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Moving Past Heartache
Moving Past Heartache
by EmperorJirachi
Bakugou Katsuki struggles to let go of his past relationship with Ashido Mina while attempting to drink away his sorrows. Yaoyorozu Momo bumps into him and manages to help him on the road to healing. Though in the process she unintentionally reveals a long-kept secret of hers.
Words: 3137, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Bakugou Katsuki, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Romance, Light Angst, Minor Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Past Relationship(s), Drinking, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48705274
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Bakumomo Plus#♧#Bakumomo#Bakumina#Kirimina#👽#💥#⚤#R:T#A:Emperor#No Quirks AU#Angst
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Tougher Than the Rest
Tougher Than the Rest
by audoline
Momo Yaoyorozu always knew exactly what she wanted and had no problems going after it. So, why were relationships so hard? They all seemed so perfect, but she could never bring herself to follow through with the commitment. As Japan's infamous runaway bride, it was beginning to feel like she'd never find the one. After her latest failed attempt at walking down the aisle, Momo was ready to give up on love. But of course, best-laid plans fail... especially when Katsuki Bakugou is around to blow them to pieces.
Words: 4225, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Midoriya Izuku, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Uraraka Ochako, Original Characters
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Toogata Mirio/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Jirou Kyouka/Sero Hanta
Additional Tags: Runaway bride Yaoyorozu Momo, Pro Hero Yaoyorozu Momo, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Momo Is Bad At Commitment, Failed Relationships, Todoroki Shouto is a Menace, So is his husband, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Protective Bakugou Katsuki, Possessive Behavior, Manipulative Relationship, Momo's fiance is an asshole, Bakugou Katsuki is a Menace
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41150235
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Something I Can't Have, Someone I Want, Something That I Need
Something I Can't have, Someone I Want, Something That I Need
by Fryviewer
Katsuki loved nights like this. Chilly air, dark enough for the street lamps to be on, but the pink and yellow hue of the sun was still prominent in the night sky. He crossed a busy street, dodging other pedestrians.
Where he was going was another story. The bell rang when he opened the door of a hole in the wall bar— Blue's Bar, not so popular but Katsuki and his friends alone spent enough money here to keep it afloat. Ran by a close friend named Milly— and he sighed. He was greeted by the smell of cheap liquor and quiet laughter.
"Kacchan!"
"Boom Boom Boy!"
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Hitoshi sighed getting out of bed. Another dream about something he could never have.
His phone rang again and he answered.
"Hitoshi there's something we need to talk about when you get into work today!"
Great, another long day.
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Katsuki and Hitoshi broke up years ago.
Hitoshi broke up with Katsuki, he has no right to feel like this, to feel this longing... yet he does.
Katsuki got his heart broken, maybe going on another date would make it hurt less. He.. he can't go through that again. Not again.
Words: 866, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of Something I have
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi, Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku & Uraraka Ochako
Additional Tags: Bakugou Katsuki is Bad at Feelings, Shinsou Hitoshi is Bad at Feelings, They're both a mess, Relationship Problems, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Self-Doubt, Multi-Chapter story, Tags Are Hard, Post-Break Up, Blind Date, Alcohol, Midoriya Izuku is a not so good friend but he tries, Bakugou Katsuki-centric, Shinsou Hitoshi-centric, POV Third Person, POV Multiple, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Endgame Shinbaku, But i do focus on the other ships tagged I promise lol
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36823363
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The Way I Love(d) You
the way I love(d) you
by doctorherondalestark
Momo had everything but why wasn't she happy?
Words: 3278, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Rei, Sero Hanta, Yaoyorozu Momo's Parents, Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Iida Tenya, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Midoriya Izuku
Relationships: Todoroki Shouto/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo
Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Break Up, Post-Break Up, Characters Are Pro Heroes, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Non-Linear Narrative, Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Song fic, Song: The Way I Loved You (Taylor Swift)
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35113345
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Todomomo Plus#♧#Todomomo#Bakumomo#Enji Todoroki#❄️🔥#⚤#R:T#A:Doctorherondale
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BNHA Rarepair Month - Day 21 - Coffee Shop AU
for @bnha-rarepair-month
Summary: Yaoyorozu Momo, a third year neurosurgery resident, has just come from an exhausting duty and is looking for a caffeine fix. In her search for decent coffee, she comes across a new cafe across the street and its explosive owner.
Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo (BakuMomo)
Rating: T
Warnings/Notes: Part 1 of the Cafe/Hospital AU i’m workin’ on~~ hahaha if I ever finish it that is
Also available on AO3/FFNet!
Yaoyorozu Momo is tired. Although to say ‘tired’ is a severe understatement. Right now, though, she doesn’t even have the mental faculties to think of a better word to describe the state that she’s in.
A recap of the past 24 hours is as follows: Five brain surgeries, three of them emergencies, all of them on patients with mutation quirks that made their anatomies vastly different. A report on the genetics of brain cancer. An audit on the people that died or had gotten worse while in the wards. The looming in-service examinations for neurosurgery residents. And finally, just two hours, forty-five minutes of sleep for the past twenty-four hours, interrupted by calls from the ER. Momo would appreciate anyone who can give her a word precise and astute enough to describe how very… ‘tired’ she felt.
She has just hobbled out of the Hosu General Hospital, over six hours overtime, with her fellow resident Todoroki Shouto-kun taking over her shift and shooing her away. Now she’s lugging her large neurosurgery textbook under one arm, using her last remaining brain cells to figure out any decent place to have coffee and read her book until she collapses from exhaustion.
