If you asked anybody who knew Bakugou Katsuki, they would say with absolute confidence that he hated the rain.
They would say that he hated how cold it made him feel. They’d comment on how he disliked how it diluted his sweat when his hands got wet, making his quirk less effective. A few that were particularly close to him would even say that Bakugou thinks the rain is a mood-killer for the day, that your to-do list would be a lot more enjoyable if dreary, overcast skies didn’t hang over your head.
Nobody took that last point to heart; Bakugou wasn’t exactly the sappy, poetic type.
But they were all true. Rain was inefficient in Bakugou’s eyes. It was depressing, gross, annoying. He hated it with every fiber of his being.
Or at least, he did.
Before when he thought of rain, he thought of the miserable day ahead.
Now he thinks of hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon and a warmed blanket waiting for him after he has to trudge through a downpour.
He thinks of warm, calloused hands pulling him from his shelter from the storm, grip wet but tight, the concrete slick under their feet but the arm around his waist steady, and he hears the laughter that bubbles out of his throat as they twirl, which matches the laughter oh so close to him, breathing life into him like his own personal ball of sunshine.
He thinks of clouds parting as the last few drops fall from the sky, the sun’s rays shining through the tiny droplets and casting a vibrant rainbow across the horizon. He thinks of a wide, sharp-toothed smile, red eyes glimmering equally from the gaps of sunshine and awe as they take in the view, and Bakugou wishes he felt the same, he really did, but the sight before him is even more striking than anything nature could ever create.
If you asked anybody who knew Bakugou Katsuki, they would say with absolute confidence that he hated the rain.
If you asked Bakugou Katsuki, he would say that rain was his absolute favorite thing in the world.
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Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 2: Rain! Also on AO3!
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Synopsis: Kirishima is looking forward to Christmas and decides to pleasantly surprise his boyfriend, Bakugo, with a charming Christmas jumper. The question lingers: will Bakugo be on board with the idea of matching Christmas sweaters?
A/N: this oneshot was written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents
My prompt was: sweaters
Kirishima stepped out of the flat he shared with Bakugo, and a burst of laughter escaped him. The snowfall had turned the world into a winter wonderland, and he found himself mesmerized by the delicate dance of snowflakes. His crimson eyes sparkled with childlike delight as he walked through the snow-covered streets, his head tilted back to catch the flakes on his face.
Soon, the hero stepped into the bustling Christmas market. The entire place was a kaleidoscope of colors and festive lights, and the snowfall added a touch of magic to the already enchanting atmosphere.
Despite Kirishima's excitement about the Christmas market, there was a twinge of disappointment when Bakugo declined the invitation to join him. How could he opt for baking mundane, spicy muffins instead of accompanying him to the enchanting Christmas market?! Yet, Kirishima couldn't help but smile inwardly, recognizing that his boyfriend's gruff demeanor was precisely what captivated him. He loved Bakugo just the way he was — always angry and negative about everything. They complemented each other so well!
As he strolled through the Christmas market, Kirishima couldn't resist the festive allure of the stalls. The aroma of hot cocoa and the twinkling lights created an atmosphere of pure joy. He meandered through the market, picking up small gifts and treats until he found himself standing in front of a stall adorned with handmade Christmas sweaters.
The older lady behind the stall greeted him with a warm smile, and her eyes lit up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't Red Riot! What brings my favorite hero to my humble little stall today?"
Kirishima blushed, appreciating the recognition. "Hello!! Just taking a break from hero duties to enjoy the holiday season. Your sweaters caught my eye, they're amazing!"
The lady chuckled, "I'm glad you like them, Red Riot. Anything in particular you're looking for?"
Kirishima's gaze fell upon the green-bottle colored sweater with a charming reindeer motif. "Actually, this one is perfect. I'd like two of them, please — one for me and one for my boyfriend. He's a bit of a firecracker, but I think he'll love this."
The lady grinned, "A matching set, how sweet! You sure have a good eye, Red Riot."
Kirishima chuckled at the wordplay, "Thanks! I thought the reindeer motif was a nice touch. Plus, the green will really stand out and match our eyes! Did you make them all yourself?”
"Yes, indeed. Been knitting these for years. It brings me joy to see people appreciate the art of handmade crafts during the holidays."
“How much do I owe you?"
After the transaction, Kirishima thanked the lady, expressing his gratitude for the beautiful sweaters. As he left the stall, he couldn't wait to surprise Bakugo with the festive gifts, imagining the delight on his boyfriend's face when he saw the matching Christmas sweaters.
