck, though you’ve got a tight little pussy,” he moves you, pressing his forehead to yours again, so that he can look directly into your eyes. “Gonna let daddy take care of you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” You chant, nodding emphatically, “Please,”

“Gonna be daddy’s sweet little cocksleeve?”

“Mhm, yes, please, daddy,” You mewl.

“Fuck,” He snarls, thrusts getting sporadic as he nears his own high, leaning forward and biting down on your neck, “Cum for me.” He snaps, and you clench down on him, cunt fluttering around him as you cry, and as he rakes his nails down your back, letting you milk him dry. For a few minutes there’s only breathing, he draws patterns on your soft skin. “Good girl.” He whispers, breaking the silence. You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him. You stay like that, resting, breathing until Bakugou feels you shiver, and moves a little, waking you up.

“Oi,” He murmurs, “Time to put some clothes on, huh princess?” You swallow. Of course, you think, he got what he came for. You nod, climbing off of him, legs shaking as you pull your panties back on, and step into your leggings. You pick up your ruined bra. “Toss it,” he orders, “I’ll get you somethin’ nicer.”

“You don’t have to.” You say, and he bristles at the edge in your voice.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You say, disappearing down the hallway to find clothes.

“Uh, uh,” He follows you, pulling up his pants and boxers, leaning against your door frame as you dig in your dresser. “What’s goin’ on?”

“You just um,” You speak without turning around, “You can go if that’s what you want.” He laughs harshly.

“Is that what this is about?” You’re wiggling into another bra and he frowns.

“I don’t like that one either.”

“Could it be you just like my tits out?” He steps into your bedroom, wrapping his thick scarred arms around you.

“Are ya poutin’ because you thought I don’t wanna stay the night?” He says in a low rasp.

“I would understand-”

“Oh, I’m not sleeping here.” He says meanly, and your shoulders droop so immediately that he can’t tease you for another second, “Because we’re going back to my place, you fuckin’ moron.” He flicks your forehead then shudders, “I don’t wanna find out what your cheap ass mattress is gonna do to my old man back.” He picks you up, holding you by the thighs while you avoid eye contact, “And in the mornin’ I’ll make you the best damn breakfast you’ve ever eaten, so smile for me or somethin’ dumbass?”

“I don’t eat breakfast.” You mumble and he shakes his head.

“You do now princess.” He tosses you roughly onto your bed. “So get your shit, because we’re leaving.”

“You seriously don’t have to pretend you want-”

“If you say that again,” Bakugou scowls, annoyed, “I swear to god I’ll take you right over my fuckin’ knee.” You blanch. “Or would ya like that too much? Gonna soak right through your panties for me? Tch.”

“Well I mean technically speaking, my panties are wet, because,” Something hits him.

“You’re on birth control, yeah?” You snort.

“Yeah, Bakugou.”

“No need to look so relieved.” He puts you down. “Betcha’d like it if I locked you down, huh?” You swat at him halfheartedly searching your closet for some pajamas resembling lingerie. “Also uh,” He pauses, “‘S Katsuki.” You shove some clothes into a beg, and he waits for you while you grab your things from the bathroom. He leads you down the stairs, out of your crappy apartment, into his sports car. He speeds through the city, taking tight turns and running yellow lights, one hand on the wheel and one hand on your thigh.

He pulls up in front of his building, and you reach for the car door but think better of it.

“Good girl,” He coos condescendingly, “She’s learning.” He takes his time walking around the car, opening the door for you and helping you to your feet before tossing the keys to his building’s valet, draping an arm around your neck. Your sneakers look out of place on the shining marble floors, and when you see your reflection in the closing elevator doors it’s distorted. He runs his wallet over a sensor, and it beeps, flying you up to the penthouse floor. You step into his apartment, and gasp at the view of the city from his floor to ceiling windows, but you only have a second to marvel in the darkness because he’s snatching you up, and carrying you down the hall to his bedroom, with soft grey sheets and the blinds closed.

“You can drool at the view in the mornin’.” He growls and you reach for your bag.

“I brought stuff to um, sleep in.” You mumble and he relents, stepping out of his jeans, and putting on a clean pair of boxers before flopping on his bed, watching you strip, body glowing in the low light. You slip on a pink satin tank top and high waisted shorts, and turn to him, unconsciously asking for his approval.

“C’mere,” he says, lifting his arm, and you dive under the covers, shivering. “He tucks your chin under his head. “Meant it by the way earlier, no take backs.” Your eyelids are drooping and you’re so warm and comfortable that you almost don’t question it. He hooks a leg around yours trapping your thigh between his.

“What?”

“Said you’d let me take care of you.” He mutters.

“Oh.” You tighten your grip on his arm. “You were serious, about that?” You can practically feel his eyeroll as he tightens his grip on you.

“’Course I was. Now go the fuck to sleep.”

#daddy bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #bakugou as a dad #dad bakugou #bakugou smut #mha x reader

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holding out (just for you) [3] || katsuki b.

pairing: dragon!bakugo katsuki x reader

word count: 12.9k+

mentions: female reader, fantasy au, near death experience, descriptions of injuries (blood, some light gore, nausea, poisoning wrt reader), not completely revised akhdfg, aged up chars (24+), sfw, second pov, part of the bnha big bang collab!

with art drawn by the talented @your-fellow-passerine!! here is a link to the original post (give it some love!!!!) <33

side note: there had been some confusion wrt the ending of ch2 when i had posted it so im here to say that bkg did not leave LOL.

masterlist part two

You had a feeling for a while now that Bakugo didn’t like being indebted to you. 

You picked it up from some of his more subtle mannerisms whenever you brought him food or spent hours on end healing him. You didn’t mind, you really didn’t, and you tried telling him as much. But well, if there was one thing you learned about him over all these months, it was that he was a stubborn bastard (and he knew that, too). He could be grumpy all he wanted, though—it wasn’t like you were going to stop.

One day, you were just finishing up on healing the wound near his eye when he decided to puff a small bit of smoke directly into your face. Your nose scrunched slightly as you waved away the cloud with a hand and looked into his eye expectantly. He was lucky his smoke smelled kind of good; you don’t think you would have tolerated him doing it so often if it didn’t. “Need something?”

He made a deep rumble and lifted his head up, your hands dropping away from it as he jerked his chin towards his back. You looked at it curiously. “Oh, do you want me to heal—” 

He cut you off with a light growl and shake of his head. You could only watch him dumbly, not quite understanding even as he appeared to get a bit irritated. He gestured to his back again and gave his wings a little flap, then looked pointedly down at you with another huff. 

“Oh!” You brightened as his actions seemed to click together in your head. “You wanna go somewhere?” He let out a snort and lowered his head to give you a gentle nudge with the tip of his nose. “With me?” A puff of caramel-scented smoke and quick nod was all the confirmation you needed. “Sure, we’ve got time.” The sun wouldn’t set for a while. You stepped around him to tug on your bag and head over to his back, your eyes moving to look for somewhere you could sit atop him. It wouldn’t be an issue if he didn’t have all those spikes in the way. 

Just as the thought crossed your mind, though, Bakugo lowered himself closer to the ground. After a short moment that had you raising an eyebrow at him, he retracted his spikes completely into his body. You stared at his smooth back for a second, then looked at him with bewilderment painted across your features. He avoided your gaze a bit, then flicked his eyes towards you. “Wow! Since when could you do that?!” He only snorted as a response. 

It took a bit of shimmying to crawl your way up Bakugo’s back—his scales were warm like an hearth under your palms and slightly slippery as though coated in a light layer of oil—but you eventually managed to nestle yourself in the crook where his neck met his back. Your legs dangled down from the sides of his neck in a way that reminded you of riding a horse—except your thighs were forced to spread apart much wider. You were going to be sore as all hell tomorrow.  

You rested your hands lightly on his neck in front of you and looked up to see him peering back at you, one slitted, crimson eye sharply trained on your form. You gave him a thumbs up, doing your best to ignore the butterflies fluttering away in your stomach. Were you really about to do this? “Ready!” You guessed you were.

Bakugo chuffed and turned back around as the muscles in his back rolled beneath you. It was an entirely different experience being on top of him as he prepared to take off. Part of you kind of preferred to be on the ground—watching—instead. Your heart shot up to your throat when his wings gave two massive flaps somewhere behind you, and you leaned forward to wrap your arms around his thick neck as much as you could, practically cementing your body against him. 

“Ohhh my goddd,” you choked out, holding on for dear life as he leapt up into the air in a sudden, quick motion and flew up, and up, and up. Your stomach lurched, your hair whipped around sporadically. You almost didn’t want to look down, but you did, and you gaped in amazement as the clearing got smaller and smaller. The forest turned into an indecipherable ocean of green and if you looked to your left, you could see the small houses and buildings that made up Yuuei. 

Bakugo eventually leveled off and started heading in the direction of Mount Kamino. Since his movements were less rocky than they were while he was climbing up into the air, you were able to somewhat let go of his neck to sit yourself up. The wind pushed your hair back and stung at your eyes from being this high, but it wasn’t unbearable. You breathed in deeply, the crisp air filling your lungs, then exhaled it all in a relieved sigh. The warmth of the gleaming sun to your left and the coolness of being at this altitude contrasted against each other, but you felt nothing but the heat radiating from the dragon beneath you.

You stared around in wonder, the vast expanse of blue that stretched on until it reached the silver lining of the horizon. You felt like you could get lost in all that blue, unable to tell left from right or forward from backward. The thought made you suppress a small shiver and you turned your attention to the puffy, white clouds that Bakugo soared by—you couldn’t help but reach out to them, humorously imagining that you could just snatch a chunk off to hold in your hand. 

If you peeked down at the Earth, you could see the moment when the grey of Mount Kamino met the thick forest that surrounded it. Some distance away, you could see Lake Might—a mirror in the ground that felt like a portal to another universe. That you could fall through and end up in another sky not unlike this one. Your eyes moved to skim over the face of the mountain, locating a familiar dark cave atop an equally as familiar slope.

You felt, more than heard, the rumble that quaked through Bakugo’s chest. You raised your head to look at him; he’d turned his head slightly to peer at you from the corner of a glowing, ruby eye. 

“This is amazing!” You laughed out, a silly grin on your slowly numbing face. He snorted and returned his gaze to the front. Where you both were going, you didn’t know, but you trusted him.

You got so lost in watching the green ground pass below you—the way Bakugo’s shadow drifted across the clouds he soared above—that when he started to decelerate and tilted himself downwards, you blinked in surprise. There was a large clearing atop a plateau that he circled around once before he dropped himself down onto it in a smooth landing. You hardly felt yourself get jostled around. He puffed out some smoke and crouched his legs so you could slide off his back, your thighs only slightly sore for now. 

You straightened out your clothes and looked around to see where he’d taken you. It really was just a regular clearing. You wandered away from him and crouched down by a flower sticking out from tall blades of grass. A familiar, cerulean-colored flower, with petals shaped in the form of a star and leaves that reminded you of the hearts Denki would sometimes doodle on the sides of your drink containers. Your jaw dropped open. 

“Zeniths!” you exclaimed as you picked said flower and jumped to your feet so you could spin around to face Bakugo. He was watching you quietly, his eyes flicking down to the Zenith as you scurried closer to him to brandish it eagerly. “You found a clearing!! Shit, look at all this!” You waved your hand out at the seemingly endless field covered in cerulean flowers. “This is enough to last me years!” You turned back to look at him with a wide smile that made the apples of your cheeks hurt. “Thank you! Truly.”

For a moment, all he did was stare down at you. Then he snorted out some smoke into your face and turned his head to look away in a random direction. You only laughed at his reaction and jogged off to start collecting as many Zeniths as you could. You’d have to remember where this clearing was for the future—maybe you could come back on your own.

You took your time to carefully pluck and bundle the Zeniths, wrapping their stems together with string so you could stash them in your bag. At one point, you looked around to see what Bakugo was up to and saw that he’d taken to the skies again—you hadn’t even noticed when he’d lifted off, so absorbed in your work. He was steadily circling around the plateau, clearly enjoying himself, in his own way. 

You wandered over to a particularly rough, bumpy, patch of the plateau and knelt down to gather the Zeniths there. But you paused, for a short second, as you felt a faint tremor through the soles of your shoes. You slowly stood up and waited to see if there would be another, your eyes latched onto the gently swaying grass and flowers below you. One second, two seconds—a faint shake. Three seconds, four seconds. The ground shifted. You furrowed your eyebrows.

And then the Earth erupted beneath your feet.

You let out a yelp as you tumbled backwards onto the grass and dirt, your brain not fully processing what was happening. Your reflexes kicked into overdrive when you noticed a large, dark shadow shoot towards your disoriented form, and you were just barely able to toss yourself to the side to avoid it. A large jaw snapped near your head, missing it by inches. You rolled, heart picking up a frantic beat when you heard a low, raspy hissing. From your periphery, something grey and scaley—covered with flecks of brown and green—gyrated at your side and sunk back into the ground. You stared at where it had disappeared, the Earth a mess of overturned soil that quivered for a second before it stilled. 

You swallowed thickly, breaths bated, and slowly picked yourself up from the ground. You kept your eyes locked on the area around you. And you listened. And you waited. You were scared to take a further step for fear of disturbing the odd silence that had befallen the field, but you forced yourself to slowly inch away from your spot. You licked at your dry lips, a foreboding feeling settling in your chest. Your fingers trembled into fists.