She hums thoughtfully as she stares at the complex of restaurants outside the hospital. Her favorite place, Satou’s Coffees and Cakes, is unfortunately closed on Sundays. Monoma’s Boulangerie et Pattiserie also has decent coffee, but it’s five blocks away. There’s nothing nearby but convenience stores and fastfood joints in front of her.
Really, she’d really rather not compromise her sense of taste just for a much needed shot of caffeine. Call her a ‘boujee’, if one must (and one Uraraka Ochako, OR nurse and her frequent assist, does frequently). Good, handcrafted brews usually come at a high price.
And right now there’s nowhere that serves any decent liquid form of caffeine. She sighs. Perhaps it’s better to head back to her apartment and brew herself a cup there, even though just thinking about making it and cleaning up after herself afterward is so, very tiring.
As she begins to walk to the direction of her condominium, she sees him for the first time.
She doesn’t know why he catches her eye in a fine Sunday morning such as this. Perhaps because he’s scowling so hard while wiping down the tables in front of the small cafe so aggressively that she worries he’ll destroy them. Perhaps it’s also the steady stream of expletives against germs and dirt that would give the Infectious Control services a run for their money.
Perhaps it’s also how the man looks, which is very distinctive. Fluffy, blonde hair that goes in all directions. Red eyes that remind Momo not of blood clots (which she’s had enough of), but of rubies. A nice pair of arms, with cuts of muscles that move nicely as he works on destroying the table with a dishrag. The front of his body is covered by a large, blue apron, but the doctor surmises that behind it is a nice, sturdy body to match those nice, sturdy arms. He isn’t any taller than her, but he looks more than able to carry her in his arms and to throw her against--
Her surprisingly debauched, sleep-deprived thoughts are jarringly interrupted by the man’s bark. “Oi, the fuck are you staring at?”
She’s suddenly face-to-face with the explosive blonde. Yes, explosive is the perfect adjective to describe him, his fiery eyes and hunkering gait. His jaw juts out forward as he continues his annoyed grumbling, much like one of the grumpy English bulldogs Momo’s kin kept back at the family estate.
“Oi, I’m talking to you, Ponytail. Fuckin’ staring at me like I’m a circus freak.” He jabs a finger at her shoulder, and she doesn’t even resist against its push. Now up close, Momo catches a whiff of caramel from his body, and she’s not sure if it’s a comically sweet body spray or his quirk.
She’s appalled by his unruly behavior and lack of manners, of course. Furthermore, she did not just suffer through four years of medical school and one year of grueling internship and three plus plus plus years of even more grueling neurosurgery residency to be baptized as merely Ponytail. She has all intentions of forming an intelligent, indignant remark, all aiming to improve his utterly repulsive conduct. “Excuse me? That’s---that’s Dr. Ponytail to you!”
The blonde clicks his tongue in annoyance and doesn’t back down. Maybe because despite how strong her comeback sounds in her head, it still comes out weak and kind of breathy, like she’s on the verge of a coma. “The hell’s wrong with you? Is your brain still inside your fucking skull, or did you leave it behind in the fuckin’ hospital?”
Momo holds her head in reflex. Wait, did she really just check if her brain was still there? Silly Momo, of course it’d still be there, if both her cerebral and cerebellar hemispheres and her brainstem aren’t there, then she wouldn’t be standing here, dumbly staring at this angry, attractive man as his abhorrent, stupidly attractive mouth dishes out one verbal abuse after another.
There’s a few seconds where the man stops talking and just stares at her with an unreadable expression in those ruby-red eyes. “Hey, I’m serious, do I gotta take you to the ER or something, Ponytail? I mean, Dr. Ponytail or whatever the fuck your name is.”
He’s beginning to reach out for her shoulder, perhaps in an attempt to steady her, but she moves away. Internally, she tries to shake off her sudden empty-headedness and straightens her posture, in what she hopes is a dignified stance. “I apologize. It’s rude of me to stare at you as you’re doing your job,” she manages to say without slurring.
“Yeah, no shit.” Still, the man’s visibly relieved that she’s finally acting like a responsive human being. She notices his eyes run over her from top-to-bottom, side-to-side. “Hosu General Neurosurgery,” he says flatly, as if making a show of how unimpressed he is of her ‘prestigious’ occupation.
There’s a moment of bewilderment when she wonders how he knew, followed by a mental face-palm as she realizes that she’s still wearing her rumpled scrub suit, still unchanged from the past duty.
“Must have been a long fuckin’ night, huh.” He scowls for a few moments, thinking deeply. Next moment he’s clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Come on,” is all he says before stomping his way into the cafe.
Momo manages a confused “Oh,” before she follows him. The signage still reads ‘Closed’, and the man doesn’t flip it to the other side.
The doctor looks around the cafe. It’s not large, and the ceilings are a little low, but the interiors look thoughtful and cozy and warm and she instantly feels better than she has when she left the hospital. Hues of warm oranges and browns meet her eyes and make her think of autumn. Paintings of what look like fireworks and other miscellaneous explosions hang neatly over the wood-paneled walls. White block letters are displayed at the front counter, spelling N T G C A F E.
Odd name for a cafe, but it fits such an explosive barista. As if to prove her point, the man growls at her to sit her ass down anywhere she likes. She gives him the best poisonous look that her tired visage can muster before she obliges.
She picks one of the desks a few steps away from the bar, and from her spot she once again stares at him as he works. A symphony of odd noises from the machines around him accompany his smooth movements. Momo is able to see the back of his broad shoulders, visibly flexing from within his tight black shirt as he tinkers with something or the other. Sees the intense look of concentration in those striking red eyes as he measures liquids in tiny little graded cups. She wonders passively if she’s ever watched anyone make coffee before, and if anyone should look so attractive making coffee the way he’s doing it then…
Oh, lord. She isn’t just staring. She’s ogling at him. Lecherously. Sleep deprivation hasn’t hit her this hard before. She turns away, hopefully before he notices.
