#Think Ending Katsuki Bakugo

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déjà vu

déjà vu : a french term that translates to "already seen." It is a phenomenon where an individual feels a strong sense of familiarity or recognition with a current situation.

bnha chap. 362 n 403 spoilers ! childhood friends to lovers can you tell i'm inlove with this trope oooorrr…, angsty?? bittersweet hurt/comfort ?? fem reader, reader's height isn't specified but is shorter than katsuki's, reader gets a bit insecure but katsuki fixes that up rq, reader is very mushy n inlove with katsuki, (but aren't we all) katsuki loves reader very much in return

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks about primary school. you’re both ten, double digits. foolishly believing you were all grown up. katsuki’s fingers are white and dry from cleaning up the chalkboard, since you guys were tasked for clean up duty today.

or at least, you were. but your classmate suddenly vanished without a word and katsuki, as nice and helpful as he was (to you, at least) decided to stay behind to help you, don’t ask him where your cleaning buddy went, he has absolutely no idea and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

“ y’know—” he starts, soaking the soggy sponge into the water bucket next to him, then squeezing it out. “when we’re done with this stupid school stuff, i’ll go pro.” he states, slapping the sponge onto the board, creating a loud splat noise.

you, having heard this time and time before, simply look at him and smile, placing your classmates chairs on top of their desks row by row “mhm, i know !” you grin “ 'n you’ll be number one, right ?” you’re standing in between two desks, hands playing with your uniform skirt behind your back.

“hell yeah i will !” katsuki boasts, smirking. he scrubs at the board a little more vigorously.

“bad word !” you tease, giggling as you point at him “ 'm gonna tell miss you said a cuss word again !”

he huffs, turning around to scrunch his nose up and stick his tongue out at you, you stick yours out back playfully. “as if i care ! yer too much of a wuss to snitch on me anyways.”

“no I’m not, i’ll do it right now !” katsuki rolls his red eyes at you, returning to his task and wiping the board down in a zig zag motion. “ i don’t care” he reiterates.

you pout at his back and just then get an idea you’re sure will piss him off, a cat like grin pulls at your lips.

“okaaayy … then i’ll just tell your mom !” you sing, bursting into giggles when he swiftly turns around and waves the wet sponge in your direction. he’s too far to reach you but you dodge anyway, just to mess with him.

“no you won’t.”

“yeah, i will !” you counter, blowing a raspberry at him. you both break out into a fit of giggles when he aggressively dips the sponge into the water and flicks the droplets at you once more, before he decides to close the distance and chase you around your cramped little classroom growling and screaming, threatening you with the dirty sponge.

you’re squealing and giggling and laughing, trying to fend him off with a broom and even then, at ten. then when the concept of cherishing memories of the time you spend together wasn’t even an afterthought in his mind, katsuki remembers wishing he could stay with you like this forever.

when you’re both out of breath the classroom is just as messy—if not messier than it usually is. you give eachother a look then belly laugh some more.

you’re picking up chairs again and katsuki’s helping you, so it goes even faster. you don’t wanna go home because you won’t be seeing him anymore, but you have to admit your eager to finish and leave school.

katsuki’s back is to you on the second row and he can’t see you looking at him from the back row, he decides it’s time he says what he wanted to say before you got distracted. he clutches the legs of the chair he’s holding a little tighter.

“hey,” his voice comes suddenly in the quiet, it surprises you a little, you hum in response “ 'm really gonna go pro when we’re done with school, y’know.” he insisted.

you tilt your head wearily, looking at him with his back still turned to you. “yeah, i know.” you respond “you said that already.” you’re confused, he can’t hear the scrapping noise of the wooden chairs anymore, it’s annoyingly too quiet now.

“ you’re coming with me” he pauses, turning to you a little so you catch a peak of his quickly reddening face. it sounds like a statement but even then you know better. you don’t miss a beat, nodding furiously “uhuh, always !” his cheeks flare up more as he turns fully towards you. he walks over until the only thing separating you is the desk in between. he turns his back to you again to lean against the desk seperating you both.

“you’ll be with me, and we’ll be pro's together” he maintained. he feels his chest tighten when you offer him more of your pretty bright smiles and nods, you smile at him the way he knows you don’t with the other boys in class who are stupid enough to think they deserve even a second of your time and it makes him feel a little bit more confident as he speaks more clearly “a-and I’ll be number one, and you’ll be number two. but not behind me, with me, yknow ?” he feels stupid for having to explain himself but you don’t mind, as long as you can stay with katsuki you don’t mind which number you are. you move across the table so you can stand next to him. you nod and he let's out a little huff and a smile starts pulling at his mouth.

"a-and" he gulps " 'n then—i'll marry you."

it's quiet for just moment.

and then you register what he said and feel your entire body heat up.

"w-wha ?! " you sputter "marry me ?!" your wide eyes startle him as he glances at you but refuses to look over again. he's red to the tips of his ears, pulling at the bottom of his now longer tucked in shirt. despite the growing lump in his throat, he nods.

"mhm," he kicks at an eraser laying on the floor, the only noise heard coming from it hitting a wall a little further. you don't see where, you're still looking at him. " my ma says i can't do it now, since it's...illegal, or something." he scoffs dissaprovingly "b-but..when 'm older," he sucks in a breath, then suddenly turns to you causing you to sit up straighter in suprise, you feel your hands gripping the desk tighter and tighter as your face feels more and more on fire. "when i'm older—i'll do it. that way, none of those other losers will look at you."

he looks way more flustered than you but he's sitting up straight still, eyes determined and unwavering and it knocks the wind out of you, because for as long as you can remember katsuki's been the coolest.

there's absolutely no doubt in your mind he's embarrassed. if his face wasn't a dead give away, his posture and demeanor give it away just as much. you've known him for a long time now, since you were 6 years old and he had walked up to you. little newbie you, who had transferred in the middle of the school year and with nobody to play with. he was there, head held high with his friends in tow behind him, demanding to know what your quirk was and the rest was history.

katsuki persists even when he knows the odds are low, he perseveres and keeps kicking and punching and blowing up everything in his path where anyone else would've given up while they had the chance. like when he fought against those 4th graders while you were all still only in 2nd grade. his face was all messed up and he had a nosebleed, but he ended up winning. because he swore he would keep winning.

'cus that's what heroes do.'

katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'd win. even here, when he isn't fighting, instead confessing to you. he's red-faced, embarrassed out of his mind and nervous, but his shoulders are squared and there's no doubt in his eyes after he had just told you he would marry you. when he thought about being older, he thought about you being there with him.

and even after what you'd heard all you can think is that your katsuki is so cool.

so with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty little cramped classroom, you give him your response.

"mhm ! "

katsuki thinks about his last year of middle school.

today's the last day of your middle school life before you go off to high school and katsuki couldn't be happier to leave this shitty school. he's 15 now. older, but besides his features, remained the same (to you, at least) .

it's your last day and you finish it off with cleaning duty, ironically, and he remembers that day back in elementary. then proceeds to shake it off, hoping to shake off the embarrassing memories. but it doesn't seem to work because it feels like the universe is seriously fucking with him.

you're the one tasked with cleaning duty again and with your cleaning buddy, yet again, being nowhere to be found. katsuki yet again staying behind to help you out. and again, katsuki has absolutely no idea where your buddy went and has absolutely nothing to do with it. at all.

it shouldn't be anything new, he stays and helps, albeit begrudingly, every time you have cleaning duty. but it feels different somehow. katsuki chalks it up to it being the end of the year.

the only difference from last time is you actually finish in record time. usually, that would've been great news, less time at school and even more free time katsuki can spend with you.

but you're quiet today.

you usually chat his ear off, and just because it's you, he chat's right back. wether you're messing around teasing each other or just talking about your day at school or who's house you're staying over at for the afternoon and which movie you're watching, you're always talking about something. it's comforting where he'd usually think it to be annoying with anyone else. but they aren't you.

and he doesn't like it.

when you finish you reach for your bag sitting neatly on top of your desk but katsuki stops you, grabbing your wrist. the feel of your soft skin has him involentarily flushing lightly, he ignores it in favor of squeezing your wrist when you don't immediately look back at him.

"what's up with you ?" he questioned gruffly. it comes out harsh, but that's not what you hear. you've known katsuki for a long time, after all. he's worried, you can tell. his words are rough around the edges but his eyes are soft, filled with care and the soft stroke of his thumb against you skin sends slight shivers down your spine when you turn to look at him shyly.

you open your mouth to deny him, but he can practically read your mind "don't give me that 'nothinngg' bullshit" your nose scrunches at the way his voice raises in pitch as he crudely mimicks you and a little smirk pulls at his face for only a moment before it falls again " don't go lyin' to me. know i hate that shit" he rasped.

you sigh, he's known you just as long as you'd known him after all.

you lean against your desk and he copies you, your shoulders brushing as he scoots himself a little closer to you. you jump up a little to sit on your desk, you're the same height as him like this. he scoots a little closer and turns to look at you, placing his hands on your desk to lean on it, fingers inches away from yours.

"i just—" you faltered "this our last day of school. when the day is over we'll be high schoolers." you stated. katsuki scoffs jokingly and leans a bit closer to you "what ? you tellin' me youre gonna miss this dump ? last i heard, you were the first one who wanted to leave so you wouldn't have to deal with mr. nakamura anymore." he jests, trying to lighten the mood as best he could, the worry in his eyes still shining bright. a smile pulls at the corner of his lips when you huff out a little giggle.

"yeah well, i won't be missing mr. nakamura. or his stupid tests" you pretend to shiver as you cringe "at all." katsuki let's out a cute chuckle. he's like a magnet, you feel yourself scooting closer to where he's leaning next to you, like you're being pulled closer to him, you don't mind. you never mind being close to katsuki.

"but..?" he coaxed, knowing that wasn't all you wanted to say.

"but.." you continue "but i'll miss this, yknow ? like—the school itself wasn't..the best" katsuki scoffs in response but doesn't interrupt "the teachers weren't either. but—i dunno—this. being here." you confess, you stare down at your shoes as you kicks your legs aimlessly into the air " we've spent such a long time here, and now we're leaving. we went from being the youngest—to the oldest, to going back to being the youngest again, and that in itself isn't the problem.."

"then what is ?" he raises a brow.

"we're gonna be in a completely different school, with completely different people—"

"but we'll be together." he interrupts "you said you wanted to go to ua too" you said you were gonna stay with me is what he wants to say, but it's childish and that wouldn't be fair to you.

"of course, i still do !" you reassure "but—there'll be tons of new, strong, cool people at ua.."

"maybe even stronger and cooler than me.." you trail off. you don't need to say more for katsuki to understand what you mean and it pissed him off.

"shut up." he growls.

"katsuki—"

"no. shut the fuck up." he's right in front of you before you can blink. you reflexively part your legs and he takes the opportunity to stand even closer to you, right in your space. you feels your cheeks warm at the proximity, your close enough to see it's apparently affecting him too, his cheeks turning a cute pink but as stubborn as your katsuki is he doesn't budge. as usual.

you don't exactly know what you and katsuki are. you know you like him, you know you have for a long time. and you'd like to believe he likes you too. he doesn't act the way he does with you the way he does with his other friends (or his lackeys as he calls them, you're the only one he openly calls his friend) but he doesn't really have anyone close to him besides you, so you don't know if he'd act this way with someone else.

the thought leaves a nasty taste in your mouth, so you decide to focus on something else. something else being katsuki, of course, he's all up in your space. his gaze not allowing you to look or even think about anything else but him.

"who i meet at ua doesn't fuckin' matter, they'll all be weaksauce compared to me anyway" he states smugly, causing you to huff out a laugh again " i don't care if theyre cool, or strong" his nose scrunches up in disgust as he quips venomously "i don't care about any of that—and i don't hang out with you because of that either—i fuckin' care about you because you're you."

your heart stutters.

" what, you think i hang out witcha because of superficial shit like that ? you mockin' me or something ?"

"no, no course not !" you insist, shaking your head.

" exactly, so don't..." he huffs, looking away from you towards the ground, there's a random eraser lying on the ground and he kicks it "don't go saying dumb shit like that."

"i don't waste my time with just anyone, 's why i'm wastin' it with your ass" he jokes, chuckling when you squeeze his nose in response. supressing a smile you whine at him when he leans forward to bite yours.

"katsuki, you're gross !" you giggle as you push at his face, he smiles lightly at the sound of your laughter, one of his favorite sounds. "ya started it." he disputes weakly, his smile turning into a smirk when you groan and then it falls again as he looks at you seriously.