This time, when the ground exploded in a monstrous plume of dirt and grass, you let out a piercing scream and whipped yourself around so you could run. 

Keep your gaze low, you panicked to yourself as you pumped your legs as fast as you could. The terra basilisk let out a hiss that you could hear over your palpitating heart. Its large shadow lunged towards you again. You yelped and dove to the side, a pain bursting along your upper right arm as your hands scraped against rock and rough patches of soil. Still, you couldn’t stop, you couldn’t. You scrambled up and sprinted off towards some trees you could see in the distance, not giving yourself the time to rest for fear of what would become of you if you did. 

You could hear the way the basilisk snaked across the ground after you, the way it dove deep into the soil once more to leave you for a terrifyingly quiet minute. The ground shook minutely behind you, before all went still. You didn’t dare look back to see where it was, keeping your eyes locked on a point in front of you. A crisp pain was starting to manifest itself in your side, just under your ribs. Your breaths came out in quick gasps. 

Still, you ran. 

A column of dirt burst forth into the air to your right. You yelped and ducked down as you lunged to the left to avoid the dark, snapping maw that descended upon your head like the hand of death itself. But just as you pivoted to sprint in a direction opposite of the hole the basilisk had emerged from, your foot slipped on something—made it twist sharply and suddenly. You barely had time to throw out your hands to catch yourself as you went plunging towards the grass. Before you could hit the ground, however, something slammed into your side. 

Hard. 

It threw off your momentum—knocked you into the air—a choked gasp leaving your chapped lips as you soared blindly in a direction you couldn’t make out. Your hair whipped around your face, your eyes scrunched closed as though to brace yourself. You hit the ground with a rough thud and rolled through grass and dirt that tangled around your hair and limbs. Sticks and stones scratched at your clothes, your skin. Your head swam with the motion of skidding across the Earth in a seemingly never-ending whirlwind. A rough grunt escaped your mouth when you finally, finally, felt your back collide with something rough. It forced the wind right out of you—caused a throbbing pain to radiate across your torso. You crumpled into a heap, the energy sapped out of you like a sponge wrung dry.

And through the pounding of your heart in your ears, you heard a thundering, soul-encompassing, roar. 

It reverberated through your very bones, sunk deep into your chest and made your heart skip a beat. You could barely even move. The hammering in your head, along your back, was debilitating. Your lips trembled with the pained groans you wanted to release. The dirt felt cool against your overheating cheeks. You kept your eyes shut tightly, unwilling to look up for fear of meeting the yellowed eyes of the basilisk. All you could do was curl into a ball and listen to the snarls and growls in the near distance. Feel a sudden, sweltering heat that washed along your exposed skin—accompanied by a deep, deep rumble. You bit at the inside of your cheek and pressed your forehead further into the Earth in the hopes that it would swallow you whole.

A shrieking hiss. A vicious snarl. The sound of flesh tearing apart. The steady flapping of large wings that got fainter and fainter and fainter, until all you could hear was the gentle rustling of leaves above you. Peaceful, almost, in a way that made you feel sick. Grass tickled at your neck. Your back throbbed at the slightest of movements.

In the far, far distance, there was a faint crack that was followed by the shrill chirps and caws of birds as they fluttered up into the sky. 

You don’t know how long you lay there, your consciousness flickering in and out like a candle fighting to stay lit in a storm. Your eyes fluttered as you struggled desperately against the encroaching darkness that threatened to pull you under. Eventually, you were jolted awake by a thud somewhere near you that you could feel through the ground. For a moment, your heart stuttered in your chest, worried that the creature behind the impact was one with grey, scaly skin and yellow eyes. But then something gently nudged at your right side. Hot air fanned out over your body, ruffling your hair. There was a familiar, quiet rumbling sound that only became more insistent when you didn’t move. 

You released the groan you’d been choking on and started to shift so you could push yourself up. Your back immediately protested, practically screaming at you to lay down once more. But you couldn’t—you knew you couldn’t, no matter how much you wanted to close your eyes and simply rest. You needed to check the stinging pain you felt on your upper arm, the tenderness in your ankle.  

With muscles tenser than you’d ever felt them before, you propped yourself up on your palms and moved your legs until you were in a crawling position. You blinked hazily down at the dirt and grass beneath you, your chest moving as you took slow, steady breaths in the hopes that they would get rid of the spots of black that lingered across your vision. Bakugo let out a chuff near your head and nudged you again until you shifted, painstakingly slow. God, everything hurts. 

You managed to sit yourself up and lean back against the tree you’d slammed into, your legs extended before you. Just doing that simple action made your head swing dangerously. Inhale, then exhale. You shivered at the gentle breeze that drifted through the air. You closed your eyes for a second, then reopened them to gaze blearily up at Bakugo hovering in front of you. Worried, it seemed, if the way he was chuffing close to your face was any indication. Something dark burgundy was smeared across his mouth, coated his fangs. You swallowed thickly and forced down the sudden nausea you felt crawling up your throat. Bakugo watched you carefully for a moment, then his pink tongue darted out to lick at his maw in a quick motion. You let out a quiet sigh. 

“Did it nick you?” you croaked out once your nerves had settled, your tongue like lead in your mouth. Bakugo huffed out his irritation and nudged your shoulder pointedly. You let out a weak laugh. “Yeah, I should… focus on myself, huh?” Your left hand reached across your chest to press your palm against the stinging part of your upper arm. When you pulled it away, it was coated in crimson—though it was much darker than you’d expected it to be. And when you turned your head in an attempt to peer at the wound, you saw that it was tinged with an inky black. Your stomach dropped. No wonder you were feeling so lightheaded and clammy. 

“Fuck, it got me,” you rasped and pressed the back of your hand to your forehead. It felt warm. You needed to do something, and you needed to do it fast. Bakugo made a low whine as your eyes darted around the grass surrounding you. There were a few Zeniths swaying lazily back and forth a few feet to your left. Perfect. You took a deep breath to brace yourself, then shifted back onto your knees so you could crawl closer to the cerulean flowers. Your back pulsed hotly—you winced and struggled to push through the pain for the brief seconds it took you to reach out and snatch them up in a clumsy hand. 

Bakugo followed you with his head, puffing near your body as he kept an eye on you. The light around you was starting to… look strange. Almost like you were underwater. That couldn’t be good. You sat on your calves and promptly stuffed the Zeniths into your mouth, your jaw working furiously as you chewed them into a paste. It wasn’t the best method of execution to get them to the state you needed, but well, it would have to do. They tasted like… nothing, really. Maybe the vague hint of something that reminded you of honeydew.

You were lucky—really fucking lucky—that you were surrounded by the right flora to aid in healing your injuries and slowing down the spread of the basilisk poison. You dared not ruminate on the dark implications of the plateau housing other… less useful plants. 

You did your best to wipe the blood on your palm on the grass near your knees. There was no time to waste—you couldn’t spare the minutes it would take to get your arm to stop bleeding. As you spat the murky green mush in your mouth onto your left hand and smoothed it roughly over the gash on your upper arm, you felt Bakugo insistently nudge the side of your head. The puffs of air from his nostrils fanned gently against your cheek and tickled your neck. You glanced over to him with an inquisitive hum. Once your attention was on him, he lowered his head so he could nose at the hand clutching at your arm, pointedly huffing at it. His scales felt cool, almost, against your hot skin. That definitely couldn’t be good. 

“What?” you asked confusedly when Bakugo continued his actions. He let out a low rumble and nudged a bit harder at your hand, but you were lost as to what he was trying to say. “I don’t…” you trailed off, blinking heavily at him. You felt tired. You didn’t have the time for this. Bakugo huffed out his irritation and lifted his head away from you so you could see the white glow of his fire at the base of his neck. But instead of releasing it, he let the glow fade and exhaled a cloud of dark smoke. He then leaned towards you again so he could nose at your hands. 

“Your… fire? My hands…?” you mumbled to yourself, trying to get your foggy brain to work enough to piece things together. What did they have in common? Was there anythi— “Oh!” you exclaimed as things clicked together. “My— my magic?” 

Bakugo rumbled and leaned away from you so he could give you an expectant look—though there was something to it that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Something that made your insides twist with guilt. He was antsy, you realized, as you spotted the way his tail undulated almost frenziedly behind him. The way his unsheathed spikes bristled along his tensed spine. You bit at the inside of your cheek and turned your gaze away from him so you could inspect your wound. The Zenith mush was just enough to cover it entirely. Good. It wouldn’t take too long for the Zeniths to take effect—but you needed to get back to your cottage soon. You had more effective treatments you could administer there that would help get rid of the encroaching fever and chills. 

You cleared your parched throat and finally looked back at him impatiently waiting. “I ah, forgot to mention that my magic… it doesn’t really work on me.” You didn’t think your avoidance of telling him such information in the cave would come back to bite you in the ass, but here you were. You grimaced when he let out a low growl, his eyes slitting into thin slices. “You were being defensive when you saw— What was I supposed to do? Look”—you took a deep breath in an attempt to reorient yourself—“never mind that. We— We have to get back to my cottage.”

Bakugo made a sound from deep within his chest as you looked away from him and down at your shirt. You still felt lightheaded and your body felt like you’d just stepped out of a funeral pyre. It was exhausting. Focus, you had to focus. After doing your best to wipe the Zenith mush off of your hand, you made quick work out of tearing off a piece of the bottom of your shirt. You wrapped it around your upper arm as tightly as you could, wincing as you used your teeth to help you tie a knot that rested on top of your wound. Fuck, it was sloppy, but it would have to do until you got back home. At least the pain had simmered down to a dull throb.

“Okay.” You nodded to yourself and slowly shifted your legs around until you were in a crouching position. Leaning most of your weight on your uninjured ankle, you paused to take a small breath, then pushed yourself up. 

Immediately, your back spasmed—a sudden and ferocious thing that made you yelp and lurch forward in a reflexive attempt to curl in on yourself. You caught yourself on something in front of you that shifted underneath your torso and poked your stomach. It felt like you could hardly even move. Once you blinked away the darkness that tinged the edges of your vision, you found yourself hanging off the shimmering gold of Bakugo’s snout—practically leaning your entire weight on top of him. Slitted crimson eyes zeroed in on your perspiring face. 

“Shit, sorry,” you gasped out, eyebrows scrunched together as you waited for your back pain to settle down to a dull ache once more. Bakugo let out a rumble and a small puff of smoke that you felt caress the sides of your face. It was strangely… comforting, you guessed. Once you’d managed to collect yourself, you eased yourself off of him, one of your hands delicately resting on the scales of his left cheek as you grimaced down at your ankle. 

The boots you were wearing were thick enough that you were certain your ankle wasn’t dealing with an injury that was too dire. But still, as you tentatively shifted some of your weight onto it, you couldn’t help wincing as it gave a sharp throb. Broken, no, but it was definitely tender—maybe sprained. You sighed. 

“Les’go,” you told Bakugo as you clumsily stepped forward in the direction of his wings, your back hunched slightly to stave off any more spasms. You raised an arm to wipe it across your warm face. If you didn’t make any sudden movements and kept your back tilted, then you could somewhat hobble around. Somewhat. Bakugo puffed out some smoke and lowered himself so that he was resting flat on the ground, his spikes retracting once more. He kept a slitted eye on you, warily watching as you approached his shoulder. 

It took you longer than you would’ve liked to admit to shimmy your way onto his back. The slightest movements in the wrong direction would cause your back to pulse or your ankle to twinge. Bakugo rumbled an anxious little sound as he attempted to help you, the muscles of his back and front leg shifting underneath your scratched up palms to make the incline up his side easier to crawl across. 

As soon as you settled on top of his nape, he gave you one last glance before immediately taking off. You nearly tumbled off him with the force of his jump, your grip around his neck tightening. His wings moved at a rapid pace. The wind stung at your eyes. You grimaced when your back throbbed and leaned forward until your front rested against his neck. His scales felt a bit warmer now where they were pressed against your cheek—that meant the Zeniths were working. Good.

In the far distance, away from the plateau, you caught a glimpse of something long and grey laying on the ground. Terrifyingly still. It made something foul twist its way through your chest. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the beating of Bakugo’s wings.

You woke up abruptly, your body jostling harshly in a way that made you bolt upright. You regretted it once your back protested angrily, a pained hiss escaping your lips as one of your hands pressed itself somewhere against your lower lumbar region. You felt groggy—sluggish—but at least you were cognizant. A rumble somewhere in front of you made you look up to see Bakugo watching you carefully, his pupil flicking to your hand pressed to your body. And it was then that you realized you were both on the ground—not in the sky. That was fast. 

He’d taken you straight to your cottage instead of the forest clearing, you noticed, as you glanced around. The space you had around it wasn’t large enough to accommodate him. He was mostly standing on top of the soil you used for your garden—you’d cleaned out the area a long time ago. You just hadn’t had the chance to plant anything yet, with all the medicinal responsibilities you were in charge of. He’d tucked his wings close to his body and made himself as small as possible—though even then it was barely enough. It certainly didn’t seem comfortable.

By now the sun had started to creep its way to the horizon, its light painting the walls of your cottage a rich honey color. Slipping off Bakugo’s back was certainly easier than the whole ordeal of clambering on top of it, though once your feet hit the ground you grimaced at the simultaneous waves of pain that radiated through your back and ankle. You mumbled something to Bakugo—a thanks, maybe, you weren’t quite sure—and stumbled your way towards your front door. 