She opens up her book and desperately tries to read something. Or at least, desperately tries to pretend to read something. She reads the same sentence about lymphomas over and over until she sees his lean figure enter her peripheral vision.
He sets a glass on a coaster in front of her wordlessly. “Drink,” is all he says, when she looks up at him questioningly.
If she’s being honest, she wants to tell him that every cell in her body is aching for a cup of warm coffee. A steaming one in a tasteful ceramic mug, as black as her hair, perhaps with a spoonful of muscovado sugar if she feels like it. Something comfortable to gently let her down from the light-headed somnolence taking over her brain.
But the coffee set in front of her is cold, with a fine layer of foam above it. She wonders if it’s actually a glass of beer, until she takes in the sweet, coffee scent. She catches herself on time, thankfully--she almost gave in to the impulse of wrinkling her nose in distaste.
She supposes that the most polite thing to do for this man who’s been cussing at her all morning is to at least take a sip of what seems to be his peace offering. So she does--gently, she takes a sip of the drink, and feels her mind… awaken.
Oh my goodness. As the liquid touches her tongue, she feels all her senses snap awake, like a splash of cold water on a hot day. A hint of sweetness fills her mouth, but she’s able to detect that isn’t from added sugar or dairy. It’s foamy and suave, so much so that Momo can’t help a satisfied noise escape from her throat at the first swallow.
Hearing the noise, the blonde man gives her a self-satisfied smirk. “That good, huh, Dr. Ponytail?”
“Yes--this is marvelous,” she tells him honestly, after daintily patting her upper lip free of foam. “The coffee’s crisp, naturally creamy. If I had to guess, it’s from the nitrogen you infused in the drink? It’s very elegantly done. From my first sip, I’m able to ascertain a higher coffee-to-water ratio, but it’s not bitter at all. The beans that you used are exquisite, if I had to guess, probably Arabica, or something from Southeast Asia… I suppose, given the name of your cafe, this is your house specialty?”
There’s a very small flicker of astonishment she sees in his eyes as she gives her honest appraisal of the coffee, but in the next moment he’s back to being irritatingly smug. “You got that right, brainy. Although I named this joint NTG ‘cause of my quirk, not ‘cause of my coffee.”
Momo hums in understanding. “So… you have a nitroglycerin quirk?”
He holds his hand up, shows off the slight sheen of his sweat over his skin. He causes harmless, noisy sparks to form from it. So that explains the sweet smell that hangs off him. “As for you… let me guess. Something to do with brains, I bet.”
She gives him a little teasing smile. “I don’t have a mentalist quirk, if that’s what you’re saying.”
“Nah. You don’t strike me as one of those mindfuckers.” He leers at her intensely, as if reading a particularly engaging thriller. She feels her cheeks redden under his gaze, and feels an impulse to train her eyes elsewhere.
After what seems like forever, he gives a low grumble that tickles her ears. “Might be a materialization quirk, I bet. Or something that lets you manipulate structures and shit.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. He smirks in response. “I’ll take that as a fuck yes. And before you ask, yes, I am a fuckin’ genius, myself.”
She pouts at him. “But how could you have guessed that? I didn’t use my quirk around you. At all. Unless… you’re stalking me?!”
He snaps at her. “Who’s fuckin’ stalking who?! You’re the one who stood staring at me like a mouth-breather!”
Valid comeback, but it doesn’t ease her discomfort. She’s painfully reminded of one of the patients she’d seen as a first year resident--a small, purple-haired guy with a sticky-hair quirk who they needed to see after he was beaten up for peeking in the women’s lockers of a local gym. Just remembering it makes her give in to the impulse to push her seat a little farther from the blonde barista, who has the gall to look as offended as she feels. “You say that, but I’ve been through awful things before. And you aren’t answering my question, Nitro.”
The man clicks his tongue in annoyance. “Geez. Whatever. Fuck.” He rubs his face, as if it’s too early for such bold accusations, and grumbles out, “You got the instinct for breaking down the components of something. That’s what material quirk users tend to do. Believe me, I know a freak who fucks around with fabrics and shit, and every time he touches cloth he’d go on and on about textiles and shit.”
Oh. That makes sense. Momo visibly relaxes and releases a breath from her relieved lungs. “I see… Well… I suppose you aren’t a stalker after all, Barista-san.”
Fabrics and shit -- that’s like her senior consultant, Dr. Hakamata. AKA Best Jeanist, the acclaimed neurosurgeon whose unparalleled genius, strict work ethic, and seamless sutures both inside and outside of the brain, have saved many a person’s life.
Also, the most toxic of all her consultants in the hospital. She thinks he’s brilliant, but just the sight of blue jeans makes her and even Todoroki go into arrhythmia. She tries to shake off that image from her head and focuses instead on the exquisite coffee, and the grumpy blonde sitting in front of her with his teeth bared.
“Yeah. There’s only one stalker in here, and it sure ain’t me.” He says this with an annoyingly self-satisfied smirk though. Before Momo can retort, the bell chimes from the door.
“Bakugou?” A melodic voice calls from the entrance. Momo watches as a smaller woman with dark hair, dark eyes, elongated earlobes, and an asymmetric fringe makes a show of freezing mid-stride. “Um… am I that late? I didn’t know we opened this early on Sundays.”