" but seriously" he starts "i mean it, y'know. don't just say shit to say it"

"i know" you smile. he grunts in acknowledgement then continues.

"i don't care about how cool those future ua asshats are gonna be. you're different, you're not like that—i mean—that's not what i look at—what i see with you" he fumbles around for his words and groans, slamming his forehead against your shoulder. you're used to katsuki being physical, but that was usually when he was being annoying, pinching and prodding and biting at you. he's rarely ever this affectionate. it's different, but nice..really nice, so you savor it while you can. your fingers twitch a little closer to his and you decide to take a leap of faith, placing your hands ontop of his. he flinches and you're about to pull back when he grips your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you feel him huff into your uniform. his hair tickles as he shuffles his head deeper inside your shoulder.

"you're not like those other losers, y'not like anyone" he explains "you're—when you're around it's like you're glowing. you're bright and when you talk, everyone sorta—gets pulled towards you like you're some typa magnet" his hands get warmer against yours as he speaks. you're surprised that he sees you this way, when that's practically the same way you see him.

" you pull people in so easily, and it pisses me off that you don't realise it. you are strong, and cool and everything else but that's not all you are. s'not all i care about."

"you're annoying. and whiney. extremely annoying, actually" he chuckles, and you pull at his ear "but—" he continues "but you're..fun to be around or whatever, wouldn't be around you otherwise. you're too fuckin' nice and your taste in music isn't bad" katsuki grumbles.

he wants to say more, so much more. he wants to say he thinks the way you immerse yourself when you're watching a movie together is adorable. the way you hold yourself back from commenting during the movie so as not to be annoying, even thought he could listen to you naming street signs and never get bored. the way your eyes light up when you get your grade back for a test you had studied your ass off for, when you come to him showing off your hard work it makes him want to hold you and never let go. he wants to say the way you're not scared to banter and bicker with him, the way your nose scrunches up when you try to hold in your laughter when he passes you a crudely drawn picture of your homeroom teacher, the way you smile at him whenever you see him, whenever he shares his umbrella or your lunches even though you have your own and he has his, makes him want to kiss you silly.

he wants to say all this and more, but he knows the words won't come out right, they never do. but somehow you understand and it's another thing he admires—that he loves about you.

"i...didn't know you felt that way" is all you can quietly muster up. you're cute, he feels you squeezing his hands a little tighter " yeah you didn't, cus i didn't tell you" he ribbed. you huff out a 'dont be annoying" gruffly and he chuckles. the asshole.

your asshole, though, your heart decides.

you're both quiet, everything is quiet and you're happy, reassured. you'd be happy if this is where the conversation ended but katsuki never fails to surprise you today it seemed.

" 'sides" he squeezes your hands tighter "i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ? how can i do that if i'm not around you, hah ?"

you're heart skips approximately three beats at the memory of his promise and you lean back to look at his fully red cheeks and his fleeing eyes.

"you still remember that ?" you ask incredulously. he rolls his eyes but you can tell it's simply to save face as he responds " of course i do. wasn't that long ago."

"but—we were like—ten when that happened. "

"so ?" he responds simply "doesn't change nothin'. i told you, i don't say shit to just say it."

you're flustered and so utterly confused, but there's a happy feeling bubbling in your stomach at his words " but we're not even dating !"

"we're not ?" of course not , he knows he hadn't properly asked you to be his girlfriend. but he figured if he talked about the memory that seemed to refuse being pushed aside, he could casually sneak by what he was too embarrassed to ask. but of course, you never make it easy for him.

"no, we aren't" you pout, crossing your arms at him. he grumbles, reaching to pull your arms away from your chest but you're stubborn, he was right about you being extremely annoying. "cut that out," he hissed.

"mm-mm ! " you shake your head "you can't just decide we're together. i didn't even know you liked me like that.." you trail off shyly. katsuki looks utterly baffled "hah?! whaddya mean you didn't know ? you don't see me actin' like this with anyone else do you ?"

"that's cus you're mean to everyone else !" you choked out, puffing your cheeks out at him.

"well yeah ! but—that's the thing, i'm not mean to you !" he defends, faltering when you raise a brow at him "fuck off, m'not that mean ! i'm just messing with you !" he rebutted. you simply roll your eyes at him and after a moment he sighs.

"fine" he concedes "i should've told you i liked you, i don't just decide that i want you to be my girlfriend when it's convenient for me or something" he keeps quiet about how you could of also told him you liked him as well for now, for fear of you getting moody at him again.

you still look away from him and he groans "hey c'mon, look at me." he utters sincerely. after a minute, you offer him a glance and he takes his opportunity, turning your face towards him, holding back a grin when he feels how warm your cheeks are.

"do you...wanna be my girlfriend ?" he stammers, looking at you with his red cheeks and bashful red eyes, and yet his gaze doesn't falter.

so cool.

it's your last day of middle school, your last day before you go off to a different school with different people. but with your katsuki by your side, and that's all that matters to you.

and with a bright smile, bright eyes and the summer sun slowly setting in your empty classroom, you give him your response by pressing your lips to his softly.

katsuki thinks about the night before today, when you'd knocked at his door in the dead of night.

usually, on any other day, he'd have scolded you for being up so late but would've ended up letting you in anyway. but lately, things hadn't been as they had been before..everything happened. and he could tell you were upset, so he simply let you in without a word.

you take the liberty of laying down in his bed like you used to back at his house and back at the dorms. he doesn't mind. it feels familiar, comforting.

he lies down next to you and you immediately latch onto him, seeking his warmth. with your head in his chest, you hold onto him tightly, like he'll dissapear if you don't. he clings to you just as tightly.

"what's up with you ?" he mumbles sleepily, softer than when he would've if he were more awake, but still focusing all of his attention onto you.

he feels you shake against his chest "jus' wanted to be wif you" he hears you mumbles. he presses his lips to the top of your head, pressing a sweet little kiss onto it as you breathe "you know that's bullshit." he reprimands, he feels you squeeze him tighter. he squeezes your waist twice, his warm hands running up and down your sides "c'mon, talk to me" he prodded

you look up at him and he looks down at you. your eyes are glossy, he can tell even in the dark and he's sure you were crying a little. his theory is confirmed when he hears you let out a little sniffle, his heart breaks at the sound. his heart breaks even more when you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping at the front of his shirt.

"baby," he pleads softly, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, mouth and cheeks when you whine. "tell me what's bothering you, yeah ?"

"m'just—you're gonna be fighting tomorrow, and we all are and i know you're strong but you'll be in the front lines against him" you blubbered, you hiccup as tears roll down your cheeks " and i know you're strong. but katsu, i can't—" you gasp. he shushes you softly, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips. he knows what you're gonna say, he knows you're worried. he's known you for so long after all.

he hated himself the day he woke up after the first war. when he woke up to you crying at his side, with you yourself still being injured. he hates how much he worried you that day and he knows that the fleeting glances you give him whenever you have a briefing with the pro's, the way you stare off at nothing whenever you catch a glimpse of his scars, are all out of worry for him. he did the same after he had found out you had also been heavily injured during the brawl, so he can't say he wouldn't do the same way.

"baby, babe—look at me" he intones softly, grabbing onto your tear stained cheeks to get you to look at him, he's close so he's sure you can see him despite the darkness. he can't help pressing another kiss to your lips " nothing's gonna happen, okay ?" he reassures, rubbing your cheek softly.

"i can't see you like that again, katsuki. i just can't" you whimper, leaning into his hand.

"you won't, promise you won't." he vows. he knows you're even more worried because you'll both be in different areas and he hates he won't be able to keep his eye on you. but you're strong and cool and everything else, so he trusts you'll be okay "i need you to trust me"

"i do" you sniffle, taking a deep breath "i do trust you, but i just—don't wanna see you get hurt, kacchan"

he sighs softly, staring at you lovingly as he pulls you towards his chest. you nuzzle against him and he presses his mouth to the side of your head. "i can't promise i won't be gettin' hurt, s'gonna happen on the job" he says carefully, rubbing your back "but i promise i'll always come back to you. no matter how fucked up i get, i'll win. for you." he declares, feeling you shove your head deeper against his shoulder.

you remember how despite getting extremely injured by shigaraki, he recovered in record time. it seemed nothing could stop your boyfriend from proving to the world he was the best. because katsuki fights and keeps fighting even if you think the odds are low, because he doesn't. because to him, there's absolutely no doubt in his mind he'll win.

and despite the worry and the fear gnawing at you, you can't help but think your katsuki is so fucking cool.

so you nod against his shoulder and he feels the collar of his shirt grow wet, but he doesn't mind as your grip on him loosens lightly until you can feel yourself falling asleep.

before you fall though, you hear katsuki speak.

"besides, i promised you i'd marry you didn't i ?"

he feels you smile into his neck, and you give him your response by happily nodding into his shoulder with a hum.

in his final moments, katsuki thinks of you.

he thinks of the promises he's made. he thinks of the promise he made to his old hag to not cause you, such a sweet girl, too much trouble. he remembers the promise he made to his old man to stay safe while he went out on patrol and when he'd fight against shigaraki for the second time. he remembers the promise he made to himself to get his limited edition all might card signed one day. and he remembers the promise he'd made when he said he'd always, always come back to you.

and he remembers the promise he'd made to marry you. the promise that you both would be together and none of the other losers would look at you.

so when he awakens, katsuki doesn't bother to ask why or how.

he simply fights and keeps fighting, so he can win, no matter how fucked up he gets.

and always, always come back to you.

#eeeeeeee this ones a lil long #idk how to feel i like it but idkkkkk #i love my boyfriend tho i know that much #idrk what to do with that ending lol #but i think it came out okay ! #this ended up being rlly long i got in my feels a little LMFAOO #hope yall enjoy tho !! #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugou drabble #kacchan #katsuki x y/n #katsuki x you

[tabbyrocks]

why doesnt anyone talk about how its LOWKEY bakugo's own fault he got kidnapped??? like people told him "hey man stay close the villans are looking for YOU." and instead of listening he was like "fuck you im sooo strong and better then all of you and i can arm wrestle a bear and win" or some bullshit like that.

and then when he was getting dragged into the portal he just stood there???? he looked like stiff cardboard with the way he was standing. (not fully serious with this one but i still thought it was stupid)

#anti bakugo #anti bakugou #anti bakugo katsuki #his mom was right #bro caused so many problems for that poor school #I don't think he ended allmight but i do think he got himself kidnapped #thought i should clarify that

[134340am]

so i taste the ocean when you leave

bakugou katsuki x gn!reader, 1.7k words, suggestive + no quirks — it’s been three long months of summer, after all. and they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

11. his eyes looked vacant |  花樣年華: The Notes Series

“hey, handsome,” you croon, hands sliding from his waist, up his chest, to grip at the collar of his shirt. katsuki looked as dashing as ever. it’s been three months since you last saw him, but summer had done him good—he’s a little more tan, a little more muscly, and a lot more handsome—something you avidly showed your appreciation for as your eyes roamed up and down his form. 

“hi,” katsuki replied simply. he lets you kiss him, your hands still wound tight around his collar. he gestured towards the car once you were done making sure he knew just how much you missed him and his lips, peppering happy kisses all over his face. 

nothing much has changed. 

he’s replaced his air freshener with a new one; previously mint and now strawberry, and it’s obvious from the shining windows and freshly waxed seats that he got his car cleaned before driving over. in fact, katsuki looked all cleaned up as well in his starched white shirt and new shoes, face void of stubble. or any expression, for that matter, but he’s never been very expressive.

the thrill of seeing him again, alongside the refreshing strawberry scent that wafted through the car, had you positively bouncing in your seat. 

maybe it’s weird to be this happy seeing your fuck buddy again, but hey—it’s been a long summer, and as much as you’re excited to be getting milkshakes with him right now (my treat, he’d bitten out gruffly), you’re just as excited to unzip his pants and get down to business.

but first, milkshakes.

the familiar sights of your little town—the automobile repair shop katsuki worked at last summer, a cheap pizza buffet you like, a quiet playground—whipped past you quickly as katsuki exited your neighbourhood.  

“notice anything different about me, katsuki?” you asked hopefully, not-so-subtly fluffing your now-shorter hair in the rearview mirror. 

katsuki catches your eye briefly, a curious eyebrow raised. a quiet moment passes. he pulls over at a red light, eyes still trained steadfastly on the car in front of him. your stomach flips nervously when he takes a heartbeat too long to answer.