As you reached behind you to grab your key from your bag, you startled slightly when your hand met nothing but air. A quick glance around you let you know it was nowhere in sight. You slapped a hand against your face and let out a groan. You hadn’t even noticed it was gone. Bakugo made a questioning sound in reply—you could hear him shifting closer behind you, feel the hot air that left his nose as you turned around to see his head hovering over you. He’d curled into an even tighter ball, now that you’d gotten off his back. 

“Dropped my bag back at the plateau,” you told him wearily with a sigh. You already didn’t particularly like the prospect of going back there, but well… you really needed those Zeniths. It didn’t help the bubbling, anxious feeling in your gut, though. This was a problem for another day, you decided. “We’ll grab it later,” you mumbled offhandedly and turned back around so you could clumsily swipe the spare key you kept hidden in a flower pot to the side of the door. 

You shuffled inside once the door opened, making a beeline for one of the wooden chairs you had by the table of salves and creams. You collapsed onto it heavily and grumbled when your back gave a sharp pang. There was the sound of huffing and shifting from outside that you paid no mind to for the time being, instead focused on easing your boots from your feet. A groan escaped your lips once you managed to free your aching ankle and a quick inspection of it after you slipped your sock off showed that it was swollen. Great. 

You were lucky that you had some supplies on the table from the last person you’d treated earlier in the day—just thinking about needing to walk over to your bedroom closet to grab them made your ankle pulse with another wave of pain. 

But first—the wound on your arm. 

You made quick work out of unwrapping the bloody piece of cloth from your upper arm, grimacing when it peeled wetly off your wound. You had to awkwardly twist your arm towards you and crane your neck so you could inspect it. The Zenith mush had mostly been absorbed already, eradicating the black tinge of the poison and leaving nothing but the fresh red of blood. You pressed the back of your hand against your forehead and slumped your shoulders in relief at the steadily decreasing temperature. You felt marginally better, certainly, but there was still work to be done. 

You began the tedious process of cleaning your arm up and slathering a poison-specialized salve over the gash to ensure that it wouldn’t still be in your system. You craved nothing more than to just lay in the comfort of your bed, to sleep off the aches and pains—or attempt to, at least. But you couldn’t, not yet. You let out a sigh as you tightened a roll of bandages around your arm and fastened a knot directly over the wound once more. At least you felt cleaner—albeit marginally. 

From outside, you heard Bakugou make a low whining sound that pulled you out of your focus. You lifted your gaze to see him peering at you through your open door. He couldn’t fit his head through the entryway—it was too big—so he had to settle on watching you through one of his eyes, the pupils slitted to make way for gleaming crimson. Once he saw you were looking at him, he chuffed and glanced up and down your seated form. 

“Almost done, it’s okay,” you murmured—to reassure him or yourself, you would never know. You shuffled through some of the ointments on your table until you found a pale pink one. Uncapping the jar, you swiped your fingers through the paste and lifted your shirt slightly so you could spread it lightly across your back. It was a bit cool—room temperature, you knew—and you did your best to cover all the areas that twinged and panged whenever you moved in the wrong way. Bakugo rumbled again and shifted outside your little cottage. Antsy still, you assumed. 

It wasn’t until you were finished coating and tightly wrapping up your ankle that you finally breathed out a sigh in relief. You wiped your hands off on your shirt—you’d need to trash it anyways, with how it was ripped at the bottom—and tentatively stood up from your chair so you could test how much weight you could place on your ankle. It still ached, and your back protested when you straightened up, but they were both much more manageable than they were before. At least you could walk without limping too heavily. 

You made your way over to the open doorway, painstakingly slow, and stopped just before it, bracing one of your hands against the frame. Bakugo huffed out a bit of smoke and raised his head up and away so you could step outside slightly and look up at him. 

“I’ll be fine,” you told him when it became apparent he was waiting for you to say something. He snorted and lowered himself so he could inspect your arm. The hot puffs of air from his nose fanned out along your exposed skin and made a shiver run down your spine. He gently nudged your side until you lifted a hand to rest it on his nose. Your thumb smoothed over the scales there, as though you could make them gleam brighter than they already were. He let out a quiet sound—soft enough that it nearly blended in with the rustling leaves and chirping insects.

You glanced up at the sky—the deep navy that intertwined with the last bits of tangerine from the sun—then at Bakugo, who still looked way too large for your little garden space. “It’s getting late. I need to rest and you need to head back to your own clearing for the night.”

At that, Bakugo made a low rumble and pulled away so he could properly look down at you. He seemed to curl himself into a tighter ball—nestled himself more comfortably in front of your cottage. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You can’t stay here,” you said slowly, but even then he only let out a huff and curled his tail around himself like he was going to sleep there. “No, Bakugo, seriously, you’re too big for this clearing. There’s no way you’ll be comfortable for the night.” 

He didn’t agree with you, it seemed, for he bared his teeth at you in a move that you supposed was to be threatening—but it wasn’t anymore. Not to you. He growled, but you only crossed your arms over your chest and lifted your chin as you held eye contact with one of his slitted, gemstone-like eyes. 

Stubborn bastard, you thought sourly when his gaze didn’t waver after a few moments of silence. Believe it or not, it was actually rather difficult to uphold a glare with a dragon—who knew. But you couldn’t be mad at him for wanting to stay, not really. His intentions behind it made your gaze soften as you let out a halfhearted sigh. 

“Okay, fine,” you acquiesced, your shoulders slumping. “But we really can’t stay here.” He wouldn’t be comfortable and you didn’t want to risk him getting caught camping out in front of your cottage—it would be too much to deal with if you had to explain. You chewed on the inside of your lip as you weighed your options, then tiredly rubbed the bridge of your nose. “Hang on.”

Bakugo made a rumbling sound as you turned around to shuffle back into your home—curious, perhaps, as to what you were doing. You slipped into your bedroom and grabbed a spare blanket from the closet that you tossed onto your bed. Then you rummaged around for some clean clothes and headed over to your bathroom so you could clean up. You grimaced at your reflection in the small, dinky mirror you had—dirt was smeared across your face, scratches littered your skin, and your hair was a mess of bits of grass and leaves. You’d seen better days, that was for sure.

You were quick with doing your best to scrub away all the dirt and tending to some of the deeper scratches on your face and palms. The clean clothes you tugged on made you feel better—fresher—and you swiped away the hair from your face as you tossed your ruined clothes in a corner of your little bathroom to deal with later. You grabbed the blanket you’d dropped onto your bed and shuffled back to the entrance, casting your gaze around the small space of your cottage before you closed the door and hid the spare key back in its flower pot once more.

“Alright,” you said once you turned around to look at Bakugo. He eyed the blanket overflowing in your arms like a cascading waterfall, then puffed out a cloud of smoke. “Let’s go, then.” 

You’d been prepared to make the painstakingly slow journey to his clearing on your own—a process that likely would’ve gotten more difficult as the last vestiges of sunlight disappeared beyond the horizon—but it seemed like Bakugo had caught on to what you were doing. He snorted and lowered himself down to the soil-covered ground in front of you, tilting his body so you would have an easier time clambering atop his back. You gave him a smile and did as expected, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck with the blanket smushed underneath you.

His clearing wasn’t far from your cottage—it felt like you’d arrived within two or three flaps of his large wings. Bakugo landed smoothly on the ground and lowered himself so you could clumsily slide off of him. Your back gave a slight twinge, but at least it was much more manageable than it had been before. You patted his side as a thanks and picked your way over to the center of the clearing.

Seems comfy enough, you thought to yourself as you spread your blanket over the ground, patting down any particularly lumpy areas. Then you eased yourself onto it and let out a sigh as you crossed your hands behind your head and stared up at the inky sky. Splatters of white winked at you through the heavens, intermingled with specks of blood red and sunshine yellow. It was just light enough to be able to see, though the moon had yet to show its full face. You could sense the steadily cooling air as it settled across your skin. Maybe you should have brought another blanket.

You could feel, through the ground pressed against your back, the heavy steps Bakugo took as he circled around you. The vibrations made the hairs on your arms stand up—seemed to reverberate through your entire body. You craned your neck up and to the side to watch him settle around you in a crescent moon. He yawned widely, then nestled his head somewhere to your right atop his front legs. You lifted yourself up partially to look at him lying behind you—if you shimmied yourself back by a foot or so, you could rest your head on the smooth scales that made up his underbelly. 

So you did, awkwardly shuffling backwards until your upper body came into contact with the hearth-esque warmth that he radiated from his stomach. He chuffed gently as you made yourself comfortable, wrapping your blanket snugly around yourself like you were the filling in a flaky pastry. From the corner of your vision, you could see something dark curl closer towards you in a manner that made you tense up—his tail (not a snake, no, you breathed easily). 

You relaxed into him and stared up at the sky that was soon obscured by one of his large wings as it sloped over your head. “Happy now?” you murmured, quiet in the open clearing, but loud enough that he heard and made a soft rumble that you felt through his chest. You listened—for a moment—to the sounds of his gentle breathing, the rustling leaves, and the chirping insects, then closed your eyes.

And there—surrounded by the chilly night air, the cold grass that tickled at your skin—you felt warm.

There was a noticeable shift, in the following weeks, regarding the way Bakugo behaved around you. It was so stark—so different—from the way he’d previously been that it was impossible to not pick up on it.   

He started hovering over your cottage during the day—you noticed him through your little window more often than not. He sometimes landed upon the barren area of your garden while you were tending to things inside and peered a giant, crimson eye through the front door you left open for him. You let him so as he pleased for a day or two, but he couldn’t keep lingering around your home—you often had visitors, and you knew it would not bode well for you nor him if he stayed. You worried about the unspoken consequences. 

You told him just as much, but he was still unbearingly stubborn. However, he seemed to understand, albeit reluctantly, and toned down his visits… not by much, though.

In fact, he started flying around Yuuei more—looping around it in a massive circle whenever you were conveniently there for medicinal work or errands. You wondered how he knew when you were in the village, but figured it was easy enough for him to fly over your cottage and see if you were home or not. You did find that you still had a difficult time walking around properly—you were sore and had to use a spare cane in your closet for long treks. You supposed he was just keeping an eye on you, but well, you think you preferred him lingering around your cottage more so than this. It was startling—and a bit ominous to those who didn’t know him (that is, the entire village)—to see him flying so close. Especially since he hadn’t bothered to beforehand. He was not a bird in the sky, but rather he was close enough that you could see the way the tangerine and black markings on his scales absorbed the sunlight that gleamed off him like a shiny coin.

You had to admit, the shadow he cast upon the Earth—large enough to block out the sun and cover people in a darkness that felt just a bit too cold—was more than a bit terrifying. You were sure the villagers were uneased by his presence; you saw the looks on their faces, the way they would keep glancing up at the sky. Wonder and amazement had been replaced by anxiety and trepidation with a beat of his wings.

(“Is it scoping us out?” one villager whispered to another as they lingered under the awning of a shop—hoping the covering would conceal and protect them. “What does it want? My kids think it’s cool but they don’t understand the danger.”

“Mmmh, I don’t know,” the other replied, fidgeting with the bag they grasped in white-knuckled hands. “I hope it’s not… hungry…”) 

You grew antsy—nervous—at the whispers, but you knew if you told Bakugo to stop for the reasons you were thinking of, he would brush off your concerns. He was a dragon—he was strong enough to handle himself but… you knew he would not be unscathed if anyone particularly powerful came along. His still-healing wounds were evidence enough.

Something, however, that struck you a little odd was when you encountered Izuku whilst heading over to treat one of your patients in Yuuei. 

He’d been carrying what seemed like half of the village’s record collection when you—quite literally—ran into him. A waterfall of leather-bound books and scrolls tumbled to the paved ground. You stumbled back a bit, fumbling with your cane and bag of herbs and salves. Apologies spewed out of your mouth until you realized they were being mirrored by a rather familiar voice. Looking up, you were greeted with the sight of curly green hair and flushed, freckled cheeks. 

“I-I’m so sorry!” he stammered out, his hands hovering awkwardly over you as he glanced over your figure. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” 

“Izuku, I’m fine,” you told him with a small laugh as you straightened up and brushed away his hands. You hadn’t seen him in a while—he was awfully busy nowadays. With what, you weren’t privy to, but you supposed it wasn’t any of your business, not really. “Are you okay?” 

“I’m good— I ah”—he looked down at his feet and stooped down to start picking up his papers—“I should have been paying more attention to where I was going. Sorry—“ 

“It’s okay, really,” you soothed him again. He had a nasty habit of endlessly apologizing for things that weren’t even his fault. You bent down carefully so you could help him gather his things. One of the scrolls you grabbed had a golden seal that looked rather familiar. But before you could observe it more carefully, Izuku had grabbed it from your hands to stuff into his arms once more. 

“So, what—” Izuku cleared his throat as you stacked some books together. They looked handmade, now that you were close enough to see, and a bit worn from use. “What… happened?” 

“Hm?” You raised an eyebrow at him, then saw he was pointedly looking at the bandages around your ankle that poked out from the bottom of your pants. “Oh! I fell. Got my foot stuck around a tree root, sprained it pretty badly.” There was no way you were going to tell him you got injured while running away from a fucking basilisk. It would bring up the question of how you had escaped and, well… You still didn’t want to expose the odd friendship you had with a dragon. Not even to Izuku—and certainly not in public like this. 