The man--Bakugou, Momo repeats in her head, smiling a little at how appropriate his name is for his larger-than-life personality--snarls at the employee. Really, can this man speak normally without making any dog-like sounds? “We ain’t open yet, fuckin’ Ears! Just that Ponytail here’s gonna die on the street if I didn’t give her coffee! And to answer your question, you’re fucking late, since I got here before you.”
Despite the verbal lashings, the girl doesn’t seem fazed in any shape or form. She shrugs off her leather jacket, showing off toned arms covered in tattoos, and puts her hand out in front of Momo. “So I guess you’re a special customer, Doc? I’m Jirou, I’m one of the part-timers here. Please ignore my stupid-ass boss. We’re happy to serve you.”
Momo smiles as politely as she can and takes her hand. “I’m Yaoyorozu Momo. But please, call me Momo. I work at Hosu Gen. And don’t worry, I’m enjoying myself here.”
“That’s good. I’m real worried that we won’t get any customers if we let our very polite cafe owner interact with the masses,” she says, nudging her grumpy boss at the shoulder, “so I’m relieved that you’re too spaced-out to be offended by this guy, Yaomomo.”
Momo laughs heartily at her remark. She doesn’t mind also being called Yaomomo--somehow, the playful name fits her, and fits the other girl’s personality for thinking of that. She has a feeling that she’ll like Jirou very much. “Oh, I’m offended enough, but thank you for your concern.”
“Whatever, Dr. Ponytail,” grumbles Bakugou under his breath. He stands up and almost pokes Jirou in her eyes with two fingers. “You. Start prepping the damn place. I gotta go in the office to do accounting shit.”
Jirou sarcastically salutes him like the world’s most reluctant soldier and leaves to dress up for work. Bakugou then turns his ruby-red eyes to Momo. “And you. Wouldn’t stand up if I were you. Just sit your ass down and drink up for as long as you need to.”
“A… all right,” stammers Momo, unsure if what came out of his mouth was an order, a threat, or a concerned plea. She watches as his strong figure moves towards the back of the counter, pulls off the apron over his head -- oh lord, that small bit of his back that she sees when he lifts his arms up are made of pure muscle -- and disappears into the office.
“So, Yaomomo--”
Momo yelps and whips her head to Jirou, who is now dressed in her barista regalia, consisting of a simple white collared shirt, jeans, and a similar navy blue apron. Somehow, the girl’s already got a broom out, ready to prepare for the day, and Momo hasn’t even noticed. Wait, how long has she been staring at Bakugou again?
“I see you’re enjoying the view,” continues Jirou, with an absolutely mischievous grin on her face, one that can only be described as shit-eating, if Momo allowed herself to use such vulgarities.
Momo covers her face in shame. Has she been that obvious? And since when has she picked up this unseemly habit of ogling? “Oh, I’m so embarrassed…” she mumbles. “It’s just, I don’t see that type of thing a lot outside the hospital, so…”
Yes, that must be it. It’s not that the staff of Hosu Gen are filled with unattractive people. Far from it, actually--some tabloids have made a feature about how unfairly attractive the doctors of their hospital are (admittedly, it’s not very good journalism). Todoroki-kun, who doesn’t show his face outside of work, even has a fan page made by his very enthusiastic patients. But seeing them everyday, under harsh and stressful conditions, doesn’t do anything for Momo’s interest in dating or even just a sense of attraction.
Jirou snorts, interrupting her flow of thought. “I get it. Baku-boss isn’t bad looking. Even I, a screaming lesbian, can attest to that as much. It’s just too bad he’s a nuke waiting to happen. Hey, maybe you should check out his brain or something--maybe there’s something there you have to chop off to make him… you know, not like that?”
Momo giggles. “You have a good point, Jirou-san!”
“I fucking heard that--get the fuck back to work, Ears!” bellows Bakugou from the office at the back.
Momo and Jirou look at each other and break out into muffled giggles. “Anyway, he’s right. I should get back to work,” the girl says, brandishing her broom in mock enthusiasm. “I also agree that you probably need to sit down as long as you like, Doc. I can tell that you just went through a tough tour of duty.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah.” Jirou raises her eyebrows and gives another salute. “We’re opening in a bit, so I hope it won’t be too messy. Say bye to us before you go home, okay?”
“All right,” Momo says, giving the blunt barista a little wave before she leaves her alone to do prep work. The young doctor then turns her attention back to the long-neglected neurosurgery textbook in front of her, and continues to struggle through the chapters.
Later, the cafe opens, and people start to mill about all around her. There aren’t many people coming in--it’s a Sunday morning after all, and the cafe is relatively new, so nothing and no-one stops her from nodding off in her seat. She’s finished the nitro cold brew by this time, and as refreshing as it is, all the exhaustion of the past week catches up to her. By what must be the fifteenth time her forehead hits the wooden surface of the desk, she smells caramel near her before she feels a not-so-gentle prod at her back.
She sits up, bleary-eyed, and stares at the explosive barista--no, cafe owner, who’s frowning down at her. “Oi, Ponytail. I think it’s time you went home.”
“Mmhm,” she replies quite eloquently, rubbing her eyes. “I’m not done studying yet…”
“If I let your stubborn ass study any longer, your brain’s gonna bleed out from hitting one of my tables.” He isn’t wearing his work clothes, she realizes, when he pulls her to her feet and grabs the heavy textbook from her. “Oi, Ears. You’re in charge while I’m gone. The place better be standing when I get back.”
“You got it, Baku-boss,” Jirou calls out nonchalantly. She looks up briefly and gives Momo a knowing smile before she writes out a name on a paper cup.