“you cut your hair.” 

“yeah, i did!” there was little you could do to conceal the eager squeak in your voice which you cringe at inwardly. “it, um, got really hot during the summer so i chopped it all off.” you braved a glance at katsuki. his eyes looked vacant. “what do you think? d’ya like it?”

“...long hair looks better on you.”

a pout forms on your face. “no, it doesn’t. i like my shorter hair so much more.”

“that’s good.” 

no, that’s weird. 

katsuki’s being surprisingly… normal today. why isn’t he tugging on your hair or making fun of your haircut or poking fun at your clothes? on a regular basis he’d have all these items, and more, already ticked off his annoy-my-fuck-buddy checklist. but today he’s unnervingly quiet, and you wonder if he was mad at you or just tired from his half-day journey back by car.

green light. katsuki steps on the gas and the car lurches forward. a faint sense of insecurity buzzes in the back of your mind, and it leaves behind a gross, tacky, tartness in your mouth, akin to that of a melted sour lolly forgotten in one’s purse. 

you relaxed slightly in your seat when the distinct red and yellow arches of your favourite fast food joint swing into view. as per usual, katsuki leans his head out the window to order. despite the strange tension, you marvel at the way the bright mid-afternoon sunlight falls onto him, encasing his bright blond hair in a ring of light that resembled a halo. his tight shirt did little to hide how broad and defined his shoulders have become over summer break, a sight you were more than appreciative of.

you fight the overwhelming urge to grab him by the collar and plant kisses up and down his thick neck when he hands over your strawberry milkshake. the urge only grew stronger when katsuki pulled into a nearby parking lot so you two could sip on your drinks in peace. 

and by peace, you meant total, complete silence.

“so…” you start, stirring your goopy milkshake and suddenly feeling very awkward. “how was summer back at home?”

“good,” katsuki mumbled back straightforwardly. he stared straight ahead. you realise then how he hasn’t really made eye contact with you, or even looked at you today. 

“got my car fixed,” he continued. “went hiking and swimming, met up with some childhood friends. and… ate lunch with my first girlfriend. the old woman invited her over, so i couldn’t say no.”

you could feel your eyebrows shooting up in surprise. 

katsuki’s first girlfriend? this is new. he’s never really talked about his love life, or even his personal life, really, though you suppose that wasn’t very necessary when the two of you were always focused on fucking each other’s brains out most of the time—and this milkshake date, outing, hang-out, whatever, was a considerably odd exception.

maybe he’s finally opening up to you. 

maybe this is the chance you’ve been waiting for, to learn how he likes his coffee, which grandparent is his favourite, what makes his heart sing. and a part of you hopes that maybe he wants to know all these things about you, too. 

it’s been three long months of summer, after all. and they do say that absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“how is she? what’s she doing?” you ask, curiosity getting the better of you. then a quieter, hesitant blip that you couldn’t stop in time. “is—is she pretty?

katsuki slurps his milkshake noisily. “she’s alright. finishing up her degree in vet science or something.” then, after a moment of hesitation, “more cute than pretty to me, though.” 

your surprise only heightened. that’s the longest sentence he’s said today. 

“cool. cool, cool, um.” in a bid to shut up as quickly as you could, you latch your lips onto your striped paper straw once more. a big sip of your milkshake had a sizable chunk of strawberry flying straight into your trachea. eyes watering and head pounding from the oncoming brain freeze, you could barely breathe as you coughed aggressively into the crook of your arm.

“you—fuckin’ hell, dumbass. drink slowly.” katsuki slaps open his glove compartment and pulls out a wad of napkins that he shoves into your lap. even with your blurry vision, you don’t miss the way he pulled back quickly—as if he’s afraid to touch you.

throat now scratchy and eyes still watering, you put your milkshake down for a quick break. save for the soft hum of the air-conditioner, a tense silence falls between the two of you, filled with unanswered questions. 

why is katsuki being so cold today? the gruff, grumpy exterior is one thing—something you’ve inevitably gotten used to after months of falling into bed with him, but he’s never distant, not in the way he is now. and why did he choose to bring up this vet-science-girl, of all things? is she important to the conversation? is she important to him?

this isn’t the reunion you’ve been looking forward to, after three long months of being apart from each other. three long months of missing his touch; finger pads rough and dry, but always purposeful and reassuring. three long months of missing him.

you can’t bear the weight of silence any longer. 

“listen, katsuki—”

“i think we should stop seeing each other.”

your blood ran cold. 

he sighs. “seeing her again… fuck, i guess i just i never got over it. her, i mean.”

you stare at your fingers, hands suddenly ice-cold and not from your drink. 

“i’m not going to try and commit to someone while we’re still fucking— it’s— it’s just fucked up. so…” he trailed off, staring hard into his milkshake. “you can leave the car once you’re done with your drink.”

a blaze of anger coiled deep inside of you, juxtaposed with the cold strawberry milkshakethat sits uncomfortably in your belly. red starts dotting over your vision. it took a moment for you to realise you were struggling to breathe, your face numb all over. 

the tension that followed was so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

then something in you snapped, and you found yourself boiling over with pure rage. 

“fuck you, katsuki. i’m leaving now,” you spat, unbuckling your seatbelt hastily and reaching around to grab your purse from the backseat. katsuki’s still staring into his drink as if he was hoping his eyes would burn a hole through the bottom. you hope they would, and that he’d have the hardest time washing peanut butter out of his bermuda bottoms. 

you exited the car as gracefully as you could, slammed the door as hard as your dwindling strength allowed you, and stomped away without another word, wanting to put as much distance between you and your now ex-fuck buddy as possible.

two cars down and a quick glance at your reflection in the shiny hood of a silver car—eyes shiny with unshed tears, wind whipping your hair about, the strands sticking to your sweaty skin—had you making a u-turn.

you weren’t leaving this place until you got an answer.

with one single question clawing its way to the forefront of your mind with no mercy, you find yourself knocking aggressively on the window of katsuki’s car before rational thought could catch up.

katsuki rolled down the window immediately. his cup is noticeably empty now. there’s no hole in the bottom like you wished, no unsightly, shitty brown stain on his bottoms, but the mouth of his straw is now noticeably kinked, bitten. 

you took a long, deep breath. “did she have long hair?”

he blinks—once, twice. “yeah, she did.”

you threw your milkshake in his face. 

“suck my ass, katsuki. have fun paying off your girl’s student debt. and you’re never going to meet someone as good as me ever again—” you’re stomping off now, throwing two middle fingers high in the air, “—so i hope you regret this forever! eat shit!”

then summer ended.

you did not see katsuki again. 

a/n: lyrics taken from NOW I’M ALONE by honne ft. sofía valdés / inspired by the summer i got my heart broken. it’s been a year and i still hate milkshakes. also, i’ve become lactose intolerant, so that’s probably a sign

(masterlist) (read on ao3)

#sorry if this was bad or anything btw this has been rotting in my drafts since march #posting it now so i don't have to think of this ever again <3 #also i was thinking of a part 2 to this which is why this ended abruptly but @_@ i honestly don’t know #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugo x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha angst #yuna writes #hyyh: the notes series

[garfield420]

continuation of afo's sheltered child (part one here)

edit: forgot to mention but this was inspired by @/beels-burger-babe on the previous post :D

it's been about a week since you went outside without your father's permission, and you met that loud boy. you couldn't get him out of your head or his blazing eyes, you didn't understand it. you felt completely tense about it all, but most of all it seems like your father had no idea that you even left. you were actually terrified when he called since he had called that same day you went outside, you figured you were toast and you struggled to hide your shame in your voice.

of course you dad, smart as he was, heard the shame in your voice and interrogated you about it. you felt cornered by him but cleverly lied to him saying you broke a cup and felt bad about it. you felt your gut twist as you let another lie slip past your mouth, you know you shouldn’t lie to him, but it’s like your mouth is moving on it’s own. he must have bought the lie, since he reprimanded you lightly and just told you to be careful next time since you could’ve gotten hurt picking up the broken glass. 

he apologized to you for not calling as much, saying work has him in a bind and it’s still going to be a long while before he can come home. he first called you to tell you he went overseas to do work and that he won’t be home soon, it’s why he hasn’t been home in a long time. you miss him a lot. sometimes when you’re feeling really lonely you’ll grab your favorite stuffed animal and cuddle it. 

“it’s okay,” you’d frequently tell yourself, “i’m used to this. i’m a big kid now.”

you’re cuddling your stuffed animal now, thinking about your dad and the boy with red eyes. you stared down at the empty alleyway from your windowsill, your head poking out and resting on the windowsill as you sat on the floor listening to the noisy silence of the world beyond your own. you were bored again, you can only read the same books so many times before their twists no longer surprise you or watch a movie so many times before you practically memorized the script.

to tend to your boredom you watched roads and counted cars, this time you were counting red cars. you were up to four cars today, at least you think you are since you keep zoning out. you felt silly but you kept thinking about the boy with red eyes, you kept fantasizing about his life and who he is. despite his demeanor, how he treated you was far different from what you expected from the outside world. 

when you were young your father drilled into your head that bad guys existed beyond the walls, and that you were only safe inside. on days where you wanted to go outside he’d tell you about how bad people hurt good people for small things, and that if you were to go outside you’d certainly be hurt. he told you how sad and broken he would be if you got hurt, and how much losing you would affect him. you don’t want to hurt your dad or get hurt, so you stay inside for his sake and yours. 

this was just all so strange to you, you never expected the boy to be kind to you, let alone give you your stuffed animal back.

you watched another red car drive by, raising the count to five, each time reminding you of the boy. you clutched your stuffed animal close to your chest, you don’t understand why but you felt weird about the boy. you’ve felt similar about characters in the books you read, but never like this, this was different. he was different.

you felt the heat from the outside softly warm you, you felt like a little kid when your nannies would take the blankets out of the dryer and let you lay in it, feeling the intense warmth from them. you felt tired from the heat and the boredom, you knew you should move and go lay in your bed, but the warmth was too addictive to pass up on. it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes a little bit right? 

you HAD to be a ghost, it’s the only way he could explain why no one knew about you or who you even were. this was stupid, he has much more important things to be focusing on and here he was trying to find out about you. at this point he felt like a creepy stalker, but there was just something off about you from how you acted and looked. he had to find you again, he tried asking around in the area about you but no one had a clue as to what he was talking about.

bakugou isn’t the superstitious type, but surely you had to be a ghost, it’s the one of the only ways he could explain nobody knowing who you were. it had been a week since he bumped into you in the alleyway, since he returned your stuffed animal back to you. you looked like a wild rabbit in the middle of the road, big eyes, timid, and shy. when he talked to you it looked like you were shaking, you were terrified. 

at first he just thought you were stupid and left your dumb baby toy in the alleyway, he’s forgotten why he even grabbed the stupid toy to begin with. when he gave you your dumb baby toy back, he had expected you to bolt off immediately, what he did not expect to hear was your soft voice thank him. he felt pathetic in retrospect but he thought you had a cute voice, not that he’d ever say it out loud though.

he immediately walked away from you because he felt embarrassed about it and the whole situation, it’s dumb and he shouldn’t feel this way. what really caught his attention about you was when you bolted past him, that’s what weirded him out. one of the first things he noticed was how you ran away, you were running like prey in the wild knowingly being hunted. the second thing he noticed was your lack of shoes, surely if you were just goofing off outside you would have worn shoes right? thirdly was the biggest thing, but it was how you clutched your toy to your chest. 

he didn’t want to admit it but he, bakugou katsuki, was worried about you- some random nobody. 

he was on the verge of giving up looking for you, besides maybe you just lived far away and came here for a visit or whatever. it’s a long shot but it’s one of the few way he could explain away your behavior. plus obsessing over you like this can’t be helpful for him, especially when he has other things to worry and focus on.

he decided after today he’d stop looking for you, this isn’t good for him, it’s not like him and he wanted to stop thinking about you. he was going to go through the alleyway one more time before giving up, and then once he’s accepted that you’re just a ghost, he’ll move on. 

he walked the street before turning down to the alleyway to stare down the other end, and you weren’t there. he couldn’t explain why but he had hoped you’d be there, but he wasn’t surprised. he left out a soft sigh before going down the alleyway, it wouldn’t hurt to do a simple walk through. the sound of cars masqueraded his footsteps as he walked down the alleyway, his hands deep in his pockets with a scowl resting on his face. 

he stopped for a moment at the spot where your stuffed animal was, something about it wasn’t clicking with him. how did the toy get there? you seemed like you had genuinely lost it so he didn’t think you planted it there, but how would it have gotten there? by some miracle thought he decided to look up, and finally he had his confirmation. 

you definitely weren’t a ghost. 