“Ouch.” He grimaced and steadily rose to his feet once he’d picked up his belongings—the ones you didn’t grab, anyways. You used your cane to support most of your weight as you gingerly followed him up and meticulously stacked the books in your own hands onto his arms. “Thanks. Hopefully you feel better soon! I imagine being a healer yourself has its benefits.” 

You chuckled and adjusted your bag over your shoulder—it was a spare. “Yeah it does. I’m at least able to alleviate some of the pain with the salves I have. But anyways, where are you off to with all of that? I could hardly see your face poking over all those scrolls.” 

Izuku brightened, as though he was glad you were curious enough to ask. “Ah, turns out Yuuei’s got an amazing historical archive! Did you know All Might used to live here?” 

“Really?” You knew there was a tribute statue to him at the center of the village, but you didn’t really know much else about the swordsman other than that. He’d been a significantly powerful magic wielder, you think. Pretty unheard of for humans, though his time had been quite a while ago, so you weren’t all too sure. You didn’t care enough to do research.

“Yeah! There’s not really a lot of information about him here, though. I found a singular scroll and a few—“ 

Izuku abruptly cut himself off when a dark shadow passed over both your heads, momentarily dousing you in a coolness that was honestly a bit of a reprieve from the midday sun. You looked up to see Bakugo making his usual rounds about the village. His wings leisurely beat up and down, a sound that seemed so pronounced amongst the quiet bustle of the villagers that surrounded you. If you squinted up at him, you could see his giant, crimson eye surveilling the ground beneath him—it didn’t seem like he had spotted you yet. A small smile pricked at your lips. 

Izuku hummed and called your name, prompting you to look back at him. There was a rather contemplative look on his face, to your slight intrigue. Very ruminative. He was quiet for a moment more, then opened his mouth to speak. “You’ve lived here for a while, right? Have you… ever seen dragons around here before?” His voice was low and sounded… distant. Like he wasn’t exactly with you at the present day. 

You shook your head. “Not really. Why’re you asking?” 

Izuku stayed silent—to the point where you considered leaving him and seeing if he would notice—then seemed to snap out of his thoughts. He blinked a few times, then looked back at you with wide eyes. “Sorry! Gotta go! Can’t keep the missus waiting!” 

You were bemused, but waved him off all the same. He scurried away from you, occasionally glancing up at the sky as he left. Izuku certainly was… quirky, that was for sure. You sighed and looked back up at Bakugo to see him circling around Yuuei once more, a bright, crimson eye trained on your significantly smaller figure. You huffed lightly through your nose and set off to your intended destination. You brushed off Izuku’s strange behavior easily enough. Besides, you had more pressing matters to deal with…

Bakugo was worried, you knew he was. What had happened at the plateau was something you tried not to ruminate upon too heavily, but well, it was hard when your back still ached and your ankle still twinged. If you closed your eyes for too long, you could picture the grey scales of the terra basilisk, hear the slithering sounds it made as it chased you. But you didn’t let it affect you—tried not to. You pressed on and drowned yourself with work—with healing the rest of Bakugo’s wounds and tending to your duties as village healer. It worked, most of the time. You didn’t dare linger—didn’t dare let yourself be on your own in the silence for more than a few moments. 

And maybe Bakugo could see right through you—maybe he could tell you were avoiding addressing things. Maybe that was why he didn’t really leave you alone. 

Now that he knew you were fine with sleeping in his clearing with him, he often wanted you to go there when evening fell. You didn’t mind, not particularly, though you definitely couldn’t go there every single night—you had things to do back at your own cottage. You sometimes got visitors for illnesses that onsetted or exacerbated overnight, so it was always best for you to be at home and ready. You entertained him when you could and drank a special tea you purchased at the market to help you have a dreamless sleep. But it could only work for so long, you knew. It was a problem for the future.

You did, eventually, have to face part of your fears. Bakugo took you back to the plateau a week or so later to retrieve your bag. It was inevitable and you were aware that he had been patiently waiting for you to approach him the entire time. You were reluctant and dragged your feet for quite a while, but eventually you steeled your resolve. You would be fine, you told yourself. You would be fine.

And you were… for the most part. 

The moment your feet came into contact with the grass of the plateau, you felt unsteady. Disconnected. You knew the basilisk had been taken care of and yet, you still felt stifled. Like there was a pillow pressing into your lungs, filling your throat and mouth with cotton. You took a deep breath and picked your way over to your bag, avoiding the overturned patches of grass and dirt. Bakugo trailed behind you like a large, deadly shadow. His head hovered just over your shoulder—so that you could feel the warm puffs of air from his nostrils. It was grounding. 

You wasted no time in snatching up your bag and checking to see that it contained a decent amount of Zenith flowers—there was no need for the entire experience to be a waste. It would make you feel even shittier than you currently did. After stuffing a few more Zeniths into your bag, you clambered back atop Bakugo and let him take you home. That was enough adrenaline to last you a lifetime. You definitely wouldn’t be returning anytime soon… 

He made you stay with him that night again, curling around you as you rested on the ground and stared up at the inky sky. You spent some time pointing out some of the constellations you knew of to him, the cool air hardly noticeable from your position surrounded by the warmth he naturally radiated. You lost yourself in telling him stories that you scrounged up from the deepest depths of your brain, hoping that they would serve you well in distracting your mind from the darker path it wanted to veer towards. 

“—so when Vivithia gave her life to guide those crossing the border to safety, the Gods took the dust from her remains and scattered them across the sky,” you told Bakugo quietly, not daring to break the tranquility of the clearing, “forming the stars we see today. At least, according to legend. It is ultimately a tale of sacrifice—and love, if you think about how her lover was able to survive due to her actions.” 

Bakugo snorted out a puff of dark smoke that you watched dissipate towards the sky, spreading amongst the stars. “There are different versions of the story that I’ve heard, but they all end the same way.” You craned your head back so you could peer at him curiously. “I don’t suppose you have legends like that, do you?” 

He rumbled idly in a way that made you wonder if he was tired. The moonlight gleamed off his scales in a way that made them look opaque—pearly, almost. His eyes, half-lidded from where his head rested on his front legs, were like a pair of smoldering coal, ready to be put out for the night. You returned your gaze to the glistening sky. “Yeah, you probably can’t tell me anyw—” Something caught your eye. 

It was stark against the twinkling whites and deep navy of the night sky—a burnt golden speck that kept getting larger and larger. Bakugo made a noise and shifted when you didn’t say anything else, curious. You tilted your head and sat up, squinting at the speck until it got close enough that you could reach a hand out to touch it. 

“Oh!” you said in pleasant surprise when you felt something graze your fingers. You pulled your hand back closer to your face to inspect the little insect that sat on it. “A lightning bug!” 

The bug was a small thing that radiated light from underneath its fuzzy body. Two large eyes peered at you, its antenna twitching slightly as it crawled along the back of your fingers and hand. It kind of tickled. 

Bakugo huffed in a manner that caused you to look up towards him. It seemed like a small swarm had ventured into the clearing: there were more lightning bugs flying around his head—little specks that brought along some warmth to the coolness of the surrounding forest. Some of the bugs had settled atop his nose and were crawling up along it. You grinned; he didn’t look all too amused. 

“Careful,” you warned him when his lips parted to bare sharp teeth at the insects that scattered around him. “They’re called lightning bugs for a—” One of the bugs grew brighter and brighter until a small bolt fired from it, hitting Bakugo’s nose with a small zap! He jerked his head back—almost in offense—and puffed out a cloud of dark smoke. You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing. “…reason.” 

You smiled and looked around at the dots of warm, honey-colored light that floated around the area. You lay back down on the ground with a sigh. “It’s nice being able to come out in the forest and encounter different kinds of magical fauna, you know?” Your eyes followed a lightning bug as it bumbled across your field of vision. “It’s different from the capital,” you murmured, then frowned, “though actually I… haven’t really seen many fairies around recently. They usually like to cause mischief. I wonder…” 

Bakugo snorted in response and you looked at him to see him resting his head back on the ground. He yawned widely—content with ignoring the lightning bugs for now. It was getting pretty late. You wrapped your blanket around your body and slid closer to his warmth. You spent a moment just watching the flickering golden lights before your vision was obscured by a large, ombré wing. Well, that was a sign as any. You decided not to dwell on things for now. 

“Yeah, time to sleep”—you yawned back at him and closed your eyes—“Good night, Bakugo.” 

A few weeks later, you were out in the village running your usual errands when you noticed something… strange. 

You would like to say that some of the tension at having Bakugo constantly circling around the village had dissipated by now. Or, at least, you didn’t see as many people nervously glancing up at the sky anymore. It seemed they had just needed to see that he wasn’t much of a threat and in fact didn’t really… do anything to anyone. You supposed time had a hand with easing nerves, but you were sure they were still present—just not as prevalent. 

That being said, it came as a surprise to you when you saw people murmuring to each other in little groups—looking around them as though afraid they might be overheard. You were curious as to what they were conversing about—but well, they weren’t really looking up at the sky so you supposed it wasn’t in relation to Bakugo. He had eased up his circling around the village by now—seeing that you were doing quite better. Your back only twinged when you did sharp motions and you were walking around with just a slight limp—barely noticeable, really, unless someone was looking for it. Though, you were sure Bakugo would be flying around you if he could—you saw him circling around Mount Kamino earlier, perhaps for a change in scenery.

You finally understood what the whispers were about when you passed by the Blacksmith’s shop. 

He was there talking to Aizawa—a tired man with a nasty case of dry eye whom you visited on occasion to supply with special eye drops. It was hard not to notice him, with how heavy-built he was. He loomed significantly over Aizawa, who exchanged curt words with him whilst bathed in his shadow. He looked prepared for a fight, decked out in thick clothing with just as thick silver armor covering every part of his body. A large sword—the blade wider than your head and thrice as long as your own arm—lay sheathed across his back. It made a shiver run down your spine. 

When you walked past them, you were able to see a bracelet strapped to the man’s right wrist. It was made of leather, and sitting atop it was a large jewel. Mellow tangerine in color and very… vibrant. There was something… odd about it. Something that made you feel like a hand had grabbed your insides and twisted them about. But you couldn’t exactly put your finger on it. 

A chanced glance up at the man’s face allowed you to see the pinched glare settled across his features—the scar that marred the left side of it. You averted your gaze before he could notice your staring and scurried down the stone path to a familiar pub. 

The moment you entered through the doors, Denki looked up from where he was cleaning the bartop and dropped the rag in his hands. 

“Did you hear the news!?” he instantly shouted at you, then quieted down significantly at the looks he got from some of his customers lounging around in the booths. 

“Hear it? More like I saw it,” you whispered as you slid onto a stool in front of the bar. You leaned in closer towards him. “What the hell is King Enji doing here?” 

“I have no idea,” Denki whispered back, his golden eyes peering widely into your own, “but Hanta told me he’s staying at his inn, so he’s definitely planning to be here for a bit.” 

“When did he get here, do you know?” You didn’t remember seeing him when you were in the village a few days ago. 

“Earlier today, I think.” He shrugged his shoulders. “That’s when I started hearing people talking about it, anyway. Is it true he looks like he’s about to go to war?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. I just saw him talking to Aizawa about something.” 

Denki snorted. “Aizawa’s not gonna tell him shit, he hates any and all royal families.” 

You let out a pfft. You didn’t blame him, honestly. From what you’ve seen of the royal family of the capital—King Enji’s, in fact—they were… not quite regarded in a good light. “Do we even know what he wants?” 

“No idea,” Denki replied worriedly. He picked back up the rag and started cleaning at a stain—perhaps for something to do with his hands. “But it can’t be anything good.” 

You hummed your agreement, then fell quiet as you ruminated. It was quite odd to see someone like King Enji this far from the capital. He didn’t seem like the type to make such a voyage recreationally; there had to be a reason. The way he was dressed only made that twisted feeling in your stomach more pronounced. You didn’t know how fast news spread across regions, but, well… You weren’t stupid. His appearance—his awfully weaponized appearance—said enough. 

You worried, more than you should—and you knew this worry was not unfounded. You glanced out of one of the windows of Denki’s pub and frowned at the hazy sight of Mount Kamino. Dread seemed to pool in your gut.

You left with a quick farewell to Denki and an excuse that you had more shopping to do. The trek back to your cottage was a bit of a long one, but it went by faster than usual as you hurried down stone paths and kept your eyes peeled for any more glimpses of King Enji. He had disappeared elsewhere—you didn’t know whether to feel relieved or anxious. 

You wondered if Bakugo would even be in his clearing, if he had even gotten back yet from his leisurely roaming, but you heard him even before you broke through the tree lining. He looked up as you walked towards him, your eyes automatically sweeping across his wounds to make sure they were fine (they were), then looked away to continue idly stretching out his back and wings. 

“Hey”—you cleared your throat—“I’m gonna preface this by saying I know you’re more than capable of handling yourself,” you started as you stopped in front of him. He tilted his head towards you with a chuff to let you know he was listening. You bit at your lower lip for a moment, then released it. “But I was in the village earlier and King Enji was there talking to peop—” 

His head snapped towards you so fast you wondered if he got whiplash. You cut yourself off abruptly at the snarl he released, your eyes widening as he reared his head back and exhaled a plume of dark smoke. You blinked at him in surprise and stepped back when his wings fanned out behind him, his spikes bristling angrily. “Whoa! What? Something wrong? You don’t like him?” You hadn’t seen him react this viciously to something in a… while. 