In the next moment, Bakugou is holding on to her arm quite roughly and is dragging her out of her seat. “B-Bakugou-san? What are you doing?” Momo manages to stammer out as he leads them out of the cafe.
“I’m kickin’ you out of the premises, is what,” he tells her gruffly as they reach the street. “Doctor or not, people aren’t allowed to pass out in my damn cafe. I don’t like taking paying customers to the fuckin’ ER. Now, where do you live?”
“I--what?”
He makes an annoyed sound with his tongue and glares at her. “I need to make sure you get home without hurting your ass, Doc. Fuckin’ hell, doctors are the worst when it comes to taking care of themselves…”
There’s some animosity when he says the line about doctors. Momo wonders about this briefly before having second thoughts, and instead saying, “Oh, you don’t have to, really--”
Bakugou glares at her, teeth bared, with all the rage of a hungry wild animal who has had his meat stolen from him. “What, you think I’ll fucking stalk you or some shit like that? I though I’ve established that I’m not interested in you that way--”
“It’s not that,” Momo says, gritting her teeth a little for patience. “It’s just that… we’re literally a stone’s throw away from my home.”
She points to a particularly tall building a block away from where they’re standing--a residential complex built especially for doctors who need to be close to Hosu Gen for emergencies. It’s a little run-down, and the space isn’t as big as Momo is used to, but it’s convenient enough that she can sleep in a few precious minutes longer than if she lived in the Yaoyorozu Manor, which is four stations away.
Seeing the ridiculous proximity to his own cafe, Bakugou scowls and mutters something about her not saying so earlier. “Then get your ass the fuck back home, Dr. Ponytail. Ain’t moving from here til I see you there.”
“All right. That’s nice of you, Bakugou-san.” Momo gives him an amused smile. Odd that this barista, who gave her hell for breathing in the same space as him just a couple of hours before, is suddenly acting like a decent human being. Maybe Jirou’s right--there might be a switch inside his brain somewhere that needs to be rewired or something.
Bakugou only gives an annoyed tch and does a shooing motion. Momo takes this as her cue to start walking.
When she reaches the lobby and turns around, she sees Bakugou from a distance, still hulking about outside his cafe with his hands in his pockets. She gives him a quiet wave of a hand and a grateful smile. He just nods gruffly and goes back to the cafe without another word or gesture, as if she doesn’t exist.
Well. Isn’t he a rude one, thinks Momo as she makes her way to inside the condominium unit with a little annoyed scowl. Yet, when the guard asks her if something good happened today, she’s able to give a little smile and what the guard says is a mysterious twinkle in her eye.
When she wakes up from her duty-induced coma in the next sixteen hours, she makes up her mind to visit the NTG Cafe again.
#bnha fic#bnha rarepair month#bakugou katsuki#yaoyorozu momo#bakugou x yaoyorozu#bakumomo#cafe/hospital au#first part of the slowest of burns so nothing happens yet omg#i wanna finish this can i please have extra hours
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“Family” Bakumomo Fic Part 3
Part 3 of my Bakumomo fic where the two reluctantly adopt a kid??
NOTE: So I saw something going around that Tumblr is getting rid of posts with links in them... Normally I would link the previous parts of the fic plus my AO3, but for the time being I’m gonna play it safe. You can find the previous installments in my writing tag and find me on AO3 under the same username.
Chapter 3
Momo woke up, feeling as though she’d been hit by a truck. Her body was sore and her mind fuzzy. She felt something gripping the front of her nightgown tightly and looked down to see Itsuki, fist balled in the fabric. He was curled against her front, also lazily blinking the sleep from his eyes.
“Morning, Mama,” he mumbled slightly, giving her a warm smile. She had no idea when the last time the little boy had gotten a bath, warm food, and a warm bed. Momo felt a twinge of sadness at the thought but also felt relief that he wouldn’t be returned to that lifestyle ever again.
“Good morning, Itsuki,” she greeted warmly, petting the boy’s hair. “Did you sleep well?”
He nodded excitedly, his smile bright and infectious. “Your bed is so big! I don't think I’ve ever slept on a mattress not on the floor! And it’s so clean!”
She grit her teeth slightly, but maintained her cheery disposition. “That’s wonderful! I’m glad you liked it. You’ll never have to sleep on a dirty mattress on the floor again, I promise.”
“You really mean it?”
She patted his arm, dotingly, “I really do. Now, how does breakfast sound to you, little man?”
He seemed bewildered for a moment, before asking, “We get dinner and breakfast here? Mama… did I die when those bad guys took me? Is this heaven?”
“... No, Itsuki. Where you were was not a good or normal place. It’s typical for people to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner. You’re a growing boy, so we need to make sure you’re eating, okay?”
He smiled like the sun as he nodded his head up and down at a rate that almost made Momo worry he might break his neck. “Okay mama! Let’s hurry! Papa might be down the stairs already!”
“P-papa?” Oh, Katsuki was not going to like this.
“Yeah! The man from yesterday! You’re mama, he’s papa! You’re both heroes!”
He ran over to the door and looked to her excitedly. Confused as to why she wasn’t bounding after him, he shot her a curious look. She beckoned him to follow her.
“We’ll go shopping properly later… But the people from the office we went to last night let us borrow these clothes for you. We’ll go down for breakfast once you’ve gotten changed for the day.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean… we change out of our pjs before we go down and meet everyone else. I also need you to comb your hair. Do you need help with it?”
Befuddled, Itsuki played with one of his shaggy locks. “Brush it?”
“We washed it last night, but you have to brush it every day…”
“Every day?”