Kirishima returned home, paper bags filled with goods in hand. Before stepping inside, he shook off the clinging snow from his shoulders and dusted his shoes to rid them of the winter frost. "I'm home!" he announced cheerfully. After kicking off his shoes and slipping into reindeer-motif slippers, he made his way to the kitchen, where Bakugo was engrossed in mixing dry ingredients for cupcakes.
"Where the hell have ya been, weird hair?! Didn't you say you would be gone for half an hour? You were absent for almost two goddamn hours!" Bakugo's tone was as fiery as ever.
Kirishima grinned, unfazed by Bakugo's irritation. "What, did you miss me?" he chuckled. "Awwww, how adorable!" Leaning in, he planted a playful kiss on Bakugo's cheek, earning himself an angry "tsch" sound from the ash-blonde man.
Kirishima proceeded to unpack the bags, revealing various goodies he had picked up from the Christmas market. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Bakugo, who was still busy with the cupcake preparations. "Guess what, Katsuki?" Kirishima grinned, his excitement barely contained. "I met this awesome older lady at the market. She was selling handmade knitted sweaters, and I couldn't resist getting us a little something."
"Don't ya dare tell me you got me a freaking sweater," Bakugo growled, not looking up from his task.
Kirishima's grin widened, and he enthusiastically nodded his head, continuing to unpack the bags. "Oh, but I did! And not just any sweater. I got us matching ones!" He pulled out the green-bottle colored sweaters with reindeer motifs, holding them up for Bakugo to see.
Bakugo glanced at the sweaters and then shot Kirishima a skeptical look. "Matching? Seriously, Eijiro?"
Kirishima chuckled, ignoring Bakugo's grumbling. "Trust me, you're gonna love them. They're cozy, warm, fluffy, festive, and totally capture the holiday spirit."
"I'm not wearing one of those tacky things. They're itchy, uncomfortable, and just plain stupid,” Bakugo commented simply.
Eijiro pouted, his lower lip jutting out in the cutest way. "Come on, Blasty, it's all in good fun! Plus, imagine at our Christmas party when everyone sets their eyes on us wearing these matching sweaters! We're going to be the absolute stars of the show!. It'll be a blast."
As Bakugo examined the sweater, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a warm satisfaction. The festive surprise was sure to add a touch of holiday magic to their home.
"Damn it, Kirishima!" Bakugo bellowed, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “I'll look absurd in this outfit, Hair-for-Brains.”
"Come on, Katsuki, just give it a shot. Humor me and try the sweater on, okay?" Kirishima pleaded with an earnest grin.
Bakugo's temper flared, and without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of flour from the countertop. In one swift, furious motion, he flung it in Kirishima's direction, his aim unerring. "Shitty Hair, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm wearing that garbage!" Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing as he watched the flour cascade over Kirishima. “I already told ya no, and better accept it, man.”
Kirishima, caught off guard, blinked as the flour settled on his hair and shoulders. He wiped his face, managing a sheepish grin. "Whoa, Bakugo! Easy there! What's your problem?"
Bakugo, undeterred, continued his tirade. "Problem? This crap’s the problem! I don't need this festive crap ruining my reputation. Real heroes don't wear ridiculous sweaters with damn reindeers!"
Kirishima chuckled, attempting to brush the flour off his clothes. "Lighten up, man! It's just for a bit of holiday cheer!”
Bakugo scoffed, grabbing another handful of flour. This time, he aimed at Kirishima’s head with pinpoint accuracy. "Cheer? I'll show you cheer!"
The flour exploded around Kirishima, creating a makeshift cloud of white powder. Kirishima coughed, his grin faltering. "You're impossible, Blasty!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. "But you know what? I think you'll come around.”
Bakugo scowled, throwing a final glance at Kirishima before returning to his baking endeavors. Little did he know, amidst the chaos and flour-covered, tiny argument, a seed of reluctant amusement may have been planted in his explosive heart.
In the quiet aftermath of their flour-filled encounter, the apartment settled into a serene stillness. Kirishima, exhausted from the shopping, retreated to their shared bedroom for a much-needed nap, leaving the infamous sweaters on the nightstand by his side of the king-sized bed.
As the scent of Bakugo's spicy muffins lingered in the air, Bakugo himself finished up in the kitchen. In a moment of introspection, he admitted to himself that perhaps he had been too harsh on his boyfriend.
Katsuki tiptoed into the bedroom, where Kirishima was peacefully napping. The sweaters lay innocently on the nightstand, beckoning him like a challenge. Without waking Kirishima, Bakugo swiped one of the sweaters and made his way to the bathroom downstairs.