Bakugo hissed, his eyes shrinking into carmine slits. He gave his wings a few pointed flaps, then stomped his hind leg—the one that had a wound close to it. You stared at the tender scarring on his flank for a moment, your jaw dropping open. 

“Oh shit,” you whispered, “is that how you got those?” A rough growl was all the confirmation you needed. 

Your heart sank; there was only one reason why King Enji would be in Yuuei. It seemed like your worries had come to fruition. You rubbed at the bridge of your nose, suddenly tired. “He’s so power hungry that I’m somehow not surprised. He must’ve heard the news once you started flying around.” You had questions that could not be answered, but that was the least of your worries. Your main concern was what now? You took in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to deal with an irate dragon. 

“I don’t think,” you started slowly, “it would be a good idea for you to… be here, right now.” 

Bakugo didn’t seem to particularly like what you were saying. He looked taken aback for a split second—if you hadn’t been carefully watching him you wouldn’t have noticed—then bared his teeth at you in a snarl. He moved so that his head loomed over your significantly smaller form, slitted eyes daring you to say another word. You held your ground. “Look, I already said I know you can handle yourself, but I really think laying low or— or even going somewhere else might be the right thing to do here.” Bakugo snapped his jaw in disagreement. “Your injuries are mostly healed, but not fully, and I worry that anything… strenuous might tear them open again.” 

The growl he let out was nearly thunderous. He reared back on his hind legs, fanning out his wings to make himself appear larger. He gave them a singular, large flap—purposeful. Powerful. You raised an arm up to cover your face as it sent pieces of grass and dust swirling about in the air. He huffed out a plume of smoke that washed over your body and filled your nose with the smell of burnt caramel. When he landed back on his raised legs, you felt the impact shake through the ground. You frowned. 

“I know you’re strong,” you told him again gently, “but it’s okay to run sometimes, y’know? It’s not worth dealing with him—“ 

His snarl bordered on a tumultuous roar, his tail lashing out behind him with a fervor that made you only a bit uneasy. He was getting really angry—was what you were saying that unreasonable? Or was there something else at play here? You didn’t know, you didn’t know.

“What’s wrong?” you asked him again, worry tinting your voice. He made a deep rumbling sound from his chest, his body tensing. “Why are you acting—”

He didn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence. With two large motions of his wings he’d taken to the skies, the generated wind whipping your clothes and hair around like you’d been caught out in a deadly storm. 

“Bakugo!” you called out helplessly, your voice getting lost in the repetitive flapping of his wings as he flew further and further away—towards Mount Kamino. There was a moment where all you could hear was the rustling of the trees around you, the occasional chirp from the wildlife that frolicked within the leaves. Your shoulders slumped and you ran a weary hand down your face. 

There was something wrong and you had no idea what.

You made the slow trek back to your cottage, heavily contemplating Bakugo’s reactions and what they may mean. You didn’t have a single clue, unfortunately, and his clear anger left you in a funk. You couldn’t really concentrate on anything. You kept an eye on your windows and often went outside to look up at the blue sky for a hint of gold, but Bakugo kept to himself. You spotted him flying around Mount Kamino on occasion—disappearing beyond it at times—so you knew he hadn’t left, but it still bothered you. Surely he wasn’t pissed at you for showing concern, right? You couldn’t be entirely certain. Everything just seemed to spiral out of your control.

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day and your restlessness carried into the night as you lay by yourself on your little cottage bed. You supposed he just wanted time on his own, maybe to stew in his own frustrations and whatever the cause for them may be. You understood, you did, but still… 

Stupid dragon, you thought to yourself as you rolled over and buried yourself in your blankets. 

The following day, you went about your usual routine with as minimal distractions as possible. You kept an eye out for King Enji while you were walking around in Yuuei and spotted him talking to a few more villagers here and there. You were caught between feeling relieved and nervous, though you didn’t let yourself linger around him for more than a few moments. 

It wasn’t until evening was about to fall that you heard familiar flapping just outside your cottage before the ground shook nearly imperceptibly. Your heart seemed to jump up to your throat as you paused from cleaning up some dishes. Was he—? You looked over at your windows and wiped your hands on your clothes before you speed walked over to your front door to open it with surprising vigor. 

“Finally back, huh?” you murmured with a raised eyebrow, trying not to show exactly how relieved you were that he had specifically approached you first. Bakugo rumbled as he curled himself in front of your cottage, his head lowering slightly so he could look at you properly. You reached out to rest one of your hands against his nose and smoothed over the scales there with your thumb. “Calmed down?” Being on his own must have worked wonders if he was no longer as angry as he had been yesterday. 

He snorted out a light cloud of smoke into your face and gently nudged at you with his head—his own little way of apologizing. You exhaled through your nose. “You’re really a piece of work to deal with, you know that?” He snorted again as though to say I know, then drew his head away and gave you a steady look. You tilted your head in curiosity. “Something wrong?” 

There was a moment where all he did was stare at you—a prolonged gaze that made you feel like you could be sucked into the deep carmine of his eyes. It was strange; like you were being analyzed or assessed—stripped down to your very soul. Then, he made a click from his chest and lifted his head higher. Your gaze was drawn to the base of his neck—watching as it glowed angel-white in that familiar way when he had roasted the food you’d brought him. Except, it just kept growing brighter and brighter and brighter—to the point where you had to shield your eyes with your arm, a confused “what?” escaping your lips. And as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Your eyebrows were furrowed when you lowered your arm. Then they shot up in surprise. 

There, gripped in the claws of one of his front legs, was a gem. 

It was a deep, iridescent crimson that matched the color of his eyes—a glimmering pool of blood that radiated a heat like no other. There was something electrifying about it, something that made the soft hair on your arms stand up straight. It seemed to pulse with power; gleamed brightly even in the steadily darkening environment. The gem was about the size of your head, maybe smaller, but it was gripped easily in Bakugo’s claws like he was holding a ripe apple. You were dumbstruck staring at the gem—it was like you couldn’t pull your gaze away from it. Like it was sucking you into its core, demanding that all your attention stayed on it. You swallowed thickly. You understood, at that moment, why dragons were so powerful—why they were hunted. 

“That’s… You’re…” you trailed off as you stared—mesmerizingly—at his gem. You had to steel your resolve and tear your gaze away from it to look up at Bakugo. He nudged your arm with the claws holding onto his gem, purposely. You blinked, wide-eyed. “You’re… giving it to me?” Suddenly, your mouth felt like it was coated in cotton. Your heart seemed to still in your chest. 

He was waiting, patiently, for you to do something. Your movements felt stiff as you looked at the gem, then back at him. Once, twice. And you found the strength somewhere within you to reach out and grasp the gem in clammy hands. It was heavy—like a sack of flour—but you held on tight and brought it close to your chest. It seemed to hum in your palms; made you feel like you were standing next to a large bonfire. Confusion plagued your thoughts—sent them racing around your head. 

“But— but why…” You tore your gaze away from the gem once more to look back at Bakugo. He was watching you carefully, a gleam to his rounded eyes that you couldn’t quite make out. “Why are you…” It was then that you noticed he had shifted: his wings had moved to fan out behind him, his legs were tensed like he was a breath away from jumping into the air. Something seemed to click in place and you went still. “Wait— you’re leaving?” 

He rumbled a noise that only made your heart sink. This, you feared, would not be like the previous day where he’d simply needed time to himself. No, this was something more. Something that you worried would not leave him unscathed—that was perhaps inevitable. And maybe it was something in your expression, your stance, but he lowered himself back down until his head pressed against your front. You cradled the gem in one hand—near your heart—and used the other to hold his head closer. 

“You’ll be back, right?” you asked in a quiet voice. Bakugo nudged you gently with his head and puffed a cloud of smoke at the gem in your hand—a reassurance, a promise. You didn’t know why you were so… affected by everything. Why your chest ached like it was full of water. Deep down you always knew he would eventually have to leave—but you didn’t think it would be this soon. That King Enji’s presence would be the catalyst of it all. You loathed him for it like you loathed him for all the bastardly deeds he had no doubtfully done as king. You thought you had more time. 

And—not for the first time—you wondered why. Why was he doing this, why was it important that he did? Why, why, why. You didn’t have any answers and it didn’t seem like you would be getting them anytime soon—if not ever. It all just… seemed so much bigger than you. Like it had always been from the moment you’d encountered Bakugo in that dark, dark cave. He was a dragon and you were, well… you. 

But you knew what you had to do. 

You would protect Bakugo’s gem—keep it safe for him to avoid having it fall into the wrong hands during… whatever was about to happen. This, you could do with utmost certainty. 

You let out a shaky breath, then stood on the tips of your toes so you could press a kiss to Bakugo’s forehead. It was like kissing a stone smoothed down from the elements, a warm mug filled with hot tea. It was the last thing you could give him, for now. You don’t think he had expected it, for he made the smallest of sounds, then seemed to press further into your touch. 

“Stay safe, okay?” you whispered to him once you’d pulled away. He leaned back so you could stare into his eyes. “I never got to fully finish healing you, after all. You should be fine but, well, I don’t wanna have to patch you up again.” You kept your voice light to let him know you were teasing him. 

Bakugo snorted and with one final, long look at you, he spread his ombré wings and took off. You watched, squinting against the wind he generated, as he rose into the sky in the direction of Yuuei. He disappeared beyond your line of sight once he passed over the trees—but you still heard the loud roar he let out. Felt it reverberate in your bones; a declaration of war. You gripped onto the gem more tightly than before and stood there watching the darkening sky as it transitioned from burnt mandarin to royal purple. It was a moment before Bakugo passed back overhead—a dark shadow against the twinkling whites of the galaxy—this time in the direction of Mount Kamino. 

You closed your eyes and let out a sigh that only the stars could hear. Then you turned around and headed back inside your little cottage, closing the front door behind you with a small click. 

part four

#crying rn #this should not have affected me this much #dragon bakugou

[neighborhoodsimp]

Roommate!Bakugo Katsuki x Fem!Reader x Roommate!Kirishima Eijiro

This will be head-cannons that will be used in my upcoming book - name still undecided

Hopefully this will tide you guys over until I publish the first chapter - if you guys have any name suggestions I’ll gladly take them

Part one

WARNINGS ⚠️: cunnilingus, sex, biting

Roommate!Bakugo who’s first kiss with you happens when you snap and yell at him

Roommate!Kirishima who impulsively adopted a kitten with you and managed to hide it from Roommate!Bakugou for two whole months

Roommate!Kirishima who picks up you favorite snacks or drinks or whatever you’re craving every time he’s on his way home - and never asks you to pay him back

Roommate!Bakugo who LOVES when you scratch his scalp or the back of his neck - will fall asleep within minutes

Roommate!Bakugo who will completely deny the hc above but will randomly grab your hand and place it on his head and glare at you if you laugh

Roommate!Bakugo who you force into an annual movie nights just the two of you- which he complains about so much. But when you miss one night because of work you suddenly get the silent treatment

Roommate!Kirishima who insists on massaging your legs after seeing how much you move at work and school- after all your not used to it like he is

Roommate!Kirishima who loves when you rest your head on his shoulders, insists you do when your tired

Roommate!Kirishima who will tell you he loves your cooking no matter what- will eat charcoal with a strained smile and tell you he’s never had better

Roommate!Bakugo who straight up will tell you that your cooking is shit but will go silent and avoid eye-contact when it tastes good

Roommate!Kirishima who asks to hang out with you after a bad mission, people got hurt and he just wants to hold you and feel like he didn’t fail.

Roommate!Bakugo who goes dead silent after a bad mission. Who pulls you to YOUR bed and forces you down so he can lay on your chest. He just needs to be surrounded completely by you.

Roommate!Kirishima who loves when you wear red, the first time you guys went farther than kissing you were wearing a red bra- complete coincidence but he almost when feral

Roommate!Kirishima who loves to use his teeth on you. To hear your breath become unstable as he treathens to bite down- and when he does he throbs at the sound you make

Roommate!Kirishima who will always put your needs before his own - physically, emotionally, and sexually

Roommate!Kirishima who loves eating you out. Who teased your clit with his teeth - and makes sure to make you cum this way at least once before anything happens between you

Roommate!Bakugo who eats you out when he’s frustrated at something, when the cops take his villain or when he’s told he’s not allowed to do something - will hold your thighs around his head no matter how much you cry from the overstimulation

Roommate!Bakugo who bullies your cervix over and over until your crying from how good it feels because your so sensitive but it’s okay because he’s taking care of you

Roommate!Bakugo who praises you (yes I believe he praises and doesn’t degrade) - urges you to cum for him just one more time, come-on you can give me one more, can’t you pretty girl?