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #probably ooc #afo's daughter #bnha #fluff #angst #not proofread again sorryyyyy #not a good writer so sorry if stinky <3 #ill probably make a part 3 but then end it there cuz i just like thinking ab this #mha #garf writes

[kiritouyadeku96]

No because why the fuck do people think that Bakugou being dead is going to stop him from being shipped off with someone? It won’t so stop celebrating like an idiot! “Yay no more Bakugou ships with every blah blah blah” 🤡🤡🤡 “Bakugou’s death ends BakuDeku” 🤡🤡🤡!

#y’all literally sound so naive celebrating like this is going to end Bakugou ships because it literally won’t #it’s so hilarious watching some of you cheer about how BakuDeku will be no more like your foolish if you think that ship will die #simply because Bakugou has died and we don’t even know if he is permanently dead #honestly if it turns out that he ain’t actually dead which I think maybe the case these people are going to be so pissed and if he does #stay dead they’re still going to look like fools 😂 #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #my hero academia #katsuki bakugo #bakugo katsuki #deku x bakugou #bakugou x deku #bakudeku #bnha 362 #mha 362 #Bakugo #class 1a #boku no hero spoilers #bakugou x reader #bnha 354

[gemstarstarlight]

What are your thoughts on Bakugo from BNHA?

I’m glad you asked! 😊😂

I will say that I got about halfway through season five of Boku no Hero Academia before dropping it, not because it was particularly bad, but simply because my hyper fixation was mostly done.

But man, Bakugo is such an interesting character to me. At first, like many people, I didn’t like him, because he was a really mean awful person who was only obsessed with becoming the top hero. But the more the show goes on, the more you get to see the worldview that he lives in that lets him think his actions are justified, how that worldview had been supported because of how he was raised and how the people at his middle school school treated him, and then the slow breaking of that worldview once he started attending UA.

That is the most interesting part - it’s not just Midoriya that becomes better than him. He has a (one-sided) rivalry with Todoroki and often has setbacks because he can’t work with a team or learn how to people well. He’s put in situations where he cannot save himself and is forced to depend on other people, whether he wants to or not. And he’s forced to deal with the repercussions of his actions, even if some of those actions (such as All Might’s retirement) were not really his fault.

We see Bakugo as a character, and then we see that character break down. On a fundamental level, everything Bakugo believes about the world is turned upside down and viciously denied to him until he is unable to refute the truth: he’s not the best in the world, his actions have consequences, and he cannot do this whole hero thing by himself.

And then…he changes.

Not fundamentally, he doesn’t turn into an entirely different person. I have no doubt that Bakugo will always be abrasive, brash, rude, and generally not an easy person to get along with. But, now he knows. He is continuing to make choices that revolve around repairing relationships and learning to work with people better. He still has the same goals and hopes, but he is adjusting to a world that doesn’t revolve around him. He is growing. Not turning into someone else entirely, but growing into a mature version of the explosive hero he was always meant to be.

In addition to Bakugo’s character being interesting, I love how it is so clearly influenced by people who hold him accountable, but still care about him. Bakugo had neither of those things when he was in middle school. He was just allowed to wreak havoc, and was surrounded by followers, but not people who cared about him. He had no friends, no mentors. No wonder he thought he was the center of the universe, nobody attempted to enter his.

And then he came to UA. In addition to having teachers that would not tolerate his serious antics and dealing with a harsh dose of consequences, Bakugo made a friend in Kirishima. A real friend, one who clearly cared about him and tried to see the best in him. I’m sure it was written on purpose that Bakugo’s first friend had a hardening quirk that could face explosions easily, and a personality that was relentlessly positive in the face of Bakugo’s intense need to shove other people away. Kirishima dragged him to social events, called him out on his bad behavior, and yet was still a supporter and teammate who genuinely liked him and wanted to be his friend. And this isn’t a rescuer relationship: Kirishima draws on Bakugo as inspiration when he struggles with his own insecurities. And, of course, Kamino needs no mentioning. The commitment and love Kirishima shows to Bakugo is commendable and amazing to watch. And it is essential to Bakugo’s healing.

I truly believe that Bakugo would not be able to change and become a better person if he hadn’t had someone who unconditionally loved him, and yet still drew boundaries and called him out on bad behavior when necessary. That, along with a community of teachers and mentors, who finally use their authority to tame his wild behavior while trying to understand him and support his good points, is what triggers the changes in Bakugo.

And I think that is a necessary thing for everyone regardless of if you have a “difficult“ personality or not. People that will unconditionally love you and accept you, but will call you out if your behavior crosses a line. That is how people grow, and that is why I love Bakugo as a character. 

#bakugo katuski #asks #I also love that he’s almost certainly aroace/demi #it will never be confirmed in the show but the fact that he has no reaction of any kind to anyone #while many of the other characters have very strong reactions to people they consider attractive #Just makes me think that he’s certainly on the ace spectrum somewhere #Also can you tell that I ship KiriBaku? Because yes I am also obsessed with our spiky shirtless hard boi #Friends to lovers where they both learn to be better humans because of each other and they are each other’s foils and growth points #is one of my favorite dynamics #also it’s definitely sunshine himbo x grumpy smartass and I love that for them #as a QPR or as a romance #im obsessed with kiribaku and I’ll support it till the end #their Quirks are Compatible it’s Adorable and Badass #bnha bakugo katsuki

[hamable]

Just watched the Madds Buckley Somerville livestream VOD and it looked so fun!!! Cant wait to see her perform live in the future

#madds Buckley #I don’t think the mics picked it up but you KNOW during the end of TRMILY the crowd was doing the THE RED! THE RED! chant #and the overlapped parts in Dogbird? god what it must’ve been like to be there and everyone independently picks a part #rip whatever she was gonna say about Brother before they had to pause for technical difficulties. the world may never know #The Crowd after Little Big Boy: ✊🫡😔For Katsuki Bakugo🙏😘✊ You’re a real one 🙏🫡 #Madds tilting the mic away from the crowd: GUYS BE COOL BE COOL NOT EVERYONE READS THE MANGA WE GOTTA PLAY IT COOL #my love is sick #my love is sick album #Dogbird #Set ends on Sunset on Summerville and crowd immediately starts chanting encore bc they KNOW she wouldn’t leave em hanging #Madds: wait a minute… I almost forgot one *stage lights turn red* #ehehehehe #between songs and when they were tuning and they’d play an opening chord to something for like .5 milliseconds #and it alerts me like a sleeper agent like AH! Dogbird?!?! AH!!! That! Reach!!!! #oh and maybe this is only funny to me but she was talking about being an alto in high school #so she didn’t sign a lot of melody and some of those higher belting notes being out of her reach #joking like ah she’s not built for it it wasn’t meant to be #and I’m like okay this is the PERFECT segue into Reach that HAS to be the next song #I’m like holding my breath Ik it’s coming gimme that Sk8/izuku Midoriya flavor #and she. fuck it was so funny to me. #She goes anyways here’s Little Big Boy and starts the song #I was losing my mind why was that so funny #ah yes set the seeds of the song about the character who feels left behind and like they need to prove themselves and like they aren’t enoug #plant those seeds. you thinking about that character? that sad blorbo? good. anyways here’s Bakugou. #dw she did reach a few songs later

[fdragon-art]

He sit~

#bnha #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #art #I'm very confused about something #For whatever reason.. when I think of ‟A character in media/popular headcanons who wears hearing aids‟ he's the closest that comes to mind #The confusion comes less from the fact that he's the image and more that I don't really care strongly about him #(I do keep up with BNHA and find his story interesting.. but in the end.. it's interesting as part of the ensemble) #And the thing is.. what initially sparked my interest in Jake was imagining a headcanon where he was hard-of-hearing #And it did grow from there.. being able to admire/enjoy parts of his character /alongside/ this comfort HC #But it's done nothing for my relationship with Bakugo. I just...kinda don't care for him that much? He's neat.. but that's about it for me #(It's also funny since I originally was not a fan of ‟they're around loud noises regularly/are loud? Make 'em deaf!‟ headcanon) #(But my thoughts for Jake wound up basically being that anyway.. only supported tangentially by the megafauna he lives with and #the chances of getting an ear infection that wouldn't be treated normally due to no guardian to teach/care in that way) #Oh I do love when my tags get all explodey like this XD

[agentark88]

Think: An Unbreakable Ending

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language and violence.

(Ending 4 of 8)

An Unbreakable Ending

Your chest tightened in fear. You couldn’t do this. You weren’t strong enough to fight All for One. Shigaraki alone scared you, shook you to your very core.

“Well, what will it be, child?” All for One questioned you, tilting Shigaraki’s head to the side.

Your eyes focused on his hands, the same hands that disintegrated miles of city and innocent lives. You gulped.

Move, you begged yourself, but your feet were stuck in place. You had to move before it was too late. The Nomus were already storming up the side of Gigantomachia. Soon, it would be too late to do anything.

Then you saw it, saw the small piece of fabric peeking out between Gigantomachia’s rough textured skin. It was the bandana that you’d given Eijiro Kirishima at the carnival, the one that he wore constantly. He must have been involved in knocking the giant unconscious. Kirishima got you to where you were standing now.

Your body shifted on its own, aiming toward the small beacon of hope, the courage that you were missing in this battle. Kirishima would need that bandana back. You needed to give it back to him, and the only way you’d be able to do that would be to survive this encounter, no matter how afraid it made you to fight someone so powerful.

You charged forward, mind shield up as you rushed to the right of Shigaraki. All for One scoffed, blasting you off balance with yellow energy. You tumbled sideways, hand slipping out of your mental shield and grasping the bandana between your fingers just as you rolled. You grinned in triumph, but you barely had enough sense to reach your other hand out to grab the side of the beast you were just about to get launched off of. Your fingers dug into the side of Gigantomachia, dangling at the edge of the fallen creature.

You struggled to pull yourself up, but found strength in the gift that you held. Just as you came over the edge, you spotted All for One raising Shigaraki’s hand. Your shield came up to protect your face. The air left you when you felt the dark red and black energy stake you in the back, then two more. Your vision blurred. You watched a Nomu lift up Shigaraki for an escape. Another Nomu broke free from the pack, reacting to something that All for One instructed it to do. Your body quivered in fear as you saw the creature’s long gangly arms reach overhead, before they came down on you. Your mind shield was no match for the creature’s strength, and you felt your ribs crack. Its fists came down again, and you felt consciousness slipping from you. You clutched tightly to the bandana, silently apologizing to Eijiro for failing, for not being strong enough to finish what he’d started.

…

“You have to let me see her, please!”

“She’s in critical condition. She’s being carted to surgery as we speak. Even if we let you see her, she would most likely be unconscious.”

“Eijiro,” you said weakly, eyes barely peeking open. You could barely see him at the end of the hallway, trying to get past a doctor. He was bruised and scraped up pretty badly. “Kiri,” you called out a little louder, but your voice was barely a rasp.

Somehow, he saw you, saw you struggling to speak as you lifted your arm, showing him the bandana between your fingers. His eyes widened, and, to your surprise, he pushed past the doctor, barreling down the hallway toward you.

“Princess!” he called out. “I’m right here! It’s going to be okay! Just, fight through this, alright? Don’t let these injuries beat you. We’ve got to train together and become heroes together, okay? Stay strong, Princess. I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

You struggled to breathe. Your fingers tightened around the meaningful fabric with more force. “Eijiro…” you managed. “You gave me strength.” The last sentence was broken, barely audible.

Eijiro stopped in his tracks, already being held back by an army of hospital staff. Surprise etched into his expression. He watched you disappear into the operating room. The world went black again.

You floated on a sea of nothing, wading through your own mind and feeling space and time trickle past you. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get out of this pond of water. You couldn’t open your physical eyes. You restlessly waited, letting the water float you along and staring at nothing.

Every once in a while, you’d hear the occasional voice, the echo of a hospital monitor, but it was faint, almost like a distant memory or thought drifting through your mind. You wanted to hear more, wanted to take on more thoughts. No one was talking to you, no one was saying anything, until…

Will she ever wake up? Kirishima asked.