Upon entering the bathroom, Bakugo swiftly flipped the light switch, unveiling the vibrant, reindeer-themed sweater in all its glory. As Katsuki reluctantly tried it on, he couldn't deny that it was warm and comfortable. The soft fabric felt good against his rough skin, and he couldn't help but secretly enjoy the coziness of it.
Bakugo stood before the mirror, eyeing his reflection with a begrudging appreciation. The dark green hue of the sweater complemented his eyes and light hair, emphasizing his features in an unexpected way. The reindeer, though still an absurd concept to him, somehow added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise fierce hero. A rare smile tugged at the corners of Bakugo's lips as he took in the sight. The warmth of the sweater seemed to melt away his stubborn resistance, leaving behind a sense of reluctant contentment.
As he admired himself in the mirror, a soft chuckle escaped him, and a secret thought crossed his mind — maybe, just maybe, Kirishima's festive idea wasn't as terrible as he initially believed. His boyfriend had a way of making even the Grinchiest of hearts melt.
Little did Bakugo know that he was being observed from the stairs by Eijiro, who had woken up after Bakugo took the sweater. Red Riot descended the stairs quietly to ensure Bakugo hadn't discarded the sweater, and to his delight, he witnessed his boyfriend trying it on willingly.
Kirishima hurried back upstairs, donned his own sweater, and then descended once again. After a gentle knock on the bathroom door, he opened it, peering at Bakugo's reflection in the mirror. "You did it! You put on a Christmas sweater without being forced to do it! You have no idea how happy I am! And look, I have mine on, too! Look at how cute we look!" Kirishima moved closer to Bakugo, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist and admiring their reflections together.
"I look like an idiot, don't I?" Katsuki muttered, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Eijiro chuckled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek gently. "You look amazing, Blasty! And it's not just the sweater. You always look amazing, handsome."
Katsuki's scowl softened into a small smile, and he pressed his lips against Eijiro's in a loving kiss. "Alright, alright, I'll wear the damn sweater. I have to say, it's not that awful."
Eijiro's face lit up with joy, and he wrapped his arms around Katsuki in a tight hug. "You won't regret it, I promise! This is going to be the best Christmas ever! Oh boy!"
Eijiro hesitantly pulled his phone from the black jeans pocket, looking at Bakugo with a sheepish grin. "Hey, Katsuki, mind if I snap a picture of us in these awesome sweaters? I was thinking of posting it on my Instagram..."
Anticipating a fiery response, Eijiro was surprised when Bakugo took the phone from his hand. To his even greater surprise, Bakugo snapped a series of nice pictures himself.
"Just post the one where I look the fiercest, okay?" Bakugo grumbled. "I want all those people following you to know that even though I'm wearing a goddamn Christmas shirt, I'm still a hero that should be feared and respected!"
Kirishima replied cockily, "Sure thing, handsome! Let me tell ya the Christmas spirit suits you, Katsuki."
Bakugo, not one to dwell on compliments, decided to shut Kirishima up in the sweetest way possible. Without a word, he pulled Kirishima close and planted a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips, effectively silencing any further teasing with the warmth of their shared affection.
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“KATSUKI!”
Katsuki doesn’t even get a chance to turn around before what felt like a fucking truck slams into his back, almost knocking him to the sidewalk; it’s only his pro hero training that keeps him from eating asphalt.
He doesn’t throw the person off of him though, or even feel a wave of rage take over his body from the sudden attack. Instead, his entire form completely relaxes as familiar arms clad in a UA uniform are flung over his shoulders in a hug from behind, and Katsuki looks to the side, meeting the bright, sharp-toothed grin already aimed his way as the other boy props his head on his shoulder, his own smile tugging at his lips.
“Hey babe!”
“Hey Ei,” Katsuki greets back, before he cocks an eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Esuha right now?”
“Nah. Fat and Amajiki had to get ready for a mission, so he let me off early.” Eijirou’s smile grows bigger, somehow. “Thought I’d surprise you by meeting you here. It’s the end of your shift, right?”
Katsuki nods. “Yeah, I was heading back to Endeavor’s now.”
“Cool!” The arms around his neck tighten. “Carry me back?”
“You can walk perfectly fine yourself, idiot,” Katsuki says, rolling his eyes. His statement doesn’t stop him from hooking his hands behind Eijirou’s knees and hoisting him up onto his back with a grunt, his boyfriend’s arms hugging fully around his shoulders as his head settles against Katsuki’s.