Roommate!Bakugo who kisses you so gently as if he didn’t just rearrange your guts

Roommate!Bakugo who just blinks at you both when you and Kirishima just to justify the cat because

Roommate!Kirishima & Roommate!Bakugo who rush home when they hear over the police radios that their home is the one that was broken into, because your supposed to be home

Roommate!Bakugo who gets there first only to find ProHero!Chargebolt with a wide smile as he figured out where they live and with a pretty girl nonetheless

Roommate!Kirishima who swears up and down that Roommate!Bakugo made him promise not to the anybody where they lived- or that you lived there too

Roommate!Bakugo who immediately checks if your okay because your bloody and ignores the way ProHero!Chargebolt is wondering why Roommate!Bakugo is on his knees in front of you, wiping blood of your lips with a delicate care he hasn’t seen the male show before

Roommate!Bakugo who finally takes a step back from you and immediately punches the already handcuffed perp and breaks his nose

Roommate!Kirishima who comes in as their leaving and busts the guy’s head open without a second thought

Roommate!Kirishima who forced Friend!Kaminari Denki to leave after hours of questioning you

Roommate!Kirishima & Roommate!Bakugo who sleep on your floor that night because they know your nervous still

Roommate!Kirishima who plays Uno with you - you have to teach him

Roommate!Kirishima who has no idea how you win 13 times in a row - he knows the rules he had good cards why does he keep loosing

Roommate!Bakugo who sits behind Roommate!Kirishima every game and texts/mouths to you what his cards are

Roommate!Bakugo who’s banker in monopoly and accidentally gives you too much money every damn time

Friend!Kaminari who whines about how your so rich and Roommate!Kirishima who thinks he has the worst luck in the world

Wait till you teach the game of life

LMAO

Hopefully y’all will accept this as a peace offering until I can post the first chapter

I’ll also be posting a masterlist for this fanfic

#on my knees for this #kirishima is best boy #denki being annoying as always #roommate bakugou is perfect

[neighborhoodsimp]

Insecure Kirishima has my whole heart y’all:(((

It’s been plaguing me for 2 weeks now so I’m gonna headcanon dump here👍

Kiri who gets insecure about his tummy sometimes and wears loose clothing when he does.

Kiri who feels bad when he gets paired up with you for water rescue because he knows he won’t be any help.

Is down for the rest of the day.

Kiri who tries to avoid putting his weight on you when cuddling.

Kiri who does countless ab workouts but he still can’t manage to get rid of his tum.

Kiri who looses his cheerful character when he notices his abs are becoming less defined.

Kiri who can’t help but cry into your arms when someone makes a comment about his body.

You hold him tightly, whispering praises into his hair as he grips onto your hoodie.

Kirishima who’s mind doesn’t let him believe what you’re saying is true. That doesn’t stop you, though.

You make sure he knows how much you love him and his body. He’s built like a practical god, biceps the size of your thighs, leg muscles that look like they belong to a bull, soft pecs the size of your face, and a heart so pure and full of love. Who cares if he has some chub?

It’s cute and you think it suits him perfectly, you tell him. He hugs you closer to his chest and cries that he loves you so much.

After you found out how deep rooted his insecurities were, you decided to take extensive action.

Complimenting him on how good he looked every time he wore a tight fitting shirt or his hero costume. -he always blushes every time you do and feels like a million bucks afterwards.

Kissing him stupid every time he’s shirtless.

Making sure to worship his whole body during sex. Kissing down his chest and to his abdomen, lower to his chubby waist and to his gorgeous thighs. You worship him like a god and you don’t regret it. You’ll make damn sure he knows how pretty he is if it’s the last thing you do.

And of course, always nuzzling your face in his stomach and chest and letting him know how much you love his tummy.

After about two weeks of this practice Kirishima is on fire. No longer insecure about his chub- as a matter of fact he’s actually beginning to be proud of it because of how much you love it. He now wears whatever he wants and feels good in it and no longer worries about how many calories a certain food has.

He thinks he fell in love with you twice as hard after that, and he’ll forever be grateful for how much you’ve helped him.

Insecure Kirishima always breaks my heart because he’s just so perfect *sigh*

#Kiri #kirishima x gender neutral reader #kirishima ejiro x reader #kirishima #kirishima ejirou #mha ejirou #mha kirishima #insecure #insecure kirishima #kirishima x reader #ejirou x reader #kirishima fluff #I love Kirishima #kirishima ejiro #i love him so much please #i love him #i live for that shit

[neighborhoodsimp]

Bakugou with an s/o who’s a surgeon<3

Maybe like a neurosurgeon or cardiovascular surgeon? And at this point your schedule is busier than his which is saying a lot considering he’s the top 2 pro hero.

You come home after a 18 hour surgery, absolutely beat, barely having enough energy to toe your shoes off and hang up your bag, Bakugou can tell your about to collapse at a moments notice, so he’s quick to sweep you up in his arms and carry you up to the bedroom, whispering a “Welcome home my little hero,” into your hair before he sets you on the bed. And despite being so tired you smile up at him with that sleepy look he’s grown to adore so much. He helps get your casual clothes off, quick to slide one of his oversized t-shirts over your head and kiss your cheek.

“You eat already?” He asks you, dead serious as he looks you dead in the eye. You can’t lie to him when he’s giving you that look. You shake your head and Bakugou has half the mind to scold you, but when you yawn so cutely and rub your eyes he just can’t bring himself to be mad at you.

His little hero. Saving lives left and right.

So he saves the scolding for tomorrow, going down to reheat some pasta he made a day before. He has to force you to sit up and open your mouth so he can spoon feed you. And without fail, you smile brightly at how good the food tastes. And when your done he places the bowl on the bedside table, picking you up once again to go brush your teeth. There’s been a time when he’s brushed your teeth for you and he’s never regretted it. When you’re finally ready to tuck in for the night, Bakugou makes sure your tucked in nice and cozy with your face in his chest and his arm around your waist.

He kisses your forehead before wishing you a good night and a “Dream of me.”

#I luv mha #bakugou katsuki #Katsuki Bakugou #mha #bnha #katsuki imagine #bakugou imagine #boom boom boy #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #katsuki bakugo imagine #you x bakugou

[neighborhoodsimp]

Listen- just listen to me for a second- just imagine you're like this bigshot pro-hero, like either the 1st or 2nd pro-hero in the U.S. And you move over to Japan because you have multiple missions and fanservice events over there and that's when you meet Bakugou. Like either at a hero gala or a conference meeting or smth like that. And this guy falls fast and hard, you're obviously strong, being able to rise up the hero polls in one of the most crime-filled countries in the world- you had to be the best. And your funny, you have this aura around you that just makes it so easy to talk to you even if your Japanese isn't the best. And obviously, you're a gem, g-o-r-g-e-o-u-s to Bakugou to the point where he can't keep his cool around you. You look hot asf in your hero get-up but even hotter in formal and casual wear.

Or- or you first meet him in like a grocery store, it's like two in the morning and Bakugou's going for a late snack run in his pj's, loose plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt. You're both standing in the ice cream isle trying to choose what flavor you want, and you both grab for the same ice cream tub. You mutter out an apology in your broken Japanese with a very obvious American accent, before grabbing the next tub beside it. Bakugou glares at you while stuffing the cherry-chocolate ice cream in his basket. "Who the hell are you?" having left his lips, something in the back of his mind says you look familiar, a little too familiar- you blink dumbly at him, trying to decipher what he just said before finally realizing. You give him a small smile, immediately recognizing the number 2 pro-hero of Japan, "Don't worry about it," you decide to say before retreating out of the aisle and to the cereal aisle, failing to hear the "I'm not worried, fucking tourist!"

The next time he sees you it's at the Hero Gala, commonly hosted in Japan due to its absolutely massive convention center. You're dressed for the event, your hair styled perfectly and your makeup illuminating your features. The paparazzi ate it all up, only stopping when All Might walked out onto the red carpet with his successor, Deku. But even then, you held the door open for the both of them, making fun conversation with them. You had trained under All Might once upon a time when he was still in the U.S. You were young at that time, maybe fourteen, fifteen, but you were already one of the best. And so, you had a nice time catching up with All Might and meeting his protege; Izuku Midoriya who was equally as kind-hearted as All Might himself. And that's when you saw him again. What was it? Dynamight? He was also dressed for the occasion, maroon suit and black slacks with his hair natural. He looked good, you will admit, but that didn't stop you from walking over to where the group was, Chargebolt, Cellophane, Red Riot and Dynamight all stood talking amongst themselves.

You introduced yourself unnecessarily, Chargebolt bouncing on his feet at the chance of meeting you, the No. 1 Pro-hero of the U.S, and at a young age as well, around the same age as the new Pros. Bakugou watched you from afar as you went around introducing yourself to the many heroes at the gala, but he still didn't recognize you. It was only until you started speaking English to Hawks that he recognized you to be the best of the U.S.A.'s hero team.

It didn't take long for Bakugou to snatch the opportunity to talk to you. Mustering up all the English he had learned back in UA to say hi to you. You obliged, smiling all the while you talked to him in English, telling him about your recent move to Japan and your plans for staying here, he learned that you moved into the notorious Hero-only neighborhood, the black and timber wood mansion just to the left of damn Deku's house, and across from Bakugou's residence. He found out he would be having frequent missions with you from now on, but he never learned when you would be going back to the U.S. And needless to say, after his first mission with you, he didn't want you to leave. At all.

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Might make this into a series but idk tbh.

#boom boom boy #writer's block #bnha bakugou #bnha fanfic #bakugou katsuki #dynamite comics #dynamight #bakugou x reader #bakugou x pro hero reader #mha #bnha #y/n #katsuki bakugo imagine

[neighborhoodsimp]

BNHA boys x quiet reader headcanons<3

Izuku Midoriya<3

At first Izuku was kind of cautious of you ngl. It’s just that you reminded him of Kacchan and Todoroki combined. You had a rbf too which made him a little scared of you. But one day when he’s paired up with you for a hero report he realizes he was completely wrong abt you. You were amused by him and how he froze up when you walked up to him. Stammering and stuttering to no end while you just stared at him with a slight smile. You invited him over to your dorm to work on the assignment and immediately hit it off together. Izuku was surprised to learn that you were actually really chill and nice. Blushing and stuttering when you smiled at him for the first time.

It was since that night that Izuku had a crush on you but we don’t talk abt that.

After that Izuku is glued to you, he can’t help it! You’re just so calming to be around and you always give the best input!

Izuku now has a massive crush and it’s starting to become a problem. He can’t help but get all flustered when you tower over him with that cocky smirk of yours. Or when you take off your hoodie and your tank top rides up a bit to reveal your abdomen. Or when you softly tug on one of his curls to get his attention.

Lil zuzu is too embarrassed to confess to you himself so you have to do it first. Im thinkin… on his balcony after a vent session with him. He’s wiping his chubby cheeks from his tears and you just blurt it out. He stared at you like you’ve just grown a pair of wings before he starts crying waterfalls, full on sobbing, and you just stand there wondering wtf ur supposed to do.

You hesitantly bring him into a hug asking him what’s wrong and he replies with “I-I’m just so happy.” Before sniffling again and burying his face in your neck.

After that you guys are a two pack deal, if you’re somewhere then rest assured Izuku is as well. The dynamic is honestly so perfect, with Izuku doing all the socializing and you just there beside him, giving the person that’s stealing Izuku’s attention away a glare.

Now listen well cuz I’ll only be saying this once. Izuku loves touching you. Period. He always needs to be physically connected with you at all times. Holding hands at all times when he can. Holding your blazer when you can’t. Hell, even at night Izuku needs to be touching you, Aizawa already gave up on making you two stay in separate dorms. If lil zuzu does not have his his face on your chest with his thick ass thighs around yours then he cannot sleep. I’m sorry but it’s true.

During the times that Izuku gets a lil… *ahem* horny *ahem* it’s a nightmare. Kissing you messily with teeth and tongue while he whimpers over you. Tugging and whining at every piece of clothing you have to take it the fuck off now. And he’s so loud omfg this guy cannot stay quiet if his life depended on it. Zuku gets overstimulated v easily so if ur into that then good for you cuz ur gonna a field day with this boy.

Katsuki Bakugou&lt;3

I’m going to be honest, I don’t even think Katsuki would notice you at first. Just because you always keep to yourself and are always quiet and don’t really have a lot of friends, and Katsuki is just. Katsuki. That is until like three months in when you went up to the teaching podium to hand Aizawa one of the assignments back. And Katsuki just stares at you, wide eyed and even wider when he sees you go back to your assigned seat right next to IcyHot. He stares at you for the rest of the class, wondering how in the hell he had never noticed you before. You were so pretty too, and you looked strong, up to Katsuki's standards at least so that was saying something.

Absolutely loved how you didn't even spare Sato a glance when he tried to make conversation with you.

Since that day begins to seek you out any time there are team or group assignments. Your friendship starts off slow, with just working on class work together and occasionally studying together. But then you become friends with Kirishima which leads to a lot more time spent with Katsuki. It doesn't take long for Kirishima to notice Katsuki's lil crush on you. It's so obvious! By how he never yells around you or calls you names, just the occasional "dummy" but there's no bite to it. Or how he cooks for you and scolds you for eating unhealthy stuff. Or how he's always willing to help you with classwork but when anyone else asks for it they get a death glare. Or how he hates it when you even so much as talk to someone other than him. Yeah, it wasn't that hard to figure it out.

One day Kirishima confronts him about it and Katsuki goes absolutely beet red, yelling at Kirishima that he needs to get his eyes checked. But Kirishima knows, and you know too. You weren't dumb, you could see how differently he treated you from the rest of your classmates. Personally, i think Bakugou would be too proud to admit his feelings for you first, so I think you'd have to do it for him. Or maybe Kirishima.