It’s undetermined if she will ever recover from such physical and mental trauma to her body. Her quirk will not allow us to run further tests on her brain. Her physical body is heavily damaged. Her spinal cord was our biggest concern, and it appears to have suffered severe injury from the Nomu’s attack. Should she wake up, there’s a good chance she may not be able to walk again, the doctor explained.

We understand. Thank you for the update. Please keep us posted and notify us immediately should she show signs of waking up, Mr. Aizawa said solemnly.

You were hearing their conversation as if they were thoughts in your own mind. You flailed in the pool of water you were floating in in frustration. You wanted to shout that you were right there, that you were awake, but words would not form on your lips. You waited. All you could do was wait as your quirk mended your mind, kept you in a form of stasis for your own recovery.

Kirishima visited you every day, or it’s what you could only assume. His voice came booming through your head like clockwork. He must have gone from U.A. classes straight to the hospital. He was constantly talking to you, and your subconscious continued to relay the messages, keeping you sane, while you waded through calm water.

I brought you some more chocolate and a new shark plushy. I saw it in the hospital gift shop, and I couldn’t pass it up. You would love it, Princess. It’s blue and even has sparkly gills. I’ll put it right next to you for when you wake up, Eijiro said.

Man, today sure was rough. Bakubro totally yelled at me for being distracted during training, and I failed one of Mr. Aizawa’s tests. I wish you could have tutored me. I know that I would have aced it if I had someone as studious as you being my study partner.

You will never believe what happened. Sero and Mina started dating! I’m so happy for the two of them. I really hope it works out. After everything we’ve been through, Sero didn’t want to hold his feelings back. Life’s too short, you know?

I miss talking to you, Princess. It’s been kind of hard lately. I’m trying to stay motivated and all, but…

I brought a book! I thought that I could read it aloud to you. I don’t know if my voice is all that good for storytelling, but I think you’d really like it. It’s about a sharkman meeting a human woman, and they fall in love. I hope it’s got a happy ending, but you never know with these romance stories.

I really miss you, Princess. I’d give anything to see you smile again.

I fought a really cool villain today. He was super strong, and he challenged me to a duel! Of course, I had to agree to help protect citizens, but it was really kind of weird. I never thought a villain would call me out like that. He said that I looked really strong and no one had ever defeated him before. It was a tough fight, but I came out on top. Got a new scar though.

Princess, if you can hear me, you mean the world to me. I love you so much. I hope you get better soon.

The days strung together as Eijiro continued to visit. His words never faltered in their sincerity. He tried his best to keep upbeat, but the longer that you stayed in a comatose state, the sadder it seemed that Eijiro became. If you could cry in this weird subconscious part of your mind, then you would have.

You weren’t sure when it happened, but there was a bright light that shone at the top of the wading pool. You squinted your eyes as it was painful to look at. Soon, however, you found yourself reaching for the light, wishing that you could finally see Eijiro Kirishima again. You clawed, swam, and reached upward. There was nothing to lose. You didn’t want to spend another moment stuck in your own mind.

Your eyes crept open as nausea washed over you. You were tired, so tired and fatigued that it hurt.

“So, I told Fat Gum I was coming today, and he understood. He’s starting to get worried about me, but I’m fine. You’re the one…” Kirishima looked ready to cry. He was staring down at his hands. “You’re the one everyone should be worried about. I’m doing just fine, Princess. I promise. I’ve got to keep working hard for when you finally wake up.”

“Eij—” You could barely make a sound. Your voice strained due to its disuse for so long.

Kirishima turned his gaze up. He blinked at you with those beautiful ruby-red eyes, and you smiled at him.

“Y-you’re… You’re awake!” He sprang up from his chair, reaching toward you. He hesitated to move forward, looking back toward the door. He shook his head and grabbed your hand. “I was starting to think that I’d never see those beautiful eyes open ever again,” he said, voice cracking.

“Kiri…” you croaked out.

“It’s okay, Princess. You don’t need to force it. It’s been months. Your voice may need some time to get back to where it was.” He looked worriedly back toward the door. “I should tell someone you’re awake.” He shifted, and your hand weakly tightened over his.

“Missed you,” you whispered. “Heard you.”

“Heard me?” Kirishima asked, blushing. “You heard me come here and talk to you?”

You nodded happily, giving his hand another feeble squeeze. Exhaustion hit you, but you forced yourself to stay awake, to keep holding onto him.

“Love you too,” you managed.

“Ah, you heard…” Kirishima trailed off. He rubbed the back of his neck, gaze lingering on your face. “Yes, I love you. I… I should have said it before the mission, before all of this happened. I’m so happy that I got to tell you.”

Eijiro stopped trying to leave you. Instead, he knelt beside your bed, resting his head beside your hand. His pointy hair brushed your fingertips, and you giggled. He grinned at you, gently squeezing your hand.

“There are so many things I want to tell you,” he said. “I’m so glad that I can see you smile again.”

…Ten Years Later…

“I told you that I’m fine, Eijiro. I haven’t needed help going up the stairs since you got me through that whole year of physical therapy,” you said, swatting away at your husband’s hand.

“You’re pregnant, Princess. At least let me carry your bag,” he said.

“There’s barely anything in my bag,” you said.

“All the more reason that I should just carry you.”

You sighed out, smiling toward him. He’d become a handful as soon as he heard he was becoming a father. You trusted him with your life, but sometimes you wanted him to pay attention to himself, rather than doting on you all of the time.

Eijiro tied back his lengthy red hair as he paced the stairs behind you. His hands continued to spring out with each step as if suddenly you would fall. When you reached the door, he shouted after you in a panic.

“I’ve got it,” he said. He opened the door for you, holding it open so you could go inside.

You put your hand on your hip and shook your head, but you gave him a kiss on the cheek on the way into your house. It was quiet, a little too quiet. You reached out your quirk and caught several minds all at once. Before you could warn Eijiro, your old U.A. classmates sprung up from behind your couch.

“Surprise!” they shouted together.

You were genuinely amazed to see them all together, as most of them were Pro Heroes and rarely got a day off. Eijiro was bouncing in place behind you.

“Please tell me that you like it,” he said.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you knew about the “surprise” baby shower for weeks. It was very obvious from the decorations he had haphazardly hidden all over the house. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what he’d been planning. You were, however, surprised by how many of your old friends that he managed to convince to visit.

You nodded, tears filling your eyes. “It’s perfect,” you said. You glanced at Ochaco and the two of you were hugging each other, so happy to see one another after such a long time.

Eijiro’s shark-toothed grin widened as he clapped his old group of friends on their backs. Katsuki Bakugo roughly gave him a side hug, before coming back over to Ochaco. It was a wonder that Katsuki and Ochaco hadn’t been closer in high school. The two of them wound up connecting shortly after graduation and were now happily married. It turned out that they had more in common with each other than they thought they did, and the two of them were able to balance each other out very well.

You clasped Ochaco’s hands, and the two of you bounced in place giggling.

“Have you thought about names?” she asked.

“Millions,” you said. “I really like Ryu and Daichi, but Gou is such a strong manly name, you know?”

“Ooh, those are good ones to pick from.”

You pouted out your bottom lip. “I wish you were having a baby too. They could have had play dates together.”

“Don’t rush it,” Katsuki interjected. “We’ll have our own damn brats when we’re ready.”

Ochaco frowned at him, and he scowled right back at her.

“I’ll just need to spoil the baby when he comes, since I don’t have one of my own yet. Just call me Auntie Ochaco.” She stuck her tongue out at Katsuki, and he clicked his tongue.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll get the brat whatever he wants,” Katsuki said, waving the two of you on.

“I thought you would have at least helped him be a bit less grouchy,” you said under your breath.

“It’s a work in progress,” Ochaco said, winking at you.

Eijiro suddenly came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and holding you close. He pressed a kiss to your temple, surveying the large crowd of baby-shower goers.

“What’s wrong, Eijiro? Don’t you want to catch up with everyone?” you asked.

“Ah, I talk to them all the time. You only get to have one first baby shower.” He gave your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “I just want to be in the moment with you.”

You reached up, intertwining your fingers with his. You felt so happy, so loved that you could hardly hold in your tears.

“Eijiro?”

“Hm?” he asked, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“I love you,” you murmured.

“I love you too,” he replied. “I love you so much, and I’m so happy that I got to tell you. And, I’m going to tell our baby boy how much he’s loved too, every day until he gets sick of me for saying it so much.”

You giggled. “Don’t get too carried away.”

“Alright, maybe just a few hundred times in his first year.”

#Think Ending Eijiro Kirishima #Kirishima Eijirou #eijiro kirishima #bnha eijirou #kirishima #bnha kirishima #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #uraraka ochako #ochaco uraraka #MHA x OC #mha x you #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #bnha x you #bnha x oc #Anna kokoro #annakokoro #mha anna #bnha anna #mha anna kokoro

[northlight14]

The song “My Frankenstein” from dead end: paranormal park as a Villain Deku song. Alternatively, a Shigaraki realising he was groomed by AFO song or Bakugo singing about All Might. Or regular hero Deku singing about All Might. There are so many different opportunities for this song and I absolutely love it!

#I think hero deku becoming a villain works the best for this #shigaraki with AFO too #mha #dead end paranormal park #villain deku #shigaraki tomura #bakugo katsuki #midoriya izuku #all for one #all might #all might critical #I promise I love all might but that doesn’t mean I can’t still critique him

[sleepydrabbles]

What people think bakugo stans sound like: oh my god my precious little boom boom baby who never does anything wrong

What bakugo stans actually sound like(in my experience): oh my god. You little gremlin. You fucking shithead. Of course he’s yelling (affectionate). God give me those muscles pleeeeease… (when he gets whacked on for his temper) HA deserved! God you make me want to write whump again. I think I WILL write whump again… *proceeds to write 100k fic putting bakugo through the goddamn wringer* I love him

#these are both me #all jokes #my hero academia #because i’m a bakugo kinnie and i say so #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #it really do be like that #I love him #and I want to shake him dear god #what a little gremlin #watching him go from total asshole to slightly less of an asshole was the best character arc ever #I really think most bakugo fans just channel Izuku #they just go #yep #that’s an asshole #but he’s MY asshole now #so fuck anyone who tries to end him

[uravichii]

pov: you're drop-dead gorgeous (and they don't know how to deal with it)

character/s: bakugo katsuki, shinsou hitoshi, kaminari denki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff, crack (?), them hyping u up like there's no tomorrow, uhh reader wears makeup 🤕

notes: this is for all u pretty mfs aka all of u whether u believe it or not YOU ARE PRETTY AMD HOT AND AMAZING 😡‼️ also disclaimer: the boys love u not just for your face. they think you're so cool for being beautiful inside n out and this is just them appreciating the out 🧎‍♀️

bakugo katsuki thinks you're so pretty that his only response to it is to be angry. he'd watch intently the way you'd smooth your clothes down and cutely fiddle with your hair in the mirror as if there's even anything to fix. he'll cup your pretty face in his hands and squeeze your cheeks together (cuteness aggression probably), "tell me why you're so fucking pretty all the time? what are you so pretty for, huh?!"

bakugo katsuki would always watch you do your makeup and hair and then slip into the prettiest clothes only you can pull off and he's just mesmerized by the whole thing.

"katsuki, please stop drooling and get dressed. we're gonna be late."

his only response is: "fuck off."

because he can never deny nor hide the fact that he constantly admires you every chance he gets. he storms his way to you and snatches a shimmery eyeshadow from your makeup bag. "tch, you don't even need any of this shit."

"you don't like it, katsuki?" you stare up at him doe-eyed, easily making his heart skip a beat.

"h-hah?! i didn't say that!" he shoves it to your hand, "now do this glittery shit next!"

and you just ditch whatever plans you'd made and spend the rest of the night trying on different makeup looks. he'll insist that you sit on his lap while you doll yourself up just because, and you gladly do so but then you both end up wearing a full face of glam makeup 🧍‍♀️ he doesn't know how he just let it happen but he's like, "whatever makes you fucking happy, y/n."

he then proceeds to tell you that, "every one of those ugly extras should grovel at your feet, worship the ground you walk on, and then beg for your forgiveness."