Momo felt angry again. The villains apparently hadn’t taught the boy an inch of grooming skills. She took out a soft brush and sat the boy in front of her on the bed.
“Yes, every day. We brush our teeth every day. We bathe every day. We change our clothes every day. We eat three meals and some snacks every single day.”
“That’s… a lot of stuff to do every day, mama. Do we have to? I didn’t do that stuff before…”
“I know… But things are going to be a little different from now on. Well…” she sighed. “Very different. It’s good for you to be clean and to take care of yourself.”
He seemed to contemplate this. “Does this mean it won’t be itchy all the time anymore?”
“... You will definitely be less itchy if you wash yourself and change your clothes regularly, yes.”
Itsuki brightened once more. “Ok, I’ll do it then. Being itchy is really annoying.”
Upon finishing up with that task, the two of them made their way down the stairs until they found themselves in the common area on the first floor. A few of the others were already busying themselves with breakfast and getting ready for activities for the day. It was the weekend, so they didn’t have class, but a majority of them were probably heading into town for the day.
Itsuki clung to her skirt, suddenly anxious at the sight of the other people. All the people who were… staring at him now. Strangers who… were… looking right at him…
Then he saw Katsuki and he raced right over to him, leaping into the blond’s lap. Ignoring his other, more reluctant, caretaker’s shout of surprise he waved Momo over.
“Mama! I told you papa was already downstairs! Hurry!”
Katsuki shot her a look, as if the boy calling him ‘papa’ was her fault in the slightest. I knew he wouldn’t like it…
“Good morning, Bakugou.”
“Ponytail, why is the brat in my lap.”
“Itsuki,” she chose to ignore him, “what would you like for breakfast?” At his look of confusion, she quickly figured he would eat whatever was placed in front of him. “Bagels it is then.”
Katsuki tried maneuvering his miso soup around the kid in his lap, and he was quickly becoming annoyed with how difficult it was. But he wouldn’t yell at the boy. He would complain, and gripe, and throw stink eyes at Ponytail all day long. But he wasn’t going to turn any of that, any of his aggression, on this small child. Though… he was seconds away from throwing a tantrum at their stupid, dumbass classmates who thought it was appropriate to stare openly at them.
“The fuck are you all looking at?”
“Bakugou!”
“... The hell are you all looking at?”
Momo huffed and shot Itsuki a look. “Do not repeat what Bakugou says, Itsuki. No bad words.”
Itsuki giggled. “Papa says bad words.”
“Yes he does. Do not repeat them. Bakugou-”
“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want, Princess. Now what in the hell are you freaks all looking at!?” he growled at the group that had settled themselves nearby at the tables in the dining area.
“Who’s the kid, dude?” Kirishima questioned, looking over the young boy in his best friend’s lap. “I didn’t know you had a kid?”
“Are you a moron?” Bakugou grumbled. “The kid’s six. I’m 18. How am I gonna have a six year old brat, dumbass.” He sighed, heavy and agitated. “Ponytail, tell them what’s with the kid. I don’t want to deal with this.”
Momo walked back over, breakfast for herself and Itsuki on two plates. Itsuki began grabbing eagerly for his food, Momo chiding him over table manners for a moment before looking to all her classmates.
“This is Itsuki. He’s a bit shy, so please be patient with him.”
“Itsuki as in… Katsuki?” Ochako grinned. “What a coincidence you have there.”
“Shut it you oversized balloon,” Katsuki grumbled. “Anyways, the kid’s staying with us for a bit. Don’t bug him.”
“Yeah…” Sero said. “But… what’s his deal? Where’d you guys get him from?”
“Yeah, yeah!” Mina called out. “He’s calling you mama and papa and everything! What’s the deal with that?” She looked all too excited at the prospect, her romance radar going off the rails.
“We rescued him on our patrol yesterday,” Momo said, wiping a bit of cream cheese from Ituski’s mouth. “He was taken by a group of villains. We’re keeping him safe and protected at UA until his birth family is found.”
Katsuki huffed, noting how Momo didn’t feel it necessary to tell them about the possibility of adopting the kid permanently after graduation. They didn’t know if they’d find the real family… but hey, he wasn’t going to tell them if she didn’t. He took another large spoonful of miso, making sure there was a good amount of tofu.
“So he’s gonna be living here?” Ochako asked. “With us?”
“Yes,” Momo said. “Well, with Bakugou and I. At least… if that’s what Itsuki wants-”
Itsuki suddenly looked panicked. “I don’t have to stay with people other than you and papa, right!? I don’t wanna! I wanna stay with you-”
“And you will. No one’s taking you away, Itsuki. You just got here.” Momo cupped his cheek. “You’re safe, alright?”
“Okay…”
“Now keep on with your breakfast. Good job.”
The others were grinning and Kaminari said, “You’re so lucky, kid! Yaomomo’s like all of our mom, so you’re lucky for her to be like… your mom too.”
Itsuki regarded Kaminari for a moment… before ducking next to Momo, where she sat next to Bakugou, sandwiching himself between the two of them.
“You two look like a cute little family,” Kyouka commented snarkily, a shit eating grin on her face. “Just picture perfect.”
“Shut it, earphones,” Bakugou growled out. “None of you jerks go around talking about ‘family’ or any of that crap, got it?”
“Sure,” they said, none of them looking or sounding convincing in the slightest. Momo could already tell how excited they all were to have fun with the predicament. She sent them all a look, knowing they’d be more inclined to take her seriously. She didn’t mind their teasing, as long as they left Itsuki out of it.
"But still, they let Bakugou in charge of a kid?" Sero chuckled. "That doesn't seem super smart to me."