Ahead of them, Katsuki can spot Deku trying and failing to hide a smile behind his hand; meanwhile, Icy Hot is blatantly staring at them, giving them a thumbs up with that stupid blank face of his. It makes Katsuki’s face burn, and he weakly splutters out a, “Fuck off! Ain’t you got better shit to do?!” Much to his chagrin, the threat only earns a laugh from the nerd and a shrug from the half-and-half bastard, but they both turn around and continue on to Endeavor’s agency anyway.
Meanwhile, Eijirou is laughing, Katsuki hearing it right next to his ear and feeling it from where Eijirou’s chest is pressed against his back.
“I can drop you, you know,” Katsuki warns, even as he tightens his grip around Eijirou’s legs and continues walking.
The statement only earns him a snort. “Sure, man.” Eijirou’s chin is propped on his shoulder again. “So, got any plans for the night?”
Katsuki smirks. “You mean besides helping you with math homework? I know you weren’t paying attention in Ectoplasm’s class today?”
A pout forms on Eijirou’s lips. “It’s not my fault my boyfriend is super cute and distracting! It’s hard to focus when you’ve got that adorable furrow to your brow when you’re concentrating really hard!”
Katsuki chokes, his steps faltering as his face quickly flames, and he pinches the back of Eijirou’s knee in retaliation. “D-Don’t blame me for that shit! Fucker. Can’t just say shit like that like it’s nothing, what the hell.”
Eijirou snickers, and a kiss is pressed against Katsuki’s neck. “Sorry Kats, but it’s true!”
“Whatever.” His gaze stays glued to the sidewalk in an attempt to hide his red face. Not that the plan really works since Eijirou’s face is mere inches away from his own. “I guess when we’re done studying we could watch a movie or something,” he continues, eyes flicking up to Eijirou for a second.
It’s long enough to catch his wide grin, and his arms squeeze around Katsuki’s shoulders again. “Sounds like a plan.”
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A request for piggy back hugs with kiribaku from @cltrln3. Thanks for the suggestion! :D
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Hello....If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....
this is such a delicious question ty for asking - i have a series made on ao3 here where i list all my 'recommendations' which is basically just the fics i enjoyed writing the most, or that i think stand on their own really well, besides the obvious fics that did really well (tnahp and president of krbk club).
reasons why i like those recommended fics specifically:
Reflex - the dialogue in this one just flowed out so easy when i was writing it. think i actually got possessed by the seijoh seniors here, they're so funny and i don't even think i can take credit for it, i legit think they possessed me to write 'a day in their life' fic
skin hunger - also think klance possessed me here, they're so funny and stupid in this i genuinely forget i wrote this and laugh at my own writing it's actually so egotistical 😅
katabasis - written when i was taking a greek mythology course and i got obsessed with the theme of katabasis 'journey to the underworld to retrieve what you lost' and also i was itching to write a proper angst kl death fic. really exercised my writing education here because for once i wasn't relying on surface-level jokes and was really trying to make it hurt. dunno if it succeeded but i had fun nevertheless!
tell me again, do you love me? - main reason why i love this fic is because of lance. he's so solid and grown in this fic, the way i always wanted him to evolve into, in the actual show. i love that i got to write a lance that was in love with keith, with his job, that would die for his team, and was just casual (if not slightly annoyed) by it all.
i can be needy (way too damn needy) - i just think bakugou deserves to relax and i think kirishima would be proud to be reliable enough to be a grounding rod/hero for the one gunning to be the number 1 hero
disarm me - i just think bakugou deserves to learn how to love and i think kirishima would combust to receive love from someone who's entire thing is Laser Focus Determination.
(jokes asides, i adore #5 and #6 for the exercise it gave me in trying to depict bakugou's complex emotions with inferiority, longing, desperation, and commitment, through his interactions with the people around him and specifically with kirishima)
7. make me your hero (surrender your crown) - this fic came out of left field. it's a video game fic, and so incredibly Not Serious. i was just getting tired of the harem!traveler fics and just wanted one where they were badass and frankly unnerving, instead. it's unlikely i'll finish it though - but it was super fun to write video game mechanics
and that's it! thank you for such a fun question, i had a great time answering these!! i welcome any and all questions about my fics
and obviously i like all the fics i post, otherwise i would not be posting them, but the above fics are cream of the crop for me personally
kind of interested to know if anyone has differing tastes - are there any of my fics that you guys think are particularly special to you personally? did any of the ones i listed surprise you?
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