"forgive them for what?"

he stares blankly at you. "for breathing the same air as you."

bakugo katsuki's not active on social media at all but on his instagram, his first and only post is a photo dump of just youー the selfies you took on his phone, your date outfits, candid photos (by courtesy of bakugo katsuki) of you smiling at a stray cat, the power nap you took on his shoulder, and his favorite one by far: a photo of you wearing his black tank top that completely swallows you up, holding up two little peace signs on your cheeks.

and of course, he captions it, "u and ur ugly ass wish u were y/n."

shinsou hitoshi is convinced he's dating a model. he doesn't know how it happened, but he is a little proud of whatever the hell was in him that managed to rizz you up.

he thinks you look amazing in absolutely anything. so when you go clothes shopping together, he casually picks up all types of clothes from the racks until there's a whole pile of them in his arms.

when you shoot him a questioning look about it, he only says, "think you'll look amazing in these, babe."

he also picks up some accessories and just wears them on youー hats, sunglasses, hair pins, and you just let him because each time you let him accessorize you, he gives those little comments like, "amazing." "cute" "this one's tacky; i put it on you as a joke but you pull it off for some reason." "yes. slayed." he made you wear cat ears one time and he just melts right there, immediately taking a photo of you for his new lockscreen.

it bothers shinsou hitoshi a lot when people stare at you even when they can clearly see his hand on the small of your back. he'll slide closer to you and kiss the top of your head all the while he gives them a death stare he wishes he could do more.

he squeezes your waist a little to call your attention.

"hm? what's up, hitoshi?"

he looks at you blankly, taking in your features in awe as if for the first time again. then he stuffs your face into his chest, your legs staggering as you grab a hold of his forearms.

"hey, what are you doing?" you giggle in his chest. he's relieved you can't see his flushed cheeks. "hitoshiii"

"you're too good for this world, y/n. i need to start gatekeeping you."

what blows shinsou hitoshi's mind the most is how you're probably unaware of your effect on him, no matter how many times he's called you all synonyms of the word, 'beautiful'

he's sat on the couch, a tiny smile of adoration tugging on his lips when he sees you running up to him. your eyes brim with excitement as you call his name, truly the prettiest ones he's ever seen.

"something happened?ー" he pauses when you lean your face so close to his. he sinks back into the couch as the tips of ears start to turn red.

it takes a moment until he realizes that you're showing off the purple eyeshadow you had done on yourself, batting your eyelashes at him as you wait for his response bc right now he's just staring at you like 😦💘‼️‼️‼️

"it's the one you picked out from the mall yesterday. is it pretty?"

"y/n." his hands slowly find their way to your waist, "i don't believe you're real sometimes. you are possibly the most beautiful person i've ever seen."

"really?"

"god," he pulls you by the waist until you're sat on his lap, your legs straddling him. "you have no idea."

remember how bakugo said all those extras should be groveling at your feet and worshipping you? yeah, it's kaminari denki. he worships you.

he thinks you're beautiful and he's LOUD about it.

he's constantly bragging about you to his friends and showing off your photos (if you're comfy w/ that), "oh this? oh yeah, this is is y/n, the coolest, funniest, drop dead gorgeous, most ethereal person on earth and they're dating ME."

and bakugo would just grab his phone and knock it against his head with a thud 🤕, "WE FUCKING GET IT. NOW, SHUT UP, DUMBASS."

he'll rub his head while cackling, "whatever, i'm dating Y/N. who cares about anything if you're dating y/n?"

kaminari denki doesn't love you just for your beauty though. you're not just some eye candy to him. if someone ever called you one though, you bet he's zapping their ass and with the whole bakusquad by his side because somehow they feel obligated to protect you now too. 🧍‍♀️ (denki's effect)

and just as much as he compliments your beauty everyday, he never forgets to let you know how beautiful your heart is too. in fact, he calls you 'angel' because how could someone be this beautiful and be so kind and caring to him at the same time?

"sometimes.." he looks up pensively from his lap where you lay your head, "i feel like i've been blessed by the heavens when i got to date you.

"denkiー"

"don't even think i'm exaggerating, y/n!" he pokes your cheek when you turn your head to look at him, "you're amazing. i don't know what i did for you to give me a chance."

there are times though when a part of kaminari denki feels a little insecure because he thinks he looks quite stupid next to you, and it doesn't help either that the bakusquad never lets him hear the end of it 😔

"denki, you don't look stupid because you're next to me. you do that on your own."

"aww, thank yー hol' up." 🤨

he's pouting but you immediately wipe that off by apologizing and peppering his face with kisses, ending it with a loud smooch on his lips with a "mmmwah!"

kaminari denki now can't remember what you're even apologizing for in the first place.

you and todoroki shouto are so beautiful, the visuals are blinding 😩 you'd walk to your classroom together, him opening the door for you and you smiling at him, lovingly squeezing his arm as a silent 'thank you,' and people just stare with their mouths agape, not knowing who exactly to be jealous of.

shouto definitely stares the most though until it concerns midoriya, "t-todoroki-kun, you haven't moved in three minutes. are you okay?" because he might as well have drawn hearts on his eyes and stab an arrow to his heart with the way he looks at you.

todoroki shouto always kisses your eyes, nose, cheeks, hair, and your lips, of course, just to let you know how beautiful he thinks they are.

he thinks whatever you do or wear is so pretty, hence, the many, many photos of you on his phone. his lockscreen changes every 2 days because everyday he just gets a prettier shot of you, and he always shows them to you and to his friends and siblings ☹️ because everyone, including you, should appreciate what a beauty you are!

"this looks great! you'd make a great photographer, shouto" you lean in to kiss his cheek, immediately sending a flush across his face.

"well..." he looks to the ground, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his right cheek. "that's all you... you're beautiful. i don't know how it has anything to do with me, but thank you."

and then he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to silently ask for another kiss. you laugh softly at this, and when you cup his cheeks in your hands and start planting kisses all over his face the way he does to you, shouto confirms it in his mindー y/n is an angel.

todoroki shouto would get a little overboard with the photos though because he'll spam that button and keep every single one. when you ask why keep the blurry ones, he explains, "that's still a photo of you. why would i delete it?"

he also has a photo of his point of view from when he had his head on your lap. he said he wanted to capture "the happiest moment of his life." you convince yourself it's sweet but it's literally just a photo of your chin in a weird angle.

"shouto, that's just my chin."

he looks at you dead in the eye. "y/n, you have a lovely chin."

you call him a weirdo, which surprises him a little, but then you drape your arms around his neck and pepper kisses all over his face again because who else in the world would say that to you?

#pls dont flop this took me a whole week to write 😭 #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari denki x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #mha fluff #bnha imagines #bakugo fluff #shinsou fluff #kaminari fluff #todoroki fluff

[chaepink]

overworked pillow princes that just want to lay down and be pretty for you as you absolutely ruin them. they've been doing too much work lately and it's gotten to them so when you offer to do all the work that night in bed, they beg you to ruin them so bad that they wouldn't be able to think properly anymore. fuck them so hard so all thoughts of work leave their head and are instead replaced by the feeling of your dick/strap inside them. they'll be gripping the sheets for dear life, whiny moans and whimpers leaving their mouth as you hit the spots inside him that make his toes curl and back arch. steal orgasm after orgasm from him as all they can do is continue laying there, mind turned to absolute mush as his cum is sprayed all over his chest and on the sheets underneath him. incoherent words leave them but you can clearly hear them repeating "thankyouthankyouthankyou" over and over again.

nanami kento, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, megumi fushiguro, oikawa toru, bakugo katsuki, izuku midoriya, your favorites ❤️

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

╰┈➤ masterlist | rules

#chaepink.nsfw #dom reader #dom!reader #sub!character #dom fem reader #sub!mha #sub character #sub jjk #sub mha #sub csm #sub hq #sub haikyuu #sub jujutsu kaisen #sub chainsaw man #sub nanami #sub gojo #sub toji #sub megumi fushiguro #sub denji #sub oikawa #sub bakugou #jjk smut #csm smut #mha smut #hq smut #jjk x reader #sub!bakugo #sub!nanami #sub!toji #sub!gojo

[zanarkandskylines]

₊✩‧₊◜ thinking about reader and bakugo’s intense “I’m home!” sex after he gets back from a month long mission. (follow up to this!!)

『 ♡ - k.bakugo x fem!reader 』 ꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! masturbation, mentions of phone sex, toy usage (vibrator), praise, light dom/sub dynamic, pet names (baby, peach, sweets, good girl, princess - one mention of slut and whore but affectionately!), fingering, minor roleplay (bakugo in his hero gear & reader wears his mask), oral (blowjob), facial, cum eating, lots of dirty talk, nipple play, marking - biting/scratching, a sprinkle of choking, hair pulling, rough sex, overstimulation, creampie, aaand fluff! aged up characters to 22. ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — i didn’t expect this to be as long as it is, buuuut i had a lot of ideas of what they did when he came home...so there's a lot. what can i say? y'all missed each other! the smut immediately starts under the cut and does not stop until the end! 😵‍💫 ｡‧˚ʚ cross-posted to ao3 | word count; ~3.7k ɞ˚‧｡ -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

It's been a long month without Katuski being home. You've done everything you can think of to keep yourself busy while he's been away - played games, read books, hung out with friends and worked overtime to make the days fly by. You called each other day and night, talking for as long as his assignments for the day allowed. Thankfully, they gave him his own room as an accommodation and didn't have to worry about sharing with anyone else.

Boy, did that come in handy.

You two are not shy and foreign to phone sex of all kinds, it was something you actually talked him into doing when you're apart longer than a week for work. FaceTime, voice notes, sexting; the full gambit. You had a private collection on your phone with all his voice notes that he'd sent to you over the years. You used it as "material" for when you're alone.

One folder was all for praise - "that’s my good girl," "go slow sweets, I wanna watch ya take every inch of me," "you’re so cute when you’re begging on your knees, baby," "love watching your soft lips wrap around my cock," "your moans are so fuckin’ pretty, peach," “god, y’have no fuckin’ idea how goddamn wild you drive me,” and more snippets of him coaxing you along to get you off.

The second folder? That was your sacred treasure trove. There were only three files, but they were some of the hottest things Katuski's ever graced you with. They were 10 minute audio clips of him jerking off to the thought of you, vocalizing every detail. Thank god for advanced technology because it allowed you to hear every mumbled ‘fuck’ under his breath, hushed grunts and audible shudders.

You didn’t have any other plans for the day - listening to your boyfriend’s sexy voice while you test out a new vibrator sounded like the perfect solution!

Stripping out of your clothes, you grab a t-shirt from his dresser and throw it over your naked body. It loosely drapes over the top of your thighs, barely hiding the fact you’re not wearing any panties. You grab the vibrator from your nightstand and lay in bed, phone nestled into the pillow next to your head. You decide to choose one of the three files at random. Before you even hit play, your face is flushed and heart is threatening to burst through your ribcage. It doesn’t take long for you to succumb to the gratification, getting lost in his husky moans and the hum of the vibrator.

You’re too busy to notice that the apartment’s front door has opened, along with the commotion of Katsuki dropping his bags in the doorway. He doesn’t say anything as he’s taking off his boots, assuming you could be taking a nap or had headphones on if you didn’t come skipping down the hallway. He didn't tell you he was coming home two days early and wanted to surprise you!

What a surprise it was for him to hear subtle mewls coming from your joint bedroom, immediately catching his attention. He was still in his hero gear, minus his gloves and gauntlets, with his mask settled into his hairline like a headband. As quiet as possible, he tip toes down the hall and peeks around the doorframe. He could hear faint audio playing and a buzzing noise, but couldn’t make out what it was until he got to the doorway.

When he peeked through the crack in the door, his dick throbbed violently as it tented his cargo pants. The sight of you sprawled out on the bed, viciously fucking your new vibrator in nothing but his t-shirt was hot as hell. And you were listening to...his voice notes? He was entranced by your delicious moans and how your legs twitched when the vibrator hit your swollen clit. Part of him jokingly thought you didn’t even need him right now, since you technically did have a version of him, but his selfishness took over instead.

Willpower be damned, he needed you. Now. It took everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there.

Katsuki retreats to the living room and sits on the couch, desperately fighting the urge to start playing with himself to the sound of you doing the same. Instead, he pulls out his phone and clicks on your name to call you. He could hear your phone’s audio shift from his own voice to your ringtone, a startled yelp escaping you.

“H-hey babe,” You answer, panting quietly. “What’s up?”

He almost bursts out into laughter, but keeps it together enough for his little charade.

“Everythin' alright? Ya sound outta breath,” Katsuki teases, but decides to get to the point. “Eh, fuck it. Come into the living room.”

