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early 20s bakugou and early 20s you meeting the both of you in a decade’s time… you both aren’t particularly close in the present - you orbit around the same friendship groups and katsuki isn’t exactly opening his arms to a warm hug, receptive to your qualms. he has little time for his friends and even less time for new people in his life.
barely eat, sleep, work, repeat. that’s how it is for him after the war and it’s weird knowing him during this stage. he’s still the some snarly, full of bite and venom bakugou from school but sometimes, you can see the lack of sparkle in his eyes when he speaks: when he’s out on patrol with you and he no longer has the energy to snap back at naysayers and snotty nosed kids. he does his job and then he clocks out. simple as that. relationships? dating? they’re not even in his vocabulary.
so it’s easy to imagine the shock in his - both of your faces when he sees 32-33 year old bakugou on the television and the way he is a decade later is antithetical to how he is now. his old personality still shines through (it’s still HIM) but he smiles genuinely when he meets fans now, and the sparkle in his eyes is there all over again - the cheeky sparkle, the one that made you fall for him.
it’s hard to imagine a life in which you’re married to him (self proclaimed mrs bakugou in an architectural digest interview, showing the cameramen around your house while sporting a third trimester bump and gushing over your state of the art kitchen with a fancy le creuset set and an aga that katsuki and friends built for you with their bare hands as a birthday gift) though, it’s probably because the bakugou you know doesn’t even know the bakugou in this timeline. he doesn’t know the bakugou that would joke all carefree and then openly kiss your forehead in the middle of the street.
he doesn’t tell you he wants to know this bakugou.
you guys eventually get back to your timeline, in the present, the one that in which bakugou sneers and he barely eats and doesn’t even know what day of the week it is. it’s only a few, long months later when it’s your birthday and he buys you a gift card for le creuset. he says it’s because you seem to like shitty things like kitchen sets and pots and pans and it doesn’t make sense to him because “they’re all the same shit at the end of the day.”
you laugh a watery laugh that day, tears unshed at his words, though you’re not offended - far from it. you think you can come to love bakugou and you’re excited for when that time will come, no matter how long it may take.
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best friend's brother [choso x reader]
"Gotta go, Yuuji's here," You mumble into your phone, ending your call with Nobara when the familiar car pulls up on the other side of the road.
Expecting the window to roll down, and Yuuji's pink hair popping out, you frown when that doesn’t happen — he's usually yelling at you to hurry up. Looking down the road, you run across and open the passenger door.
"Oh!" You feel your cheeks warming, pleasantly surprised. "Hey, Cho."
Yuuji's older brother sits behind the wheel, clad in his usual white sweatshirt and black sweats, hair loose. Averting your eyes quickly, you get in the car.
Your name falls from the brunette's mouth like honey. It's warm and makes the butterflies in your stomach multiply tenfold. "Sorry, Yuuji got caught up."
"Yeah..." You mumble, shutting the car door. Your heart rate is rapid, and the air inside the car thickens. You haven't seen him since he barged into the house you shared with Yuuji, Megumi and Nobara to push you up against your bedroom door — the scent of him still lingers on your pillow a week later.
"How was your presentation?" Choso asks softly, flicking down the indicator and pulling away from the curb. You look at him surprised — Yuuji must've told him.
"Uh, yeah, I mean, it was alright. I was really nervous, though," You reply, smiling at the fact he thought to ask. The streetlights pass in a blur as Choso drives down the main street, the bustle of college students on campus on a Tuesday night dwindling as the night darkens.
"Why?" Choso smirks as you, using his right hand to tuck his hair behind his ear. "I wasn't even there!"
You scrunch your nose at his response and shake your head, ignoring his laugh from beside you. "Quit it."
"Are you nervous now?"
Your ears perk up at his teasing tone, and you glance at him. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Choso hums and turns left onto the road leading away from your house. You know where he's taking you.
He's smirking, but you don't look over at him when he laughs lowly and turns onto the street of his apartment complex. "Let me ask again."
You raise your eyebrows, turning your body to face him. Choso puts the car into park and looks at you through half-lidded eyes, reaching over the middle console to pick up your wrist. He holds your hand delicately, pushing two fingers into your pulse point.
Your mouth drops open slightly, and your body is so hot you're sure he'll burn himself on your skin.
"Tsk," Choso tilts his head, eyes lifting to yours. There's a mixture of lust and something deeper in his eyes that makes you tingle. "Got my answer."
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Una selfie en en baño porque sí.
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new strategy to cope with all-encompassing grief. stop tearing at your hair and covering yourself in ash. instead , commission a glorious set of shining bronze armor and just start attacking people
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