You and Kirishima would just be sitting in the common room and Kirishima would just go: "Y'know, I think Bakugou likes you," and you'd just be there with a bored expression, "I know." following shortly from you. Not knowing that Katsuki was listening to all of this from the kitchen. Katsuki listening intently while he feels like his face is on fire and his hands suddenly get sweaty asf while you and Kirishima continue to talk.

"What do you mean you know?"

"I'm not dumb Kiri, you'd have to be blind to not notice, all the girls in our class are already on my ass about it."

"Seriously??!"

"Yup, it's too bad that his pride is getting in the way though.."

"Yeah, I agree."

Safe to say Katsuki could not face you for a week after that.

But one day you go to his dorm to confront him about it, and he just explodes, saying he's liked you from the start and how dumb you were for not coming to him sooner. Meanwhile you just sit on his bed waiting for him to get everything off his chest. And when he's finally done you just look at him with that stupid bored look of yours and ask, "So does this make us like, partners or whatever?" Goes on another yelling rant about how dumb you are and yes idiot this does make us partners.

Yea it was really messy but that’s okay bcz now Katsuki is glued to like a fucking magnet. Hates going anywhere w out you and hates even more when dumb Deku tries to talk to you. But you always just brush anyone who tries to talk to you off, not wanting to waste your time when you could be with your stubborn Katsu. And Katsuki loves you for that. How whenever someone is talking to you, you’re always searching the crowd for him instead, and when you smile at him when you spot him, immediately forgetting about said person. Or how he always spots you in the stands silently cheering for him with little claps and big smiles. He appreciates it. All of it. All the attention you give him cuz let’s face it, Bakugou is an attention whore.

But when you don’t give him attention? Good god, all hell breaks loose. Pouting and sulking and ignoring you. But he’ll miss the attention in a matter of an hour, and he comes crawling back to you. Barging into your room and demanding cuddles and kisses.

And it’s so cute how he has little clues for everything he wants. If he wants a kiss he’ll tug on your sleeve and look up at you with that look. Or if he wants your attention he’ll flick the back of your neck. Or if he’s horny he plays with his lips while looking at you all sultry like. Or if he’s hungry he gets a little more agitated than normal. Regardless you somehow always know what he wants and you always give it to him, causing Katsuki to become extremely attached to you.

Like Izuku, cannot fall asleep without his cuddles and a goodnight kiss. And after you guys move in with each other eventually he needs kisses for every occasion. When he’s leaving, when he wakes up, when you help him with his skincare routine, after sex, everything. And he will not function without his kiss. It’s a little childish but you love it regardless.

Now Katsuki has habits here and there, back hugging you at the most inopportune times when you’re busy, and kissing you messily in public, and playing with your sweatpants drawstrings when he’s bored. All these little habits he’s picked up on has become your obsession and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shoto Todoroki<3

Now, this sweet, pure boy is absolutely clueless. But he's not... stupid, he's an observer, due to his childhood the trust issues are really bad and that just makes him the great observer he is. So, it's safe to say he has info on everyone in his class, including you. However, you intrigue him due to your quietness, since you don't talk a lot, he has no idea what you're like, and that to be honest, kind of irks him. The only thing he knows about you is that you constantly need to be fidgeting some way or another, shaking your leg, playing with your pencil, rolling up your hoodie sleeves, etc., but that's it. And he's itching to know more, so when Midoriya begins hanging around you more and inviting Todoroki to talk with you, he takes it on the spot without a second thought. And Midoriya being the sweet boy he is he sets up a hiking trip for you all to go on, now, Todoroki's never been hiking, you and Izuku have. So, when Shoto arrives with a black sweater and jeans and no backpack, no water bottle, no sunscreen, and his school shoes of all things. You and Izuku just stand there at the parking lot like 😐. And poor Sho doesn't know why you're staring at him like he's an idiot, but Izuku just laughs it off and asks you if you have any extra clothes in your car. And you do! So Shoto changes and comes out of the bathroom with a grey shirt that is a little tight on him and a pair of black sweatpants, and he looks cute, he honestly does considering there's a little dino print of the chest of the shirt. Izuku lends him a pair of tennis shoes and you give him some sunscreen. And after you're all ready, you two hit it off. Telling him stories of the different times you went hiking and when you almost fell off one of the boulders you had climbed on. And by god this boy was hanging off of every word you were saying, nodding and putting in a little input where he could. And honestly, Izuku felt like a third wheeler walking like 20 feet behind you guys while he watched Todoroki who was smiling way more than usual. But he was happy for his friend that he finally found someone to talk to.

Now that you both are officially together, class 1A loves you both. They, *cough* Mina *cough* say that the dynamic makes you both better, you both are a little more outgoing now and Todoroki is starting to learn that everything someone says isn’t always literal.

Sho’s skin is glowing now, courtesy of you. Every night you help him with his skincare routine, Shoto loves how gentle you are with him, and usually while your rubbing lotion or his scar cream on his face his eyes are closed and a small smile is on his lips. He’s in his moment. And don’t you dare not give him cuddles afterwards.

Like both Izuku and Katsuki, he refuses to sleep without his goodnight kiss. One time you were so tired you forgot to and for a whole two hours he was up worrying if he made you upset:(((( So in the middle of the night he gently wakes you up, his nose a bit pink, a telltale sign he was close to crying, and he asks you “Why didn’t you give me my kiss?..” With THE cutest and most innocent look on his face. You felt so bad afterwards, you make sure to make it up to him though.

Idk why, but I feel like Shoto 200% has a turtle, like one of those small turtles. Ima say he named it Chisana (small) and he moved it’s big ass tank to your room since Shoto spends like majority of his time there anyways. And needless to say you love Chisana just as much, he’s been emotional support for Sho for a long time so you appreciate him very much.

Anyways after you both graduate and become pros Shoto always worries about you. Hates it when you have to go on missions without him, and is always fussing about when you get the slightest bit hurt. Shoto could have a punctured lung, broken ribs and is internally bleeding and he’ll still be worrying over your paper cut. Poor boy hates it when you get hurt, always insists that you stay home and rest even if it’s the smallest of injuries.

One time you had gone against his word, sneaking out to go to your agency to do some errands, and boy was he mad. Ignored you for two days (and by your standards that is a lot because Shoto is so clingy) always pouting and huffing and grumbling about. He only lets on when you get on his lap and hold his face in your hands while you tell him you’re sorry and that you won’t do it again.

Sassily huffs and turns his head away from you before he considers his options.

Option 1: forgive you and be able to go back to normal, with cuddles and kisses and food sharing.

Option 2: don’t forgive you and stay this way.

He’s smart enough to pick the first option.

Idk why I feel like Shoto would be the kind of person to love leaving hickies and bite marks. Sometimes it’s not even sexual, you both will just be cuddling and he’ll just be sucking on your neck until is purple. He doesn’t know why he loves doing it he just does.

Now, Shoto has a lot of nightmares, sometimes waking up in a cold sweat or he won’t wake up and he’ll be whimpering and turning and thrashing in his sleep. During those times it’s your job to be there to comfort him. You’ll wake him up by pressing gentle kisses to his forehead, ushering him to get up, and his eyes will fly open, immediately watering when he sees you above him with a sad smile on your face. “You’re okay Sho, it’s okay,” will be whispered as he grabs onto you and holds you tight while he cries. He’s so grateful to have you all to himself, and he’ll show you that by sobbing about how much he loves you, and needless you do the same.

#izuku mydoria #midoriya fluff #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader #katsuki fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto todoroki fluff #shoto x reader #clingy izuku #clingy shoto #clingy bakugou #mha #bnha #bnha boys #the big three #bakugou headcanons #izuku headcanons #shoto torodoki #shoto todoroki headcanons #I luv mha

[neighborhoodsimp]

hi everyone. my grandpa is dying and we need to pay for his medical bills/hospice/potential funerary costs. here is a link to d0nate < 3 pls pls pls reblog to spread

[neighborhoodsimp]

cute lil izuku with a gf who has the personality of kacchan?

#zuku #clingy izuku #Izuku stuff

[neighborhoodsimp]

I’m sorry but becoming bffs with Bakugou’s dad would piss him off to no end💀

Like just imagine the first time Katsuki brings you to meet his parents, you and his dad instantly hit it off to the point where both Katsuki and Mitsuki are jealous. And from then on you and Massaru are best friends, always baking something new every time you come over, or helping him categorize the puzzle pieces of the puzzle he’s currently working on, or helping him with the garden. You always look forward to going to your in laws house bcz you know you’ll have a great time, and plus, it’s equally fun seeing Katsuki all pouty that you’re not paying attention to him.

It’s only when you randomly start going over to Mitsuki and Massaru’s house that it starts annoying Katsuki. At least three times a week he calls to let you know he’s on his way home and you’ll respond with “But I’m helping Massaru with a strawberry shortcake” or “but Katsuki me and Mitsuki are out shopping” or “I’m helping Massaru with designs can you come here Katsuki?” With that little tilt to your voice that Katsuki can’t bring himself to say no to you. As much as Katsuki loves that you and his parents have a good relationship it’s kind of annoying when he gets home from work and he just wants to spend some alone time with you and he can’t.

The last straw, however, is one night when Katsuki gets done with a mission and alas you are at his parents again and he’s pissed. Having yelled a couple insensitive words at you when you told him. Mainly due to the fact that he wasn’t able to catch said villain and he just wanted to go home, take a shower and sleep with you. But no, he has to go pick you up from his parents' house now. Katsuki gets to his parents' house in a matter of ten minutes, quick to leave the key in the ignition and stomp his way up to the door, he bangs on it instead of being a normal person and ringing the doorbell. He hears steps approaching and he can tell it's his mom, the door opens and Mitsuki stands in front of her son with a stern look on her face, arms crossed over her chest. "What exactly do you think you're doing yelling at y/n Katsuki?" She begins crossly, tapping her slipper clad foot against the frame of the door while she makes no move to let her son inside.

He grunts, knowing you probably told them what happened. “Tell her to come outside, I wanna go home.” He orders gruffly, crossing his own arms at the glare Mitsuki shoots him. She stared at him for a bit before saying, “If y/n calls me tomorrow to tell me you yelled at her again you’re in deep shit Katsuki.” She begins, zero hesitance in her words, “You do not yell at a woman, especially not your girlfriend, do you hear me?” He grunts in response, not even bothering to deny it.

She tuts, turning on her heel and heading toward the kitchen before abruptly stopping, “You better apologize to her Katsuki. You know how much she hates it when you yell at her.” She demands before vanishing from his sight.

……….

The drive back home was very awkward. The air stiff and uncomfortable as neither of you made a move to change it.

When you got home however, it was a completely different story. As you made a move to untie your sneaker shoelaces Katsuki stopped you. He crouched down, undoing both laces for you, “‘m sorry about yellin at you, I just…” he trails off, gently sliding your sneakers off of your feet and placing them at the door.

“The mission didn’t go well and I-, I just wanted to be with you, alone.” He explains before pressing a soft kiss to your left knee and looking up at you. You fight not to coo at him while he silently begs for forgiveness with his eyes, bottom lip slightly out. You smile at him, “Don’t worry Katsu, I forgive you, just next time tell me that instead of yelling please?” You offer up whilst softly rubbing the back of his neck. He nods, “Promise.” Leaving his lips as he stands to wrap and arm around your waist before leading you up to the bedroom.

After the times that Katsuki’s anger is accidentally let out on you, he is especially sensitive and caring for you. Tonight is no exception. He helps you strip your casual clothes into pajamas, one of his merch shirts and a pair of his boxers. He then helps you with your skincare routine, going downstairs to the laundry room to bring you a new face towel all the way to rubbing lotion of your back for you.

It’s in these moments that you realize that, no matter how many times Katsuki’s anger slips, he’ll always make it up to you. And you smile as you’re pulled into his sturdy chest once again as he proclaims his love for you in small whispers. Bakugou Katsuki loves you, and he’ll be damned if he lets you slip away.

#bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #boom boom boy #bakugou fluff #katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #y/n #soft katsuki #soft bakugo katsuki #soft bakugou #hopefully this is alright #bnha characters #bnha fluff #boyfriend bakugou #bakugou headcanons #random bakugou katsuki thoughts #bakugou katsuki drabbles #bakugou katsuki fluff #bakugou katsuki comfort

[neighborhoodsimp]

Argument

K. Bakugou x Sensitive Reader

(Reader is an artist, domestic stuff, a lil angst, a lil fluff and some cursing)

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You hummed the tune to your favorite song while washing the dishes, Katsuki was to be getting home soon. The sun was beginning to set, casting an ethereal glow in your house thanks to all the massive windows, creating a calm atmosphere as you set the table for dinner.

You smiled in satisfaction, everything looked perfect, perfect for the special occasion. Just yesterday the Hero Ranks were announced, and Katsuki had gone up six places since last year, he now sat at the No. 2 Pro-Hero rank. He was especially happy, though he barely showed it as you hugged him and told him how proud you were.

Before that, you had already been working on a gift for him, a massive sized oil and mixed media painting, just for him. The work now sat against the wall in front of the dining table, wrapped in a simple brown butcher paper wrapping. Under the wrapping was something that took you more than three months to complete, it was an illustration of Katsuki after one of his many iconic battles, one where he saved thousands from dying in the process. Needless to say you were beyond excited to show it to him.