He hangs up and hears your feet padding against the wooden floor instantaneously. Within seconds, you slide into view, overjoyed that he’s home.

“Kats!” You squeal, scrambling over to the couch and jumping into his lap. You’re peppering his lips, neck, cheeks and forehead with rapid fire kisses, giggling as he tries to still your movements to pull you into a warm hug. He nuzzles his face into your neck lovingly, returning your kisses tenfold.

Your excitement briefly makes you forget that you were just in the middle of pleasuring yourself before rushing to greet him. The realization catches up to you when you fully sit on his lap, his erection teasing your exposed slit. A heat pools in your gut at the thought of him catching you in the act - he heard you.

“Sorry for interrupting,” Katsuki says, hands gliding up your bare thighs and grabbing a handful of your ass, grinding your center against his own. The secondary contact causes a gasp to fall from your lips. You don’t respond verbally but lift yourself away from his lap, creating enough space between you two.

“What're ya-,” he’s cut off by you taking his right hand off of your ass and tucking his fingers against your soaked entrance. You take two digits and lower yourself onto them, coating his fingers in all your built up slick.

“I missed you,” you whine as he flexes inside you instinctually, petting your walls with his coarse finger pads. You start to move on your own, gripping his shoulders and riding his fingers to finish the job you started in the bedroom.

Katsuki is speechless, not even a witty remark coming to mind to tease you. His face burns hot when the sounds of your juices sloshing around his fingers fill the room, a heat creeping up the back of his neck. Since you previously wound yourself up, it doesn’t take long until you’re ready to explode. Your eyes are threatening to roll back into your head as you swirl your hips on his fingers. His entire being is pulsing with need as he begins to drills his fingers into you, knuckle deep, and drinks in all your breathy moans. The string in your belly is pulled taut - tighter than its been in the last month, snapping with an intensity that leaves your thighs quivering within seconds.

You come all over his fingers, down his hand and stain the crotch of his cargo pants.

“Hah, good thing they’re getting washed,” you joke breathlessly as you go to kiss Katsuki but stops you - he shocks you with something he’s never done before.

He retracts his fingers from your drenched cunt and swiftly smears it all over your lips before capturing them with his own, sharing your tangy release in ecstasy. He licks your bottom lip before sitting back, breaking the kiss and settling the two fingers back to your mouth. Your lips part ever so slightly at the pressure.

“Don’t ya think you taste divine?” He smirks as he watches you open your mouth invitingly, lazily sucking his fingers covered with your spend. You don't break eye contact with him the entire time, heavily panting like a dog in heat as your tongue leisurely trails the length of each finger. A thin string of saliva sticks to the corner of your mouth as you pull away from his fingers with a soft pop of your lips.

You reach for his mask in his hairline, pushing it back to fall into your grasp. Untying the small knot, you bring it to your own face and secure it around your eyes - just like he wears on patrol. Katsuki's giving you a curious look as you slide off his lap and kneel to the floor.

Oh fuck-

Putting your hands to his hips, you drag your fingers to the hem of his pants - he's scrambling to undo his belt while you yank everything to his ankles. His cock springs forward, bouncing off his clothed abs as it’s freed from the confines of his boxers. You can tell he’s aching for you to touch him, tip leaking pre-spend and blazing hot to the touch. With no hesitation, you edge his entire length into your mouth, tongue sliding delicately along the underside of his shaft and consuming every drop of him.

“F-fuck peach, should'a let you wear my mask ages ago,” Katsuki stutters, thighs trembling at the sight your lips enclosed around him. “’m not gonna…last long watchin’ ya like this.”

You start to slither your tongue around his length, subtly hollowing your cheeks and barely moving an inch. His tip hits the back of your throat as he grabs your hair, shoving you all the way to the base and meeting his soft blonde wisps with your nose. He's unable to control himself - your mouth just feels too good around his cock right now. Katsuki’s only known his own fist for the last month, you’re making him feel like a blushing virgin all over again with how fast he’s accelerating toward his orgasm. You’ve hardly touched - well, blown - him and he's ready to combust.

His grunts have morphed into higher pitched moans as he’s bucking his hips off the couch into your mouth in tandem with your own movements, ferociously chasing the building heat in his gut.

“S-shit, fuck fuck fuck!” he yells while ripping your lips off of him by your hair, endless hot ropes of cum painting your pretty face. His mask, your cheeks, lips, and chin are dripping with white, each droplet slowly making it's way to your jawline. The sight is enough to almost make him come a second time, needing to throw his head back on the couch to avoid eye contact momentarily and pull himself together.

You hum with satisfaction and rise from your knees, straddling him on the couch once more. In the heat of the moment, you grab him by the jaw and plant a messy kiss on his lips, smearing his paintjob in the process. In the lusty haze, he doesn't give a shit that you mimicked his actions. Honestly? He kinda liked his own flavor - it complimented your own, dancing together on his tongue.

“Don’t you think you taste divine?” you purr, repeating his sentiment and licking some of the smeared cum off his cheek. You untie the mask and let it drop from your face, realizing that you may have just ruined his professional hero gear. “This…is washable, right?”

Katsuki laughs. “Yeah, don’t worry ‘bout it. 's gotta be with how dirty hero work gets.”

The two of you get up from the couch and walk to the bathroom to clean up. Once he’s done soaking a wash cloth with warm water, you’re taking his place and bending over the counter to rinse the remnants of his facial from your skin.

Lucky for him, you’re still not wearing any panties. And bent over like that? Your ass and pussy are on full display, still glistening from your previous orgasm.

Katsuki crouches to the ground, kneeling behind you and bites your bare ass with a huff. The sensation makes you jump, water splashing all over the counter and collar of your shirt.

“Katsuki!” You yelp, shutting off the water and blindly reaching for a towel nearby. “You’re insatiable.”

“Like you’re complaining.”

His tongue then traces from the inside of your thigh and stops just shy of your center, a shudder of anticipation wracking your body.

“You’re playing with fire, Kat,” you warn, spinning around and lifting your leg, placing a foot on his shoulder to teasingly show off your messy core. His eyes dart up to meet yours, a salacious grin settling on across his lips.

“Then fuckin’ light me up, princess.”

Something in you snaps - an unexplainable strong hunger captivating your mind. You wanted him to absolutely obliterate you in any and every way possible.

Everything happens in a flash - remaining clothes are strewn across the floor, bodies pressed against the plush of the sheets when you fall against the bed, tangled and relishing in the bare skin contact. The sensation kindles the fire in your veins, begging for more of him - all of him.

"K-Katsuki," you whimper onto his lips, breathless between frenzied kisses. "I want - no, need - you to fuck me like you hate my guts."

Your lascivious request has Katsuki's head swimming in a lewd sea of thoughts, gritting his teeth to hold back the ravenous desire. He can’t help but fist himself in response before leering over you.

“Oh, is that how you wanna play this game, baby?” He growls into the shell of your ear, squishing you further into the mattress. "Want me to use you like a fuckin' toy, eh? Poundin' away at your tight-ass cunt 'til ya can't take it?"

You're too enraptured by the promise swirling in your head to form any logical thoughts as his hands travel to your breast between your bodies, palms blistering hot to the touch as he tweaks your nipple. "When ya can't walk tomorrow, jus' remember y'asked me for this."

The incoherent whine that escapes you is involuntary, a raw reaction to his words. You hear a pleased hum rise from Katsuki's throat as he towers over you once more. He places a few tender kisses to your neck before he fiendishly groans, "I'm gonna fuckin' wreck you."

Not a second passes before his canines are puncturing your delicate skin, threatening to draw blood with how deep he's sinking into the bite on your jugular. Katsuki releases only to keep biting anywhere he could latch on to as he roamed your body - your neck, breasts, collarbone, shoulder, nipples, hips, thighs - eager to mark every inch of you, claim you as his. It makes you squirm and your pussy ache with need, lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through you with each snap of his teeth. Usually when he bit you, he’d soothe the area with a few kisses - but now? He was a rabid fucking animal, carnality overwhelming his ability to think straight.

You're able to get a quick look at his ruddy cock when Katsuki leans back, repositioning himself while gripping your hips. You’re salivating at the sight - thick, swollen and pulsing, spend dripping down his length and coating the skin with a sheen of arousal. He’s heavily tracing circles into your hip bones, his firm clutch on your waist keeping you in place. He’s tugging your center toward his own, teasingly slipping the head of his cock between your creamy folds. You’re about to plunge down onto him when he pulls back, a wicked grimace crossing his lips. A dissatisfied squeak spills from your lips, pouting up at him with metaphorical hearts in your eyes.

“Y’want this?” Katsuki snarls, bouncing his dick against your mound, the contact causing you to inhale sharply. “Beg like the needy slut you are.”

Words are failing you as you attempt to fulfill his demand, the only sounds falling from your puffed lips a succession of jumbled moans.

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” He snorts at his own pun under his breath as he trails his palm up your body, resting under your jaw and fixating on the seductive gleam in you pupils.

“I know how to find those pretty words ‘a yours.”

Katsuki applies firm pressure to your throat under his finger tips, tilting your head upward to face him. Your hips buck up in response, begging for him to spread you open.

He clicks his tongue at your shameless plea. "C'mon baby, tell me what ya want."

His fingers flex over your throat, playfully interchanging how much pressure he's using over the pulse in your jugular. His gaze travels down your newly bitten and bruised body, pleased with how they adorn your features.

With every ounce of concentration, you blurt out everything lingering in your heat-riddled mind. "Break the fucking bed, rip my soul from my body, leave me choking on every word, ravage me until there's nothing left...please, Katsuki!"

You barely finished screaming his name before Katsuki releases the hold on your throat, roughly returning his grips to your hips and ramming his cock straight into your sweltering sex, the burning sensation rolling your eyes back into your head.

"Good fuckin' girl, baby."

He's hypnotized by the way your tits bounce as he fucks in and out of you at a feral pace, sweat glistening over both your bodies. The room's temperature heightens, the humidity only adding to the wild desire you're sharing.

Suddenly, he pulls out of you, leaving you confused and yearning. You don't have time to ask questions as he's rolling - shoving - you onto your stomach, arching your hips into place before resuming his unmerciful thrusts, growling and grunting from behind you. The new position has you crying out, intoxicated by the way his cock is hitting every hotspot along your walls and g-spot repetitively. You're unable to contain the sounds spilling from your parted lips as they harmonize with Katsuki's moans. He bends down to snatch your hair by the roots, forcing your head off the pillow as his other hand reaches around your waist, finger pressing harshly against your puffy clit. The wail that bubbles from your throat is sinful, overwhelmed as the coil in your core is wound tighter, tighter, and tighter.

"I fuckin' love when you moan like a whore, baby," Katsuki barks out between baited breath. "Ya keep screamin' like that, 'm gonna end up stuffin' your pretty pussy full 'a cum."

You flutter around his dick in response, stroking his length with every snap of his hips. "Hah, seems like that's what your beggin' for, isn't it?"

He screws his eyes shut, jaw clenched as he's inching closer to the edge. Your clenched walls coax his release to come rocketing out of nowhere, a guttural moan spilling out of him as he pumps you full of spend. The warmth is inviting - comforting, leaving you floating on cloud nine. Katsuki lets your locks drop from his grasp and removes his hand from your clit, folding over your back with exhaustion.

Imagine his shock when you push back against him, causing him to slide out of you with a schlep and fall back against the bed. You reverse your position to face him, taking hold of his shoulders to pull him into a sitting position and shove his back against the wall.

"Wha-"

You straddle his lap, springing his still-hard cock back inside of you and begin riding him mercilessly.

"One more," you whisper, voice low and demanding. "I know you can do it, my good fucking boy can give me one more."

Your nails are digging into his chest, red scratches left in their wake as you grind your soaked center against his shaft. Katsuki's stuttering, unable to find words as the overstimulation mixed with praise short circuits his brain.

"Ba-mmph-baby, wa-ahh-wait, fuck!"

Numerous beads of sweat roll from his hairline and drip down his cheeks, slack jawed from delirium. A second wave of release is rapidly rising in his abdomen, high pitched whimpers falling from his open mouth.

"Ah-almost!" you shout, fingers tracing his hardened nipples and pinching them roughly. He jolts, a final whine escaping him as the aforementioned wave crashes down, a second round of seed spurting out inside of you. Your own slick rushes to meet his spend, mixing together as it leaks from between your legs and into his lap.

"Holy fuck," Katsuki wheezes, barely able to speak. "Wh-where the fuck did you learn that?!"