"He's gonna be cussing up a storm in no time!" Kaminari added, jovially.
"I don't think that's quite correct..." Momo piped up, catching them off guard. "Bakugou is sweet and considerate; in his own way. Everyone has different ways to show love and care. His may be different, but that doesn't take away his meaning behind them."
Their classmates exchanged looks of surprise before they shifted into warm understanding. Or, at least they thought they understood.
"Yaomomo is so nice!"
Kirishima elbowed Katsuki in the shoulder. He understood where she was coming from completely. "She's got you there, Bakugou-"
He stopped in his tracks at the bewildered look on his self proclaimed best friend's face. Katsuki stared, somewhat openly, at Momo in what appeared to be awe. Momo turned to look back at him, offering him a kind, casual smile. As though she hadn't just sparked the beginning of something bigger. Kirishima lowered his arm, watching the exchange in quiet contemplation.
Aizawa came around shortly after. Most of their classmates had already cleared out by then, finishing breakfast. Itsuki greeted him, warmer than the others since he recognized the older man from the previous day.
“Hey, Mister.”
“Hey, kid.”
Momo and Katsuki listened intently when their teacher began instructing them on their routines for the next day. “So, while you guys are in class, Itsuki is going to be taking his own lessons or training his quirk. Then, you’ll pick him up and bring him back. That’s pretty much it. You might wanna head into town yourselves, today.”
He handed the two of them an envelope.
“What’s this?”
“Money for the kid. He’s going to need more than what the bureau gave him yesterday. Clothes, grooming stuff, some toys probably. I don’t know, whatever kids need.”
“Ah…” Momo looked down at the envelope. “I can’t say I’m particularly experienced with children and what they need…”
Katsuki was quiet, but he agreed. The two of them were an only child and a rich girl; they probably didn’t have the same experiences as most children anyways. He could at least relate to having been a little boy. Or a normal child at all, albeit aggressive.
“It’ll be fine. You don’t wanna make the stuff yourself anyways,” he knew she didn’t like making things she could buy unless she had to, “so we’ll just head into town and browse for a bit. Maybe research some stuff he’ll need and the rest can be fun.” He suddenly felt the need to reassure her. To let her know things would work out. Even though he didn’t really want a part in this… It seemed to calm her anyway, making him feel a bit better as well.
The three of them made their way out of the dorms and, with the money and the permission slip from Aizawa, they hopped on a tram into town.
Opening the envelope, they discovered a large sum of money. Even Momo was surprised. “What on earth are we supposed to buy with all this?” she wondered.
“Hell,” Katsuki gripped the cash intently, “we can buy this kid a bike with even just the leftovers… damn. We could buy this kid like… ten bikes.”
“Bikes!” Itsuki cheered.
“We won’t be buying ten bikes,” Momo scolded halfheartedly, seeing the two of them pout. “But we can probably afford to get a bike. Let’s focus on clothes and sneakers first.”
“Oh!” Itsuki got excited again. “Sneakers!”
Momo thought to Itsuki’s barefoot form from the day before, angry once more with the tattered clothes and dirtiness. She would give this boy a healthy environment to grow up in if it was the last thing she did.
They quickly found a shop for children’s clothes and Katsuki, at Momo’s strong urgings, called his mom, not entirely sure what to look for.
“Katsuki?”
“Hey, hag.”
“Stop calling me that, you little shit. What’s the matter? You never call.”
“What shit do kids need?”
The other line went quiet for a moment. “What?”
“Yeah, what stuff do kids need? Like, shirts and junk I know but what kind of underwear do-”
“Bakugou Katsuki, did you get a girl pregnant?”
“What!?” His cheeks flared up in both anger and embarrassment. “No, you psycho! I did not get a girl pregnant!”
Momo looked over in concern at the sudden yelling, feeling a little silly with the Pikachu themed hoodie she was showing Itsuki. The little boy seemed enthralled with it, however, commenting that it looked like “that weird yellow guy from this morning.”
“Then why are you discussing children with me right now? Over the phone?”
“Look, it’s a long story but me and my classmate are in charge of this kid temporarily. We’re out buying him stuff and neither of us have a single clue on what to get him.”
“... I expect you to bring him and the girl over soon.”
“Stop.”
“Okay, so you’re going to need…” and she began to tell him all the essentials of a little boy’s closet and household. Toys, clothes, pjs, his own plates and utensils, coloring books, school supplies…
“Shit… kids are more than I thought,” Katsuki grumbled quietly to Momo as Itsuki changed into another pair of shorts in the dressing room.
Momo laughed lightly. “Well, I think as far as kids go, this one is well behaved. We just need to make sure he’s well taken care of for the time being.”
He looked over her. Her dark hair was surprisingly down, cascading in a black curtain down her back. Her features were soft and feminine, making her namesake of a peach very fitting. She smiled warmly as Itsuki brought her over another thing he wanted to try on, very excited about being allowed to pick out all these clothes he could wear. The very concept of light up sneakers was clearly blowing the kid’s mind.
Katsuki had always figured Momo would be one of those people that motherhood would look good on. He underestimated that. Angrily, he shook his head. He didn’t have time to be dragged down by shit like this. He couldn’t argue that Momo was insanely attractive; nearly everyone in their class if not their school appreciated the young woman’s good looks and charms.
He thought himself better than that though.
But now…
“Are we almost done here?” He dragged a hand down his face roughly, hoping to make it seem from boredom rather than trying to rub the sudden heat growing in his cheeks.
“Yeah, papa, we’re done!”