For the occasion you decided to dress in something more… fancy. A thin, white satin dress hung from your shoulders, fitted to flatter your hips and waist as well as your chest. Thin lace also framed the cleavage and end of the dress, you paired it with some dainty jewelry. The first time you had tried the dress on in the Hermes changing room Katsuki couldn’t keep his hands off of you, so you hoped he still liked it as much.

You almost jumped hearing the door open, rushing to the entry to greet Katsuki, “Katsuki!” you exclaimed with a wide smile, that smile soon deflated though, as soon as he locked his eyes on you. He had the remnants of a scowl on his face, eyes dark and narrowed as he stared you down. “What’s wrong..?” you questioned as he closed the door behind him, toeing his shoes off before walking past you and to the kitchen. Your stomach burned, hesitance building in you, but regardless you walked behind him, cautiously watching as he got a water bottle out, “Long day?” you asked, hopeful to turn this not-so-perfect evening around. He grunted as his way of replying yes as he gulped down the water. “W-well, uh- dinner’s ready, we can eat together if you want,” you suggested while toying with the pendant of your necklace, he gave you a piercing glance, one that made you freeze and immediately feel uneasy. However, it ended as quick as it started, turning his back to you, he disappeared to the dining room.

You still held strong though, hoping, just hoping, that the meal would ease his attitude. You walked into the dining room, seeing Katsuki already eating, you sat across from him, quietly beginning to eat your own portion. The dining room was uncomfortably quiet as Katsuki didn't bother to ask about your day or anything of the sort. “Katsuki?” you softly asked, putting your spoon down and looking up at him, he hums in response. “I um, finished something for you, I think you’re really gonna like it- it took me three months to finish- I used the oils Mitsuki got me, they were really pigmented and added a lot to it so I hope-”

“God, y/n, do you ever just shut up?” Katsuki spat, venom dripping from his words as he stared at you like you were just another villain he was going to obliterate. You stared at him, shocked, never in your five years of being with him has he talked to you in that way. You felt tears swelling in your eyes, but Katsuki didn’t flinch, he kept his cold glare on you, even as you stood up and ran out to the bedroom. You shut the door, and cried.

During those three hours that you cried not once did Katsuki check to see if you were okay, it was now almost 11:30 in the night and you had absolutely no energy to go out and get him to apologize to you. Every time you two would have an argument, you would always have to coax it out of him, make him feel guilty, just so he could say two words. Two, simple words. That could rejuvenate this relationship you had with him. You couldn’t do that tonight. You couldn’t bring yourself to beg him to save your relationship.

And so, you slipped under the cold covers and buried your face in Katsuki’s pillows, staring at the ticking clock that now struck midnight.

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You awoke to a dark and empty bed. The light of sunrise barley peeking through and into your master bedroom. Opening your eyes, hoping to see Katsuki’s calm and sleeping features, but no, instead you were greeted with a bare pillow.

You rubbed at your face before sitting up and sliding off the bed, walking into the bathroom, washing your eyes from all the sand that had collected from your tears. You walked out into the room and to the door, slowly opening it before walking through the hall and down the stairs.

You expected to find Katsuki asleep on the couch, not wide awake and on his phone.

You stand still as he stares at you, not one of you blinking, not one of you dare to say a word. But then his words ring through your head, a quick reminder of what he did to you, and your eyes begin watering again. Soon, a sob falls from your mouth and you reach to cover your mouth with your hands, desperately trying to wipe the tears from your eyes but they’re falling to quick to catch up with.

Katsuki stands, his body begging him, screaming at him to let them go comfort you, to hold you in his arms and apologize to you. But he falters, scared he might upset you more, and ashamed of himself, of how he didn’t even go to see if you were okay while he could hear your cries.

“Y/n, I…” his throat is dry, the words refusing to fall out as your sobs rip his heart to shreds. Why won’t he move? It was so simple. He could fix this so easily. So why? Why doesn’t he move?

As always, you save the day, rushing to bury yourself in his arms and only then do the walls of his pride crumble, the apologies coming endlessly now. You hold him for what feel like hours, your now wrinkled dress was damp with Katsuki’s tears as he continued to beg for your forgiveness even as you tell him you forgive him.

“Katsuki.” You call out to him, brushing your fingers through his golden hair, he looks up at you, eyes glossy and full of guilt, tears clinging to his blonde lashes. “Please, promise me that’ll be the last argument.” He nodded immediately, “Promise, I promise, I never wanna leave you, ever,” he whispers against your sternum, you smile, wiping the remnants of his tears from his cheeks and tilting his head up to look at you.

“Can we eat for real now? I’m still hungry,” you suggest playfully, but it deflates him even more, “Shit, I’m-“ he tries to get another apology out but you shush him with a kiss, he melts into it, but you pull away before it leads to something else.

“Come, help me warm up the katsudon,” he nods in compliance, turning the burner on and beginning to heat up the meat and rice while you heat up the curry. All the while Katsuki is eyeing you as you put the curry back into the black ceramic dish.

“What’s the dress for?” He asks, curious fingers touching over the thin lace near the cleavage of the dress. You gape at him, “Katsuki, the hero ranks-“ you remind him, a small “oh yeah” falls out of his mouth and it earns a laugh from you.

Dinner- or now breakfast, continues just as you hoped it would last night, making small talk about his very shitty day and your good one, and soon the time to show him his gift has come. You tell him to stay where he is as you make your way to the giant wrapped canvas. You smile at him, “You ready?” You ask, he nods a matching smile in his handsome face.

You cut the tape that held the cover up letting it fall to the floor as the painting is revealed. You brace for his reaction, his eyes are wide, going over every detail of work you put into the painting, he stands, going as close as he can to the painting, viewing in on where portrayed him stands at the cliff of a canyon, bloodied and beaten, and yet his face is the opposite, pride, victory, and diligence shining as his fist is raised in the air, proclaiming his worth to everyone that sees him.

You stand next to him, admiring your work and what a beautiful subject you had. Crimson red, burnt sienna, cadmium yellow, vermillion, Prussian blue, ink black and many more colors all coming together to create what you think is your best work yet. And in those moments, Katsuki thinks- no, he knows that he doesn’t deserve you. He honestly, wants to cry his eyes out, but before he can you clasp your hand in his own, a proud smile on your gorgeous face beckoning him back to reality. And he knows, that he would do absolutely anything for you.

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[neighborhoodsimp]

Hi i saw your requests were open!! Could i request a drabble with bakugou and his 6 month old twin boys, and reader taking them to his agency as a surprise!

Ofc!❤️ I swear I’m an absolute whore for dad Bakugou and this just just fed me

Bakugou has been extremely busy as of late, only coming home around midnight hours and leaving as soon as dawn breaks. And yes, it has been bothering you, but you decide not to express that, knowing how hard he’s working to pursue his dream.

So now, as you wake up at twelve pm due to the blubbering babies beside you, you ultimately decide to go visit your husband at the agency.

After feeding them, you get both of them dressed in brown corduroy overalls and a white t-shirt underneath, you also comb their blond curls while they giggle and gurgle happily when you tap the tip of the comb to their button nose. After you get yourself ready, brushing your hair and dressing casually before getting your shoes on and heading out.

You strap the boys into their car seats while they make an attempt at grabby hands, you smile, shushing their whining by a few kisses and a “We’re gonna go surprise daddy Kay?” And to your surprise, they listen, happy gibberish returning with the mention of their daddy.

Soon you arrive at the agency, getting the strap on carrier from the backseat before strapping your two twins and making your way into the building. Almost immediately everyone flocks to you, Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari and Sero to name a few along with their sidekicks toy and coo at the boys earning high giggles and wide smiles from them, you ask Kirishima where Katsuki is and answers as him being in his office getting some mission reports done, you thank the team and head towards Katsuki’s office which was at the twelfth floor of the building.

The twins are now whining at the absence of their uncle Kiri, tears building in their ruby red eyes as they squirm in the carrier, that all goes out the window however when they see their dad as you walk into his office.

“Hi,” you greet with a wide smile as he stands up and greets you and his boys with forehead kisses. The giggles and smiles have returned as Katsuki takes his two atom copies into his arms. You smile at the sight, almost tearing up as Katsuki laughs and smiles as the younger lays a chubby palm on Katsuki’s face and the older one tries to tug at his hair. Despite how chunky the two boys are- both weighing in at 15 pounds last months appointment- they still looked so small compared to their father.

You sigh, once again, falling a little more in love with your husband as you go to him and lean against his chest. “I missed you Katsuki. We all did.” You mumble, pressing a kiss to his lips, he smiles apologetically, “I know baby, I’m sorry, I’ll be done with this mission soon and I promise I’ll be at home most of the time after that.”

You smile hugging him while you rest your face in his chest, one the boys chubby socked feet knocking against your chin, “Thank you Katsuki.” You whisper, falling deeper in love with him and your two boys which now begin whining as as they start to get hungry again.

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[neighborhoodsimp]

Breakup Prank with KiriBaku💔

Angst w fluff

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Bakugou practically screams though the phone, heart racing as you just dropped a fucking super sonic missile on him while he was driving home.

“Baby you don’t mean it, right?…” Kirishima plead through the three-way call, also driving home and running some red lights in the process.

You sigh heavily, doing your best to keep your act up. “Kiri I just..” you trail off, and Kirishima feels his heart teetering over the edge, just waiting to be tipped over and shattered to pieces. “I just don’t feel happy anymore.. I feel like we’re all just strangers living in the same house..” you feigned guilt in your voice causing Bakugou to blow up.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!! So strangers sleep in the same bed together and take showers together?!!”

You winced, pulling the phone away from your abused eardrum, “You’re not fucking leaving me got that?!! You made a fucking promise- we all did that we’d never leave no matter what!! So whether you like it or not you’re not leaving you shithead!!”

You feel your heart break at that, but the show must go on.

“Bakugou I-“

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“I already left the house, I got all my stuff so you guys-“

“WHAT?!!”

“WHAT?!!”

They both scream union, Kirishima already reduced to sobs while Bakugou feels his heart cracking.

“You bastard!! You have the audacity to do this over the phone huh?!! You’re fucking pathetic!! If you’re not there by the time I get to the house you’re dead you hear me?!!”

Your eyes go wide at that, suddenly regretting doing this for 200 bucks as a bet with Mina.

“Babe please don’t leave.. I need you- we need you-!! How am I supposed-“ at this point Kirishima was hyperventilating and you’re torn to telling him it’s just a prank.

“Kiri please calm down-“

“YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO HIM WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!”

That was the last straw, Mina told you to take draw this on for a whole week but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Kirishima breathe, it’s.. fuck, it’s just a prank.”

It goes dead quiet.

The door slams open.

Bakugou stares at you, tears in his eyes, before snatching you off the couch and pulling you into him. Kirishima’s sobbing in relief on the other side of the phone.

“You fucking idiot. You damn near gave me a heart attack.” He mutters, voice high pitched and pained. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think you would be that mad,” you apologize, burying your face in his neck.

“I got them red, just get home it’s okay,” Bakugou informs Kirishima garbles a small “okay,” before hanging up.

“You’re a real dickhead you know that?” Bakugou sneers pulling on your ear and dragging you to the bedroom.

“Katsuki please- I said I’m sorry-“ you whine while he shoves you onto the bed.

“You’re sorry huh? Shut the hell up and stay here, I don’t want you moving even an inch before red comes home…You’re grounded.”

“Huh?!”

He gave you that Mom Look™️ before shutting the bedroom door and stomping off somewhere. You looked around wondering what the hell you just got yourself into.

Four minutes later you hear Kirishima downstairs, asking where you are before you hear something similar to a rhino racing up the stairs, the banging stops, and the door peeks open, almost as if he isn’t sure whether you’re here or not.

Once he sees you though, tears begin spilling over again as he runs to you, wrapping you up in tight bear hug. Your shirt is now wet in a matter of seconds as Kirishima garbles and whines at why you would do that and how he was so scared. Your heart honestly did ache for your sweet boy, you regretted it, yes you did.

“I’m sorry Eji, I’ll never do something like that again, promise,” you whisper, rubbing soothing circles on Kirishima’s back in the process, he sniffles, pulling away and cupping your face with his hands. You heart aches at the looks he gives you, fear and sadness and pleading all pooled in his eyes. “Promise?” You almost start crying yourself, “Promise Eji.” You vow, pressing a soft kiss to his lips to seal the deal, Kirishima sighs under your touch, “I was so scared y/n, I don’t know what I would do without you, and I..” he hiccups a sob, “I never ever wanna be apart from you..”

You sadly smile, bringing his face into your chest as he lets out the remaining of his tears. Whispering your repentance to him as your eyes too swell up with tears. After a few minutes Kirishima is now only sniffling, but you’re still rubbing his back and kissing him soothingly.

“Bakugou grounded me,” you mention with a small, breathy laugh. “I don’t know for how long but, I hope he’s not too mad at me,” you giggle, Kirishima joining in.

“Nah, I think he’s just a little shaken up. You really got it out of us huh?” He frowns at you, but you can see the way he’s trying not to smile. You yelp as he pushes you down onto the bed before he towers over you, a smile now adorning his features, “You’re gonna have to make up for it, you do realize that right?” He teases while rubbing the fat of your hips with his massive hands. You huff, feigning annoyance even though you know you’re smiling, “I know, I’m ready.”

Safe to say you were not let off the hook that night from Kirishima nor Bakugou.

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