Your legs are trembling uncontrollably as you lift yourself off of his dick, falling sideways onto the bed.

"I...just thought to try it," you sigh, "Never thought I'd get you to whine like that. Fuck, Kat. That was ungodly hot."

His face is burning red and heat traveling down his neck, somewhat embarrassed at his reaction of losing himself in the moment.

"Oh no, you don't get to be embarrassed! With half the shit you do to me?!" you tease, kicking his thigh jokingly with your foot. He grumbles, scrunching his brows together and crossing his arms.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop teasing you."

"Good, ya better. Now move your ass over and make room for me."

Katsuki flops next to you, too exhausted to get up from the bed. He wraps an arm around your waist and one under your head, cradling you close as your cheek meets his chest. You can hear his heartbeat thumping away as you close your eyes to the rhythm. He kisses your forehead before laying his head back against the mountain of pillows.

"Guess I should go away on missions more often if that's what I get 'ta come home to, shit. Feels like I just ran a fuckin' marathon."

You can't help but giggle, fighting off the itch to drift into slumber a little longer.

"I'm sneaking into your hotel room next time. No way am I waiting that long again!"

The two of you snuggle close, despite the ungodly amount of sweat coating your bodies and mugginess in the air, too enamored with one another to care.

"I love you so much, sweets. Don't forget that." Katsuki's voice is quiet, the words tightening in his throat as he speaks them aloud.

"I love you too, Katsuki. Forever and always."

He's satisfied with your answer as he closes his eyes, letting the wave of fatigue settle in his bones and lull him to sleep.

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Lessons in Serving your King

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Prince!Bakugo, Suggestive. Word Count: 1.6k.

Summary: Closing in on his 20th name day, tradition dictates that Prince Bakugo choose his first concubines.

A/N: This might become a series, but don't hold your breath.

'I don't want a fucking -.'

Grabbing her son by the cheeks, Mitsuki Bakugo fixes the young prince still with a cold stare. 'You will do as you're told.'

'But -'

'It is tradition, Katsuki. Not even your ego is large enough to put an end to that.' She smirks before releasing her hold and wipes a hand on the left hip of her dress. 'Now, come on... You're late.'

Huffing, Bakugo tugs at his shirt to smooth the wrinkles left by his mother, but follows on her heels obediently. Usually, he'd put up more of a fight, throw a proper tantrum, but the pit of curiosity growing in his stomach stops him making too much fuss. He's fucking human, after all. Of course, he's going to be at least a little interested in the collection of concubines that had been assembled specifically for his perusal.

That didn't mean he had any intention of choosing any of them, though.

The doors of the main hall seem more daunting than usual, but Bakugo hides his trepidation well.

Or so he thinks.

Mitsuki's hand touches softly on his shoulder, guiding him, not through the main hall, but down the corridor. She offers out her elbow, letting him cling to her as they continue to drift closer to a small, more intimate, service room.

The marble clicks under their shoes, the sound amplified endlessly as it rings behind them announcing their arrival. Large windows scatter light, bringing out the red in both Bakugo and his mother's eyes as they pass the selection of special guards already stationed outside the room. All seven of them, five sworn to his mother and two to him, are dressed from head to toe in royal finery with the lightest of chain mail glittering over their chests. Swords hang from their hips, but Bakugo knows there are much more deadly weapons hidden under their clothes and tucked away from prying eyes.

Captain Aizawa, one of Mitsuki's most trusted knights bows low when they reach the door.

Reaching out, Mitsuki presses a hand to his shoulder and pushes him straight again. 'Enough of that, you'll put your back out.'

Aizawa's mouth moves to argue, but Mitsuki doesn't allow his voice to summon a sound.

'Shouta, you have more than earned the right not to bow.' She chides in a way that makes goose-flesh break out on the other guards, but the Captain simply laughs.

'Is the prince ready, My Lady?'

Mitsuki's hand wraps around her son's bicep giving him a firm squeeze. 'Oh, you know him. Dragged here kicking and screaming.'

Bakugo scowls.

'But, I'm sure he'll manage.'

Another guard, tall and broad in the shoulders with a close crop of dark hair and a booming voice clears his throat. 'If I may speak out of turn, Captain?'

'You will not Yoarashi.'

Mitsuki waves him off. 'Oh, let the boy speak Shouta.'

The guard, Yoarashi, smiles. His teeth are too big for his mouth, but somehow there's still something strikingly handsome about him. Bakugo hates it. 'The consorts have outdone themselves this time, I've never seen a more stunning array of -.'

Captain Aizawa silences his guard with a raised hand. 'That's quiet enough, I think the Queen understands your sentiment.'

'Quite.' Mitsuki smiles, locking a chuckle behind her teeth. 'Speaking of the wonderful job my husbands consort has done, I think it's time to see what Inko has found for us, don't you, Katsuki?'

Bakugo nods, it's all he ca manage with the nerves threatening to make his knees wobble like some common whore. His jaw is tight, teeth clenched in his mouth, but it soon looses as he the doors are thrown wide and he's allowed to step into the room.

Inside the room is dark, the thick red curtains covering the windows putting an end to any natural light that should attempt to slink inside. Instead, the room is illuminated by a series of high torches that cast a godly glow about and perfectly highlighting the row of people stood across the centre of the room.

At once, Inko is upon them. She wraps chubby arms around Bakugo without a second thought and greets his mother with a warm kiss to her hand when offered. Following at her heel is Izuku, her darling son. 'Brother.' Izuku smiles.

'Half Brother.' Bakugo spits the former piece of his sentence, enjoying the way it feels between his lips – the distance it offers him from the man before him. They're the same age. Both Mitsuki and Inko had been pregnant at the same time and the boys born mere months apart, although Inko had done the chief portion of the nursing; especially when Mitsuki's milk had dried up. Something that had lead both women to an unlikely friendship.

'I heard you've outdone yourself this time.' Mitsuki pulls at Bakugo, steering him around to the front of the room.

Bakugo's eyes wonder. There's a conversation flowing in the air around him, but he pays no heed. How can he, when the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes on is looking directly at him.

The man lifts his head. He is bare to the waist with only the smallest piece of cloth to cover his dignity. If Bakugo where to walk around him, which he just might, he'd bet he'd be able to see his ass in all it's glory.

He has red eyes, violent carnelian, that pierce right to Bakugo's soul and red hair that is tied neatly in a bun atop his head. Licking his lips when he catches the princes' eye, the man smiles, flashing a row of blade-like teeth that threaten to bring Bakugo to his knees.

'Did you hear?' Mitsuki pats Bakugo's lapel.

He didn't, but he nods anyway.

His eyes slip further down the line, silently comparing each concubine to the next, but no-one compares to the red-eyed man until his eyes are blessed by you.

You're near the end, stood beside two others that don't even come close to your beauty with your chin tilted to the floor and your hands clasped neatly before you. Like the others, you're dressed in almost nothing, but it's the bright red 'V' painted onto your skin across the top of your breast bone that has him pausing.

He's seen the mark before and a cursory glance back down the line tells him exactly where. The red head, amongst two or three others, also bare the mark.

Bakugo swallows.

Already he can feel his breeches tightening uncomfortably.

'How many?' He snaps, forcing his eyes from the line and onto Inko.

She blinks. 'Pardon?'

'How many... For my... For my harem?'

'Oh. Most choose at least six to begin with, but after that is custom to add another concubine for each year until you reach 29. Sometimes other kingdoms will offer then as gifts, but you're more than welcome to dismiss -.'

Bakugo raises his hand. 'I don't want a history lesson.'

'Oh, I -.' Inko blushes.

'Brat, watch your tongue...' Mitsuki raises her hand to crack him across the back of the head, but the prince side steps her assault easily.

'I want that one...' He points at you, eyes narrowed and hungry before he turns, pointing at the red haired man at the other end of the room. 'And him. That's all.'

Mitsuki's brow furrows. 'Two? Inko here scourers the kingdom for the finest it had to offer and you choose only two?'

Bakugo folds his arms. He can feel your eyes, the red-heads too, burning through his skin. It makes him hot, makes him wonder what it'll be like when your eyes grow heavy, when they're spotted with ears and your mouths are full of his tongue, his fingers, his cock.

Clearing his throat, he tries to readjust his breeches.

He won't have to imagine soon. No, soon, you'll be his.

'Have them brought to my rooms tomorrow.' Turning on his heel he shouts over his shoulder before storming from the room before his cock begins to soak into his breeches.

Tomorrow, he thinks as soon as the doors slam shit behind him.

That should give him enough time to fist himself stupid to the thought of red eyes and glittering skin.

Hopefully, that would stop him making a fool of himself at the first meeting.

Bakugo already looks bored when you're brought into his rooms at noon the following day. The door closes behind you, a guard having performed the customary introductions, and all too quickly you're swallowed by the nerves that climb up your body and twist around your lungs.

Adjusting his seat, Bakugo pulls a foot up onto his chair and spreads his knees. A bark leaves his chest that he hopes is harsher than it feels. 'I don't fuck virgins...'

You hear the wet click of Kirishima's throat from beside you in the silence of the room. Even though the red ink is gone, the fact of your both being intact remains the same. 'Uhm, my lord... I mean – Prince Bakugo, I'm... I think there's been some mistake, we're – we're both -.'

'I know.' He waves his hand. Anticipation creates pins and needles in his thighs. Even if he wanted to fuck right now, he's not sure his body would hold out long enough. Maybe, five orgasms in the space of a day was too much.

'Well, you can see how this might be a problem then...' Twisting his knuckles around each other, Kirishima chews at his lip and forces a weak smile. It's strange how he makes six-foot of man look almost as small as you are, but he does it easily and blushes pretty to boot.

'How -.' He clears his throat. 'How are we supposed to serve you if -.'

'You're going to fuck each other, first.' He arches an eyebrow, drawling as if the solution to his little problem has been more than obvious. A smirk curls his lip. 'I'll watch.'

-> Masterlist

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Your Ex-boyfriend Katsuki Bakugo

The ex boyfriend who acted like he couldn’t care less when you told him you were leaving.

The ex boyfriend Katsuki, who told anyone that asked that about you, to shut the hell up.

Ex boyfriend Dynamite who was on the front page 2 weeks later because a reporter wouldn’t stop asking him about you.

Ex boyfriend that still has to see you often because you have the same group of friends.

The same ex boyfriend that can’t keep his eyes off of you when you’re around. And he tries, he really really tries but it’s instinct to always know where you are and if you’re safe.

Ex boyfriend Dynamite that uses chunks of his patrol time to follow you when you’re out and about. You never even notice him, but he’s there.

Ex boyfriend Katsuki who gets drunk one night and calls you sounding like he’s in tears. Spilling his guts to about how he’s so so sorry, and you’re still all he thinks about. He knows you always deserved better than him and even though it’s ripping his heart out, all he wants is for you to be happy.

Katsuki who can’t meet your eyes the next time he sees you because he remembers every word he said to you and he knows it doesn’t make a difference.

Ex boyfriend whose heart nearly stops beating the first time Mina mentions you have a date because he can’t believe it. You’re moving on.

You’re at a party when he finds you outside alone and tells you that if any of the guys you’re dating ever do anything to hurt, he will hunt them down and end them. Fuck his hero status.

Ex boyfriend who ends up chatting with you for a good long while time and then you laugh and he hasn’t heard that laugh in so long. It melts the ice he’s been feeling in his chest since you left.

Ex boyfriend Katsuki that kisses you in the midst of you laughing.

The man you melt against because it’s second nature. He keeps kissing you as long as you’ll let him because he knows, this is probably the last one he’ll get.

Ex boyfriend who cuts you off before you call that kiss a mistake and says he won’t do it again. He just wanted to say goodbye.

But then you kiss him again. When you pull away you tell your ex boyfriend that maybe you want to try again but you both have a lot of work to do. That it can’t go back to being the way it was or you’d leave and there wouldn’t be anymore chances after that.

“Ex” boyfriend Katsuki who swears on his life that it won’t be the same. That he’ll be whatever he needs because he doesn’t want to live this life without you.

Fiancé Katsuki Bakugo who still thinks of those 4 months without you as the worst 4 months of his life.

Fiancé that 100% keeps his promise and proposed to you 2 years later to the day and was honestly shocked that you said yes because in he is still convinced you could still do better than him. But if you were willing to settle, he’d give everything he had to try and be enough.

*i tried with this but honestly, I ain’t leaving that man.😭

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