“Kid, you’re gonna have to stop-”
“Next is the toy shop then. We need to look into getting you that bike!” Momo cut him off, heading over to the counter with all of their purchases. The cashier looked somewhat confused at what she perceived as a young couple paying for a huge haul for their somehow six year old son.
“Alright. Kid, we’re gonna get you the sickest bike you’ve ever seen.”
#bakumomo#my writing#bakugou katsuki#yaoyorozu momo#fanfiction#writing#bnha#boku no hero academia#my hero academia
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The Heart is a Muscle
The Heart is a Muscle
by Ashitawo
It starts with a stolen glance. Bakugou Katsuki's eyes widen at the shock of red hair currently by Jirou Kyouka's side. Her reclusive spouse, people around them whisper. He works in radio, Katsuki remembers Momo, his wife, telling him once. Jirou met him while guesting at his show and it was as the cliches say: love at first sight. His smiles are wide and dangerous. His charm, contagious. Katsuki hates him immediately.
Words: 12902, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Healthy Relationships
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42644892
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The Scientific Method
The Scientific Method
by FaeQueenInu
It was one simple question. One tiny little seed of doubt from a villain that she had no reason to listen to. But the question sat. And the question festered. And soon, the rot set in, with the incessant curiosity taking root.
Momo never handled not having answers very well.
So, she decided to get them herself.
Words: 5121, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M
Characters: Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Shouji Mezou, Jirou Kyouka, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yagi Toshinori | All Might
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto & Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya & Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo, Shouji Mezou & Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Yaoyorozu Momo, Class 1-A & Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Shouji Mezou
Additional Tags: Endgame Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Villain Bakugou Katsuki, Villain Todoroki Shouto, Aged-Up Character(s), Pro Hero Yaoyorozu Momo, Pro Hero Iida Tenya, Yaoyorozu Momo-centric, BAMF Yaoyorozu Momo, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Crack Treated Seriously, Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Suggestive Themes, Nothing explicit, just banter and also Shouto being a simp lol, Chaos Trio Plus One
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41411361
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Bakugo's Quirk Marriage
Bakugo's Quirk Marriage
by ValeEmber
Bakguo never grew. Bakugo never apologised. He allowed the jealousy to pester within for years as he found himself forever stuck in the shadow of the new Number 1 hero, Deku. Despite hearing it from the horrors from Shoto all those years ago, Bakugo found himself tempted down the same path. If he couldn't surpass All Might, maybe his genes could.
He'll jump from one woman to the other, in order to find that perfect quirk combination.
Words: 2778, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Katsuki's Family, Midoriya Izuku, Deku, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Yaoyorozu Momo, Original Characters, OC, OCs, Todoroki Family
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki/Original Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Original Female Character(s), Bakugou Katsuki & Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Quirk Marriages, Quirk Discrimination, Quirk Training, Abusive Parents, Abusive Relationships, Physical Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Codependency, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Child Abandonment, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Family Dynamics, pro hero, what if
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44705299
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Bakumomo Plus#♧#Bakumomo#Izuku Midoriya#Deku#📚#⚤#R:T#A:Vale#Future Fic#Abuse
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The Heart is a Muscle
The Heart is a Muscle
by Ashitawo
It starts with a stolen glance. Bakugou Katsuki's eyes widen at the shock of red hair currently by Jirou Kyouka's side. Her reclusive spouse, people around them whisper. He works in radio, Katsuki remembers Momo, his wife, telling him once. Jirou met him while guesting at his show and it was as the cliches say: love at first sight. His smiles are wide and dangerous. His charm, contagious. Katsuki hates him immediately.
Words: 12902, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Multi
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kirishima Eijirou
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Healthy Relationships
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42644892
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Y Nos Colamos Con la Brisa
y nos colamos con la brisa (y navegamos con el viento)
by Anonymous
Wherein a human Bakugou Katsuki and a mermaid Yaoyorozu Momo found themselves entangled in what seemed to be a fairytale only, it wasn't theirs.
Words: 2254, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka, Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku, Todoroki Shouto
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Bakugou Katsuki & Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto
Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Mermaid Yaoyorozu Momo, Human Bakugou Katsuki, Romeo and Juliet elements, Little Mermaid Elements, but not Bakumomo they're just along for the ride, Meet-Ugly, they're so done with their friends, Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Dual POV, Bakugou loves the sea so much like very much
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43127340
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Tododeku Plus#💝#💛#Side Tododeku#Bakumomo·#♡#R:T#A:Anonymous#No Quirks AU#Merperson AU
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Carefully, I was going to live.
carefully, i was going to live.
by richietozier kinnie
(Title inspired by "Last Words of a Shooting Star" by Mitski.)
They're villains, Tenya can recognise that. They live in an abandoned bar, they wear dark and moody clothing, and they all seem to have some kind of snarky look to give him. He feels like he recognises too many of these people - he blames it again on newscasts of wanted villains.
Words: 2835, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: F/M, M/M
Characters: Iida Tenya, Bakugou Katsuki, Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Yaoyorozu Momo, Toga Himiko
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Iida Tenya, Bakugou Katsuki/Yaoyorozu Momo, Iida Tenya/Toga Himiko
Additional Tags: all f/m ships are brief and fleeting and unhealthy soz, Villain Iida Tenya, Hero Killer Stain Arc, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Protective Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, i mean it this time hooray!, Complicated Relationships, Fake Character Death, Kamino Ward Arc, (later on), Hurt/Comfort, Additional Warnings In Author's Note
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41674218
#AO3 Feed#FanFiction#AO3 Bakuiida Plus#♧#Bakuiida#Bakumomo#📚#💨#💣#⚤#⚣#R:M#W:V#A:Richietozier#Villain AU
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